Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 101, November 21, 1891 by Various
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enthusiasm. He says he doesn't care about taking his gas that way, and as
for asbestos stoves he knows nothing more indigestible, unless it be a kitchen range. * * * * * BALDER THE FAIR. (_A Head-Piece._) [Eminent Physiologists assert that the most intellectual types of the future will be completely bald.] Do'st imagine all Poets by locks hyacinthine Distinguished from Lawyers, Physicians, and Aldermen, By capillary cataracts, thick as are thin thine?-- Bald, sooth to say, few undeniably balder men Can be found, for the comfort of heads without hair, Than that exquisite troubadour, BALDER the Fair. Yes, the times are gone by when a SWINBURNE or BYRON Were loved for their love-locks and famed for their frizziness, When Olympian craniums, worthy of MYRON Or ANGELO, bowed to the hair-dresser's business, When Macassar's luxuriant essences fed At once metrical foot and symmetrical head. DULCINEA, who dotes on that pure, polished surface (Like ivory turned to the billiard-room's spherosid), BALDER'S occiput glassing bewitchingly _her_ face, |
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