Haircut

Ring Lardner

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 jampacked 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 that chair, why they'd get up when Jim come in and at" it to him.

ادامه مطلب

In that forgotten part of townWhere wasted hopes and dreams abound,A wrinkled man with life near end,In hopes to have at least one friend,Fashioned bits of wood and thingsAnd made a dummy run by strings.He sat alone for hours on end,Conversing with his only friendAnd found delight within the factThat he controlled it's every act.He told it how he never hadA chance, since all his luck was badAlthough he'd tried so to succeed -The dummy nodded and agreed.And how his journeys in romanceHad never given him a chance,And wasn't it a crying shameThat he was always held to blameWhen everyone knew, oh so well,That life is but a living Hell,Controlled by lust and power and greed?The dummy nodded and agreed.With patience that would rival saints,That dummy sat through all complaintsAnd, with each little expert tug,He'd droop his head or bow or shrugAnd give some comfort to the manWho held his lifelines in his handAnd helped to fill a lonely needWhen he just nodded and agreed.Senility increased with timeAs did the old man's pantomime,And feverish fingers pulled with gleeThe dummy's dance of misery.They never left each other's sideUntil the day both stopped and died.We found them lying, hand in hand,The dummy - and his wooden friend.

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A friend
     is a tissue when you can't stop crying

A friend
     is a shoulder when you feel like dying

A friend
     always listens when you have something to say

A friend
     is a week when you just need a day

A friend
     is a crutch when you have a broken heart

A friend
     is some glue when everything falls apart

A friend
     is a sun when the rain just won't stop

A friend
     is your mom when you run into a cop

A friend
     is a phone call when you can't leave your home

A friend
     is a hand when you feel all alone
 
A friend
     is a wing if you want to fly

A friend
     understands without knowing why

A friend
     is an ear for a secret to tell

A friend
     is an aspirin when your head hurts like hell

A friend
     is a love that can never let go
 
A friend
     is you, and I wanted you to know
 

So Love Your Friends and Don't Hurt Them

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