LONDON BARBERS.

Auckland Star, Volume LIX, Issue 213, 8 September 1928, Page 16 (Supplement)

LONDON BARBERS.

A PERSUASIVE MANNER. Ever had a haircut in London? You enter the establishment and are immediately escorted with great politeness to a chair. "Hair cut, miss?" "Yes, please," you reply. "And dont cut it too short behind the ears." "Oh, dear, no, miss," he replies, in a shocked tone of voice. Lulled into a false feeling of security, you close your eyes and think pleasantly of nothing. You are awakened by the crackle of paper and notice that the man has finished cutting your hair and is wrapping up a bottle of something. "What's that J" you inquire. "Just a bottle of hair tonic I am w rapping up for you, miss." "Oh," you say, blankly. "Is it a gift?" "Oh, my, no, miss," ho gasps. "Seven and six, miss." "Don't want it," you reply, and close your eyes again. The crackle of paper continues, eo you sit up once more. "I tell you I don't want any hair tonic," you repeat. "Your hair needs it, miss," is the firm reply. "Rub it in every morning and again at night. I might add a bottle of face lotion, you will find it useful." "No, no, no," you say, crossly. You notice with anxiety that your tormentor is taking absolutely 110 notice of your struggles. He proceeds to tie a string firmly around the parcel. "Where shall I send it to, miss!" "I tell you, I . . ." A crafty idea occurs to you. "Well, I would have taken it," you explain, "but I am just a visitor in the city, and I haven't any room to pack it." "Yes, miss," and he iiuperturably hands you the parcel. "I realised that, miss. Just fits inside a shoe, miss. Seven and six for the hair tonic and a bob for the lotion."