SHIRKING FROM WORK.
They've got a new sensation at the Fifth Avenue
Hotel—the fashionable ladies have. It's a male hairdresser.
He's a handsome fellow, too, and is bound to
be quite a favorite. The fellows around the hotel are
all jealous of him, and try to quiz him on the back
steps after he has spent an hour or two putting up a
young lady's hair.
Yesterday he worked three hours on a sentimental
young lady's chignon, and she didn't have very much
hair either.
“O dear,” exclaimed my Uncle Consider, “when
work is to be done how some men will shirk!”