The Farmville herald. [volume] (Farmville, Va.) 1890-1934, 1905-06-23
JOHNNY'S HAIRCUT.


"Johuuy," said Mrs Ghssop, survey
sng her offspring thoughuully, 4 must
cut your hair. It's a-gettin' TOO long
Nine-year-old Johnny Glissop looked
at his mother in dismay. Jaw. It amt
too long" he whined
1t Is, too" said hts mother, pausing
in her dish-drying 10 Tuflie the name
that hung down tho boys neck. 4
can't bother with II now. but ! must
cut Il when you come home from school
and you come right straight home
too. You hear met"
"Yes'm," said Johnny. rueiully Say.
nav" he continued. cant have the
barber cut 70 this timer The other
boys DO"
Il haven't got ssy Is cents to throw
away on BARRIERS" replied Mrs Glissop
How nc lOathed those home haircuts!
Tho Bingham apron that his mother tied
around his uecR 80 tightly that II
strangled him. but not so tight as to
prevent the sharp, tickling hairs work
ing their way down his back and rem
dering hts life miserable irritation for
days; the loosely riveted scissors that
gripped his locks between their blades
and dragged at the hair roots so ex-
cruciaungly; the comb whose sharp
teeth raked his scalp: the nippings OF
his tender flesh. the digs from the scis-
sOrs points and the raps that be got to
mako him sit still
Soon the school bell began 10 ring and
Johnny sadly and reluctantly started
out On the way be overlook Jim Wa
tiers, Cory Pegram and Willie Patter-
son. All three Of them. he noted en-
Viously, had fine. evenly clipped polls
Their mothers didn't cut their hair.
lie brooded on this all through school
time he was still brooding over II on
the way home. when be almost ran into
the gay barber pole before Sim Doug
las shop.
Johnny stopped and peered In through
the glass OF the door. Sim was reclin-
Ing IN his own magnificent chair. read
ing a pink paper. There was no one
else In the shop. Johnny hesitated an
instant longer, and then pressed the
htch and walked boldly In
Hello. Bud!" said the barber. turn
ing his head. whats wantedf"
II want haircut said Johnny.
Il thought It might be a shave you
needed" said Sim. PECULIARLY.
He seated Johnny In the magnificent |
chair. he tucked cloth deity around his /
neck. and swapping his scissors brisk
ly once or twice went 10 work.
Oh. the bliss OF I'll The frmness and !
gentleness OF Sims soft fingers as they |
adjusted the bullet headi The quick |
shipping Of the sharp shears and the |
painlessness OF the whole operationi /
Sims comb did not rake the scalp 4
Sims shears did not tug and pull at
the hair roots. And then the fasclna-
ton OF watching the process In the big
mirror In front and the wonder OF the
ruby Bohemian glass bottles and metal
stoppered Walls Of strange essences! II
seemed like a dream. and presently q
cool and pleasantly tickling machine
was pressed to the back Of his head and
went creeping M and down. II was
the clipper.
Then Sim took one Of the glass bot
ties and shook it into his palm and be-
gan 10 rub Johnny's head A delicious
fragrance filed the air-the odors OF
Araby the blest.
There" said Sim. after a brisk frlc-
ton Of the brushes. Nov you look
something like"
Charge &C." said Johnny.
What" exclaimed the barber.
Charge II to paw" said Johnny. and
walked out.
Half an hour later Johnny and his
father were together In the woodshed
OF the Gllssop home The elder Clissop
had seated himself on a soap box and
held Johnny firmly by one arm. lie
also held the stave OF a salt-mackerel
pail that was collapsed in a corner Of
the shed.
"Have you got anything to say?" de-
manded the father. sternly.
mo. SIR" Quavered Johnny.
Nothing 10 say, eh? Don't you know
I was wrong7"
Eyes. sir" said Johnny, trembling.
, Didn't you know you would be well
punished for it?"
Il guess So" replied the boy.
"You knew you would get one Of the
worst lickings you ever had in your
life?"
'Uhuh." answered Johnny, the tears
starting 70 his eyes.
Then why in the world did you do
III"
T-I-f'd sooner-sooner have Won
Hex me than have mother cut my hair"
sobbed Johnny.
A spasm crossed Glissop's face. He
considered a moment and threw away
the stave.
Johnny" he said. I'll let you on
THE time but next time you want a
haircut you come 10 me and ask for the
money. Chicago Daily News.
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