A BAFFLED BARBER.

Globe, Volume II, Issue 146, 20 November 1874, Page 3

A BAFFLED BARBER.

A travelling friend of the Observer was at Rochester the other day, and he dropped into a barber-shop near the Osborn House to get shaved. After he had been deprived of the useless hairs upon his face, and a portion of his skin, by a garrulous and clumsy knight of the razor, the tousorial artist tossed the cuds of his hair lightly, and the following dialogue ensued : —“ Have a cut ?” Victim—“No, it was cut last week, and I’m in a hurry.” Artist (looking at the clock) —“Y r ou have plenty of time before the train goes East.” Victim —“ I’m not going East 1” Barber—“ Oh. then you am in no hurry Had your dinner Victim (rather gruffly) ••Yes!” Barber (still toying with our friend’s waving locks) —“ Which way arc you going ?” Victim —“ West, if I ever get out of t his shop !” Barber—“ How far ?’’ Victim—- “ Buffalo !” Barber—“ Oh oh ! Buffalo, eh ? You can’t get your hair cut decently in Buffalo. There is only one good barber there, and he’s drunk half the time. Shall I cut it ? The train don’t leave here for half an hour,” Victim (thoroughly enraged) •‘Look here, you wooden-headed numbskull, and listen. I don’t want my haircut! 1 don’t want a shampoo ! I don’t want tonic! I don’t want bay rum ! I don’t want any more of your tongue, information, or impudence ! Ido want you to finish this job, and if yon don’t close your infernal lather-box and let me out of this chair I’ll saw your thick head off with one of your dull, nut-meg-grating razors! Do you understand that ?” The astonished nuisance comprehended.