All I ever needed to know about life I learned from Oz
“Shags,” he whispered drawing the Shaggy man aside, “Pat me into shape, there’s a good fellow!”
“Roll me out please; I’ve sagged down dreadfully from walking so much and men like to see a stately figure.”
The Shaggy Man introduced them where after they both bowed with much dignity. Here is a photo from the 1914 silent film version of The Patchwork Girl of this meeting.
“Forgive me for staring so rudely,” said the Scarecrow, “but you are the most beautiful sight my eyes have ever beheld.”
“That is a high compliment from one who is himself so beautiful,” murmured Scraps, casting down her suspender button eyes by lowering her head. “But, tell me, good sir, are you not a trifle lumpy?”
“Yes of course. It’s my straw, you know. It bunches up sometimes , in spite of all my efforts to keep it even. Doesn’t your straw ever bunch?”
“Oh I’m stuffed with cotton,” said Scraps. “It never bunches, but it is inclined to pack down and make me sag.”
“But cotton is a high grade stuffing. I may say it is even more stylish, not to say aristocratic, than straw,” said the Scarecrow politely. “Still, it is but proper that one so entrancingly lovely should have the best stuffing there is going. I--er--I’m so glad I’ve met you Miss Scraps! Introduce us again, Shaggy!”
“Once is enough,” replied the Shaggy Man, laughing at his friend’s enthusiasm.
So lesson number one--beauty is in the eye of the beholder
There is someone out there for everyone