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Show i Ben's Logic. "Ben," said his friend, waking up from a reverie in which he had been gazing abstractedly a1 the shiny expanse ex-panse of Ben's skatin'-rink-for-flies, "is there nothing you could do for your baldness?" Ben, by the way, is on. forty. "No, lad!" he replied with decision. de-cision. "Fifteen years ago I was courting strong, and I tried lots o things. But about that time f prince of Wales Edward, you know came to ope, t' new hospital, and I said to myself as soon as I saw him liftin' his hat to t' crowd, 'Ben, my lad, tha can give it up as a ba-' job, and save-thy save-thy brass. If there was owt 'at 'ud' cure a bald heead they'd ha' cured his.' "Tit-Bits. |