Bisbee daily review., 1910-09-27
THE SCHEME OF THINGS.
A Boy Mods Over Geography and
 Dreams of Restaurant Feed.

Dreams of Restaurant Feed. WY ESLEY'S uncle had bald head " and a quiet voice and might
 have been justly called prosaic but to Wesley he was invested with peculiar and romantic interest because he lived in hotel and ate regularly at a restaurant. Wesley thought that any one who ate at d restaurant every day had little left to sigh for in this world. They had ice cream every night at a restaurant and batter cakes every morning for breakfast. In Wes- ley's home they had ice cream for dinner on Sunday only. and batter cakes appeared on Thursday and Fri day mornings. At these times batter cakes were like sunrise and sunset natural phenomena But batter cakes every morning-that was like the sun rising at bedtime or school iu August. utterly unheard of and not possible anyway. Why this should be the scheme of things was a step beyond Wesley's imaginlngs
 His mother was chiding Wesley's uncle for eating at restaurants
 t and ever" cried Wesley
 Some day. my son." said his moth CT. you may have to eat at restau- rant
 Even twisting the warning into a promise. this was empty for Wesley. It was quite likely he would be rail- road engineer. He had determined to be that But to eat Ut restaurant was not matter of volition: it was a privilege He had uo idea how it was secured but in Il Respondent way he felt that ii would be denied him.
 Still. in spite of all. dreams are pleasant. and pretty soon the map of England slipped away somewhere and Wesley was seated in a great restau- rant with shining mirrors. reading a bill of fare. There were batter cakes and two kinds of sirup and boiled eggs. which they would bring already jelly. too. at the same time. and oranges and bananas and apples and jam and pickles over on the side. All be had to do was to point out these things to the courteous attendant standing beside him and he would bring them to him.
 Then there was dinner to be or dered-raw oysters and oyster soup and clans (he didn't know which he liked the most, olives. turkey. duck and 'sparagus. and then a confused stretch of all the things he liked until he came to where it was plainly print ed that he could have chocolate ice cream and strawberry ice cream and vanilla and ali kinds of pie and three kinds of pudding. And then there would be sorted cakes. which meant lady fingers and macaroons. and little cakes with a cherry in the frosting. And he would never have to eat any liver or boiled rice or hashballs ever
 As the vision faded and the map of England suddenly came back under his elbows. looking like a queer roost- CT. Wesley sighed. Anyway, if he ever did eat in restaurant he wouldn't come to his sisters house every Sunday for dinner. where they had only one kind of everything. Still. Sunday would be the best day to come. for then they would have ice cream.
 His uncle was saying good night. Wesley allowed him to pinch his nose. without the usual protest. and with wistful eyes followed him out of the room. He was going to have batter cakes in the morning. on Tuesday. They would have only white bread because it was ironing day.-Harpers Weekly