Western Mail, Thursday 29 June 1933, page 2
Jim was a tall and handsome gunner, with beautiful golden hair that made many a maiden's heart miss a beat and evoked appreciative comment even from his obtuse comrades - so long as we were in England. But active service conditions in the desert put a period, to its glory. Those strands of burnished gold became lank, dirty straw-coloured threads, straggly and unkempt, particularly around the neck and over the ears. One day he was hauled over the coals by his section officer, and ordered to get a hair cut. No improvement having been effected by the following morning, be was admonished and again ordered to have his hair attend to. Further, he was to parade for inspection that afternoon. He paraded, his hair still a disordered mat of dirty straw. He was placed under arrest.
An hour or so later, Jim, haggard and watery-eyed, begged his sergeant to take him before the section officer. To the officer he pathetically explained that he could not have his hair dressed in the firing-line. "You see, sir," he said, removing his cap - and then his wig!
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