The Globe-republican., 1909-02-18
WANTED REAL HAIR
QUEST OF MR.. MlDYEARS WAS
REMUNERATION.
And Article He Was offered, Good
Enough In lite Way, Was Not
Received with Much Out
pouring of Enthusiasm.

When Earlee Midyears entered the
club he could not help observing the
lustrous topknot of his friend as 1t
showed above the newspaper in the
afternoon light. Somehow 1t struck
him as 1t had never done before.
He could not recall that he had
ever paid much attention to the top
OF his friends head He remembered
vaguely that 1t was the usual kind
OF topknot of the men he knew-al.
ready rather thin, perhaps a little
dingy looking and not in the least
like the shining, healthy brown hair
he now saw.
He had thought of treatment
for the hair himself and had been
advised by his wife to try the won,
en- who had massaged her scalp until
the hair grew thick and healthy. The
sight of his friends head recalled
this to him.
Hello, old man." he said, coming
closer and still having cause to ad-
mire the thick growth of his friends
head. "Your hair looks fine. Who
did it for your
The friend repeated an address.
Mind II try him too?' was the
question that followed.
mot In the least. Here's his ad-
dress" answered he of the new hair.
From book In his pocket he read
an address. Midyears copied 1t in his
notebook and there was no further
thought Of hair on their minds.
You certainly ought to do some
thing for your hair, Earlee," his wife
said one night later as they We're on
their way home from the opera. when
you went down in the orchestra to-
night to speak to Mrs. Wednesday
could distinctly see a bald spot in the
center of your head. The hairs really
getting very thin"
Got just the man." came the sleepy
answer from the corner of the mo-
tor. Going to him tomorrow"
He stopped on the way uptown that
afternoon at the address he had
copied. 1t rather surprised him to
| find that the man was not a doctor,
but he mentioned the name Of the
man who had sent him there and said
he wanted the same thing that had
so much improved the looks of his
friends head.
He took seat and as he read the
evening paper he felt the man rubbing
his hands over his head. After an
interval that seemed to him unusually
short he heard the hair expert tell
him to come on at the end of the
week, say on Friday.
On that afternoon he called again.
He took his seat in front of the mir
ror. There was no evening newspa-
per to interest him now, for he had
decided to watch the operation
The hairdresser disappeared, and
when he came back out of the work.
room he carried in his hand a small
tissue paper package. This he opened
and out of 1t came a little brown
scratch wig. Admitting the perfect
match he held 1t up to the back hair
of his astonished patron.
But what in the world Is that
thing?" Midyears asked.
why, toupee, the same that
made for your friend" replied the wig
maker, who thoughthe had turned out
something uncommonly fine in its
way. That's what you said yoa
wanted"
He paid for it, but he didn't want
it. It's in his bureau drawer now.
His wife says she is going to ex-
change it for puffs unless he finds a
purchaser at very much reduced
price for chestnut brown toupee,
| guaranteed to look like the real thing.