Bisbee daily review., 1918-04-14
ITS FUNNY HOW A BAR BER'S HEART TURNS TO
 BLOOD AND BATTLES

! At the Star Athletic clubs little fistic carnival the other night the ! newspaper man was impressed by the | earnestness and emotion of a certain l Bisbee barber who acted as second
 for one of the fighters. And in the ring was another local barber acting as bottle holder for a battler. Funny | thing about barbers. They turn in- stlnctively to the prize ring like a duck to dough In nearly every bar
 Der shop in the land one can find a copy of the Police Gazette and sport ing news on the table and pictures of famous fighters on the walls. Few
 barbers but that can give you the rec ords complete of every fighter and
 ball player of note for the last twen- ty-five years. At the ringside and in
 the bleachers you will find the bar
 Der always among those present.
 Now the barber's trade is the most peaceful and sedentary of all trades since Adam first learned to sharpen a spade. Most barbers are narrow of shoulder and shy of brawn. The rag or Is deadly weapon, it is true. but who ever heard of a white barber us- ing a razor except upon a strop and to strip whiskers from stubbly chins.
 But cat can look at a king. And so it Is that the barber worships the husky pugilist and the hero of the baseball lot. The barber shop dab bles but little in politics. war or re- hglon. The gossip of this forum is confined mainly to the condition of Alexander. the right handler king, and to whether or not some one will be able to make Jess Willard defend his crown.
 But to return to this risbee barber and his personal activities in ring craft. He was the busiest and most interested man in the arena last night He coached his man and whispered instructions clear. up to the sound of the gong, and one of the fighters nearly stepped on him as he crawled between the ropes. Between rounds he tathed his principals fevered brow with bay rum and combed his pompa- dcur with care and affection and whis- Dered words of cheer and comfort and advice. But all to no avail. The bar ber's battler was doomed to defeat. In the third round he went down for the count and this barber, like the King of Priam. wrung his hands over the fall of this Hector upon the plains of ambitions dream.
 Passing through the crowd after the bout the barber was greeted by friends with words of consolation. "G'wani" growled the barber in dis gust, twas a frame-up" He was a hard loser this tonsorial artist. And no wonder, for about a ton of minis trations and advice had been wasted upon a fancy looking fighter in red trunks who allowed himself to be Ov- ercOme by a whirlwind in the person of Young Dallas.
 This newspaper man signs for this barber and sympathizes with him in the hour of defeat. No one takes the loss of a ball game by the home team or the defeat of a favorite battler as hard as the man in the barbershOp. The sting of his grief is sharper than his razors edge. It cuts like his own clippers.
 But cheer up. old top. There are other fighters yet to come. and fights yet unstaged, at which your craft and judgement may yet be vindicated. Stay with 'em, Alta boy, You may yet find a Jess Willard hiding in the mesquite. And then goodbye to the towels and soap and the honing of the blade upon the strop forever Broad way is the barber's dream, and more than one barber has walked the light cd way before now with a real cham piCn in tow.