The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1892-09-21
BEATING THE RESTAURANTS

/ An Ingenious Scheme Evolved From tia
Brain of a Hungry Man.
The other day reporter for the Trib
une entered downtown restauran
and ordered 2 meal He had hardl,
| seated himself when somewhat fastidi
ously dressed young man walked dow1
between the rows of IA bleS and dropped
languidly into a chair by his side. Wher
| the waiter appeared the newcomer
glanced quickly over the bill Of fars
and selected therefrom a bounteou:
supply of the most costly viands the
| house afforded His appetite was goot
and the victuals appeared only to disap
pear. Suddenly he sat down his cur
| and spat out something upon his plate.
One glance and ne leaped to his fee,
with a look of horror on his face and
shouted for the waiter
1t was near the noon hour and the
restaurant was crowded In a moment
all eyes were focused upon the man
who stood with one long white finger
pointing at the thing he spat out, the
picture of personified horror and indig-
nation, loudly calling for the one who
had brought him his dinner.
The white-aproned waiter hurried
forward with a scared look upon his
countenance; the proprietor forgot his
dignity and rushed from behind the
counter, his face picture for kodak;
and the occupants of the other tables
crowded about, unmindful of their own
dinners
You rascal! You scoundrel!"
shouted the young man the moment
the trembling waiter approached
What does this mean? Look at thati
1t came out of my cup of coffee!' and
the thin, long finger began to vibrate
threateningly, as it slowly travelled
toward the plate until it rested for a
moment upon particularly large and
foul-looking human tooth. All eyes
followed the finger and an involuntary
ugh came from the crowd about at
the sight of the hideous molar.
AT this moment the proprietor rushed
up and, catching the young man by the
arm, whispered excitedly: Hush.
hush! You'll ruin me! You'll drive all
my custom away! The waiter shall be
discharged. 1t was pure accident,
am certain; nevertheless. the waiter
shall be discharged. Come! come. I'll
make it all right with you You need
not pay cent for your dinner. Only
hush up Come" and he began to haul
him toward the door.
The young man, still loudly protest
ing that it was not an accident, that it
was intended as an insult, and that he
should never eat another meal in that
restaurant, suffered the restaura teur to
lead him to the door, whence he quickly
vanished down the street
The next day the reporter chanced to
enter an uptown swell restaurant at
the dinner hour and to his surprise saw
the same young man seated at one of
the tables. He had evidently ordered
costly meal and had enjoyed it TO his
capacity. He was draining his last cup
of coffee. Suddenly he sat the cup
down, spat something out upon his
plate, and again went through the
same programme he had on the pre-
vious day, with much the same result
This looked suspicious, and when he
left the room escorted as before by the
profusely apologizing proprietor, the
followed him, allowed him to
put Il couple of blocks between him and
the restaurant, and then tapped him on
the shoulder.
"My friend" said the reporter II
was in the restaurant yesterday when
you fished out of your cup of coffee an
ugly-looling molar and witnessed the
excitement the advent of the tooth
caused. To-day saw You go through
exactly the same programme and | am
curious TO know what it all means
Say, what is your Qame?'
We'll, he replied, after eyeing his
shadow suspiciously for a moment Its
a great scheme, stranger, but | don't
mind telling you, as you look a. IL you
give a fellow away. You see
buy my teeth at twelve cents a dozen
Of dentist who has bushels of them;
drop one into a cup of coffee or tea, or
slip it under the crust of a piece Of
nince pie; and then when have eaten
my iii / find it and kick up such rum
1us that the proprietor is only too glad
% give me the meal 70 get rid Of me
30 get frst-class meal for one cent
See? It's d great scheme Don't you
yive il away and the smart young
nan. with a wicked grin on his face.
vhiried about and, darti8g forward, I
wung himself on TO the rear platform
II passing ear.--Chicsgo Tribune
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