TALKING ABOUTEGGS

NZ Truth, Issue 1210, 7 February 1929, Page 17

TALKING ABOUTEGGS

Among' 'Other ' Things, They

Save One's Hair

When people start talking about eggs, one , usually commences to. weave delightful rustic pictures of new-mo^yn hay, three-o 'clocks-iii-the-raorning, the twittering of small birds, grandfather's alarm clock which can't break its fiendish 'habit of going off at a tangent just when one's head begins |ts first nod after a party, and, ohj lots of other things besides. '

OF course, there is, too, the remembrance of some mid-brown . omelette, whose steaming magnificent greets one shortly after the memon of some sharp contact with the morning yard; of pump water.' But is that all? By no means. Have you ever gazed nose flattened, through the windows o: a poulterer's shop, looking intently a the smooth, white 'spheres whose production has caused such a pother ir some remote farmyai'd. Did ever you think of the many cute uses to which those intriguing yellows and whites beneath the. gleaming shell may be put? ' .' : Maybe n0t..;,;. Well, : here's one yot should ask; HIM to try. . ' A friend' of mine .. once had a -hus-band—l.'-'mean/ a:-girU\vh'o once, was s frieiid' of. mine v had a 'husband— whc was getting very bald, and; it , wash' I until he threatened 'to send ...a.' bullei across the vacuum .where' the grej ■ matter reputedly, lay, that- his .wife took him, or, rather, his' baldness, seriously. ;• ' , .._. : The poor dear had' tried, every colored bottle on the barber's shelf, endured massage, blue rays arid, pink vibrations, cold baths and hot ones new ways and old, and he .was nearlj beside himself until his wife, after many and deep cogitations, snatched at one of those things people call "brainwaves." • • ■■ It all came about while she was making meringues, one afternoon. There were several yolks left over, and she was about to place the cup which contained them on one of the pantry shelves, when a fleeting picture of Husband's nearbald head, whisked itself across her mental vision, as it were, and she said' to herself, "Well, why not?" He nearly swallowed his grilled chop whole when she broached her sugges-r tion. at dinner that night; but, as most •of us do, she had her way, and later that evening' he was, smearing a somewhat tacky mess of egg-yolk over the sparse remaining hairs on his head. Then, a large white handkerchief bound loosely round his head, because of the pillow slips, and he was ready for bed. • '. ■ •: \ He was a sight for the gods next morning, his hair sticking out m all directions, like a miniature bed of petrified oats, but he stuck to his guns, or/ rather, :.tb his handkerchief , hurried irito : the bathroom and washed off the mess. Same thing the next night, and for a Whole week. ; On the fifth night a friend wandered m just before they were going to bed, and he was; just m ■ time to catch Husband a- glueing . himself. ■'. . ..;..• ■.■...■.■.... .\u.: i . . ..•'...•■ ■ ■

His friend broke into a perfect chap- - ter of ghoulish glee, and" for months » afterwards poor Husband was called } "The Omelette," but his hair stopped - falling out, and he really had the laugh, didn't. he? Of course, you may not believe all this;, but you ask the' hairdressers how £ their hair-restorers are selling, and fc when you have -unblocked" your ears, run along to the egg emporia and witness the smiles which say^/'Big sales." .Like. a certain. breakfast fcfod, there's a "reason. . - " Auckland wives (by the bye, I omitted to say that Auckland first started it) now rarely see large tufts of hair m the combs of their husbands, and i poultry farming m backyards is very popular. ; : , ; ■ Do you wonder? ~ . L •. •• — t ,— - - ■••» - ..^ ) <—. '- ■ - ■-, — •