HIS BALDNESS A BLESSING.

King Country Chronicle, Volume V, Issue 378, 15 July 1911, Page 2

HIS BALDNESS A BLESSING.

Two or three brides were sitting up in the front end of the car discussing husbands and the points of merit they'd been able to discover in them during the year. Then the woman who'd been married two or three years longer than any of the rest, and who was wise beyond her years, tossed her ante into the conversation.

"Do you know," she says, "I'm very glad that my husband's slightly bald." The rest all sat up when she said that, for they knew that her husband had lost most of the warp and woof of his hair supply, and they had been disposed to sweel up on her because their own husbands did not look so obsolete as hers.

"Of coarse," she went on, "I wouldn't pick a man that was entirely bald like a billiard ball, if I were doing it over again, but, no matter if I got married a dozen times, I should prefer a man whose hair is at least getting thin enough to cause him some anxiety. Why, I should be the most browbeaten creature you ever saw if it weren't for my busband's thin hair rvnp. I couldn't manage him if he had a full head of hair.

"You see, it's his vulnerable spotthat bald place. He's one of these men," she continued, "that hko.tc talk about the vanity of women, and every time he gets a chance he drops something about how much time I spend combing my hair and going to the hairdresser's and doing things to make myself beautiful. All I have to do to make him hush up when he gets to talking like that is just to glance casually at that thin place on the top of his head and smile to myself.

"That always gets him a-going, and he doesn't say any more about the vanity of women. Because he knows that I know that he has spent any amount of money trying to make that hair of his take root again. He brushes it and puts lotions and tonics on it, and does things to his scalp for a full half-hour every night. "Yes, indeed, I'm very glad my husband is getting bald."—"Cleveland Plain Dealer."