St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-01-21
my LADY BARBER,
Who Toys With the Curling
Locks and Trims the
Bang.
Ladies of Fashion Who Pay
for the Care Of Their
TpeSSeS.
An Angel Whose White Wings
Were Just a Little
Smutty.
The Bride Who Wore Her Hair
Loo sc to Please
Hubby.

New York sun.
Just around an uptown Broadway
corner is a woman'S barber shop, with
the Wisest, wittieSt, merriest woman
barber at the head of it, with naughty
dimple in one cheek. a pair of keen,
bright, laughing eyes, and lot of soft
brown hair twisted MP in loops that shine
like gold in the sunlight. Probably
there isn't woman in the entire town
that knows so much of human nature.
OF has greater fund of personal anec-
dotes and "reminiscences OF the ladies
whose names fill the columns of the So
ciety papers, than this merry phil
osopher. whose keen eyes see every fol-
BILE and weakness, but whose lips
keep their counsel well. When the
twenty-ffth customer comes in and rat
ties on about the lovely hair she used to
have, so long that she could sit on it,
and so heavy that she couldn't pull a
comb through it, only suspicious
CULVER in the dimple suggests that pos
sibly she has heard that story something
like million times before, from as many
different women, and when fussy man
comes in to superintend his wife's
couture, suggesting sundry changes in
the arrangement i'll the hope of imprOv-
ing her faded charms, she puts the
brakes on the dimple, and only after the
door is closed behind them she remarks
crisply: eff that man expects me TO
make beauty of his wife he's got to
get different woman for me to work
M t;t,,n hnr -
There is little similarity between this
men sit in cloud of smoke as thick as
London mist waiting for the welcome
and familiar call of Next" or tilt back
in chair, staring at a lot of pigeon
holes full Of cups while the barber
grinds out threadbare jokes. Ladies
step out o their carriages and trip up
the steps of brown stone house, where
on a silver d0Or-plate is inscribed the
hairdresser's name, and ring the bell.
A pink and white, low-yOiced little
maiden in black jersey and a long
white apron opens the door and uShers
them into large, light parlor, where
they lay aside their raps and follow her
into another room lined with mirrors,
carpeted with velvet. and eXquiSltely
clean. Other girls. in long white aprons
and black jerseys are brushing the luS-
trous hair of the women. who sit about
leisurely in the crimson-cushioned
chairs.
"Why do women have so little hair
signs a pretty woman of
thirty. with about one hair where she
ought to have 200.
Because they don't take care of It,"
answers the hairdrpsser, as the woman's
barber is called. ''They never brush it
at all, or else they don't half do it.
They dig away at it with flne tooth
comb just because their grandm0therS
did, and never wash it at all. or else
twice a year. when they clean house,
scour it out with boraX and ammonia.
Those are the very worst things in the
world to use on the hair. Then they
curl it and friz it with too hot irons,
and break it all Off and never trim the
ends, wear round hats that cover it all
up, and never give it chance to
breathe. as you might say, or get bit
of fresh air OF sunshine. and then won
der why they don't have any hair.
they wouldn't tell of eating their break
fast without taking bath, will carry
around a years accumulation of dirt
under their $50 bonnets and feel dressed
up"
"How often ought lady to have her
hair attended top
"She ought to attend to it herself
every night and morning with good
stiff brush, and then GO to hairdreSser
once month for dry shampoo; and
once month the hair should be thor
oughIy cleansed with CASTLE soap and
water. Whv. my regular customers
have their own brushes here, and come
as often as once week. Look" And,
opening cupboard door. she eXh bited
rows and rows of heavy English
brushes, each bearing on the handle the
name of the owner, and each accom-
panied by two smaller brushes for
tine scalp. ''SOme of 'em are
such fussers they won't even look in
my hand glass, you see, and bring their
own" she added. pointing to the cellu-
lold mirrors tied up with some of the
brushes.
allow much does it cost to keep the
hair in nice order for year?"
''Oh, not more than $50 or $40, but
great many ladies come in to have their
hair dressed two or three times week,
you know, and then they spend 500,
and perhaps more, in one year. charge
so cents for clipping bang and 81 for a
shampoo"
A bright-faced girl came tripping in
to have her hair dressed preparatory to
being photographed. In a twinkling
big white apron was tied around her
neck over the directoire dress of dull
green, and heavy mass of hair of
Titian's color fell below her waist.
You don't mean that you want that
hair dressed just asst is?e''
Certainly, why not?''
sit isn't fit to dress. all dirt like that,
and SO oily it sticks together. Most any
woman who had hair like that would
know enough to appreciate it."
''Oh, hate the color of it so. | never
cared to fuss with it. Red hair and
white horseS,'' she said. with little
grimace.
Eyes. but that hair is stylish. you
know, now. Why, it is considered the
beauty in some countries" and
before the girl really had time to object
1ne of the soft-voiced, sOft-handed as
SistantS was Scrubbing some kind of
lotion in silver cup on to her scalp
with sharp little brush, and the next
she knew all the mass of hair was float
ng in marble bowl, with alternate
streams of hot and cold water playing
upon it, all so neatly and skillfuily ac-
that not a drop of moisture
;oiled the pretty gown. And then lean
ng back in rocking chair, while the |
attendant tossed the shining strands |
,bove a heater, she ciiatted away to |
Ter sister in the communicative strain |
woman always drifts into when her |
lairpins are out. Nov, if the express |
ion in this picture will only be good. |
never have any expression in pict- |
ire"
That's probably because you haven't |
my out of the picture" sweetly sug-