The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-12-23
STEER IN A BARRIER SHOP.
Wrecks the Place and Incidentally
Spells Mr. Quinn's shave.
From the San Francisco Examin

From the San Francisco Examiner.
The proximity OF the Butchertown cat
tie corrais to the barber shop of Marvel
NJ. Ovellar induced an incident yesterday
that could scarcely have occurred under
less incongruous conditions, even in the
neighborhood wild and woolly as the
slaughter-house vicinity of the Potrero. 1t
was the occasion of Samuel Quinn's
Thanksgiving shave. Mr. Quinn had seat
ed himself in Monsieur OvelIars only
chair. The lather was on his face and the
razor was at his throat. The barber dis
coursed on topics timely and cheering
the latest forecast of the weather; the raf-
lie az Casey's corner; the twins that came
to the home of O'Rourke in the night
current gossip of the reservation that re-
quired no counter comment save In the in
tervals OF stropping and sponging
The front door was open. The odor of
bilge freighted the chill breezes. Kentucky
street was deserted. A brooding calm lay
upon the scene and the soul of Samuel
Quinn was at peace. The drone of the
barber, murmuring I'm al his ears as the
waves lap the shores of severed Islais en-
encouraged sleep, and Quinn verged upon
sleep. The right side of the Quinn face had
been shaved. The hand of Ovellar was
raised to lift the head of Quinn 20 another
posture when a terrific shadow darkened
the door OF the shop.
No time for explanation. no thought of
useless warning, no effort at Senseless
HtlblhDl-lnt naIDeE GOllu only gasfU his
terror, fling down his razor and drop to
the floor.
Mr. quinn opened his eyes, opened them
wide and stared straight into the blazing
wrath Of q maddened steer. the widest
Of the herd. Erect. furious, paving the
threshold Of that fated shon the beast
surveyed the situation-gazed in rage at
Quinn as he leaped from the chair and fell
beneath IL, lowered his horned crest to
lunge at the creeping. cringing barber
and proceeded TO business
With leap that would have won APP
plause al hurdle race the steer involved
himself in the goods and chattels of that
Kentucky street barber shop His horns
caught. the chandelier and II was ripped
OUT py the roots; one blow from the mas
sive front smashed the mirror and scat
tered the pomade pots; another sent chairs
cuspldors and shaving mugs flv-
inS IN every direction; a flank movement
overturned the chair beneath which Quinn
! lay IN wait for sudden death; and. finally
! with mighty effort and snort like the
pursuing OF sewer pipe, the steer planted
and throwing his head backward fore
great eashes with his horns in the ceiling
by this time the animal had made one
circuit OF the little shop and was facing
the door through which he had so uncerc-
| ANONYMOUSLY entered. He looked out over
| tho unpicturesque landscape across which
! the terror-striclSen barber was footing IL
! realty. The flashing Of his tail WAS con-
slant reminder to Quinn beneath tbe
chair Of peril that environed and wouid
not be removed. But the steer Thought
only or escape, and presently with a
n9afse sigh that sounded to Quinn
/ IKE the last breath of a hot simeon the
| beast spurned the table and plunged ont
| INTO the big wide world TO be larlateh and
married and eorraled by the pursuing va
Then Quinn crawled out OF the wrecl, NJ
matter ana went home half shaved The
| paIper mas not yet returned to the ruins
| abouts -