THE THINNING OF THE THATCH.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume IX, Issue 9, 27 February 1892, Page 216

THE THINNING OF THE THATCH.

< >n, the autumn leaves are falling, and the days are closing

in, ... Ami the breeze is growing chilly, ami my hair is getting

thin ! I’ve a comfortable income—and my age is thirty-three ; But my thatch is thinning quickly -yes, as quickly as can be !

1 wes once a merry urchin—curly headed I was called, And I laughed at good old people when I saw them going bald ; But it’s not a proper subject to he lightly joked about, For it’s dieadful to discover that your roof is wearingout 1 I remember asking uncle —in my innocent surprise How he liked his head made use of as a skating-rink by flies; But although their dread intrusion I shall manfully resist, I’m afraid they'll soon have got another rink upon their list. When invited to a party I’m invariably late, For I waste the time in efforts to conceal my peeping pate— Though I coax my hair across it—though I brush away for weeks. Yet I can't prevent it parting and dividing into streaks ! I have tried a hair restorer, and I’ve rubbed my head with rum. But the thatch keeps getting thinner, and the new hair doesn’t come — So I gaze into the mirror with a gloomy, vacant stare, For the circle's getting wider of that open space up there ! People tell me that my spirits I must not allow to fall, And that coming generations won’t have any hair at all— Well—they'll never know an anguish that can adequately match With the pangs of watching day by day the thinning of your t hatch '. Punch.