The star of Pascagoula. [volume] (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1873-1878, 1877-11-30
DETROIT's PRETTY RARBER.
How the Hon. E. Perkins Got Shaved
and then Missed N Train.
DETROIT. Nov. 5.-This morning
on street here, q gentleman hand
ed me this card:
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4. Emma Willard,
BARBEHEss,
: Shaving Shampooing, and Hairdressing,
8 Woodbridge street.

BARBEHESS,
4 Shaving, Shamp0Oing, and Hairdressing,
8 Woodbridge street.
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"Dou you mean to say you have
woman barber In Detroit | asked
"Yes, sir-tHo of 'em-and tw
as pretty girls as there are in tn
city, too."
In a lew moments | walked ul
| Woodbridge street, and sure enougl
there was tho sign. and a prettl
girl standing by the window hon
ing razor. | wanted to go in anl
get shaved, and still | could mo-
make up my mind to do it. Three
times | walked BY, and finally
formed courageous resolution, and
banging my head as a member o:
the Young Mems Christian Asso-
citation does when he goes into the
Mabile or Harry Hills, I plunged
in. | trembled from head to foot
as soon as | entered the door. |
couldn't look the pretty barbaress
in the face. | couldn't summon up
courage enough to speak TO her. In
fact l had nothing to say. So l
stood and looked very sheepiSh.
"Have a shave, sir?' said the
pretty barbaress, advancing with
razor in one hand and with the
other pointing to the chair.
"Yes, shaved !" / gasped, aud
flung myself into chair.
why, you've just been shaved!'
she said, drawing her silky palm
across my face.
Have ~ | said, and then, recol-
Iccting. | stammered, "Ah, yes,
shaved this morning, early. | al
ways shave twice a day.
"5have close?" asked the pretty |
girl.
YES, the closer the better.'
Hair cut, too?"
"Yes. everythingl"
And then she commenced. With |
4 little camels hair brush she paint,
I'd my face with soapsuds. Then
she put her little fingers plump
against my face and rubbed 1t all
,ver. She stood behind me and
1ut her arms around my neck. |
aw her in the glass in front. |
never felt so in my life. "What
would my wife say to this2" |
hought. "Still everybody in De@
roit does it, and why not I?' so |
hut my eyes and let her go on.
After rubbing her velvet fingers
'ver my cheeks and chin till the
'eard was soltened, she took out a
azor, honed it, and placing one
rm clear around my head and her
and against my face to steady it,
ommenced the downward moves
lent of the blade. Once or twice
tried to look the pretty barbaress
D the face, but l couldn't. So |
at and took it with my eyes shut
don't think enjoyed it. And
till let her go on. She shaved
le. drew her silky hand all over
" face to see if it was closely
haven, and then combed my hair.
"Shall | wax your moustache,
r?" she asked. {
"Yes, wax awayp
Then she leaned over me till /
)uld hear her breathe and feel her !
cart beat, placed her little fingers ,
nder my moustachc and waxed the ,
Ids. Nov l never wear my NOUS !
sche waxed, but | couldn't ask her
} stop.
"Therei does it suit?' she said as |
lie busted off my neck and re- |
owed the apron. i
"Yes, It's lust right-lovelyp / !
i'd, "too sweet for anything!' and |
en strobe down TO the depot to I
I'D the train just gone, and that c
is Detroit barberess had caused 0
c to miss a lecture engagement {
ID a hundred dollar fee.
No more pretty girl barberesses a
r me. Eli PERKINS. i