BAILEY'S BARBERSHOP
                   by Eugene Hutchinson Mallory 2


     When I first knew the place, Frank Bailey had been in the
trade for forty odd years. He had, by that time, built it up to
the only really complete shop in town.

     There were three full sized chairs and a child's chair, the
only one I remember seeing anywhere. It had the usual hydraulic
lift similar to the adult chairs. Many of the town boys,
including my self, had been initiated into the haircut routine
in that chair.

     Shaves were a big business as the rows of mugs testified.
Most of the regulars had their own mugs, many custom made with
the owner's name fired into the china.

     There was a shoeshine stand with two elevated seats and a
black man to shine your shoes either in the high seats or while
you were shaved.

     In the rear was a public bath, where for 50 cents you could
take a hot bath. This was used too, especially in the winter as
hot water and a warm room were hard to come by. Some of the old
houses were hard to heat when the thermometer was below zero.

     No manicure lady though.