[originaltext]M: Tell me Mrs. Clark, how did you come to be a bearded lady?W:

M: Tell me Mrs. Clark, how did you come to be a bearded lady?
W: Well, it all began when I started growing a beard.
M: Mm...and when was that exactly?
W: Just after my fourth birthday, I believe.
M: Really? As early as that? Didn’t you see a doctor?
W: Oh, yes, my parents took me to dozens of specialists.
M: And what did they have to say?
W: They just told me to shave.
M: That’s all the advice they could give? So you started shaving?
W: Well, I was too young to be allowed to use a razor, and electric razors weren’t even thought of in thee days, so my dad used to shave me once a week before going to church on Sundays.
M: And when did you stop shaving?
W: Oh, that would have been when I was around fifteen. You see it was growing at an enormous rate, something like five inches a day, I mean you could almost see it growing, and it was so thick. I mean a razor or scissors were no use.
M: So you...let it grow?
W: Well, it was taking so much lime trying to keep it down and I was just wasting my time fighting a losing battle. So I thought...I’ll just let it grow...and that’s when I came to work in the circus. I was spotted by a talent scout.
M: Do you...ever cut your beard now?
W: Oh, yes, every week I chop off a few feet. I have to cut it or I fall over it if I don’t remember to wrap it around my waist.