Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1883-01-19
How the Hon. Eli Perkins Go. Shaved
and Their Missed Train.

oh waving i'S'i'''. "hiC ieoi as 1Oi
lows; Emma Willard, barberess,
Wood bridge street
DO YOU mean to say Won have q
woman barber in Detroit:' | asked.
Yes, >ir-two of 'em-aud two as
pretty girls as there are in he city,
too
la few moments | walked up
Woodbridge street, and sure enough.
there was the sign and pretty gi,l
standln. by the window houing a ra-
zor, | wanted to e. in aud cat shaved,
and still | couli not make mp NV
mind to do 1t. Tnr-e times walkel
by, and finally formed a courage Us
resolution, and, hanging my head as Il
member of the Young Mru's Christ
ian Ass ,ciation does wh;n he goes III
to the Mobile or Harry Hills, plum.
ed in | trembled from head TO foot IA
soon as | entered the door. | rouIdn't
look tie pretty barberess in tie face.
| couldn't summon up courage enough
to speak TO her. In fact, | had moth
ing to say. So stood and look d very
sheepish.
Have a shave, sr::' sad the pretty
barberess, advancing with razor in
one hand, and with the other pointing
to the chair.
yes, shaved | gnsped and flung
myself into a chair.
why, You We just been shaved" she
said, drawing her silky palm across
my face.
Have | ? | said, rnd then rtcollect.
ing, stammered, All, Yes, shaved this
morning, enrly. | always shave twice
a day
Shave close:' asked the pretty girl.
yes, the closer the better
Hair cut, too
yes, everything"
And then she commenced. With a
little camel's hair brush she painted
my face with white soap suds. Then
she put her little fingers plump against
my face and rubbed it all over She
stood behind me- and put her arms
around my neck. | saw her in the
glass in front never felt so queer
in my life. what would my wife say
to this" | thought. Still, everybody
in Detroit does it, and why nol | 2 so
[ slut my eyes and let her % on. AT
ter rubbing her velvet fingers over my
cheeks and chin till the beard va,
sofrened, she took out razor. honed
it, and placing one arm clear aron d
my head and and ag,in>t my lace to
steady it, commenced the dpwnsar
movement Of the blade. . &c or twice
| tried 70 look the pretty barberess in
the face, but | conldn't. SO | sat and
took it with my eyes shat. | don t
think | enjoyed it. And still let ber
go on. She shaved me. drew her silky
hand all over my face to See if it was
closely shaver, and then combe my
hair.
Shall | wax Your m usttche sir:
Yes, wax away.
Then she leane over me till c. uld
hear her breathe and feel her heart
beat, placed her little fingers under
my moustache and waxed the ends
w" hSNCi "Nti VA
ed, but | couldn't ask her to stop.
There. does it suit she said as
she busted off my neck and removed
the apron.
yes, it's just right--!ovely" l said,
too sweet for anythingn and then
strobe down to the depot to find the
train just gone, and that this Detroit
barberess had caused me to miss lee
ture engagement aud a hundred dol
lar fee.
No more pretty grill barberesses for
Woman is an idol that man worships
until he throws it down.
The whisper of a beautiful woman
can be heard further than the loudest
call of duty.
There is no torture t at women
wonld not suffer to enhance her beau.
ty.-Montague.
Woman among savages.is = beast of
burden. In Asia she is piece Of fur.
niture; in Europe she is but spoiled
child.