Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1907-04-14

arm twist. l kept dancing up and down
like Jap on a slack wire all the time he
was clutchlng me, and then he got near to
II that 1 was only one of the new kind of
hopping hicks and turned me loose.
We'll, I pushed a couple of sinkers into
my chops, but nix on the Mocha thing
couldn't hold the cup in my mitt without
| splitting most OF IT, for ! was doing a heat,
14S laps to the mile, around the beanery all
the time So they had to send next door
TO a barber joint to borrow one of those
! topped over mustache shaving cups to give
me my coffee in. I could mazurka around
the dump with that in my hand without
splitting much of it, but that's the only way
1 ever could have got by with the wet part
of a breakfast.
Then l scurried to one Of those Greek
dumps to get my kicks CLOSED. 1 ran at
the chair like a mllkman hopping up the
steps at a quarter past three in the morn
ing, but when l sat down 1 saw right of
/ that it wasn't going to come on, that
shine.
! Il bounced up and down in the chair like
little Alcwyn on his new hobby horse on
Christmas morning before the old folks
were up, and the Greeka shinesman felt OF
the curved knife in the back of his belt
and looked like he was going to write his
monaker on my middle with 1.-THE thought
l was doing that Charley the <idder thing
| and trying to hang a cut-up tag on him.
| But 1 told him to nix-nix with that snick-
ersnee stuff. that l was only one of those
winds ups that couldn't take It on the easy
side, because I'd been out to Bennings a
lot, and he grinned and seemed to be hep
| to it--there must have been others In there
| ahead of me-
He had to strap my feet to the foot
rests before he could get any action on
the shine thngI but all during the shine
| l was bobbing up and down in the seat and
making motions like a 50-yard dasher cover
ing the last ten feet of the cinder track.
Il was a couple of days overdue for a
whisker breakoff, but l hated the idea of
shave. But l galloped into. a barber
shop where the hair choppers looked good
natured and started to tell em what was
up against.
That's all right said the boss barber,
kick right in We've had a lot like you
and you'll be staked to a scrape all right.
We've got the machinery
Then he and three others BARRIERS
grabbed me and dragged me over to the
wall, where there was half arc steel thing,
like a dog collar cut in two, screwed in.
They damned my head against the wall,
! clamped that steel thing around my neck
! with a click-it fastened by a sprlng-and
then one of them began to lather me up.
"It was all right. He got away with it.
l was doing the Lancashire clog with my
| feet all the time he was shaving me, but
| my head was fastened so that couldn't
| joggle 1t, and the shave was a hit.
when he was slapping the powder on ]
switched to a Mississippi cotton hop, but
| even that didn't bother the barber; he said
| he'd had m doing the North Carolina wide
/ split while clamped up that way, and still
he managed to scrape 'em. Just before he
! got through with me another one of EN-
romped in, and he stood in the middle OF
the floor doing the Louisiana goozoczoo
while he waited for me to be unchanged
| There's nothing to It; these hair harvesters
down here sure are Jakey Next to all the
new stun.
well, when the scraper turned me loose
and let me out of that clamp was so keen