Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-12-21
AFTER THE DINNER
I" HE editor Of magazine published
in New York came down to wash
e inxtnn- for the Gridiron O nner.

1nXtOn Tor the u iiicis
This editor of magazine likes to come
to Washington, for he has heap Of
friends here. and they always arrange
things nice and cozy-like for him when
he fits this way.
He struck town in the forenoon. and the
first man he met was an old pal in the
quill-driving business. who of late years
has turned respectable and quit quill-driv-
ing and now lives in a respectable mans
home out in the general direction Of
Chevy Chase. He was going to attend the
Gridiron dinner, too.
when you going back to New York;"
the Chevy Chaser inquired of his old side
podner, the magazine editor.
Tomorrow night" replied the maya
zine editor, meaning, of course, the Sun
day night following the Gridiron feed.
Great" said the Chevy Chaser to that
Then you can have breakfast, with me
out at the house."
Il can, hey?" said the magazine editor,
just like that. even If he is a magazine
editor. How dye know 1 can? What
time do you eat breakfast OF yonder in
the woods where you live-somebody' s
been telling me you live in the forest
primeval. What time do you partake of
that breakfast
Bout nine. for you." said the Chevy
Chaser. you've got to come. That'll be
ALL"
'Nine?" said the magazine editor from
New York. How can 1 reach the Pan
handle of the District of Columbia at
dinner? Tell me like that"
oh, it'll be great--just the thing for
YOU" said the Chevy Chaser. "Y'see. the
dinnerll be over by one, anyway. Well,
then you turn in and sleep seven hours.
You'll have left a CALL understand. and
you'll get I'D at and dress. There'll be
motor car waiting for you, and you'll
be whiried out to my place in the brisk
air-appetite and all that. Then, after
breakfast and some smokes. why, we'll
play golf. and have a fine old ride in the
machine. and then I'll whizz you back
here. See?"
The magazine editor was cornered, and
so it was fixed.
After the Gridiron dinner was all over
two or three prominent members thereof
seized upon the magazine editor, who is
nice people. and packed him Off to the
palm room. where they conversed of cab
bages and monarchs and many things,
not neglecting to summon the servitor &C.
casionally. At another table, with a
bunch of the Gridiron diners, was the
Chevy Chaser. Every once in a while
he'd drop over to the table where the
shoe the editorial person off to bed
For" he would say. bullyingly. on
these occasions. you're taking breakfast
with me at g. remember. and I'll have no
palsied. quavery wreck turn up at my
domicile to eat the kind of breakfast
things I'm going to have. Why, I'm go
ing to have sausage and cakes and things!
You go to bed at once, and get ready"
But the magazine editor begged on
every time. When everything was all on
in the palm room. one Of the men at the
editors table suggested that they go to
his room to talk about some more ships
and sealing wax and stuff. Which they
did.
After a while they switched from that
room and went to the magazine editor
room. Oh: they had a lot to tax ABOUT IT,
About 4 O'Clock in the morning the
Chevy Chaser broke into the magazine
editors room.
II thought I ordered you to bed some
hours ago." he said to the man from New
York "This thing has got to stop. You
go to bed at once. We're going to nave
pork chops, too. believe
How about yourself. matey?" asked the
magazine editor. Yes, even magazine
editor will say things like matey once
in a while. when he isn't magazine
editing. when you going to go homer
town." said the Chevy Chaser, reievantly
and coherently.
Well. anyhow, they did break up at a lit
tie past 4, and the magazine editor, after
summoning a bell-hop to arrange about
calls, turned In.
The magazine editor arranged that he
should have his first call at sos; second at
$40; third at S:15: fourth at $50; fifth at
S25, and sixth and final one at $50. Six
calls in all. He thought that ought to be
enough.
1t seemed to him as If he'd been in bed
about nine and three-quarter minutes
when the first call banged on his portal.
He told the boy to go to Marietta. Ohio,
Immediately, and turned over. Anyhow,
some thing he had eaten at the Gridiron
dinner had disagreed with him. Yep. it
must nave been that. 1t certainly must
have. Otherwise, how came that taste in
his mouth? Maybe, he thought, the sauce
tartare hadn't been just right. or some
thing. Anyhow, he felt sumpin fierce.
The second call, at sos. evoked a request
from the magazine editor that the oell-hop
start at once for Yuma, which is said to
be place where the heat is dry, anyhow.
Then the magazine editor. wishing that
he knew exactly what it was he'd eaten
at the dinner that had turned around and
smoten him, hit the pillow a. couple of
raps and tried again. The third call
caused him to remember, with anguish,
that breakfast. The fourth call made him
sure that that breakfast was no dream
he was tied to it. He got up at the fifth
call and chased the boy with the sixth
call down the hall for ice water. After
drinking a couple of pitchers of ice water
he began to struggle sadly and wanly into
his clothes. He even put up horrible
imitation of a self-respecting man trying
to shave.
Every once in a while he'd have to sit
down. It was installment dressing. First
he'd pull on one sock, and then rest a
long, long while. while he hated the
thought of breakfasts. Then, after yank-
ing on a shoe, he'd rest again for long
space. looking at his furred tongue in the
dressing glass and shaking his head mis-
erably.
While he was holding collar in his
trembly fingers, he suddenly thought of
his Chevy Chase hosts promise that
there'd be sausage for breakfast, and the
thought caused him to shudder and to
totter back, back into chair. Sausage!
And he looked at the tumbled bed
gloomily, and longed to re-embrace the
same and remain in its warm, comforting
clasp for a couple of weeks more, without
intermission.
But there wasn't any chance. He had
promised his old pal. and he'd make
in his eye of imagination. his expectant
host, clear-eyed, spick-and-span In his
morning clothes. walking briskly up and
down in front of his Chevy Chase home,
awaiting his. the magazine editors, COM
ing. Oh, he'd make good, said the latter
to himself fetching his teeth together
with click-but every time his eyes
pile with the quilts on it. how he did
suffer to flop back into it!
Well. the magazine editor was just
throwing himself into his ulster, when
there was knock on his door.
Come in" sung out the magazine edi-