Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1885-10-22
HAD HIS HAIR DYED,
1t Was not at Ali the Fashion but We
Insisted. and the Job Was Done,
New York Sun.

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Broadway barber shop few DAYS ago
and after catching the eye Of the pro
pr1etor motioned to him, and they
walked off toward the washstand to-
gether. Here they held a whispered
conversation, and presently the man
Invested himself Of his collar, scarf,
coat. sat down IN the boss chair, and
looked rather foolishly around. His
face had a rudy color. which consort-
ed we'll with the rather reddish tinee
OF his hair and mustache. His hair
wss not genuine red, but still it was
not quite brown. It was close clipped
and agreeable TO look at. You're
making big mistake" said the boss
conidentially.
'Well, who'll suffer-" growled the
customer.
well, of course, if you want to do
It, it's your eva affair; but l advise
! you not to-"
Amt you making So out of the
job?" asked the bull>necked man peev~
ishly. You charge enough, III
swear.
Goa, Of course, of course" said the
barber, politely anything to please
our customers. Still. feel | oughtto
tell you that it has gone completely
out Of fashion. Although l have got
the tools here, it is fully three years
since have dyed mans hair or mus
tache. The natural color is thous>
and per can't. better, no matter what
it may be. Still, if you say go on,
why I'll do it for YOU"
The man had gone there 10 have
his hair dyed and he was evidently
resolved TO carry his scheme through.
The BARRIERS boy mounted step ladder
and pulled down long bundle from
the top Of the long case where the
cups were kept, and dropped it on the
floor. 1t was covered with dust. The
other BARRIERS gathered around the
bull~necked man watched them in the
mirror as though he were ashamed of
himself. Every time they looked at
him he dropped lis eyes, coue he'd and
shifted uneasily III his seat. The boss
wrapped innumerable towels around
his neck, covered them all in turn
with big cloth that looked like
blanket and eDveloped the figure, and
then busting off huge rubber blanket
which was In the bundle he tied this
around the mans neck with such sud
denness and force that the victim
gasped and gurgled. Then it was
loosened. At this point the foreman
stepped up, and with friendly interest
ran his fat hands over the bulInecked
mans face, and smiled pleasantly at
him.
eff you'll take dead level tip from
friend what amt got no prejudlces,"
said the foreman pleasantly, you'll
have your hide scraped before you're
dyed"
The man moved very uneasily.
Then the Oldest barber in the shop
came up, rubbed his hands through
the auburn locks of the bashful, bull
necked visitor, who wanted nothing
so much as to DE left alone, and said:
Hum! On. yes. Coin to have
it dyed, Ell? You seem to be sweatin,
too"
"Well what if I am?' said the man
in the chair, sitting up strait, and
thereby pulling all the towels, rubbers
and blankets out of his neck. Cant
[ sweat if [ want to?"
"Why, certainly" interposed the
foreman quickly, LET the gentleman
perspire, William. It don, cost nothin
and it seems to relieve his feelin's
At this point younger barber sug~
gested that a shampoo was a good
thing to start off on If you were going
to dye the hair, and the friend of the
foreman who wore pair Of drab over
CATERS, bobtailed blouse, q strong
cigar, and plug hat, gathered around
the customer with the others, and told
them about the attack Of insanity
which caught fathers the day after
some poisonous hair dye got through
his SCALP into his brain. You see,"
the gentleman with the cigar added,
pressively, "my fathers brother
had his scalp cut by a saber wound IN
the war twenty years ago, and some
OF the hair dye must have got into his
brain"
Meanwhile the barber, the boss, and
the boy were having it out at the wash
stand. The boy had, of course, drop
ed the only bottle OF hair dye IN the
shop on the marble, and besides stain
ed the basins, himself. and large
portion of the boss, had spilled most
of the dye. What remained of the
LIQUID was caught in soap dish, and
during the next twenty minutes the
barber and MS begrimed and blubber-
ing boy dallied with the hair and mus
tache of the stranger, while a crowd
of five or six BARRIERS and customers
stood around and made remarks, and
the Precipitation ran down the strang-
ers nose and dripped mournfully upon
the apron. Another twenty minutes
was consumed in dressing the hair and
in trying to stain the victims mustache
with out getting any GA his face. 1t
was not glittering and equivocal
success; and when, an hour and
half later. the buIlnecked customer
dashed into the street, people turned
to look at the man with the rudy face,
the blue green hair, and a mustache
that was a cross between terra Gotta
and deep moroon.
No Cause for Alarm at Present.
New York Times.