A LOUSY CUSS.

He Bunked With Anoka Men on the River and Got Badly Salted.

A healthy appearing individual of the male persuasion seated himself in one of the barber chairs in Green's shop the other day, and made known to the knight of the shears that he wanted his hair cut. Like that giddy creature of the song he wanted it "cut short," and directly a pair of clippers was plowing its way through his matted locks. Soon the barber who furnished the motive power turned pale, and gasping for breath pointed in speechless amazement to the fellow's head as he sat sleepily in the chair. Chasing playfully around on the exterior of his supposed seat of knowledge were inummerable bands of those little insects which now and then infest the tawny locks of some uncleanly individual, and as they scrambled to get out of the path of the clippers they furnished a sight never before equaled. The barber states for an actual fact that some of the "creepers" were at least a quarter of an inch long, and their antics produced such an effect on him that he was disposed to give up the job. However, he stuck to it, and charged the man a dollar for the hair cut. The funny part of the affair is that the man hailed from Princeton, and the Herald would suggest that it would be a good scheme for the Hon. R. C. Dunn to more closely inspect his constituents before allowing them to come down into civilization. It gives the town a bad name, Bob, and the Lord knows Princeton has enough to answer for without having any more saddled upon her. -- Anoka Herold.