WASHED OUT.
A lady, who, though in the autumn of life, had not lost all dreams of its spring, said to Jerrold, ‘ I cannot imagine what makes my hair tum gray. I sometimes fancy it must be the essence of rosemary, with which my maid has been in the habit of brushing it with. What think vou ?’ ‘ I should be afraid, madame,’ said the distinguished dramatist,, dryly, ‘ that it is the essence of thyme."
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume V, Issue 44, 1 November 1890, Page 20
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74WASHED OUT. New Zealand Graphic, Volume V, Issue 44, 1 November 1890, Page 20
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