Tonopah daily bonanza. [volume] (Tonopah, Nev.) 1906-1929, 1907-09-12
CHRIS MALATESTA'S
RAVIOLA Dinner
SUMPTUOUS ITALIAN SPREAD Il
FURNISHED BY DEBONNAIR
CLUBNIAN.

49, ~ AaAo CAN WI.
tesla is not a bachelor, nor were
there many who gathered around the
festive board in that class, but the
family Of the host is down at the
coast, and in their absence he gave
this feast to his old friends in re-
membrance of the good old days that
have been, and the good old days to
come.
1t was an Italian dinner, cooked
to the taste of Garibaldi, and was
given in the banquet room of the
Hotel Roma. There were chicken
and raviolas galore, and there was
red, red wine. A generous host Is
dear old Chris, and the gentlest of
gentlemen. The banquet hall, dec
Grated after the Renaissance, at
once transported the guests from the
demesne of the desert to the sunny
shores of Italy. A hidden orchestra
of reed and string instruments, help
ed out the suggestion, and the red,
red wine completed the dream.
Between dreams there were speeches
and the wit flowed with the wine,
and went on like the babbling brook,
not caring which pebble it hit Chef
Ginotti was in his element, for in all
the days of Tonopah no such gather
ing had graced his board; no such
wit had rivalled his wine in it's
sparkle; no such sentiments had been
sounded in the apartments of the
Roma.
Look who he had!
When many fiagons of the ruby
red had gone on it's way rejoicing to
the domain of the inner man, and
there was still more knocking for ad-
mission, and when the pronuncia-
| ton of raviolas was lost art, mine
jolly host fairly shone in the coun-
tenance as he arose to bid welcome
to the brave hearts who had already
made themselves welcome. He was
greeted with volley of cheers, hand
clapping, clinking of glasses, piping
of reeds and scratching of violins to
the national air of He's jolly
Good Fellow" the solo of which was
sung by Dave Holland, the prima
facie barytone
"Poca robo, POGO pensierol began
Mr.. Malatesta.
Hear, heart" cried Double L.
Mushett.
Good" shouted Harry Epstine.
'Vive la Garibaldi!" yelled Dave
Holland.
Following is the gist of Mr.. Mala-
testa's remarks, which speech has
few equals in the Italian tongue, and
which flowed from his lips like the
liquid music of his countryman, Ros-
SIM:
"Pecmf rodlu bagkq giwtao chlud
xzfi! ~? aoihrd mfwyp } ;! grlu-
Moinfg gkqj xzfifi (smfw bgkq) Wig
ffffi' ~; shrdl aoinet vbgk emf
Great applause.
"Garfgfi zbmht Xvcse ffqyli ffijpun
odwkf ilyqff thmbz esscvx! zbmht--
nupjffi (xzfififf) zbmht shrdmbz!"
Good" cried Harry Epstine.
"Vive Garry Owen!" yelled Cap
tain links.
That's mine" declared Dave Hol-
land.
Play BALI" cried Doubleyou,
Doubleyou Booth. Let the gentle
man proceed"
Mr.. Malatesta proceeded:
"Zcmfw tikwdr frmbhiup tilffffixz
-arfgfi fkwdo ffqylfb } " 81
qpogbmrd xvcse zbmhr tiwdgyp fox
ftkjyp figbgk fifikqi vbgcmf, and #
yon don't like it, it is your own
damn fault"
Good" cried Harry Epsine.
'Fine!" yelled Billy Odgers.
Brilliant" shouted J. F. Manion.
Best after dinner spooch, speech
| ever heard gasped E. l.. Fletcher.
There was more wine to set the
blood dancing in the veins, and more
music for an accompaniment.
Dave Holland was called upon to
respond to the toast to The Ladies. >
The well known club man, man OF
| affairs, acres and coolies of mining
stocks, was greeted with tremendous
applause.
You've caught me in the double
0, with my money on the 3d." he
began.
Good cried Harry Epstine.
Ha, ha. hal" laughed Cal Shaw.
The two Fletchers blushed.
More, more!" cried Double L.
Mushett.
"The ladies'" resumed the speaker,
what would we be without them?'
About ten thousand a year better
off,"
If they could have only found the
man who said that