Show AMERICANS CRY CRT OUT FOR BARBERS french tonsorial artists dont know how to clip hair or shave necks LONG LOCKS THE FASHION soldier boy tells of sad experience in paris smelled like a soap counter when french barber got through with him field headquarters american army la in france this Is a special appeal to barbers and it comes straight from the barracks and billets of the boys over here every hair of their heads cries out for the clippers and neck shave that they left back home and will not lie be comforted the american soldier simply cannot understand the french barber and it joernt look as if he ever would learn how when he gets his hair cut he wants wanto it cut short lie he wants his neck shaved he want little love locks left hanging over ills eyes and he want a lot 0 muck rubbed on add to that the difficulty of telling the frenchman all those things and the inherent helplessness of a man in a barbers chair and you have a truly tragic situation he looked like a teddy bear here IK the tale of a youngster in the quartermasters corps who drives one of ate he trucks ills shaggy head was wag mute evidence of his earnestness there aint a barber in our outfit he said so by the time I 1 got up to paris I 1 looked like a teddy bear first thing I 1 did was to ask one of them john arms cops where can I 1 get an american haircut he made out to tell me about a place on a boulevard nn an I 1 made him tell it to a coacher an the coacher drove me there the only way in paris make a john arms tell a coacher then you cant get lost well I 1 walked up three flights to reach that barber shop I 1 never seen no Ame american barber shop that on the first floor up came a big fat guy an shook hands an took my stetson an then took me into a big room are an it really was full up with american barber chairs I 1 begun to feel at home specially when I 1 stretched out in one of them chairs with my feet on the rest right away though a little frenchman comes up an ties a big apron around my neck tin an puts mj arms in it after that it no use that apron strangled me whenever I 1 tried to move or open my mouth well this guy says something so I 1 says haircut an he comes back Air coot ali ah couper les leg cheveux chevreux cheve ux I 1 knew enough to say wee wee an we started ile he have no clippers an he kept with a pair of nail scissors I 1 guess I 1 know the french for short and there po no real mirror there like there ought to be so I 1 sat tight an hoped for the best pretty soon he discovered that my hair was dry it if hed been darivin a truck for two weeks sod his been dry on an after some talk that I 1 get course I 1 said wee to be polite all of a sudden he be dumps a whole pint aj of gyme kind of eau do cologne onto my head smelled like a soap counter it smelled like the soap counter at a drug store when I 1 revived hed rubbed it all in an say I 1 went around with with thai that smell for days get it out the bu auh held their noses when ches r them they seen een me kne this barber went right on jabbering tin an me saying wee wee even after that dirty trick he done me when all of a sudden he hands me a bottle full of that cologne an says dees fronk I 1 figured out that meant the bottle cost JR an haq been sellin me one in brench french an 1 I 1 nol 1161 known known IL it course I 1 want none 0 that sweet spirits W 0 eilets vl vi lets so eo I 1 says non non ne ile forgot the snored sacred memory W 0 lafayette an the spirits ot of 70 76 right there nn an gave me a cussin in french I 1 know what it was but it sounded like hot stuff 1 I remembered one word I 1 though td gt get that place an sa says comby en benl enl that started another riot but finally the fat guy allowed it was cat fronk about eighty cents real money but I 1 paid it an got out after a struggle with that nightshirt they put onto me first look I 1 had at that haircut was in a store window say that guyd sort 0 chopped away the fringes round my ears an the back 0 my neck beek but hed left about halt half the hair there lookin sort 0 grayish an then lie he touched tou clied it none till he got up top so there was a gray ring tin an then a black ring the gray ring looked like a mangy cayuse when I 1 took my stetson off I 1 found hed trimmed the front off an pasted it down with that stuff till I 1 looked like the picture 0 some boy violinist that was a swell layout when I 1 got back to my outfit the gang asked me was I 1 the feller that sings love songs at that folly bergala vaudeville place in paris an the sergeant tells me not to let none of them rough soldiers insult me but to stick em cm with my hatpin then they offered to pay mo me five cents apiece to let em ein dip the corners of their handkerchiefs in my hair when they was coln out to see their girls it was all like that I 1 aint had no french haircuts since say dont you think you could get some barbers over here that know enough to shave a fellers rl neck ck |