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Hawke's Bay Times, Volume 5, Issue 281, 21 June 1865, Page 3

An Awkward Customer.—The following an) ecdote is amongst the early experiences of an American surgeon“ Having received my diploma from the Philadelphia Medical School, I started off, and in a few weeks had set up, in the northern part of Georgia, a shingle, whereby I tendered to the community my services as ‘ physician and surgeon. A few days after, as I was engaged in the preparation of divers medicines, the door of my office was opened, and a tall, brawny individual entered. Apparently quite at his ease, he pulled off his battered castor, and stepping to a small mirror, passed his hand over an enormous mass of fiery hair, and complacently remarked. ‘There’s a head of ha’r for you!—what do you think of thatV Having expressed my admiration thereof he removed his coat and ensconcing himself in my arm chair, said, “Well stranger, you can jist geto work and mow off a couple o’ pounds! It’s a’ cornin’ on hot now, and the swamps is a mighty pesky place for breeding the crittars!’ I blandly replid that I was exceedingly sorry, but that really I could hardly enumerate hair cutting among my accomplishments. ‘What!’ said he, regarding me with a look of huge contempt, ‘what! let on to be a surging, and ea’tcut ha’r!’—And so, resuming, his coat and hat, he strode disdainfully away. Not long after, just as I was congratulating myself on being so well rid of him, the door opened again and my customer re-appeared, with a visage highlv inllamed with alcoholic beverages. ‘Look here, stranger !’ said be fiercely ; ‘may be you bold yourself too good to cut my ha’r!’ I immediately and eagerly disclaimed any such feeling, and he soon departed, after having remarked, while gnetly tapping the horn-handle of his bowie-knife, ‘l’m cussed if it ain’t well you don’t or pre-haps I might have done a little cuttin’ myself!’ If he had come again, I should have cut his hair gratis!”— Knickerbocker. A gentleman, with the same Christian and surname took lodgings in the same house with James Smith. I’he consequence was, eternal confusion of calls and letters. Indeed, the postman had no alternative but to share the letters equally between the two. “ This is intolerable, sir,” said our friend, “ and you must quit,” “ Why am I to quit more than you ?” “ Because you are James the Second —and must abdicate.”