Judge — February 12, 1916 — page 9: what you’re looking at

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“Tt cost a leetle extra, but | had to have the thing built high enough so old Maje could run under it.” ADVENTURES IN A BARBER SHOP WONDER if other men have the same mental alventures I know then that I will never care for him. I wish that I taken an- when they go into a barber shop that I have. other barber, but}I know that he would have said the same thing. When I enter five barbers always get up to greet me, While he is shaving me I keep telling myself that I will not give and as one man they step to their chairs. With one hand him a tip—after what he has said—but I begin to weaken when I on the paper-covered head rest they watch me as I stop — get up out of the chair and start to put my tie on. His eyes run before the hatrack to remove my collar and tie. As I flash up and down me to settle finally on my short, thin bargain-counter eye down the expectant line, trying to measure their capabilities tie. I must not Iet hia think that I am that poor and inconse- without actually seeming to do so—you know the look!—one of — quental, so I slip him a dime—and then after I am gone I wonder if them catches my eye and, taking it for granted that Iam going a nickel wouldn't b done. I resolve that I wen’t be such a fool to favor him, turns and confidently begins stropping his razor. the next tire, but when I go back I always am. I wonder if Guiltily I glance aw my eye falling on the next artist in line, other men have felt that way about it, tco. If so I should be who promptly begins mixing his lather, Four of them are doomed _ pleased to hear from them in care of this magazine. Homer Croy. to disappointment. Which one shall I take? I notice with a sense of shame and humilia- tion how cheap my necktie looks. I wish that I had selected one that was longer and didn’t have to be tied with such scrupulous care. And when I hang up my collar there is an unmistak- able streak where my coat meets it. My collar is off; my coat is off; my tie is hanging up. Ican no longer delay—I must choose between the barbers. Recognizing the dramatic moment they pause. I start toward one but he scems to have a grouch on. T wheel to the next one; a faint smile flits over his face as if to say to the others, “I knew all along that T would get him.” I will show him—he is counting his chickens prematurely. Squarely I turn to another, but as I come close there is something about his face that I do not like. I oblique to the next, but the attends all hope gone, has turned to admire his pompadoured reflection, and hesi- tating where to throw my trade I turn back to the first one. I slink into my chair, feeling that T have made three enemies and that I don’t stand very high with the party who now has me in his power. WAR 1S —— “Your hair is getting thin,” he announces Eyhel—Jerrold says he can’t sleep nights thinking about this horrid war! Edith—No wonder, poor as if he had made a new and startling discovery. chap! He sold some ammunition stock at 97 just before it started, and now it is 746! comicbooks.com