Argosy All-Story Weekly, July 1, 1922 — page 101: what you’re looking at

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By JACK WHITMAN F Mr. Kipling had been writing the story of Lucia Lyons, his well-known refrain would doubtless have read something like this: A rag, a bone, and a hank of hair— And the camera called her a woman fair! In Lucia’s case the hair alone carried the compelling illusion of fairness. Nobody, not even the fool of the poem, would have called her fair if it had not been for that golden crown of glory she acquired. With- out it, if she wasn’t exactly an ugly duck- ling, Lucia was at least an insignificant little goose, winning never a first or second look from the most philandering of ganders. But the hair! It happened thus. Lucia was employed as hair dresser in the exclusive establish- ment of Madame Murphy, the well-known beauty specialist. Madame was justly fa- mous for what she had done and undone in the development of feminine beauty. Her treatments were as effective as they ‘were expensive. Her permanent waves were more durable than any others, as well as less painful to the person being waved. Her complexion creams, a different one for every texture of skin from tender to pachy- derm, were marvelous mixtures, as she would tell you herself, of oriental oils, un- usual unguents and forgotten fragrances. Madame Murphy was the high priestess of the cult of beauty, and naturally enough conducted her salon where it would attract the greatest number of beautiful or hopeful women—in the metropolis of films and climate. If there was any great star of the silver screen who did not frequent the salon, it was only because she was rich enough to 891 CO DOO C©