St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1900-10-27
TIE AMATEUR REFoRMER.
Has Occasion to Express Himseli
Very Warmly On . Certain
vexed Questi0n.

mo. sub. Can't wait on you. suh."
This remark was addressed by the
waiter at the downtown lunch counter
to the tall, cadayerous person who had
dropped in for ham sandwich and
cup of coffee, says the Chicago Trib-
une.
why not??"
Its against awGahs. suh."
Turning around on the stool the tall
man beckoned to the leisurely individ-
ual with the swell front who seemed to
be doing dignified flcorwalker act.
"Are you the manager here?" he
asked
"Yes. sir"
what is the reason 1 can't get any
thing to eat?"
Because you haven't any coat on"
Ibid you notice whether or not
had a coat on when came in?"
mo, sir"
"That was the time to have stopped
me if you 6idn': want TO feed me.
had my coat off because this place is
as hot as furnace. Do any women
ever come here to eat?"
"No. but they could if they wanted
| to-"
"And they don't want to. No wom-
an wants TO perch herself on stool
and eat her luncheon at a counter.
This is exclusively a mans feeding
place. and. you know it. Would you
turn away respectable American citi-
zen of African descent il he had his
| coat on?"
"No. We're not to make any distinc-
tion on account of race. All the rule
| we've got is that a man has to be
dressed or he can't eat here"
"Would you call man dressed il he
wore shirt waist?' te
Not unless he had a coat on. We've
had instructions about that"
"A thought strikes me. You don't
consider this shirt waist, do you?"
mo. 1t seems to be shirt"
"Seems to be a clean shirt, doesn't
it?"
Eyes. guess So"
ayes. it seems to be a good deal
cleaner shirt than the one you are
wearing. You'd feed a Chinaman, /
suppose?"
'Never had. any instructions to the
contrary" ~
mo. You would feed him, all right.
The fact that he dresses himself and
then puts on his shirt would make no
difference. You wouldn't have any OBJ
jections. either. to setting out a lunch
con for Turk or Mormon, would
you?"
Probably not. sir. if he had coat
on"
sand cab driver. or prize fighter
with a sweater on, could button his coat
up under his chin and sit down on the
choicest stool in the house. Do you
know what / think of this establish
ment?"
"You don't have to eat here, you
know. There are plenty Of other
places"
Il don't want to eat here if the man
who owns it ever does. He's trying t91
do too big business in gentility on
too small a capital. The only reason
under the sun why ever come here at
all is that I am fond of one particular
KIND OF bread you serve. have put up
with your greasy walters, with all kinds
of company, and with temperature of
100 in the shade for the sake of that
bread, but if you don't consider that
I'm well enough dressed as l am this
moment to associate with Australian
Bushmen, American Indians, or ma
tires of Somaliland. in any kind of full
dress. I'll go without that kind of
bread a thousand years before I'll come
here for it again. Give my compliments
to your proprietor, whoever he is, and
tell him so, from me-"
Then the all. cadaverous man slowly
rose. put on light brown sack coat
that lay across his knee and walked
out; and that particular resort for
hungry men probably will know him no
more forever.