Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1926-01-24

less she led child to a chair. was
ever seen in the shop. The next day
no woman with short hair was ever
seen having her hair cared for any
where else. and those who had worked
themselves up to the point OF having
their hair bobbed knew it was bad
form 10 go anywhere but to the New
Trianon.
1t had been whispered In the right
place at the right time and by the
right person that the distinguished
looking barber at the sixth chair could
give a better shingle than one could
get in Chicago. And No. was no
other than II. George Chadwick. >.
If you had entered the shop any day
last year you would not have noticed
him. He would have stood at attention
In his crisp duck suit. exactly like
the nine other BARRIERS. II you had
chosen his chair. he would have
shaved you or trimmed YOU: hair or
massaged your face quickly and salts
factorily, giving YOU the standard,
near.metropolitan service in so many
motions. He had the air of detach
ment that had become the rule since
the hotel quit calling itself the Smith
House and became the New Trianon.
He was the counterpart of a thousand
BARRIERS in a hundred shops of the
smart hotels of hundred Jonesvilles.
II, however. you had appeared In
the shop any day this year. you would
have noticed the sixth chair at once.
No. had becomes a parsonage. He
was no longer mere barber, spring
ing up at the tap OF a hell when a Gus
toner appeared. He was an artist,
the master of the shingle bob, a per-
son of consequence.
II. George was the fashion: and be-
cause he meant money flowing down
the marble steps and into the antiSep-
tic, sanitary, tile-and-brass basement
Of the New TrIanon. rules and customs
of the barberiug profession We're swept
aside for him. He was permitted to
step out OF line and greet his clients
appraising with his brown artist eye
the need Of each for his sedulous
shearing. He spoke to the women
and girls quietly and contidentially
telling them he would soon be
through, asking them 10 be so kind as
10 wait. He would say he would be
only half second: II. George never
made anybody wait any longer than
that. And II the half second became
A half hour or an hour and a half, the
girls and matrons waiting to be shin
gled never seemed to mind. To be
shingled by any one but II. George
Chadwick was unthinkabIe.
The smart women of the Younger
set of JonesVille. Ind. lunched at the
tearoom of the New Bon Marche. went
TO the frst-run films a the New Para
disc Theater. which stood on the side
OF the Jonesville Opera House: putted
at the JoneSyille Country Club and
were shingled IN the Hotel New Tria.
non. II. George Chadwick was as es-
sential to the social fabric of the city
as Thousand Island dressing TO the
weekly luncheon of the Jonesville Ro.
tary Club. Life without H. George
was not to be contemplated One
might we'll think of trying to con-
tinue Jonesville without the Chamber
of Commerce.
IT GEORGE CHADWICK was not
an ordinary barber He had a
mind. Mrs. Ellington p. Oracle dis
covered it, and 1t was she who was
the right person to whisper H.
Georges name in the right place and
at the right time. She did more than
whisper. She assumed that thought.
full, half-worried look which made the
women of the Jonesville Country Club
certain she had life slightly beyond
their determined probings. and as she
assumed it. she rubbed her ginger ale
glass on the table-she was sitting on
the porch of the Country Club-and
remarked:
Il don't know what you think girls;
but II seems to me that something
ought to be done about a young man
capable of approaching the arts but
who is tied to a barber chair. He
doesn't say much, but I can tell he
Is unhappy"
Eide Naylor leaned forward, the
side muscles in her thin neck strain
ing.
Betty, you have the faculty of dis
covering the most interesting phases
OF life. I've said to Fanny here q
thousand timeS-haYen't / Fanny
that Betty Oracle ought to be a writer
with her gift for analyzing people"
She settled back in her chair salts
fed, her beaming eyes fixed, on her
hostess. Mrs. Oracle waved the COM
pliment away. 1T isn't that" she
said, her own eyes fixed on the dis
tant fairways Il may have a lit
tie more of the gift Of observation
than the ordinary woman, "-Edie and
Fanny nodded vigorously and looked
at each other-''but 1t really is moth
ing more than my sympathy for PEG.
pie. "a capacity for understanding
them She paused: then, in a mo-
ment, she added dreamily:
MY hunger for life, / find some
thing here and there that appeases it
temporarily"
She tapped a cigarette refectively
on the table, then went on in a lighter
tone:
But 1 am practical Girls, I want
YOU both to go to New Trianon and
have your hair shingled. Ask for Mr..
.Chadwick-H. George Chadwick, and
If he Is busy, wait for him. 1t isn't
exactly for him. but for something
that we all have in common. The fact
that 10 fS ha rhar no him
from the contacts with people who
think as he does. He gives a perfect
shingle''-she laid aside her close
fitting hat. revealing a pineapple ef-
feet along the back Of her head-"and
in week you girls can make him
the mode for JonesviIIe. 1t Is your
duty. our duty. It isn't often one
finds a barber to whom base ball
scores and boxing results are nothing.
What do you suppose he has, locked
up in his drawer"
You discover the most surprising
things. Betty. How are people like
Edie and myself to tell what he has?"
Fanny-Mrs. John p. Lurcher-was
as much a variant from the lissome
on the plus side as Edie Naylor was
on the minus. Mrs. Oracle was au-
chemically beautiful in the eyes of all
Jonesville, and she saw no reason for
avoiding contrasts Tor companions.
We'll. you probably won't believe
me-" said Mrs. Oracle. Il don't think
I had better tell you. You and Edie
go and have your hair cut by him and
mention him to everybody-that is,
everybody who is anybody; you know
what mean--and talk to him: let him
know that your minds are not wholly
destroyed by the life we are compelled
to lead here in Jonesyille. Then you