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Show A Barber Shop Incident. From the New York Globe. A Hudson-Fulton celebration visitor, plainly the worse for Jubilant wear and tear, made his way unsteadily down the subway stairs at Fulton street and approached ap-proached the ticket seller. "Say, I wanter hair cut an' shape," he remarked, closing one eye tightly. "And possibly a bath," suggested the kind-hearted subway man. "But you can't get hem here. This is no barber shop. Run along and play." Then things happened the visitor, taking the initiative, but coming to grief eventually. As he picked himself up on the street, to which he had been violently assised, he pointed a reproachful reproach-ful finger at the two poles a the subway sub-way entrance which support electric light globes. These were wound about with colored bunting one with the red, white and blue; the other with, the colors of Hudson's Hud-son's flag. "That feller mus' be a liar," was his comment as he passed on his way. |