They had troubles. Some were running out of hairpins. Others had no more tinfoil for permanent-wave pads. They were beset by complaints of leg make-up that ran in the rain. Many were unable to reorder essential supplies—bubble baths, dyes, cellophane, bleaches, alcohol, shampoos.
On top of all this, the 2,500 harried beauty-parlor operators who scurried to Chicago last week for the annual convention of the American Cosmeticians National Association, worried about the loss of their nimble-fingered beauticians who are fleeing to defense jobs (as one girl said, "I work fewer hours in...
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