The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1892-06-04
HE FRIGHTENED THE BARBER.
His Head Was Soft and He Wanted Some
Seneca Wolves Oil"
He was a frightened barber.

He was a frightened barber.
In a down town tonsoriai artists saloon
dead game" took his seat on Saturday
afternoon, and there was nothing particu-
larry weird in his appearance, but there
was mischief in his eye. "NeXtW called a
nice looking young operator in his bland
est tones, and the game one with the scrub
by beard lifted himself into the chair,
throwing out his chubby legs in decid-
eddy I'm right here" fashion
The work of the artist began. Carefully
the towel was tucked in around the burly
neck, and with equal care the victim was
enshrouded in some choice striped cotton.
Turning rather cold, sir."
"Yah," with biting emphasis, was the
answer.
1t was enough, the nice young man re-
lapsed into silence and contented himself
with steady honest work, perhaps little
too honest, for presently there was low
rumbling which resolved itself into:
Don't catch my head like that, it's
soft"
Been sick, sir?"
Eyes; been nine years in the insane asy-
lum; only just got out"
Whew! but this was a corker. The man
OI ldluGF lOOheu utTNOuSll, DuG
was somewhat treasured by the presence
of number of his profession al brethren
and quite a few waiting customers. He
endeavored to laugh it off and proceeded
with his work, his eyes, nevertheless, fast
ened Oh those of the enshrouded one, TO
the danger of the latters chin. The shay
ing was completed.
''Shall | put some brilliantine on your
mustache, sir?"
"Naw! | wan some of the other stuff {"
"Cosmetique, sir?"
"Nawi Gimme some Seneca wolves oil. !"
"HoIy Moses! the man is clean of, NUT
tered the barber to himself, adding aloud:
Were just out of that, sir. Oil on your
hair, sir?"
NAV, and take good care you don't rub
it too hard, for my head is very SOFT"
"All right, sir"
Quickly the work is finished, and with a
gentle flick of the towel and q backward
movement the polite but nervous young
man says, with very much forced smile:
Now, sir" and the lunatic steps from
the chair.
Halo, F." SAYS the waiting Gus
toner, as he recognizes in him friend and
prepares for slaughter at the call of time,
or rather ''next." But, strange to say,
there is scarcely response, and the man of
horses quickly clears out.
DO you know that gentleman, sirS"
asks the nervous barber.
"Why, certainlyp'
"Has he been long in Buffalo'"
"All his life nearly, guess"
"Well, am greeny," was the not very
Ineligible response. why, he told me,
sir, that he had been nine years in the in
sane asylum and had only just come out"
"Well," said the barber, II thought first
he was giving me a stiff when he said he
was nine years in the asylum and his head
was soft, but when he asked for Seneca
wolves oil l said to myself the son of a
gun is clean off his base"
Ibid you feel nervous?"
"Why, sir, if he had made break for a
razor I'd have given him the whole shop.
I'd have been on Main street while you'd
be saying Jack"
'Twas an awful time for the young man
but he consoled himself with the thought
that his tormentor will come in some other
day when he'll have his side of the fun
Buffalo Commercial.