Bisbee daily review., 1913-06-18


 claimed the barber.
 He's passed out of sight" said the Watermelon. making a feeble attempt to see up the street. He was almost by as saw him"
 Do you take mel" he asked, as they returned to the counter and the subject of the cash register.
 ''Aw, go on. urged Harry. who was a sport. What are you afraid of"
 He couldn't have picked it." insist ed the barber, whose faith in his reg ister was really sublime.
 Sure he could. They are easy to a guy who knows the ropes" declared the Watermelon ''The drummer was handing you ioteof hot air when he said they can't be picked You don't want to be so easy"
 The slur on his mental capacity was too much for the barber. Ills vanity rose in defense of his register where his faith had failed. q have some brains" he snorted q know the thing Is perfectly safe. Yes, I take you"
 He started to open the register, but the Watermelon objected. Here" he cried. "let Harry do it. I'm not want ing to be bunkoed out of me hard [ earned lucre." And he lovingly rat tied the keys in his pockets.
 How much has been registered? ?'' asked the Watermelon.
 Harry drew forth the strip of pa ! per and after a few moments of men, [ tai agony, confused by the different | results each obtained as all peered | eagerly over his shoulder, he finally arrived at the correct answer. three dollars and sixty cents. It was Sun. day and shaving day for the male | quarter of the population.
 Three, sixty" announced Harry in some trepidation. lest he be fatly and promptly corrected.
 The barber reached for the slip and added it on his own account "Three l sixty" he agreed, and sighed.
 Count the cash" ordered the Wa termelon, and Harry counted, slowly carefully, laboriously, and the res counted with him, more or less audi bly.
 When the last coin had been count ed, there was moment of puzzled silence. The Watermelon broke it.
 Three, thirty-fve." said he. "Wha did I tell you?"
 Here" snapped the barber. '1et m count it."
 l He pUs'- Terry aside and agail all couB barber passed tn coins. dimes, nickels an' pennies, one was liDgeTingl, laid On the pie and the sum was lack ing a quarter to make 1t complete ac cordlng to the registered slip.
 Three dollars and thirty-hye cents, said the Watermelon again, like tn voice of doom.
 "Well. I yun1i" exclaimed Harry. How'd he do it?" asked the gro cer's son, with an eye out for pos sibly similar emergencies neare home.
 The Watermelon shrugged. T don know" said he, Cant do 1t myself but the fellers in the cities have go [ ten so they can open 'em the minut the clerk turns his back. They ca dc it without any noise, too. and s r quick you can't catch 'em. I'll b hanged if know how they do it." 5 Again the barber counted tn change, again he totaled the number on the registered slip. They woul not agree. That painful lack of quarter could not be bridged.
 'tHe said it was automatic booi keeping" moahed the barber. glarin at the slip that would register nothin less than three dollars and sixt . cents.
 "The bookkeeDiBg's all right" sai r. the WatermsloH, it's the money ths = ain't."
 He gafberaz aP the coins slowi [ lovingly. and tha harber turned ava F from the painful sl ght ]. Do you want = sfsse?" he asks h grossly, s The Waternleioh sank graceful Into the chair. It's hard luck" sal F he sympatheticslly. but you oughtn
 to be SO easy Get wise. get wise"