Casco Bay breeze. [volume] (South Harpswell, Me.) 1901-1917, 1904-07-21
QUICK LUNCH cv,IosITY.
He Takes Cueumbers. Milk. Craba and Pie
Regularly and Never Turns a Hair


Regularly and Never Turns a Hair.
The manager OF the quick lunch pal.
ace shuddered. although the day was
hot. and bestowed gaze Of mingled
wonder and reproach upon the broad
back OF the man who had just picked
up number OF dishes Of food from
the counter md was weaving his way
through the crowd with them skill.
fully balanced in his two hands like
vaudeville 5uggler picking his way
across a stage filled with tossed .up
paraphernalia.
Say" hoarsely inquired the man.
ager. dye see what that man took
with him to eat?''
The man to whom the question was
addressed had not noticed
"A bowl Of milk. a dish Of sliced
cucumbers. two deviled crabs and a
piece Of rhubarb pie" groaned the
manager. feeling tentatively of the
fourth button of his waistcoat.
Just try and figure that out" he
went on. How would you like to
try combination like that-milk. GU.
cumbers. crabs and pie: When that
man first came in here-it was during
the first bad hot spell Of the season.
and selected that assortment OF dain.
ties. 1 passed him my Mon:-ncrency
smile.
"'Bet? said 1.
HE looked me over witEo... Link.
"'HeyY said he.
lyon bet the man. suppose said
/. that you could beat him over the
links by 2 up and 3 to play. and you
didn't make goodT
He rested his crabs and cucumbers
and his bowl of milk and his pie on the
counter and looked me over.
Say. what's the matter? he finally
asked me. with a mystified look.
Then I told him how weird that
combination Of his looked.
oh. that's 1t. is it, said he. smil.
Ing. Don't you let a little thing like
that bother you. Fought to've seen
my grandfather. He used to smoke
clay pipe and eat buttered gingerbread
and green apples at the same time.
and whistle without missing a note
and he walked over to his seat and
began his dainty luncheon.
Il kept an eye on him. nevertheless,
and looked up the telephone number
OF the nearest ambulance hospital.
But he just went right ahead as he's
doing now.
while I was still studying him-I
could not keep my eyes of Of him-he
walked up to the countec and selected
a piece Of cold mince pie and a tall
glass Of iced tea to top OF with.
Hes been back every week day
since. and that's about his regular
MONDAY ration. He's got to be one of
my show pieces. He's Figure A in
the exhibition.
But there are others See that little
man over yonder with the white siders
and the pink cheeks-the one or there
In the corner? What do you suppose
his regular winter aud summer -h;sh.
noon rejection Is. and has been for
years past? A plate of bread and
butter. two large dill pickles and a cup
OF cocoa. Every week day of the year
that old boy with the white things at
the sides of his countenance commits
that kind Of an assault and battery on
his diaphragm. and. say. just look at
him-cheeks pink and healthy. eyes as
clear as filtered we'll water and more
hair on the top of his head than I've
got. although he's sixty. IL he's a day.
HE told me the other day that he
hadn't had a sick minute in sixteen
years. That. by the way. is how 1t is
with most of the cormorants. The
toughest the kind of conglomerations
they habitually get away with. the
healthier they look. But they're prob
ably born that way. And as a matter
OF fact. the majority Of the men who
come In here for lunch seem to just
try to loop-the-loop with their diges.
tive Observation-Disclosures Star.