Mr. Shasteen. No.
Mr. Jenner. Is that true of your helpers?
Mr. Shasteen. The front chair barber—he is the type barber that doesn't talk a lot anyway and he would talk about fishing or wrestling a little bit, but I don't think he ever said half a dozen words to him altogether. He told him how he wanted his hair cut.
You might attempt to ask me what kind of haircut he wore.
Mr. Jenner. All right, go ahead.
Mr. Shasteen. You could just name it, because he didn't wear it long and he didn't wear it short. It was almost short enough to stand up but it was too long to stand up. He just wore a rough shod haircut because many times I thought, "Boy, you sure ought to let this grow out up here where it will lay down and comb nice or either cut it off where it would stand up." But like I say, he wanted that little bit taken off. I tell you what he did do—He did try to make the barber work all he could. He seemed like he wanted you to do all the work and naturally, that's another thing, I have a bad attitude towards some people. If a guy doesn't ask me to do much, I'll do a right smart, but if he thinks I owe him something, he won't get any extras.
Mr. Jenner. What color hair did this man have?
Mr. Shasteen. Oh, he was dark headed—I wouldn't say he was real black, you know, what I mean, he wasn't jet black, but most people would call him black-headed.
Mr. Jenner. What color would you say your hair was?
Mr. Shasteen. Mine is dark brown, and what is not grey up it's covered up with oil.