BARBER'S STOLEN WATCH.

Clutha Leader, Volume XLI, Issue 1, 10 July 1914, Page 6

BARBER'S STOLEN WATCH.

There is a barber in the h'airdressing j saloon of one of the great London railway stations who looks suspiciously at all customers who ask him for a par'tieu- ' Jarly close shave. Recently a man cf a sporting type came into the saloon, sat down in his chair and asked to be shared. The expert, scenting a good tip, handled his razor lightly and featly. But the sportsman put a ruminating hand under his chin, and "Not close enough," he said. Carefully the barber lathered again and shaved his best and nearest "Good," said the patient, "but not quite close enough yet. Just here . . . and here . . . there is a shadow of something left, and I must have it absolutely smooth for this evening." Then the barber bent orer the chair and took the head into chancery. He scraped, he rubbed, he touched, he flicked, he hovered, he almost breathed with his razor. He practically leant' upon his patient in the process, such pains did he take. At last he stepped aside; the sportsman now could hare no more been shaved further than an egg. "Quito right this time," said he as he rose from the chnir. He pressed p. sixpence into the. barber's hand and hurried out. Ten minutes later the barber missed j Iris watch and chain. ' I