“Now,” said the barber as he poured about two ounces of bay rum down the Post Man’s shirt front, “that’s how I account for it. The bald-headed Plunket would come in my shop one time and the one with hair would come in another, and I never knew the difference.”
When the barber finished the Post Man saw the African with the whisk broom waiting for him near the front door, so he fled by the back entrance, climbed a brick wall and escaped by a side street.
(Houston Daily Post, Sunday morning, June 7, 1896.)
Part Two
Sketches
Did You See the Circus?
Some Twenty Thousand Other People Were There
WONDERS OF THE STREET PARADE