At present there are no two society people in town more sought after and admired than George St. Bibbs and his accomplished wife.
(Houston Daily Post, Monday morning, May 18, 1896.)
The Barber Talks
The Post Man slid into the chair with an apologetic manner, for the barber’s gaze was superior and scornful. He was so devilish, cool and selfpossessed, and held the public in such infinite contempt.
The Post Man’s hair had been cut close with the clippers on the day before.
“Haircut?” asked the barber in a quiet but thoroughly dangerous tone.
“Shave,” said the Post Man.
The barber raised his eyebrows, gave his victim a look of deep disdain, and hurled the chair with a loud rattle and crash back to a reclining position.
Then he seized a mug and brush and, after bestowing upon the Post Man a look of undying contumely, turned with a sneer to the water faucet. Thence he returned, enveloped the passive victim in a voluminous cloth, and with a pitiless hand daubed a great brushful of sweetish tasting lather across his mouth.
Then he began to talk.