Morning journal and courier., 1883-01-16
Railway Eating Houses.
Where Hungry Travellers Struggle with
 Ten-Csnt Pies.

! Where Hungry Travellers Struggle with Ten-Cent Pies.
 From the Boston uerald.1
 The North may boast of it's wealth, says the New Orleans Times Democrat the West of it's enterprise, but the South is quite proud in the possession of the principal rail. way eating houses-a place that the hungry tourist visits but once, and then has finger ing remembrance of until he dies. The gay traveller from the northland often believes that he can tackle anything; but the moment ] he goes dallying with the eating houses on the southern railroads he feels his insignifi- canoe, and wishes to call out the militia. When train storms 8 station and the cry
 Fifteen minutes for supper" signalizeS the change, the hungry traveller places himself
 at the head of his comrades and storms the
 citadel of grub. He knows not what he is
 doing, poor, foolish mortal, and even while
 his eyes gleam with the true spirit of chival- ry, he is suddenly struck in the abdomen
 with deadly corned beef sandwich of last years growth. Brave man, he then realizes
 his fate, but amid the roar of the bottle, and
 while bombs of old cheese burst around him,
 he summons enough strength to hoarsely cry: Steady, men! Let us remember
 Bunker Hill and die with our knees under our chin" The principal feature about the common run of eating houses south of the Ohio river IS the plain, unassuming little ap pie pie which they set forth. You can buy the little pie for only ten cents but it is sell dom that passenger eats more than one in 8 lifetime After you have eaten it and drank one or two glasses of water the pie gets sociable, and gradually impresses upon your mind the fact that you will not be lone some as long as it travels with you. The strangest thing is you never do. About if teen minutes after you have made it's &C.,
 quaintance the waistband of your pants can not meet it's note, and demands an extension.
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 berth in the sleeping car and fall into troubled slumber, the pie, not being at all sleepy, concludes to have some fun. The first thing you see in your dreams is your own body gradually swelling into tns shape of balloon. The balloon gets larger and larger until it pushes the upper berth to the top of the car, and you hear the smothered cries for help of the man it contains. The swelling increases and you imagine that you float upward and bump against the roof of the car like toy balloon which has escaped from the grasp of child. This feeling lasts for some time, but suddenly you swell until you fill the interior of the car and suffocate the passengers, when you explode and the train is wrecked. Opening your eyes you find the porter trying to pry your knees from under your chin with a crowbar, while 8 number of passengers, aroused by your sepulchral groans, stand around in their night clothes and want to know if you feel sick. This tickles the little pie and 1t kicks up it's little heels with delight and makes you froth at the mouth and howl like 8 wolf The ten cent pie is proud of the fact that it has taken hold of @ strong man, who has been shot through and never murmursd about it, and doubled him up until his spine cracked, hurled him from one side of his berth to the other, and made him below for paregoric like 8 child. This is the style of pie prepared by eating houses in the South for the benefit of travellers. It weighs four ounces, contains three dozen full-grown cramps, and can always be purchased for the small sum of ten cents.