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It had now begun to grow again and resume its former luxuriant abundance, but by removing several switches of her own hair and the bolster commonly called a rat, and sleeking her hair down hard with oil, she appeared as a boy might who was badly in need of a haircut.
"Let me out and look at me," said Mr. Simpson. There was a faint scream from both ladies, followed by protests. "Don't be alarmed," said Mr. Cooper, reassuringly. "I wasn't born yesterday. I don't want to get a crack over the head." "It's all a mistake, Bob," said the prisoner, appealingly. "I just had a shave and a haircut and and a little hair-dye. If you open the door you'll know me at once."
He had loved to draw her around his room had been a dozen sketches of her playing golf, swimming he could draw her pert, arresting profile with his eyes shut. They left Rivers' at five-thirty and parsed for a moment on the sidewalk. "Well," said Dean genially, "I'm all set now. Think I'll go back to the hotel and get a shave, haircut, and massage."
Small wonder that Johnny's thoughts dwelt upon little worries that could have no possible bearing upon the big things he meant to do. How much would a new propeller cost? Would all the barber shops be closed when they reached town? He needed a haircut and a hot bath before he would feel fit to walk the streets.
And now and then, by way of brightening the tedium of their job he and his gang would call to a girl passing in the street below, "Hoo-Hoo! Hello, sweetheart!" There was nothing vicious in it, Chet would have come to the aid of beauty in distress as quickly as Don Quixote. Any man with a blue shirt as clean, and a shave as smooth, and a haircut as round as Chet Ball's has no meanness in him.
Women feel differently; and I know of one man who, returning home with a new haircut, was compelled to turn round again and take what his wife called his 'poor' head to another barber by whom the haircut was more happily finished. But that was exceptional. And it happened to that man but once. The very word 'haircut' is objectionable. It snips like the scissors.
And we forget also that in all the joys of Eden was none more innocent than ours when we have just put on a new suit. About once in so often a man must go to the barber for what, with contemptuous brevity, is called a haircut.
The buttons gave him trouble; his left hand looked and behaved almost like a real one, but in the three years since he got it, there had been no chance to handle buttons. Then he mastered the trick and stepped back to study the final results. He didn't look bad. Maybe a little gaunt and in need of a good haircut. But his face hadn't aged as much as he had thought.
I became one of the many hands-on they had for the job: I would assist in various ways like holding the flash, helping with the setting up of shots, catching and re-catching the frogs as they scampered off during the numerous retakes. One lazy afternoon Tharaq suggested a haircut for me. My hair was by then really long. In fact I had not put a scissor to it since the beginning of my sabbatical.
He was healthy and brown and boyish. He had had a shave and haircut no longer ago than yesterday and looked neat and clean. His mouth was quite as large as a man's should be and now was suddenly smiling. At the same instant his hat came off in his big brown hand and a gleam of downright joyousness shone in his eyes. 'Impudent beast! was Helen's quick thought.
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