Plocacosmos: or, the whole art of hairdressing; wherein is contained, ample rules for the young artizan, more particularly for ladies women, valets, &c. &c. as well as directions for persons to dress their own hair ... with a history of the hair and headdress ... also complete rules for the management of children ... and ... for the preservation of the health and happiness of age / By James Stewart.
- Stewart, James.
- Date:
- 1782
Licence: Public Domain Mark
Credit: Plocacosmos: or, the whole art of hairdressing; wherein is contained, ample rules for the young artizan, more particularly for ladies women, valets, &c. &c. as well as directions for persons to dress their own hair ... with a history of the hair and headdress ... also complete rules for the management of children ... and ... for the preservation of the health and happiness of age / By James Stewart. Source: Wellcome Collection.
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