TRUE STORY

LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE'S ADVENTURE

ANN 10-M-2 FPE

On Friday, May 8, 1970, I had a fantastic experience: I visited a beauty shop and got my own hair styled! It's hard to convey in print what all happened, and how I really felt inside, but I will try so that you can share the wonderful experience with me.

What makes it even more interesting is that it was actually my brother who went to the beauty shop and got our own hair styled! Before I go any further, let me say that what we did required elaborate, lengthy preparation, that it is not recommended for every one of you, and that it is really not the sort of thing we could or would do every day. Further- more, it might not go as smoothly for you as it did for us!

First, how to grow enough hair to be long enough to style? My brother works in a profession where, in spite of the trend to longer hair for men, longer-than-usual hair is frowned upon. Yet, he managed to omit haircuts for more than ten weeks. The secret: liberal applications of hair gel ("dippity-do" or similar, for "hard-to-hold" hair) each morning after showering and shampooing, which kept it glued down securely all day. Nearer the big day, however, there were beginning to be some comments at work. My brother's hair was about 13⁄4” (4” above his collar in back) but, with some natural waviness, was beginning to curl a bit in spite of the gel. And it became beautifully thick — much fun to comb out each night when I was free from the employment world!

Where to have the job done was another problem. I had decided to let my brother do the work, and later let me appear at the home of a wonder- ful sister and GG. This meant I had to choose a shop not too great a driving distance from their home. But I also had to consider the cost of the styling, hours the shop was open, and some personal security factors

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