The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1875-07-26
About Ice Cream.

yery softly, and when the girl asked him
what he wanted, he replied:
"Corn beef, fried potatoes, pickles ana
mince pie"
"This is not restaurant; this is an
ice cream parlor," she said.
"Then why did you ask me what : l
wanted forY Why didn't you bring ON
your ice cream~
Sne went after il, and as she returned
he continued:
"You see, my dear girl, you must infer
you must reason. IL isn't likely that l
would come into an ice cream parlor
to buy grindstone, is it2 You didn't
think L came in here to ask If you had
any baled hay, did youW
She looked at him in great surprise,
and he went on:
"If owned a hardware store, and you
came in, l would infer that you came
for something in my line. l wouldn't
step out and ask you If you wanted to
buy mule, would lT'
She went away highly indignant. An
old lady was deyouring dish OF cream at
the next table, and the stranger, after
watching her for moment, called out:
"My dear woman, have you found any
hair or buttons in your dish?
"Mercy, mol" she exclaimed, as she
weeled around and dropped her spoon.
"Well, am glad Of it," he continued.
"Ir you find any just let me KNOW"
She looked at him for half a minute,
picked up the spoon, laid it down again,
and then rose up and left the room. She
must have said something to the proprie-
tor, tor he came running in and ex-
claimed:
"Did you tell that woman that there
were hairs and buttons in my ice
cream?"
"No, sir"
"You didn't?"
"No, sir, did not; merely requested
her, in case she found any such mgredi-
ents, to inform meW
"Well, sir, that was mean trick"
"My dear, sir" said the stranger,
smiling softly, "did you expect me to
ask the woman il she had found a
crowbar or sledgehammer in her
| creaml 1t is impossible, sir, for such
articles to be hidden away in such
small dishesW
The proprietor went away growing,
and as the stranger quietly supped
| away at his cream two young ladies
came in, sat down near him and ordered
cream and cakes. He waited until they
mad eaten little, and then remarked:
sBeg pardon, ladies, but do you OBJ
serve anything peculiar in the taste OF
this cream"
They tasted, smacked their lips, and
| were not certain.
"Does it taste to you as if plug of TO-
| bacco had fallen into the freezerW he
asked.
"Ah! Kahp' they exclaimed, dropping
their spoons ana trying to spit out what
| wasn't long before the proprietor rushed
| in.
"See here, what in blazes are you
| talking about ?' he demanded. "What
do you mean about plug tobacco in the
freezer?"
"My KIND friend, asked the ladies if
this cream tasted OF plug tobacco. l
don't taste any such taste, and l don't
believe you used a bit of tobacco in it,"
"Well, you don't want to talk that
way around here!' continued the pro.
prietor. sMy ice cream is pure, aud the
man who says it isn't tells bold lie."
He went away again, and woman
with q long neck and a sad face sat
down and said to the girl that she would
| take u small dish of lemon ice.
1t was brought, and she had taken
about two mouLhfuls when the stranger
inquired:
know how this cream was made-have
you any idea that they grated turnip and
chalk with the creamr
She didn't reply. oR slowly rose up,
wheeled around, and3eAde for the door.
The stranger followed after, and by
great good luck his coat-tails cleared the
door an instant too soon to be struck
by five-pound box OF figs hurled with
great force by the indignant proprietor.
As he reached the curbstone he halted,
looked at the door OF the parior, and
soliloquized:
"There are times when people should
inter. ana there are times when they
| shouldn't. Isuppose il had asked that
| woman If she thought they hashed up 9
saw mil in the cream she'd have felt Q
circular-saw going down her throat"