that chair, why they'd get up when Jim come in and
give it to him.
You'd of thought it was a reserved seat like they have
sometimes in a theayter. Hod would generally always
stand or walk up and down, or some Saturdays, of
course, he'd be settin' in this chair part of the time,
gettin' a haircut.
Well, Jim would set there a w'ile without openin' his
mouth only to spit, and then finally he'd say to me,
"Whitey,"—my right name, that is, my right first name,
is Dick, but everybody round here calls me Whitey—
Jim would say, "Whitey, your nose looks like a rosebud
tonight. You must of been drinkin' some of your aw de
cologne."
So I'd say, "No, Jim, but you look like you'd been drinkin'
somethin' of that kind or somethin' worse."
Jim would have to laugh at that, but then he'd speak up
and say, "No, I ain't had nothin' to drink, but that ain't
sayin' I wouldn't like somethin'. I wouldn't even mind if
it was wood alcohol."
Then Hod Meyers would say, "Neither would your wife."
That would set everybody to laughin' because Jim and
his wife wasn't on very good terms. She'd of divorced
him only they wasn't no chance to get alimony and she
didn't have no way to take care of herself and the kids.
HYLAND
