Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1891-10-15
which can the world defy.


eaIs salary's ten thousand dolls: year,
"Of what, and why did he the thing Greater
It's only sugar, but it proves how great
ana glorious are our mighty people, who
Can whip the world in everything we do!
Dye see this pheasant pie: A work of art.
It stands on wax plateau. with rampant
| VI real antler-horrS" impaling quails:
The pies bridge, beneath it golden whales
swim in champagne stream; DER these, as
| guards
pair of real rabbits playing cardsl"
| 50 here. this is q real Chicago ham"
| disguised in pure gold leaf from Amsterdam
| Sprinkled with opals, DER which silver Cupids
| Hover with hungry eyes. like helpless stupids,
The thick ends borne by ivory Hercules.
Draped, for this once, in old lace to his knees
And here's a salmon, though you'd scSfcely
know it,
Toga'd in purple like an ancient poet;
| silver garland grds his phosphory had
AS Neptune hooks him with pefri-strung
Thank God. we live in truly blessed fines, !
| when genius gets golden stan, 10y! how II
climbs. y.
Whether the appearance of these lines ID
| that particular number of the Patriot was
| accidental or by design remains to besSeen.
| Certain it was that certain persons of high
| Importance felt vastly annoyed, and did not
| hesitate to say so In society One eStimable
| gentleman was heard to say sit was hog
| gish trick, and would be remembered at
the right time" The dinner was a splen-
| did success. That is to say, it read well in
the morning papers. The fine art of giving
a dinner is one thing and that of dining is
quite another. You may go TO dine, Or you
go to a dinner. The two functions must
not lightly be COMPOUNDED. If one or two of
the downtown contingent whispered to
each other that they had had many a better
good time" in the snug corner room of a
certain old-fashioned hosiery, it only indi-
Gated their acquaintance with what consti
tuteS the dining-rOom bliss of your heaven
born redeemers of society from the destest-
able simplicity of our grandfathers. True,
a little coterie of bon vivants drifted to-
gether in the alcove behind the life-size
'gilded Venus long enough 70 pass a unani-
nous resolution that, expensive as We're the
wine-brands, and rare the dainties furn-
iShed, the dinner fell short of the glorfes of
many a red-letter feast they had enjoyed
together under the mahogany of Uncle Sam
Ward, of blessed memory. BIT what of
thata At the board of that genial table
cloth artistic and unsupported poet on paper
they had only reveled in a feast of reason
and flow of soul and bowl.
whereas here they had been waited
into the upper regions where they
could rub shoulders with the higher pow
ers and breathe the atmosphere of gentility
in eXcelSiS. The true criterion is not what
one eats and enjoys, but what one sees and
enyies. Shall We ever return, repentant,
TO the old ways, the good old ways, of our
wiser forefathers? The days of sturdy
men, buXom danes, and bonny rudy
checked lassieS. Days when hunger was
the fashionable sauce, exercise the health
ful appetizer. plain fare the sufficient BAN
quet of the sensible, and good diges-
tipn kept the doctor AT long arms
length. Days when plain-going folk gloried
in honest simplicity and scorned to ape the
Frenchitied fripperies of foreigners. Days
when strong heads reigned over strong
bodies, so that if there was over-ndulgence
N IA he of
men, and not, as now, of milksops and
tinicky fancy nibblers. The age of chiv-
airy has gone taking with it the mighty
three bottle men of old, and the iovial
wielder of carving knife and. fork who
could tackle lordlv siroin and give good
account of suet dumpllngs galore. Our
fathers sang 20 the Roast Beef of Old Eng
land" and made the roof tree rattle with
their lusty chorus; and we. Slim-shanked, |
concave we, we pipe 4 feeble dirge to the |
glories of the days that were.
TO MY DINNER.
At last, my more than bosom friend
The time has come to tell thee plainly
Our ways must either mend or end, |
Unjust fOrSwear thee mot profanelyl;
My medlco. who tricks my ills,
PrescrlbeS Il course OF dieteticS,
Or elsa menu made OF pills
And choice emeticS.
Can forget the happy years
We have been been companions daily;
How oft the vintage Of my tears
ThouSt changed to wine of Joy so gaily,
And braced me up to spriPhtlinesS
When We been Qualmy. quaky, Quivery,
And kept me always hearty! Yes
But now I'm livery.
After sweet hours with these at Del's,
I've waited with fair Columbia 5 daughters;
Now must crawl with heavy swells,''
And WOO those nasty fore Il waters.
The wight who at Loves banquet sits
"a mai N rS int
My love for thee breeds heartburn dts
And govt Internal.
Thy solace kept my soul serene:
Fair temperance none could ere deny us;
But since thou tamper DIST with my spleen,
m just the opposite OF pie-ous.
Tempted by thee. l toyed with sweets,
And fooled with continental tickle,
Poured piccalilli my meats
Now I'm the picket
LIES roseate tint thou turn'st to blue
Thy lurements lead unto perdition;
Henceforth thy pleasures III eschew,
And chew the cud of late con triton.
The holy hermits did not faint.
They throve on water and a biscuit;
SUPPOSE their food makes me a saint
guess III risk il.
III cast before Dyspepsia's shrine
Ny pet unprot- table vices.
Farewell. dear daintieS dearer wine!
Farewell. We dire delusiye ices.
Old friend, cen now feel thy spell:
Though for expansive bliss thy debtor
II grleveS me less to say Farewell,
For l Il fare better.
*The details are borrowed from newspaper |
eport OF a Fifth avenue banquet
no BE Continued