You have that feeling and you look it. You look as
though you were working in a plaster of paris factory and were
carrying home a couple of large sacks of samples. It would be
grand to be a Vishnu at a five o'clock tea, but awful to be one
at a church wedding.
About the time you find yourself embarking on a career of teas and
weddings you also begin to find yourself worrying about the
appearance of your hands. Up until now the hands have given you
no great concern one way or the other, but some day you wake to the
realization that you need to be manicured. Once you catch that
disease there is no hope for you. There are ways of curing you of
almost any habit except manicuring. You get so that you aren't
satisfied unless your nails run down about a quarter of an inch
further than nails were originally intended to run, and unless
they glitter freely you feel strangely distraught in company.
Inasmuch as no male creature's finger nails will glitter with the
desired degree of brilliancy for more than twenty-four short and
fleeting hours after a treatment you find yourself constantly in
the act of either just getting a manicure or just getting over one.
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