Cleveland morning leader. [volume] (Cleveland [Ohio]) 1854-1865, 1863-07-17
NTiseries or wig Rearer.


In halcyon youth rejOiesd in luxuriant
crop Of hair. It had the genuine "hypreian
eurI'' and was alike the admiration Of the
girls and the envy of my own sex. I placed
it in the hands of the barber at least once a
day and frequently Oftner, and kept it con-
tinualIy dressed according to the latest mode.
It passed through all tho changing styles
prescribed by fashion-the smooth and glossy
" roll under, " massing," rOughing" &C.,
and was constantly familiar with barbsr's
i" dope" It was brushed, oiled, cOmbed
and shampOOed perpetually.
One day a friend informed me in a cold
blooded way that thin spot was apparent on
the crown of my head. By the aid of a
couple of mirrors I discovered that it was
but too true, Soon those who had before
envied me my Iuxurisnt hair, began to ex-
claim with malicious satisfaction" why,
you are getting bald" shuddered
at the inevitable fact. 1 became painfully
sensitive with regard to that small, thin spot
on the summit of my eraneum (It was no
bigger than silver dollsr) and imagined
that everybody noticed it. Ny hair was
thick all around it and continued for some
time to eOncsOl the damned spot by an
artful use Of the comb. Like the cloud that
hung over Yesuvius, portending its eruption
=" no larger than a mans hand lit gained
rapidly in size and sought the aid ofIestOr-
atives. I invested literally in Woods bat
Woods wouldn't do. tried somebody's
Kathairon, but that failed to put the hair on.
bathed my hair in cold tea, picked
it in salt and water, put it in
training with train oil, rubbed the scalp
with coarse brushes and sand paper to get
up oireulaiiOn. and in short followed all the
prescriptions for restoring the hair that
had read in the newspapers or been informed
of by my friends. Singular as it may aP-
pear, my hair grew thinner under all this
treatment 1 was soon compelled to part my
hair low down on the side, and comb it up
from the back of my head, to cover the wide
surface of shining scalp. After struggling
for some time with my fate at length set
tied down to what seemed inevitable, and
ranked myself among the ancient and hon
Orable fraternity of " bald heads"
"Why not get a wig?" suggested a
friend one day. He recalled number of
my acquaintances who covered their bare
polls with artificial hair, and declared that
they looked " just as natural as life"
always entertained repugnance to store
hair" but I overcome it so far at length as
to buy a wig, and it is to relate some of the
annoyances of wig that 1 write this ar
ticIe.
wig wearer stands in constant dread of
IOOsing off his wig in the presence of others
No one would think Of pulling off my wig
Intentionally. In fact I have deliberately
resolved that whoever does it dies, either on
the spot or at some subsequent period of his
existence. Yet there are accidents, such as
the playfGlness of friend who don't know
thatyou wear a wig. THE more natural it
is the greater the risk of its being pulled of
in that way) One icy Sabbath in January,
meeting crowd coming from church, my
feet slipped from beneath me and I fell upon
the cold, cold pavement; my hat few of, also
my wig. The air was cold and piercing up
on my bald and shining pate, but felt the
hot blush steal to the very top of it as saw
the smile which ran along that long line of
church going faces. small boy handed me
my wig with a grin, saying" Mister,
you've lost your head d" I could have He
roded the child with fiendish satisfaction.
am a batehelor and desire to make a
good impression upon the sex, hence stu
diously conceal the fact that wear another
gentIeman's hair. 1 once courted a widow
who had a mischievOus boy. She evidently
favored me until one day the little rascal
climb up the back of the sofa on which
was sitting with his mother, and pulled my
wig of The widow tainted at the appara-
tion 1 presented and rushed frantically
from the house. Another time I was at a
card table with some ladies. Ny partner
was a charming girl whom believed to be
in love with me. We were playing whist,
which never fails to excite me greatly, par
tieularly if my partner makes a wrong play.
As the game progressed noticed all eyes
upon me, some with wonder and others with
Unsurpassed msrriment cast a glance
into mirror opposite me and was Mortified
to see that in the excitement and abstrae-
tiOn of the game had pushed my wig back
until nearly the whole of my bald crewn
was revealed. My partner, the rare and
beauteous maiden" has looked coldly at me
ever since, except when I have caught her
laughing in her sleeve, and then know she
is recalling the ridiculous figure cut at the
card table.
could Gil a volume with the story Of my
miseries and snnOysnees, but think have
told you enough to satisfy you that very
unhappy individual is
The MAN WITH A WIG.
MADAME VARIAN's CONCERT.-The agent
for that sweet singer" Madame Varian,
| has engaoed Brainard's Hall for Tuesday