The Blind Phrenologist of St. Louis — 407
There is a blind phrenologist in St. Louis who is great on examining bumps. A wag or two got one of the distinguished judges, who thinks a great deal of himself, and has a very bald head, which he generally covers with a wig, to go to his rooms one day, and have his head examined. Wags and judge arrive. “Mr. B.,” said one, “we have now brought you for examination a head as is a head; we wish to test your science.” “Very well,” said the phrenologist, “place the head under my hand.” “He wears a wig,” said one. “Can’t examine with that on,” replied the professor. Wig was accordingly taken off, and the bald head of the highly-expectant judge was placed under manipulation of the examiner. “What’s this? what this?” said the phrenologist; and pressing his hand on the top of the head, he said, somewhat ruffled, “Gentlemen, Heaven has visited me with affliction—I have lost my eyesight—but I am no fool; you can’t pass this off on me for a head!”