WHAT WE WOMEN THINK

Radio Record, Volume III, Issue 49, 20 June 1930, Page 39

WHAT WE WOMEN THINK

[t is now forthcoming from the latest news from London that men are the vainest. members of creation. ‘There, we hear, beauty salons for men only aré springing up, and facial transformations are being carried out daily. If, pethaps,.one is not in love with the nose he was born with (few of us are), "he can have it remodelled. But, mark you, these salons, are for men only! Hven the manager of one admits that the cult can be carried to excess, As witness 2 man, who was fitted with a ‘perfectly good new nose, only to return 2 month or two later, saying that he preferred the old one. He wanted ‘i¢ back again, evidently on the prin-. ‘ciple of "better the devil. you. know than the one you don’t." Thé war, of course, gave pjastic surgery its great opportuntiy, but with a very different meaning. Many poor lads, with broken jaws,-were only too glad to submit themselves for treatmént, but need the cult be carried on until it become sheer vanity ?--R.M.S. e 2 ca . ACCORDING to a friend of mine who has just returned from a protracted stay abroad, Palestine is a country of surprises-delightful and . otherwise. In relating his experiences he told me of an incident that made my blood momentarily freeze. Wishing to live sécluded, a patriarch had

purchased for the rest of his days the living rights of a cave. For this he had paid the equivalent of twelve pounds. It was not a simple cave like we find in the sides of hills, but one of those complicated structures that © has been "home" to someone for thousands of years. Beyond the rough wooden door was a. complete Old World flat, including a spring of traly delightful water from which Jews had drawn their supplies throughout their. long history. . One day my friend. was passing the eave and, being thirsty, approached the "residence"-~but the old man ‘was out, He kept the key in: a recess near the ‘door. Imagine his. surprise when, instead of the key, he félt something sinewy which yielded to the touch. Then a sharp hiss and a rattle. It was a snake--one of the. venomous type that frequent dark corners, and although they will not interfere with a passer, will deal a deathblow if molested. "It is difficult," -he related, "to say who got the greater fright-myself or the snake. I withdrew my hand without waiting to feel for the key, although I was sure that by this time the snake was far away. That day I went thirsty for a good many miles, for drinkable water is not found in every stream."-"Gwendolyn."