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bly gorging upon thick curls and progressing in its ravening way, snorting and shrieking and spitting fire as its electric motor overheated and shattered. This event is not covered under warranty.

What are we to do when that inevitable whine rises from our mate, imploring us to alter the natural condition of our faces? Hand them the razor and grit your teeth. What argument and shouting cannot achieve, guilt and the usual bloodshed this time held in long-nailed hands may readily accomplish. The only alternative is to buy a ball peen hammer and knock those bristles back where they came from, biting them off from the inside. It is the manly thing to do.