The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1885-01-10
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THE MAN WHO DYES HIS HAIR.
A Glimpse of Him as z4e Goes ON His
Bright, Sunny Way.


There is only one person in the universe
who can compel as much attention from
those who do not know him as the man who
wears wig, and that is the man who dyes
his hair. His life is a prolonged ovation
Wherever he roams he creates interest.
Everybody looks at him; everybody thinks
about him; many talk about him.
Yet the general attention he receives
should not be charged up to either his assert
iveness or his vanity. He is usually modest
man, and always an unsuspicious one. Heis
serenely unconscious of the figure he cuts;
entirely unaware of the distinction he en-
joys
Wrapped in the comfortable hallucination
that the world can never discover his little
secret, he floats through life on fiowery
beds of bliss He fancies he has cheated Old
Time completely. In his own opinion he has
baffied age in the most ingenious manner.
Whether the poison of the dye has softened
his brain, or the belief that he has sliced
twenty or more years from his apparent age
without anyone guessing it, has upset his
mind none will ever know; but mental
soundness seems to depart when hair dye
takes its place among his toilet accessories.
Under the influence of nitrate of silver OF
any combination of lead and sulphur Caesars
become simpletons, Napoleons nothings
Look at the face of the man with the dyed
hair as he sits in happy Inconsistencies of
the fact that he is the cynosure of all eyes.
Its expression is one of childlike satisfaction.
He is at peace with the world, and blind to
the absurdity of his appearance. He never
dreams that his little dodge can be detected
clear across the street. His mental sturdi-
ness has got out of the way of the smell of
sulphur, and keeps out of the way.
He never notices that when he visits at the
homes of his friends they open all the win
dows. 1t never occurs to him when ladies
who sit near him in street cars fan vigor-
ously that his hair dye is responsible. A
great flourish of perfuned handkerchief
when he appears never alarms him. 1t takes
q man of very trustful nature to dye his hair
and GO through life with an undisturbed
mind
IL the color he forces his locks to take on
at all appropriated anything in nature his
serenity of mind could be understood. FIRE.
ouently it is a curious, unclasSifed blue so
unlike any respectable hue under tho sun
that you can't keep your eyes off it to save
your life. This peculiar tinge is arrived at
after long application and expresses the
abused hairs refusal to absorb any more
poison Sometimes when nitrate of silver is
the article which does violence to nature the
hair turns dull gritty red, ABOUT as becom-
ing to any face as a wig made of red will
lows would be.
Sometimes deep, deep black is arrived at.
No hair ever grew white mans head as
black as it is. No ravens wing could hold q
candle to it. No Indian could rival it. The
blacklist dog that ever howled or trod a
wizards circle would look dull and dim be-
side it. This is the hue that gives its victim
the highest satisfaction. He is, if possible,
happier than the blue-haired man, the drab,
or even the Russia-leather red.
There is a striking and painful discrepancy
between the deep lines of his face and the
extravagantly youthful darkness of his hair,
which he never sees and nobody else can
help seeing. He refuses to recognize any
other intimation of age than gray hairs.
That is the only thing that scares him. His
settled figure, his heavy gait, his deeply
lined face and reedy voice are overlooked,
though they tell the tale of his earthly pill
grimage beyond the power of hair dye to cor
tradict.
If he is sixty he fully believes he passes
for forty. The thought makes him SO gay al
heart that he effeTvesces into boyish fool
ishness of manner, sadly incompatible with
bis figure and face. His intimate friends
begin to apologize for him, and stranger:
find themselves exchanging ridicule for pity
when they look upon him.
He is so sure of the perfect success of his
ruSe that he gets into the habit of removing
his hat when in horse-cars, and hatters him
>elf that women think him handsome. Some
times he sees some other imbecile who ha
taken the same plan to defeat the enemy
Time, and laughs in his sleeve at the glarinl
failure Everybody is fallible on hair dy
but himself Unenlightened as to his owl
grotesoueness he travels the remainder o
Iife's Journey in the unadulterated bliss o
ignorance, a creature that should NOV
the hardest of us to mercy.
EBBoN OLIVER.
BOSTON, AuE. q.