Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: October 2, 2025
He lay listening to the evening noises of the village. He heard Jim Rafferty's voice going by to the night shift, and Tom McMertrie. They were laughing softly and once he thought he heard the name "Old Hair-Cut." The Tully baby across the street had colic and cried like murder. Murder! Murder! Now why did he have to think of that word of all words? Murder?
The men lathered themselves, and the barbers shaved them at the rate of a minute to a man. A hair-cut took a trifle longer. In three minutes the down of eighteen was scraped from my face, and my head was as smooth as a billiard-ball just sprouting a crop of bristles. Beards, mustaches, like our clothes and everything, came off.
I was turned out into the street, without a bite of food, needless to say, to kick my heels about for some two hours until the business offices opened. I seized the opportunity to have a shave and hair-cut as well as a thorough wash and brush up. About 8.30 I presented myself at my friend's office.
I'm so glad to see you." They kissed tenderly. "Oh, Aunt Jennie, tell me! Is he this man you telephoned me about is he a little, small, dried young man, with spectacles and a brown derby, and needing a hair-cut, and the gravest, drollest manner in the world? Tell me is he?" "My dear, you have described him to the life. Where did you see him?" Sharlee collapsed upon the bed.
Either he must sell out and move to town, or she would take the children and leave him. Of towns Brit knew nothing except the post-office, saloon, cheap restaurant side, and a barber shop where a fellow could get a shave and hair-cut before he went to see his girl. Brit could not imagine himself actually living, day after day, in a town. Three or four days had always been his limit.
His host studied him carefully. "Well, with a shave, and a hair-cut, and a manicure, and the proper clothing, and the right setting well, if a person had only a quick glance that person might think you were Jones." The dummy-chucker carefully brushed the ashes from his cigar upon a tray. "I guess I'm pretty stupid to-night. I still don't see it." "You will," asserted his host.
An hour later, shaven and dressed, he was sitting at his desk looking at a small piece of paper he had taken out of his wallet. It was scrawled with semi-legible memoranda: "See Mr. Howland at five. Get hair-cut. See about Rivers' bill. Go book-store." Finally, down at the bottom and in a hurried scrawl: "Dick and Gloria Gilbert for tea." This last item brought him obvious satisfaction.
"You look like a lifer from Sing Sing," pronounced Whitford joyously. "Get a hair-cut, and you won't have a chance on earth to fool the police." "The color did run and fade some," admitted Clay. "Worth every cent of nine ninety-eight at a bargain sale before the Swede got busy with it and he let you have it at a sacrifice for fifty-five dollars!"
To eat at the Doctor's table, and wholly without the assistance of a high chair that was one of the events; another was a hair-cut, and the third Everybody, salute! David is in trouvers! He and his big friend both admired them immensely, and it was in the little shabby, out-at-the-elbow doctor's office that David had been helped to put them on.
When they reached the make-believe barber-shop there was a gray squirrel inside, and Jimmy Rabbit's brother was busily snipping the fur off Mr. Squirrel's head. "How much do you charge for a hair-cut?" Fatty asked. "Oh, that depends!" Jimmy Rabbit said. "Mr. Squirrel will pay us six cabbage leaves. But if we were to cut your hair we'd have to ask more. We'd want a dozen cabbage leaves, at least."
Word Of The Day
Others Looking