The Montgomery advertiser., 1902-06-26
FACE MASSAGE.
NEW TORTURE TO BRING ABOUT
 MANLY BEAUTY.
Assault and Battery to the Physiog-
 nomy is Invented.

The very latest torture invented by the barber, sometimes called tonsorial artist. IS what Is VarloGSly known as a face
 massage, ma sldSe," or "massozghe," some day when you are waiting for a train, perhaps, you have plenty of time on your hands and after being treated to shave you See the sign swinging overhead: "Flubdub cream, face mas. sage removes blackheads and puts color Tn the cheeks. YoI think to yourself you'll go against the game once, any now, and you point to the sign and tell tne barber to give you "one of them That is tho only way to get around pro- nouncing that word ''massage' and thus disclosing your ignorance.
 Ihe barber smiles and chucks you down , Tn the chair with swift chug He rolls up his sleeves and gives his muscles a few preliminary jerks and then proceeds 10 the hot-Water tank, where he dips a towel. He puts that hot water around your face, leaving a small air hole for your nose, and lets it steam for a few minutes. Your nose gets red and sticks up out of the hot towel like a stra wherTv in a heap of snow.
 The barber applies about ten of those not towels and thIs has a tendency to cause the skin to become rather tender. Tn fact, your cutlcle begins to smart nlca- " when he whiskJ off the last towel and rnbs some of the 'Flubdub cream on your race; Those who make the stuff
 
 but to all others it IS a secret If an pears to be lard scented with bitter all monds.
 The Barber Rubs it In.
 After this stuff has been thoroughly pldstered all over your face in your nos IT'S up Tn your ears and over your eye Ids and into the corner of your eyes inc barDer begins small assault and patt arv on your physiognomy. He rubs his fin gers into your eyes and sticks his thumbs Inl.. | the corners of your mouth He ninches your face. He hits you a clip on the brow and bitfS you one on the neck. He go9ges your eyes and pulls your nose ana thumpS your face.
 By and by the fiubdub begins to roll up in little hard rolls and crumbles from your face. The barber riibs harder than ever and you have a horrible feeling of iihhunerable nm little crumbs of stuff trick hhg doWn rour faca and getting into your eyes, your mouth ond creeping down your neck With two or three more rather rough slaps and few more pounds the baroer takes rough towel and removes t9e particles of stuff and then apptios about dozen more hot towels. To can the climax. just after he has taken the last hot towel away, without any warn ms he dabs on an icy one that sends the cold chills down your spinal column and makes the goose pimples stick out through your Open-work hose.
 Next comes some sort of a drastic mud, which is rubbed around oyer the hills and valleys of your face, and then follows slimy liquid, which is thor oughly rubbed in. This latter stuff feels about as good as a little tobasco sauce on burned tongue, and after the pound ing and rubbing your face has received It Is not the most comfortable thing i'll the world.
 Still There's More to Follow.
 You think you have reached the limit now and the barber Is going to let you up but 1t Is a false alarm. He smiles grimly as he grasps a hose hanging at the side of the chair and turns d fine spray of perfume on your face.
 You strangle and choke little and for get tO shut your eyes. The result is that your peppers are filled with the pungent stuff and you are unable to see what the tunsoriai artist is going to do next But he knows his business Your face is not vet dry, so he turns on some air The air comes from one of those rubber tubes and Is shot into your face unexpectedly. It strangles you and you choke and wriggle and squirm. A little powder is next ap- piled with a towel and you are hoisted into q sitting poisture
 You do look pretty and no mistake. It has brought the color to your cheeks and not only to tho cheeks, but to all other portions of your face. Your brow looks like piece of red damask table cloth NJur nose resembles small beet and your cheeks are tho color of a grain ele- Nltor in d small town. The barber combs your hair for you. He fixes you up right In the tirs- place, he combs it down tight to your head and brushes it until it looks as shiny as q kitchen stove in d quaker household. Eat the crp vninS glory is the pretty little twist he gives your fnrelock He sm0pthcs it down prcttily and then with ! deXterouS little twict turns it around so 1t looks for all the world like q scallop of hair hanging down over your ruddY brow.
 And then you pay him 10 cents.