Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-16
The Manicure
Lady
BY WILLIAM r. KIRK.

k6Y SEEN q thing when l was do
ing some shopping this noon"
said the Manicure Lady, that
reminded me of my childhood days
back in the old village There was
old fellow with chin whiskers on that
came into the swell department store
where | was shopping, and after he
had bought a pair of gloves he asked
the clerk If that was the very best
she could do on the price. OF course.
the girl behind the counter looked at
him and laughed and said that she
couldn't cut no prices; so the old fell
low threw the gloves back and told
her to keep them. He said he was
going somewhere with his trade
where people would appreciate him
and the money he spent"
~ suppose that broke the girls
heart" said the Head Barber.
She didn't care none, of course"
said the Manicure Lady. but 1t kind
of set me to thinking that there is a
lot of people in this world like that
old guy with the fringe on his lower
law. He was In there to spend a dol
lar and get about ten cents over q
dollar in value. And even then he
thought that the store people ought
to look for him with outstretohed
arms and treat MIN like a prince.
Il remember when we lived in
small town, George. We had that
Kind of stuff handed to US on every
side. The old gent used to keep a
hotel when l was a mere child-ons
of them country hotels where there
is accommodation for man and beast.
and you could take your pick which
kind of accommodations you wanted
| remember one time an old farmer
walked Up to father and said: Ed,
l always stop here for my dinner
every time l come to town. five or
six times every year And / always
pay my 25 cents for dinner without
no squeal. Don't you think you ought
TO throw in good cigar with the
dinner once In a whileT / RENE Der
how the old gent told him to get out
of the place and go somewhere else
for his two-bit dinners in the future"
that farmer" observed the Head
Barber.
The cheap folks amt all in the
country, George" said the Manicurs
Lady. There is lot of them in the
city that would like to beat down this
clerks in the big stores II they
thought that they could get away
with It, but they know there amt
chance in the word. so they let their
meanness crop out other ways. They
think cheap thoughts even II they
haven't got the nerve to express
them One girl friend of mine that
wouldn't think of asking for a lower
price on a shirt waist would ride
down town morning after morning
with me on the Subway and noticed
after | had dug three or four morn
ings in row for the carfare that
she would make an awful stah in her
pock etboot for ten cents and pulling
| that on, let me pay" stuff. Take II
from me. George, after the third
morning l let her look until she had
dug up that hard. thin dime. and
after that she didn't snuggle up to
me no more / suppose she was look
ing for another victim.
That's tho system they play in this
big town, George. They pat you on
the back until you blush as long as
you can help them. but the miuuts
you start looking out OF the window
and not responding to their hollers
for help. they beat it for fresh fields
and pastures new. How many friends
nave you got here in the city, George,
that would stick to you If you were
going through bankruptcy"
Il guess the only friends I would
have then would be my wife" said
the Head Barber, and the lawyer
that was putting me through"