Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1910-11-25
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By JOSEPH c. LINCCLN


f~IWAS Peter T. Brown that SuE-
1 ecsjcd it, you might know.
1 And, as likewise you might
know, twas Cap'n Jonadab
that done the most of the growing.
They ain't no sense In It, Peter"
says hc. "Educatlon's all right in It's
place, hut faint 30 good out cf it,
"Oh. ring or" says Peter. Tween
ty-thrcc"'
And so they had ii back and forth.
! didn't say nothing. | knew how
'tWou'd end. If Peter T. Brown
fhou-1t twas good judgment 10 hire
mess If college boys for walters, fell
lers who could order up the SQUAD 10
pigeon English and the ham IN hog
Latin. didn't care. 50 long as the
orders and boarders got filed and the
payroll didn't have growing pains. !
had considerable faith In Browns
ideas, and he was as set on this one
as Erahma hen on plaster nest
egg.
"It'H give cone to the shebang," says
he, referring to the hotel, land we
want to keep the Old Home House as
high toned as ten story organ facto-
~. And rs for education, that's
matter Of taste Me, I'd just as soon
have a waiter that bashfully admitted
Wee, my DAM as / would one that
pushed 'Shur-r-e, Moike. edgeways
out of one corner Of his mouth and
served the lettuce ON top Of the lob
ster from principle, to keep the green
above the red"
So 1t went his way finally, as knew
1t would, and when the Old Home
opened up on June the college
walters was on hand. And they was
as nice lot Of boys as ever handled
plates and wiped dishes for their board
and 81 week. And they made a hit
with the boarders, especially the yom-
en- folks. Before June was over the
Old Home was full up, and we had to
annex a couple Of next door houses for
the leftovers
was skipper for one Of them houses.
and Jonadab run the other. Each of
us had cook and a waiter, house
keeper and an upstairs girl. My house
keeper was the boss prize in the pack
age. Her name was Mabel Seabury.
and she was young and quiet and as
pretty as the first bunch Of Mayflow-
ers In the spring. And lady-whew!
The first time set opposite to her at
table l made up my mind l wouldn't
drink out Of my sasser IL I scalded
the lining off my throat.
She was city born and brought up.
but she want one Of your common
"He, he; amt you turriblev' lunch
counter Processes. with q head like
a dandelion gone to seed and q fish
net waist. You bet she want! Her
dad had had money once, afore he
tried to beat out Jonah and swallow
the stock exchange whale.
The only trouble she made was first
along. and that want her fault. I
thought at one time we'd have to put
up wire fence to keep them college
walters away from her. They hung
around her like a passed. Of gulls
around herring boat. She was nice
to EN-, too, but when you're Just so
nice to everybody and not nice enough
to any special one the prospect amt
encouraging. So they give 1t up, but
there want male on the place,
from old DR.. Blatt. mixer Of Blatt's
BurdOck Bitters and Blatt's Balm For
Beauty. down to the boy that emptied
the ashes. who wouldn't have bumped
himself on all fours and crawled eight
miles II she'd asked him to. And that
includes me and Cap'n Jonadab, and
we're about as tough a couple Of wo-
men proof old hulks as you'll find
aflOat.
One evening-along the second week
In July 'twas-I got up from the sup
per table and walked over toward the
hotel. BY the gate see Teller stand
ing, a Teller with leather bag in his
hand, q stranger.
Good evening"" says I. Looking
for the hotel. was your
He swung round kind Of lazy-like
and looked at me. Then noticed how
big he was. Seemed to me he was all
OF seven foot high and broad accord
Ing. And rugged up-my soul! He had
on u wide felt hat with a whirligig
top on to 1t and light checked suit
and gloves and slung more style than
q barber on Sunday.
Good evening"" says the seven foot
Ell. looking down and speaking to me
cheerful. "Is this the Old Ladies'
home-the Old Home House. I should
say?"
Yes. SIR" says l. looking up rever.
ent at that hat
Right" he says. "Wil you be good
enough to tell me where can find
the proprietor? I'm looking for job"
"A jobr' sings out. "A jobY"
Eyes. l understand you employ col.
lege men as walters. I'm from Har-
ward, and"-
"A waiter" l says, so astonished
that l could hardly swaller. BE you
a waiter"
II don't know. I've been told so.
Our coach used to say was the best
waiter on the team. At any rate, I'll
try the experiment"
But what for? You amt short Of
cash"
you betr' he says. "Strappedw
I went of and found Peter T.
You'd ought to seen Peter stare when
we hove in sight Of the candidate.
'Thunder!'' says be. els this e..
hibit ], Barzilla?"
1done the polite. mentioning Browns
name. Insulating on t'other chaps.
"Er-Jones." says ths human light
house
"Glad to meet you, Mr.. jones'" says
Peter. $50 you want to he q waiter,
do you? For how much perY
"Oh. don't know. Ill begin at the
bottom. being a green hand. Twenty
& week or So"
Brown chOked. THE figures all
right" he says. 'only it covers a
month down here"
Right" says Jones. not q bit shook
up.
Peter stepped back and looked him |