The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-12-08
DOMESTIC DAYS
Ry nov U. MCARpELL

Flows tricks, MT. Jarr? ain't seen you for a long time" said Fred, the sporting barber, as MT. Jarr eased himself into the operating chair.
 MT. Jarr groaned a little as he raised his aching limbs up to seek the support of the foot rest and Fred gave him a sympathetic look.
 q know" he said, 'yuh got char ley horse. My wifes making me fox trot too. I leave it to you" con- tinued Fred, with grieved accents. T leave it to you. if a guy has to be on his heels all day on tiled floor, that he aint keen for no dancing raz-ma- tag all night, is he?"
 No, Fred, I should think you'd be pretty tired when night came," said MT Jarr sympathetically.
 Sure, and then to get bawling out because I want to drop in Joe's drum at the corner for a couple of hours of Kelly pool with the bunch, should guy get a bawling out some pin fierce?"
 He should not" declared Mir. Jarr.
 Yea, bo" retorted the sporting barber dolefully. why have I got to be doin' them new jazz fandangos L herd with nohow? Why, say" and Fred's tone was disgust. itself, them ginks might as well have no eyes for all they ever lamp sporting page. And yet they read all the so- ciety dope as If 1t was somepin really of interest to human beings.
 I'm no fortune teller" he went on, "but I want to wise you that this jazz dance thing Is putting many a happy little home on the blink. Why, man ain't got no liberty any more
 I've been thinking" continued the sporting barber, that if had little cush to start a four-chair place could make bale of kale in no time massaging and hot toweling the feet of poor ginks that is all gimpy from this dance thing. Now, looky here, is your face tired and aching? No 1t amt. But. oh, your poor feetm
 Its good idea" said MT. Jarr, whose feet were aching from the pre- vious nights dancing. Couldn't 1t be done here?"
 Would I give an idear like that to the boss here?" asked Fred. Where would I come in? When I get joint of my own you bet I'll make a speciality of it. Instead of trying to job the simps to take hair tonic and shampoos and hair sihges and facial massage. and they are all wise to the bunk-why, I'll bet we ain't sold a bottle of our own hair restorer in week-instead of that let he have a little four chair place and give hot towel treatment for fox trot tired feet. I'll bet you I'd do a whale of a busness"
 What was the argument you were having with the man when I came in?" asked MT. Jarr.
 Say" said the barber, that one come in and says to me, Barber, I got delicate skin and I want a shave just once over, and wash my face before you put witch hazed on me-wash my face-and only use witch hazed and NO perfume, seer" Do you think I let any gink tell me MY business? Say, when the know it-alls go to a dentist do they tell him how he shall pull their teeth?"
 MT. Jarr said he supposed not
 It was now after p. m, and Mrs. Rangle, who had just dropped in for minute" early in the after noon, was Just getting ready to de- part, remarking for the hundredth time, T really must be goingi"
 She was still there when MT. Jarr came home. MT. Jarr was in great spirits and held in his hand a flat ] package of crisp greenbacks. Crisp is always the word. MT. Jarr was