The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1909-08-11
WANTED REAL HAIR
QUEST OF MR.. MIDYEARS WAS
REJUVENATION.
And Article He Was Offered. Good
Enough in Its Way, Was Not
Received with Much Out.
pouring of Enthusiasm.

| Wnen Earlee M1dyearS entered the
| club he could not help observing the
lustrous tOpknot of his friend as il
| showed above the newspaper in the
AFTERNOON light. Somehow it struck
| him as it had never done before.
He could not recall that he had
ever paid much attention to the ton
OF his friends head. He remembered
vaguely that it was the usual kind
OF topknOt of the men he knew-al
ready rather thin, perhaps a little
dlngy looking and not in the least
ike 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.
mlre the thick growth of his friends
mead. your hair looks fine, Who
did 1t for YOU?
The friend repeated an address.
Mind If l try him too?" was the
question that followed.
Not 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 it 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 were on
thel1 way home from the opera. when
you went down in the orchestra to-
night to speak to Mrs. Wednesday I
could distinctly see a bald spot in the
center OF your head. The hairs really
getting very thin"
Got just the man." came the sleeny
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
ne wanted the same thing that had
SO much improved the looks of his
friends head.
lie 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 it came little brown
scratch wig. Admitting the perfect |
match he held it up to the back hair
of his astonished patron.
but what in the world is that |
thing?' Midyears asked.
why, a toupee, the same that | |
made for your friend" replied the wig.
maker, who thoughthe had turned out
something uncommonly fine in it's |
way. That's what you said you
wanted"
He paid for it, but he didn't want |
1t. 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 a very much reduced |
price for a chestnut brown toupee,
guaranteed to look like the real thing,