The Dawson journal. (Dawson, Ga.) 1878-18??, 1884-08-21
HAM AND EGGS FOR TWO.
Gen' Logan and Mr.. Hendricks at
breakfast Embarrassing Situa-
ton OF Two Gentlemen from
the Wilds.
New York Morning Journal Arr o

OIL the f1fth Avenue Hotel yester-
day morning the unoccupied wait
efs made a rush for him. He
seemed startled for a moment and
his right hand wandered towards
his hip pocket, but he smiled
grlmly when the foremost waiter
bowed low and said blandly:
"Dis way, Gen. Logum. Take
dis seat"
The gentleman with the black
mustache was Gen. Logan. He
took a scat at a table adjoining the
one at which Journal reporter
sat land where he could command
a view of the entrance to the din
ing room. After showing one end
Of napkin between his neck and
shirt collar, the General turned to
the waiter at his side and said gruf-
fly:
Bring me the William of
fare ?"
Ode wot, sab ?" asked the obse-
quious but mystifed waiter.
"The Will-yum Of fare" said
the General fercely.
"Do yo' mean de bill, sah?" in
CURED the waiter meekly.
"Anything,' growled the Gener-
al, and as the waiter hurried over
to another table he muttered, Il
thought these here people East
was too polite to say Bill"
The bill of fare was handed to
him and he studied it long and
earnestly. He was evidently puz-
zled over the names of the French
dishes, and addressing no one in
particular he remarked:
81 wonder what there is on this
bill that's good for to eat?"
"Would you like'n ice omelette,
sah?" suggested the waiter.
The General struggled with the
bill of fare again a few moments,
and then answered:
81 don't want no omlettes. Bring
me q dish of eggletts, if
you've got any"
Anything else, sahy'
"Um. Well, you can bring me
bowl of coffee, and some boiled
potatoes with their jackets on"
said the general and he seemed re-
LEVIED when the waiter left.
The General was in he act of
driving his knife into a plate of
ham and eggs when gray-haired
gentleman, who looked like a Wis
iting farmer, entered the drawing
room. The walters bowed to him
respectfully, and half a dozen or
more of them ushered him to ia
BILE near where Logan sat.
"What will yo' hab, Massa Hen
dricks?" said waiter.
The gentleman addressed was
Thomas A. Hendricks, the Demo-
cratic nominee for Vice President.
He, too, seemed puzzled by the
bill of fare, and as he turned it up
side and sideways Logan smiled.
MIR. Hendricks looked up in time
to catch the smile on Logan'sswar-
thy face, and for moment was pal
pably disconnected. Then turning
to his bill of fare again and trying
to look as if he was thoroughly
familiar with its contents, he
said:
"Let me see what you have here.
All! You can bring me some corn
bread, fried pork, baked beans,
some beat stew, and an apple
dumping to top off with"
1--WE amt got muffin OBJ dat kind,
sah," said the darby, endeayoring
to suppress a grin
81 understood that this was a
frst-class hotel" said Mr.. Hen
bricks sharply, his color rising, as
he glanced furtively at Gen. Lo-
gan. Then with great dignity he
added:
"You can bring me some ham
and eggs and bowl of coffee. L
suppose that's the best you can do
here"
Mr.. Hendricks was served and
immediately began to use his knife
and fork, more particularly his
kife, with great vigor By this
time Gen. Logan had finished his
ham and eggs he turned to the Dill
of fare again.
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