The barber, an Italian, spoke six languages; I should think he felt Madras deadly dull.
"From Edinburgh to India & Burmah"
William G. Burn Murdoch
They stopped to listen while he sang as follows: A goat to a barber went one day; "Just trim my beard," the goat did say, "And cut my hair in a stylish way"- Sing shivvy, shovvy, shavey!
"Dot and Tot of Merryland"
L. Frank Baum
barber to A.M. Gazette.
"On Snake-Poison: its Action and its Antidote"
A. Mueller