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            During a long illness, my brother grew a luxuriant beard and mustache.  Then while convalescing at a country hotel with his wife, he decided to shave, taking his beard off one day and his mustache the next.  Leaving the dining room one morning, my sister-in-law heard one elderly lady say to another, “I don’t know who that woman is but that’s the third man she has had breakfast with this week.”

Reader’s Digest, May 1976, page 105