The daily morning journal and courier., 1903-06-25
STATE LEAGUE STANDING.
A STRIKE" DINNER.

But Lacked EXper1ence.
 Millionaire Methodists threw aside
 their religious and financial dignity last
 evening, and in the place of strikers
 waited on their brethen of the church
 at a banquet at Kinsley's restaurant.
 Side by side with the men of wealth
 were men of the cloth, swinging trays
 and dishes with the dexterity of old
 servitors. There were representatives
 of the Chicago and bar, and they vied
 with manufacturers in hustling good
 things to eat from the pantry to the
 hungry men who sat about big tables
 in the banquet room.
 It was, as one member put it,
 practical exempliflcation of the Meth
 odist motto. ''The Lord loveth a cheer
 full giver" and God helps them who help themselves.Ht
 The impromtu walters gave freely to
 their fellows of all they could find in
 the pantry, and their fellows freely
 helped themselves to all that was not
 given them.
 Rev. William F. Tilroe, presiding elder of the Southern Chicago district, described the situation perfectly, when he said to friend with whom he was talking over the telephone: Come
 down and join us. We are having a regular picnic"
 Not the least among the walters were John Farson, banker; Arthur Dixon, Judge Horton and Burke Rev. Tilroe and Rev. Frank Sheets, presiding elder of the Western District of Chicago. The Palmer House shuttle" is not a marker" to the clog of the millionaires and jurists in their patent leather shoes
 True they did spill little soup, and there are coffee-stained coats, but it all goes" when lawyers. judges, preachers, and financiers are doing 'hot foot" l egged on by hungry bishops and lay men.
 It all happened when Kinsley's wait CTS went on strike just after the Meth odists had assembled at the banquet of | Methodist laymen. under the auspices | of the church debt fund committee" Step right this way" said a faithful employee who had not quit, waving his hand toward a large dining-room. We will wait on you in few minutes" | T!:ey did step that way. to the num- Der of more than 100, but there was not a waiter in the house. .. ! Patience sometimes ceases to be a virtue, even with preacher particu- ! larly a Methodist who is hungry and can smell chicken. Fifteen minutes of | waiting was the limit in this case. Bishop Merrill began to grow faint, and | when the Rev J. N. Hall of Oak Park | stood up a layman cried: 1T like not you Cassus. He hath lean and hun- l gry look"
 1 "So have we all.'' said another, and ! this was the signal for Allen A. Gilbert, president of the Methodist Social Union. He made dash for the pantry, calling ! as he went for volunteer walters. Ar l thur Dixon, physically unlike Rev. MT. l Hall, was the first to respond. He had | the 'shuffle" down fine, and as he start ed after Gilbert he turned to the table and said, with a grin: T don't belong I to the regulars. I'm just 8 volunteer '' Inside of the pantry door were the l steaming coffee urns, so Gilbert and ! his heavyweight partner seized few | after-dinner cups and with them load \ ed on trays and full of the amber bever- } age-the strongest at Methodist ban | quets-commenced their labor of love. | This was too much for John Farson. Already every vestige of bread and I radishes had disappeared from the ta- bles and he was furnished, so, seizing q ! waiter, he started for the pantry. ! When he came forth with a tray load of little neck clans it was a sight for ! the churchmen.
 ! MT. Farson did his best to emulate his minds fancy of the ideal maid, as
 he balanced tray on which were dish- es containing clans, but it was a failure | and a slippery one. The clans were slippery; so were the places. Then the tray was slippery, and so was the floor. ! And if Farson was not smooth, his feet were. Altogether, 1t was a slippery ! performance, and if an occasional clam lslipped down neck, it went only to Icool the trail of a cup of steaming coffee So slippery was the performance that the dignity of Judge Horton and Judge