"Vaseline'll do the trick," said Dennis softly.
Vaseline! Skippy seized upon the idea in desperation. But to his horror, once the part was achieved, the slippery and sticky effect of the flattened hair was horrifying.
"Where in Moses is that Irishman!" he cried, slamming open the door.
"Face powder will take the shine off," said Snorky, after an immersion of the head in the washbasin had aggravated the catastrophe.
"My Lord, I've got to do something," said Skippy, almost in tears. Snorky came to his rescue and between a vigorous rubbing with a bath towel and a liberal sprinkling of talcum powder, an effect was finally produced which at least was not shiny. Skippy, who had been glancing at his watch every three minutes, ended his toilette in a whirl.
"How much money have you got?"
Snorky produced three quarters.
"I'll send it back to you if I don't return."
A light burst over Snorky, confirming his worst suspicions.
"Skippy," he said, seizing his arm, "you're running away! You're going on the stage!"