“I want my hair cut, and no talk.”
“The——” began the man in the apron.
“No talk, I tell you!” shouted the heavy man. “Just a plain hair-cut. I’ve read all the papers and don’t want any news. Start away now.”
The man in the apron obeyed.
When he had finished, the man who knew everything rose from his chair and surveyed himself in the glass.
“Great Scott!” he exclaimed. “It’s really true, then? You barbers can’t do your work properly unless you talk.”
“I don’t know,” said the man in the apron, quietly. “You must ask the barber. He’ll be in presently. I’m the glazier from next door.”
Bits of Verse & Prose
By Edwards & Ronney