Herman's Hermits Harem!!

THERE were still three hours till showtime. Herman threw open the door to The Hermits' bedroom suite. He stood with a towel wrapped around his head, turban-style, and a sheet thrown over his shoulder. He looked at his mates lounging around in the living room.
    "The Sheik has arrived," he announced jokingly. "You may all bow to me!"
    The boys looked up at him in surprise. When they saw how funny their "Sheik" looked, they tried very hard not to laugh. They all looked at each other and decided to go along with Herm's little game.
    Karl, the group "clown," dropped to his knees and bowed.
    "Oh great illustrious Sheik," he said, touching his forehead to the floor, "bring on your dancing girls!"
    "Good grief, man," Herm said, "don't you ever think of anything else?"
    "But Your Sheikship," quipped Karl, "what else is there?"
  Herman took his "turban" off and threw it at Karl. Karl caught it - right in the face! He fell backwards. Laughing, Barry and Keith went to help him up.
    "Wouldn't it really be something," Herm said, coming back to reality, "if we really did have a harem?"
    "And how!" said Lek dreamily. Then he added, "One for each of us."
    "Why separate harems?" questioned Barry.
    "Because we all have such different tastes in girls," Lek explained. "One harem would never do!"
    Herman took a seat on the carpet and leaned against the couch.
    "I don't know about you, fellas," he said, "but my harem is going to have lots of blondes, and they'll all be dressed in my favorite color - blue!"
    "That can get a bit monotonous," Karl interrupted. "I'll take my harem girls in all shapes and sizes, with any color hair, wearing any kind of clothes. The only hitch is - they'll have to be able to iron my pink shirts without scorching them! Yes, that's a 'must' for my harem girls!"
    Keith was munching on his fav snack - a stalk of celery! He got up and flicked on the lights.
    "Think I'll show horror movies to my harem

  every night," he said, half-joking. (It's a well known fact that Keith's addicted to watching those horror films.) "My girls will have to have a great liking for those horror movies, if they want to be in my harem! And I don't like to go out very much, so they'll have to enjoy just sitting home with me! It will be a very homey harem!"
    Lek, who's been fixing a string on his guitar, offered his opinions.
    "Neatness counts in my harem," he said. "Any gal of mine has to look letter-perfect at all times - her hair, her makeup, her clothes - everything!"
   "Thank you 'Mr. Perfectionist'," joked Herm. "And now a word from our favorite drummer," he said, handing a pretend microphone to Barry.
    "I'm glad you asked," Barry said cutely. "As a matter of fact, I do have a few things to say about the girls in my harem.
    "I think I'll make a rule - no white makeup allowed!" Barry said thoughtfully. "I hate seeing girls in that white stuff - it makes them look like clowns! And my girls will have to be the quiet type. Maybe even a bit shy. There's nothing more unfeminine than noisy, rowdy girls! Any girl in my harem who gets too noisy will have to turn in her harem skirt!"
    "Good for you," said Herm. "As for me, my harem girls will have vivid imaginations and good senses of humor. That's a definite requirement!"
    "I'll go along with that," agreed Karl. "I want lots of laughs in my harem!"
    Lek looked at his watch. There was just enough time for the boys to get dressed and go to the theatre.
    "I hate to interrupt your dreaming, mates," Lek said."But we have to get ready."
    Herm got up first and made a grab for Lek's glasses. He missed!
    "Leave it to 'old reliable' to bring us back to earth again," he said, heading for the bedroom.
    The other Hermits slowly got up and followed their "leader." It was a "fun" conversation, while is lasted. But there was work to be done. And you can be sure that even when they're working, thoughts of their "harem" won't be far from their minds. After all, boys will be boys - especially when it comes to girls!



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