Sniffles, the barber, trembled and believed him.

   "Ugh!" said the Indian.

   "Ugh!" has the same meaning in Indian as the word "Oof!" has in English.

   "When I came in paleface said I was next," said Man-Afraid-Of-A-Shampoo. "Well, I am next to this business. You have bay rum and I have a thirst—let us get together!"

   "But the bay rum is used only on the outside of the head," said the barber.

   "I have original ideas about bay rum," said the Indian, "therefore I have decided to use it on the inside of my neck!"

   "But bay rum is five cents extra with a hair cut," whispered the barber.

   It was his last whisper in that shop.

   Shouting the battle cry of the Cherokees, the Indian, grabbed the bay rum bottle and poured it carefully over his thirst.

   This was followed by a bottle of hair tonic, which seemed to go to his head.

   Then the Indian swallowed a bottle of whisker dye and all seemed to grow black before him.

   The barber groaned in agony.

   It was thrilling.

   When last seen the Indian was drinking a bottle of dry shampoo and foaming at the mouth, while he blessed the White Father at Washington for inventing the barber shop.

   That afternoon Sniffles, the barber, and Mike, his under secretary, walked back to Washington and handed in their resignation to the Interior Department.

   Jolly not that you be not jollied.

   Justice is blind for the reason that some lawyers would give her a pain if she could see them.

   Journeys end in porter tippings.

   Just as you value yourself justly just that much are you valuable.

   The tenth letter of the alphabet, used almost exclusively to designate a Reub with rubber in the neck—whatever that may be.

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