In a town in Indiana, an old man of sixty-five years, with hair and flowing beard as white as snow, implored permission to join the volunteers, but being refused, he went to the barber's, had his beard cropped, and his hair and beard dyed, and again applied for admission.
Not being detected, he was received, and being asked his age, replied, “Rising thirty-five.” --New Haven Palladium, May 6.
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