The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1881-04-12
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What Happened the Bald-Headed
Man Who Tried 1t.
Syracuse Sunday Tines.


Syracuse Sunday Tines.
.Iy wasygu1 o. thesbyrlsws Of Heerts1
aches HeayeAlvS Hair Raiser, thatitbe
used literally before retiring, rubbing IT,
well into the scalp. Just before he went
to bed that night the man boiled the
beck door, put the cat in the woodshed,
came in whistIing the "Fatinitza" waltz
danced up TO the clock-shelf, and pour
ing out what he supposed TO beh hair
fertilizer, he mopped il all over his scalp
and stirred it well round the roots OF the
little hedge ofabair at the back of bis
neck. The glue bottle, BY an unearthly
coincidence, was nearly the same shape
and size as theshair-sap bottle. He went
10 bed s'gtss- -s-..-~si 3, =. ,.-...
.George." said his wife, turning, her
face to the wall, '.that stuff you're put
ting on your hair smells like q pan Of
sosp.grease.
perhaps | had better GO up stairs
and Sleep" snarled George. "You're
mighty sensitive! You wouldn't expec,
that man can put stuff lonhis headitha,
will make his hair grow and have II
smell like essence Of win,er-green, would
your ~ ~. ~ s5.i ~
They went'to sleep mad as Turks. Z
This particular bhld-beaAed man, like
a good many ot,ier bald-headed, men, ,haf
to get up and build tae fires. fWhenSh.
arose next morning, the sun peeped'lr
at the window and saw thespillnw cling
to the back of his ifead Ikea great whit,
chignon. At first he did moi realize Iii.
condition; he thought 1t mast have
caught on "a pin or shirt dBatton. i
looked ridiculous, and he would throw
it back on the bed before his wife: saw
it, so he caught il. quickly by ope. emf
and and "yanked.'
"OhI oh! ,Darnation to fish hook
what has been going on here sThunie
and lightning r and he begin to CLAW a
his scalp like aIunatic. His wife spran.
lup from. her couch aud began to sot
hvstericslly W y si!7't
"Oh. lion't George. What IS IT
WHATS the matter 7" z. ~ ~ sn'Ef !
George was dancing about the room
1.-THE pillow now dangling BY d few hairs
his scalp covered with SOME Thing ths
looked like sheet copper, while the al
was rednlent Of war-like explosives, a
Iif a dictionary had exploded With
woman's instinct the poor wife took !
fthe sitns'ion at a glance, and exclaimed
"It's'the gluep' -
The hald-hesded man sat down in
chair and looked at her moment in cor
temptuous silence, snd then uttered th
one expressive word, "Glue!" No'
began setles Of processes and expert
ments unbeard OF in the annals OF chem
! istrv - S'ss
'.Jane, you must soak il, of with warn
water. I've got 10 go to Utica to-day
81 can't. George" she replie !, in
guilty tone, tits water proof" - :
Yes, l might have known it; and it
fire proof suppose, too, amt it2' Fl
scratched over the smooth plating wi,
This inger-nails. "It's hard as iron,'' b
said. 5sa taa
"Yes. he said twas good glue,' rt
peated she innocenly.
Cant YOU skin it off with your razal
lGeorge Pc. ssms1 h y
Don't be.a bigger fool than YOU are
Jane. Get me that coarse file 10 th
wood-shed." Ae - 81
| 1t may be imagined what followed
Aud nows as the hald-headed man isii
Iin his s5office, he never removes hissha
for hisentire skull Is = owing waste Q
hlistereI desert. relieved here and ther
jby cases Of black court-plaster.