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Show Jeffries Called a HasBeen by a Barber I him he'll make him feel like a man with a straw hat near the Times bulld-l bulld-l ing in March. It's surely coming to him if he mixes with that coon. Little bay rum, 6ir?" "No!" (real short like). "Little water on jour hair? Better try some of our dandruff cure, sir." "Nuh." "Your skin's a little tender. Hard to shave a man with a tender skin like yours without cutting him, sir. Brush boy." The brush boy came and was busy renovating Mr. Jeffries' apparel. "Looie" was shaking out his cloth and getting ready for another victim. The door opened" and in came Jack Welsh and Henry J. Goldsmith. They both saw the big fellow at once, and made a rush for him. "Jeff!" shouted Welsh, clasping hit? big paw with both hands, "I'm delighted." de-lighted." "Jim," said "Our Attorney," "I just ran up from Atlantic to shake your mitt." "Looie" took another good, long look at his late customer. Then he fell in a fit- Jeff smiled, shook hands with his friends and walked out into the .bracing air of Broadway. "I'll believe anything the funny papers pa-pers print about a barber now," he said. New York, March 16. To see ourselves our-selves as others see us Is only given to a few. James J. Jeffries was one of thoso few. As a rule, whon one gets Buch a view of himself it Is only by accident, and the exhibitor is always more or less perplexed as to how to smooth things over. Funny thing about it Is; that tho sight of one possessed -by . others is never especially complimentary. And "Big Jim" was overwhelmed when ho got a disinterested view of himself. Jeff got up In the morning feeling good, tramped from the Hotel Albany up Broadway to Forty-sixth street and turned Into the barber shop presided over by that well-known tousoiial artist, art-ist, "John the Barber," who, since he retired from tho business of being angel an-gel for a musical comedy, has gone back to giving close shaves in the rear of the Gaiety theater. Jeff entered the shop unannounced and no person recognized the' big fellow. fel-low. "Looie" was the artist whose finger wig-wag caught the fighter's attention, at-tention, and he dropped into his chair. "Looie" is full of everything that goes to make up the news of the day and Is not noted for his taciturnity. He has disturbed more naps in a barber chair than any other barber In Now York. He holds the Marathon barber talk record. "Loole's" deft fingers fitted the towel under Jeff's neck. He passed his hand once or twice over the jaw that has felt the caresses of some of the world's greatest gladiators; he ran his fingers through the champion's flowing locks and suggested a little tonic for the cure of dandruff. The big fellow grunted and "Looie" got busy. He rattled the brush around in the cup, smeared the lather over the massive phiz of tho Golden State pride, washed It off with a sponge dipped in hot water, after he had carefully rubbed it in; lathered it up ap:ain and commenced. "Weather seems to have settled after the big storm." "Umph-umph " "Must havo had a tough time of It down in Washington." "Umph." "Now York suits me all right inauguration inau-guration time." No reply to this. "Looie" realized he had struck the wrong lead. "Think business will improve, now Taffs in?" "Dunno." Another wrong lead. "Pretty hot play, that 'Girl From Rector's'." No reply. In bad again. "Looie" took another tack. "Vaudellle's going to be the great drawer next week." "Yes?" j "Yes. Every house got a big attraction. attrac-tion. Jeffries" Is the best." "Think so?" "Sure. He'll draw like uiolasses rtoe3 filos. Do you think he's poln' to fight Johnson?" "Well, he seems to be In doubt.' "No wonder. 1 think he's a hasbeen, mjself. Fact Is I never did see him tho wav other people did. He was all right for a little while, but he soon plaved out. At that I always thought his" fights with the big ones were fixed." I "What made you think that?" ! By this time "Looie" saw he had , his victim's interest and he waded j right In. i "Oh, nothing hardly that you could Just name. It was just a sort of feel- Ing of mine. I knew Jeff well when I . was in San Francisco. I've always been a pretty god picker when it ; came to placing money on a fight and I wouldn't bet the price of a hair cut on Jeff if he goes against the nigger. Is the razor hard. 6lr?" "No. It's all right." "Ever see Jeffries fight?" "No." "Well, if you'd seen as much of him as I have, you'd say the same a I do. j He may have been "there once, but hcjs all gone now. His wind is badhe'r , too fat: he never can come back." "He doesn't teem to think so .him- I self." I "That's his bluff. He was always a 1 good bluffer Made a couple of lucky punches, knocked out a big fellow or two, and his size helped out. The rest of tho world got afraid of him. My opinion Is that If Johnson ever goes at |