The daily star-mirror. (Moscow, Idaho) 1911-1939, 1917-11-23
AMERICANS CRY
OUTFOR BARRIERS
French TonsoriaI Artists Don't
Know How to Clip Hair
or Shave NeckS.
LONG LOCKS THE FASHION
Soldier Boy Tells of Sad Experience
In Paris-SmeIIed Like a Soap
Counter When French Barber
Got Through With Him.

Field Headquarters, American Army
in France.-This Is a special appeal to
BARRIERS and it comes straight from the
barracks and billets Of the boys over
here. Every hair Of their heads cries
out for the clippers and neck shave
that they left back home and will not
be comforted.
The American soldier simply cannot
understand the French barber and 1t
doesn't look as if he ever would learn
how. When he gets his hair cut he
wants it cut short, he wants his neck
shaved, he doesn't want little lovelocks
left hanging over his eyes and he
doesn't want ga lot O. muck rubbed on"
Add to that the difficulty of telling the
Frenchman all those things and the in
herent helplessness of a man in a bar
ber's chair, and you have a truly tragic
situation.
He Looked Like a "Teddy Bear"
Here is the tale Of a y%oungster in
the quartermaster's corps, who drives
one of the trucks. His shaggy head
was mute evidence of his earnestness.
"There amt a barber In u OUTFIT
he said, $50 by the time / got up to
Paris I looked like a Teddy bear. First
thing / did was to ask one of them
John Arms cops where a | get an
American haircut. He made out to tell
me about a place on a boulevard an l
made him tell it to a coacher an the
coacher drove me there. That's the
only way in Paris-make a John Arms
tell a coacher-then you can't get lost.
"Well, I walked up three flights to
reach that barber shop. I never seen
no American barber shop that wasn't
on the first floor. Up came a big fat
guy an shook hands an took my Stet-
son an then took me into q big room,
an it really was full up with Ameri-
can barber chairs, I begun to feel at
home, specially when 1 stretched out
In one of them chairs with my feet on
the rest. Right away, though, a little
Frenchman m up an ties a big
apron around my neck an puts my
arms in it. After that it weren't no
use-that apron strangled me when
ever 1 tried to move or open my mouth.
swell, this guy says something, so
I says Haircut an he comes back.
'Aircoot? All, copper les cheveux.' /
knew enough to say Wee, Vice. an
we started. He didn't have no clip
pers, an he kept nibblin' with a pair
of nail scissors | guess. I didn't know
the French for short and there weren't
no real mirror there like there ought
to be, so l sat tight an hoped for the
best. Pretty soon he discovered that
my hair was dry; if he'd been drivin'
a truck for two weeks sod his been
dry, an after some talk that I couldn't
get-course I said wee to be polite
all of a sudden he dumps a whole pint
of some kind of eau de cologne onto
my head.
SmeIIed Like a Soap Counter.
s'It smelled like the soap counter at
q drug store, When / revived he'd
rubbed it all in, an say, 1 went around
with that smell for days. Couldn't get
1t u The bunch held their noses
when they seen me.
'This barber went right on jabber-
ing an me saying Wee, Vice. even af-
ter that dirty trick he done me, when
all of a sudden he hands me a bottle
full of that cologne an says 'Dees
fronk.' I figured out that meant the
bottle cost 50 an he'd been sellin' me
one in French an I not known it.
Course l didn't want none O. that sweet
spirits O. vilets, so | says Non, non.'
He forgot the sacred memory o. Lafay-
an the spirits of '76 right there
an gave me a cussin' in French. I
didn't know what it was, but it sound
ed like hot stuff
81 remembered n word / thought'd
get me out that place an says Comfy
emp That started another riot, but
finally the fat guy allowed it was Cat
That's about eighty cents real
money, but I paid it an got out after a
struggle with that nightshirt they put
onto me.
"First look I had at that haircut was
In a store window. Say, that guy'd
sort O. chopped away the fringes round
nv ears an the back O. my neck, but
ned left about half the hair there, look
n sort o. grayish, an then he hadn't
touched it none till he got up top, so
here was a gray ring an then a black
ing. The gray ring looked like a
NANCY cayuse. When I took my Stet-
off l found he'd trimmed the front
IF an pasted it down with that smelly
stuff till l looked like the picture O
,omo boy violinist.
'sThat was a swell layout. When l
rot back to my outfit the gang asked
was I the Teller that sings love
;ongs at that Folly Bergair vaudeville
,lace in Paris an the sergeant tells me
lot to let none of them rough soldiers
insult me, but to stick 'em with my
Then they offered to pay me
cents apiece to let EN- dip the cor
lers of their handkerchiefs in my hair
When they was goin' out to see their
iris. It was all like that. | amt had
French h~aircuts since. Say, don't
'ou think you could get some BARRIERS
yer here that know enough to shave
feller's neck?"