Samson & the Barber
. . . While waiting for a haircut in the Hotel Statler, Washington, I was reading a copy of TIME, June 21. Just as I finished Mr. B. W. Robert's letter headed "Samson and Lewis," the barber called me and put me in a chair next to the redoubtable Mr. Lewis himself.
For a moment I hoped, wildly, that this gentleman . . . was, indeed, about to be shorn of his locks. However, nothing so apropos happens in this life. I found to my disappointment that a tame and civilized barber, far from doubling for Delilah, was merely...