The costumer came forward to attend to the nervous old beau who was mopping his bald and shining poll with a big silk handkerchief.
"And what can I do for you?" he asked.
"I want a little help in the way of a suggestion," said the old fellow. "I intend going to the French Students' masquerade ball to-night, and I want a distinctly original costume - something I may be sure no one else will wear. What would you suggest?"
The costumer looked him over attentively, bestowing special notice on the gleaming knob.
"Well, I'll tell you," he said then, thoughtfully: "why don't you sugar your head and go as a pill?" - Frank X. Finnegan.
