Nothing of special interest occurred at Acapulco--only some
of the Mexican ladies are very beautiful. They all have
brilliant black hair--hair "black as starless night"--if I
may quote from the "Family Herald". It don't curl.--A
Mexican lady's hair never curls--it is straight as an
Indian's. Some people's hair won't curl under any
circumstances.--My hair won't curl under two shillings.
(Artemus always wore his hair straight until his severe
illness in Salt Lake City. So much of it dropped off during
his recovery that he became dissatisfied with the long
meagre appearance his countenance presented when he surveyed
it in the looking-glass. After his lecture at the Salt Lake
City Theatre he did not lecture again until we had crossed
the Rocky Mountains and arrived at Denver City, the capital
of Colorado. On the afternoon he was to lecture there I met
him coming out of an ironmonger's store with a small parcel
in his hand. "I want you, old fellow," he said; "I have
been all around the city for them, and I've got them at
last." "Got what?" I asked. "A pair of curling-tongs. I
am going to have my hair curled to lecture in to-night. I
mean to cross the plains in curls. Come home with me and
try to curl it for me. I don't want to go to any idiot of a
barber to be laughed at." I played the part of friseur.
Subsequently he became his own "curlist," as he phrased it.
>From that day forth Artemus was a curly-haired man.)

(Picture of) The great thoroughfare of the imperial city of
the Pacific Coast (with a sign saying "Artemus Ward, Platts
Hall every evening.")