Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1891-10-11


II took the chef well-nigh three weeks TO rear
(iis salary's ten thousand dolls. year,
..of what, and why did he the thing creste?"s
rs Is only SUGAR, but it proves how great
Can whip the world in everything we do.
Dye see this pheasant pie: A work OF art!
IL u, stands .tsi On wax plateau With rampant
The pie s bridge, beneath 1t golden whales
swim IN . champagne stream; Ger these, as
guards,
A pair OF real rabbits playing cards"
So here, this is a real Chicago ham"
Disguised in pure gold leaf from Amsterdam.
Sprinked with opals, DER which silver Cupids
Aoverwith hungry eyes. like helpless stupids.
The thick end borne by ivory Hercules.
Draped. for this once, in old lace to his knees.
And here's salmon, though you'd scarcely
Togad in purple like al ancient poet;
A silver garland girds his phosphory head
AS Neptune hooks him with pearl-strung
Thank God. we live in truly blessed timesl
SWhen genius gets golden star, my how It
climbs!
Whether the appearance of these lines in
that particular number of the Patriot was
accidental or by design remains to be seen.
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 lit was hog
gishst iek, and would be remem bered at
the n ut time" The dinner was splen-
did success. That is to say, it read well in
the morning papers. The fine art of giving
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 viyants drifted to-
gether in the alcove behind the Gfe-size
gilded Venus long enough to pass unani-
nous resolution that, expensive as were the
wine-brands, and rare the daintieS furn-
ished, the dinner fell short of the glories of
many red-letter feast they had enjoyed
together under the mahogany of Uncle Sam
Ward, of blessed memory. BIT what of
that9 At the board of that genial table
cloth artistic and unsuspected poet on paper
and a 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
envies. 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 ruddy
checked laSsies. Days when hunger was
the fashionable sauce. exercise the health
full appetizer. plain fare the sufficient ban
quot of the sensible, and good diges-
ton kept the doctor at long arms
length. Days when plain-going folk gloried
in honest simplicity and scorned to ape the
F'renchified fripperies of foreigners. Days
when strong heads reigned over strong
bodies, SO that if there was over-lndulgence
in table vices, it was the SHINING of men as
men, and not, as now, Of mllksops 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 lordly sirloin and give a good
account of suet dumplIngs 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 i feeble dirge TO the
glories of the days that were.
TO NY DINNER.
At last my more than bosom friend.
The time has come 10 tell thee plainly
Our ways must either mend or end.
must forswear thee (not profanely);
My medico, who tracks my ills.
Prescribes a 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 vine of JOY SO gaily,
And braced me up TO sprightiiness
When I've been qUainy, quaky, quivery
And kept me always hearty Yes
But now l IN livery
After sweet hours with these at Dels.
I've waltzed with fair Columbias daughters;
Now I must crawl with heavy swells,"
nd d n ct
The wight who at Loves banquet sits
Reaps tingling cardiac pangs internal:
My love for thee breeds heartburn fits
AND govt Internal.
Thy solace kept my soul serene;
Fair temperance none could ere deny US;
But since thou tamper DIST with my spleen,
I'm just the opposite OF pie-Ous.
Tempted by thee, toyed with sweets.
Aud fooled with continental tickle,
Poured pccaiilli on my meats
Now I'm the pickle.
LIES roseate tint thou turn'st to blue,
Thy lurements lead unto perdition;
Henceforth thy pleasures Eli eschew,
And chew the cud of late contrition.
The holy herrnits did not faint.
They throve on water and d biscuit;
Suppose their food makes me saint!
guess I'll risk il.
I'll cast before Dyspepsia's shrine
My pet unprofi- table vices.
Farewell, dear dainties, dearer wine,
Farewell. ye dire delusiye ices.
Old friend. cen now feel thy spell;
Though for expansive bliss thy debtor
1t grieVeS me less to say Farewell
For I'll fare better.
fThe details are borrowed from newspaper
report Of q Fifth avenue banquet.
ITO BE coNTINuED.l