Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-11-02
A Farmer Who Couldn't Get the
Hang of Restaurants Sugar-Bowl
Business.

Upon each Of the tables ranging along
the walls in Hunts dining-room there
sits sugar-bowl. It is placed upon the
end of the table remotest from the wall,
and when waiter takes an order
he shoves the bowl across the
table to the other end. This signifies
that customer occupying seat at that
particular table has given his order, and
by this simple plan the other walters are
Informed as to who is waited upon and
who is not. One day an honest farmer,
who was innocent of the tricks of the
city restaurants, entered the place, took
and, pulling, the sugar-bowl on his table
back toward the wall, proceeded to help
himself to a pinch. He was not noticed
by any of the busy walters who were
hurrying back and forth filling orders
and clearing away dishes. The old fell
utes, patiently expecting some one to
offer to take his order; but no one ap-
pearing to see him, he got mad at the ap-
parent neglect and tried to hail three or
four passing walters, who failed to grasp
the situation. After half dozen Sights,
as he thought, the honest farmer stretched
forth his mighty paw and gathered a
waiter by the nape of the neck. Square
ly imprlsoning the startled hash colec-
tor, the yoenan addressed him thus
"Seo hyar, young Teller, you needn't
think cos don't put on style and veal
store clothes when I come to town, that
I amt as able to pay for what chuck l
eat as any dressed-up galoot IN this
country. Why, I'll buy yer darned old
shop and burn it down. Now want yer
to fetch me q great big fourteen-corner-
ed meal-the best in the place, and lots
of it, dye hear me?''
The young man, as soon as he was re-
leased, started to fill the commission of
the muscular Granger, and the customer
took his seat ence more, but this time
further away from the wall. Reaching
back he pulled the sugar-bow1 to the out
er end of the table and dug out another
handful to stay his hunger until the big
meal should arrive. The sugar-bowl was
now on the end Of the table which signi-
fed that the old farmer was not waited
upon, and in an instant young fellow
stepped up to him and asked what he
would have.
II sent Teller after my grub" replied
the man from the country.
The waiter pushed the sugar-bowl to
the rear and walked off, The farmer
again pulled the bowl out and went on
exploring it. Another waiter, spying the
bowl on the outer end of the table, tack
led the rural rooster, who impatiently
answered that he had no use for
him. This waiter gently propelled the
sugar bowl to the wall, and bounced
away about his business. By this time
the countryman was thoroughly aroused.
Taking hold Of the offending bowl he
savagely drew it to the front, but had no
sooner done SO when he was approached
by a youth wearing an apron, who car
ried him a bill of fare, and stood waiting
tor instructions. S'Go to the devilr'
blurtered the farmer. YOU'RE almighty,
alfred willin' to get me something to
eat since you found out that I amt a
beggar. One Teller is enough to git what
I want, and he's gone for it."
The waiter took hold of the sugar bowl
to place 1t where it belonged once more,
but the farmer wouldn't have it.
Fetching the young man stroke
across the jaw, ha sang out:
"Let that ere thing alone, dog-gone
you! Yer fearful traid that I'll eat a
half cents worth Of yer blasted old sugar.
I'll pay for all the stuff swaller in this
shebang, and don't want nobody comm
around me showing dishes outen my reach.
Now you just clare out % hyar."
By this time the boys tumbled to the
old mans innocence, and allowed him to
mnnch his sugar in peace until his din
ner arrlved.-CSncjnnatti Enquirer.