The Vinita daily chieftain. [volume] (Vinita, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1902-1913, 1912-02-06
BEST OF ALL BARRIERS
TO Sc SHAVED eY AMERICAN Me-
GAO WAS 4 DELIGHT.
Entertaining, skilful and Humorous,
He Has Been supplanted BY tho
More eusIness-Llke Modern
TensorIai Artist.

The tear OF regret may glisten for a
moment IN the corner Of the eye OF
some elderly man when be reyisits In
imagination the barber shop Of long
ago That was in the day when in
the middle west popular prejudice
held fast to the opinion that the negro
was a natural barber. the American
negro the best barber In the world.
He knows more about family trees
than any college OF heraldry-if there
is such an institution-could possibly
know and how long and interesting
he would talk OF your folks folks in
Lexington, Ky,
Let me rest yo' hat, and yo' coat.
sab. Yes. sir. Judge G. was heah this
mornin' and Col. d. got out OF the
cheer only a few minutes age"
With sigh of anticipated comfort
you sank into the chair and stretched
out your legs. Yes, sab, yo really do
need shave. sab It's pleasure 10
me to shave you. Yo' beard is just
as # should be- Now and then get a
rough neck with squirrel whiskers
that upsets me TO whole day"
Perhaps you may recall story in
an old text book about very differ
ent kind of barber. that began after
this fashion.
A prating barber who waited upon
a certain king, came one day to trim
his hair and asked him: Sire, how
win you have It done?' Silently, said
the king.
II Is not necessary to continue that
story, the indianapolis News remarks.
One may know at once that the bar
Der OF this churlish king was not
negro. He was probably a mere ton
serial artist. wholly devoid of the de-
lightful charm OF entertaining that is
possessed in so high degree by the
black knight OF the razor-one might
now. alas. call him the disinherited
knight. as so many have come in 10
crowd him from his place.
Only one superfiuous question would
he ask, and that was from long estab-
lished habit: Does she pull sab n
Yet he well knew that in his skiilful
hand the keen blade was as light as
gossamer. tor as he afterward ad-
mitted he had 'honed and stropped her
down finer'n a gnat's heel" How
deftly he would spread the cool lather
over the rough and razorable cheek
and chinl With what tender care he
avoided the wart that nestled on your
upper lip. close to your nose, and
never say word about this blemish
on a very handsome facet
But you did NOT get out OF the chair
In any such brief time as this tale
has required In its telling. BY no
means. How he would daily about
you. comb and shears In hand, clip
ping here and there an infinitesimal
bit OF hair which. in his critical judg-
ment, spoilt the symmetry OF his
work. And, at last. as though loath
to let you go until his sense OF the
perfection of his work had been salts.
fed In every artistic detail, he would
still detain you for last lingering. re.
gretful inspection. following you to
the door and watching your shadow as
1t heightened in the afternoon sun.
What a genial humor he had, what
knowledge OF human nature. white
and black? The newspaper. even then,
was well enough in It's way. but not
TO be compared as news teller to
him who gave the gossip OF the dear
old town with racy flavor and pic
turesaue beauty that proclaimed the
master. The new barber has a finer
shop and sometimes foreign accent.
is more matter of fact and business
Ike, candidly, you know he is
not-well, he's not the old barber.