Yet it
is of no avail to cavil or protest; we cannot hope to escape; we
can only sit there in mute and helpless misery and be filled with
a great envy for Mexican hairless dogs.
For quite a spell now we have been speaking of hair on the face;
at this point we revert to hair in its relation to the head. There
are some few among us, mainly professional Southerners and leading
men, who retain the bulk of the hair on their heads through life;
but with most of us the circumstances are different. Your hair
goes from you. You don't seem to notice it at first; then all of
a sudden you wake up to the realization that your head is working
its way up through the hair. You start in then desperately doing
things for your hair in the hope of inducing it to stick round the
old place a while longer, but it has heard the call of the wild
and it is on its way. There's no detaining it. You soak your
skull in lotions until your brain softens and your hat-band gets
moldy from the damp, but your hair keeps right on going.
After a while it is practically gone.
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