The Logan County banner. [volume] (Logan, W. Va.) 1889-1903, 1891-11-19

III season. / have had nothing else but
woodcock. WOO icocT, woodcock for
two weeks. am not asking for infor-
nation hut for somefh hing to .sati Is-it
possible I've got TO fall back on bear
meat? II looks that wav But DOM
fetch me piccco one bit bigger than my
hand Fetch me just one little piece Of
bear steak. waiter. and have II well
done. Rare bear Is worse than raw
liver. A piece no bigger than my hand,
waiter with brown gravy"
The waiter looked about him YEARLY.
The perspiration trickled down his face.
He attempted a smile as he turned to-
his customer again, but it was wan
and sickly one.
Il am afraid, sir, = said he, shat it Il
hardly cold enough ret for bear.
Hardly cold enoughr' exclaimed the
persistent customer. lyon n'tsuppose
I want cold bear do you? You're afraid
it's not cold enough fof bear, Ell? Well,
what do sIHcareEwh that your feare are2
They re nothing to mel Get mo some
thing to eat! That's all ask Of you'll
Do you mean to say that this estab-
lishment can't serve me any bear meat?"
The waiter, now in state of almost
utter collapse, mopped his face and
stammered:
I'm afraid-that is--I'm obliged to
say, sir, that bear is not yet on our
menu :"
The customer bit his lip as If to sup
press his indignation, and tapped the
table still more nervously with his
knife. The waiter seemed to be on the
point Of calling for help. when the Gus
toner said:
You've got bluefsh, of course9"
10 yes, sirr ,-replied the waiter,
Frightening up and gaining strength.
Certainly you haver' exclaimed the
customer. "And bluefsh are not. fit to
eat before Octoberl Positively are not
fit to eat before 0ctober!"
The waiter grew weak in the knees
again and shed more perspiration.
And + II bet dollar you can fetch
me sheepshead?" continued the Gus
toner.
= Finest in the market. sir!',. replied
the waiter, once more with hope.
ANY man who can eat sheepshead
after once seeing the countenance Of
one would eat his brother!" exclaimed
the customer in tone of disgust. "A
dish with a set of teeth like a dentists
sign was never made to be eaten by
man. Pah!"
Hope left the waiter again, and he re-
signed himself to his fate. He wiped
away the perspiration and waited for
the customers next assault The GUS
toner looked out of the window awhile,
and then said:
Have you any codfish?''
The waiter hesitated to acknowledge
that restaurant SO frst-class rs that
served such an ordinary, everyday fish
as cod, fearing its effect on the critical
customer, but he at last acknowledged
that Goldfish was to be had there: The
stranger was silent moment, and
said:
There Is no better fish swims than
the cod
This was so unexpected by the waiter
that IL came near knocking him of ais
feet But the big CLEAN of hope it re-
vealed sustained him
II am glad you have Goldfish" said
the customer. You may fetch me
some"
Certainly, sir. said the waiter, now
entirely himself and tickled to death.
How will you have it? Boiled with
oyster sauce-baked, a la maitre-"
"Well-ahem!-I think Tll-er-that
is-er-r-r-I want it in balls,r inter-
rupted the customer, and he seemed to
have difficulty in making up his mind.
Fish palls!" gasped the waiter,
aghast at the thought of fish balls in
that establishment.
That's what ! said," replied the
customer. Goldfish balls"
1--WE never serve fish balls here, sir"
exclaimed the waiter, and he marched
scornfully away. The customer tapped
the table moment with his knife and
then said:
II could overlook their not having
venison and trout and quail and bear,
but when they go broke on Goldfish
balls draw the line. This restaurant
may be way up in G, but If it don't
keep fish balls it can't catch any Of my
trader
And the customer walked out and
turned his steps confidently toward
restaurant sign on Sixth avenue. N
Y. Sun.