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Show Ban's Logic. "Hen," said hla friend, waklnj? up from a reverie in which he had been gazing abstractedly a' the shiny expanse ex-panse of lien's skatln'-rlnk for -files, "la there nothing you could do for your baldness?" Hen, by the way, is om.' forty. "No, lad!" he replied with derision. de-rision. "Fifteen years ago I was courting strong, and I tried lota o" things, nut about that time f prince of Wales Edward, you know came to ope, C new hospital, and I said to myself as soon as I saw til in llftln' his hat to t' crowd, 'Pen, my lad, tha can give It up as a ba- Job, and save thy brass. If there was owt 'at 'ud cure a bald heead they'd ha' cured bis.'" TJt-Rlts. |