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Qood-byeto Curlhood
<lM^ss cPickford Uses Scissors to Sign Her declaration of Independence
By DOROTHY CALHOUN
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LOUG says that it's a Scotch bob," Mary smiles, "because I wouldn't let them take off more."
It still waves about her face, golden, shining, breaking into tiny spirals, still long enough to be caught into a roll at the nape of the neck, but the fairy story ringlets (the last ringlets in a blase grown-up world) are gone! The most famous hair in America has been shorn at last, and not since Delilah shingled Samson has there been a hair cut of such importance.
"It came below my waist," says Mary, in the subdued tone of one speaking of a departed friend. "It took hours of my life. to shampoo it and brush it and arrange it! There were eighteen curls when the barber cut them off. He laid them aside carefully in a row on the shelf, which wasn't as harrowing as if I'd stepped out of the chair into a heap of hair, like Emil Jannings when he had his beard cut in 'The Way of All Flesh.'"
The eighteen golden ringlets, she adds, are in New York now, to be mounted so that their bereaved owner may pin them on whenever she feels homesick for curls. Ever since the news was announced, letters have been pouring in from the fans, letters of protest, grief, even letters of rage. Her French maid bursts into tears whenever anyone speaks of that lost golden glory, but Mary is almost triumphant. And perhaps the least little bit in the world defiant. And probably even a little scared.
DEFERENCE TO HER FANS
T'VE been wanting to bob my hair for five years," she nods A nobody would let me. I went on trying to play the American girl with so much hair that I looked top-heavy in short skirts, while the real American girls were getting wind-blown bobs and boyish bobs and Dutch cuts that they could tuck under tight little hats. But every time I would suggest bobbing, the fans would write in and beg me not to. I had my hair {Continued on page 87)
The long and short of Mary Pickford's headdress: at the right, before the amputation of her curls; and, above, after clipping them
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