TOM, DICK, AND HARRY
This story will interest and amuse all cricketers, and while from the male point of view it may serve as a good illustration of the fickleness of woman and the impossibility of forecasting what course she will take, the fair sex will find in it an equally shining proof of the colossal vanity of man.
"It's like this."
Tom Ellison sat down on the bed, and paused.
"Whack it out," said Dick Henley encouragingly.
"We're all friends here, and the password's 'Portland.' What's the matter?"
"I hate talking to a man when he's shaving. I don't want to have you cutting your head off."
"Don't worry about me. This is a safety razor. And, anyhow, what's the excitement? Going to make my flesh creep?"
Tom Ellison kicked uncomfortably at the chair he was trying to balance on one leg.