I
got another barber that comes over from
Carterville and helps me out Saturdays, but the
rest of the time I can get along all right alone.
You can see for yourself that this ain't no New
York City and besides that, the most of the boys
works all day and don't have no leisure to drop in
here and get themselves prettied up.
You're a newcomer, ain't you? I thought I hadn't seen
you round before. I hope you like it good enough to
stay. As I say, we ain't no New York City or Chicago,
but we have pretty good times. Not as good, though,
since Jim Kendall got killed. When he was alive, him
and Hod Meyers used to keep this town in an uproar.
I bet they was more laughin' done here than any town
its size in America.
Jim was comical, and Hod was pretty near a match for
him. Since Jim's gone, Hod tries to hold his end up just
the same as ever, but it's tough goin' when you ain't
got nobody to kind of work with.
They used to be plenty fun in here Saturdays. This place
is jam-packed Saturdays, from four o'clock on. Jim and
Hod would show up right after their supper, round six
o'clock. Jim would set himself down in that big chair,
nearest the blue spittoon. Whoever had been settin' in
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