Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1911-03-10
Dinner EPISODES.
Odd Happenings That Helped to
j Spice the Meals.
AyHE WORM THAT DIDN'T TURN

It Spoiled a Funny Story For a Wo-
man Whose Pet Horror is Anything
That WriagIes--A Distracted seien-
tist and Gastronemic Calamity.
At a dinner party one night my host
and were in the midst Of an INTEREST
ing conversation when ] noticed a
movement 10 the lace centerpieee
which lay under pot Of growing
tulips. The lace was pushed aside. and
straight toward me wrggled fat red
earthworm. II have a pet horror it
is for anything that wrthes. My host
was nearing The point Of a funny story
whrn eanght sight Of that strange
intruder on a dining table. He reach
ed the end Of the story and laughed.
] believe laughed. but to this day
cannot tell what that story was about.
sat watching the gymnastics of that
lively specimen Of fish bait. In forty
seconds II was due to tumble into my
hap. There was no waiter near. The
reptile was hidden from my host by a
soup plate. The man at my right was
absorbed In conversation with won.
an beside him. The worm had almost
reached the edge of the table when /
had au inspiration. | turned a red
wincglass upside down. for the waiter
was approaching with napkin wrap
ped bottle
Have you turned White RibbonerT'
asked my host.
For tonight have" Where my
voice came from do not know; neither
do | know how | ever sat out that
meal listening to a host who tried his
level best to entertain a dun guest
and watching frantic fishworm try
to break IFS way out of Jail Some
how growing plants on the dining
table have gone out of favor in our
house.
A dear distracted old scientist
know keeps his wife on the anxious
seat every moment when they dine
out She is prepared for any ridicu-
lous thing he will do. No one ever
possessed finer breeding or gentler
manners than the good old professor,
but his fits Of abstraction are likely to
descend on him at any moment His
wife tells Of one notable experience
Zone night she says. Il ectured
John all the way home from dinner.
was trying to make him understand
that pate shells were Intended to be
eaten. If It had been a caterers
meal should have thought nothing
about it. but our hostess was fine
cook. and she had just announced
proudly that we were having some Of
her own puff paste. Everybody ate
the pHies except John With the
greatest care he seooped ont the
creamed chicken and left the she'll
He was horribly distressed over it.
II | had only known. my dear he
said. that the thing was intended to
be eaten. that II was really food and
she made it, should have shown my
appreciation
Remember it next time. them /
said.
"A week later at another dinner
John was seated opposite me. !
glanced NJ him curiously after the
dessert came on. for he seemed to be
in the throes of a choking fit. Imag-
inc, If you can. my horror He was
trying to masticaie tbe paper ease OF
a charlotte russo. There was only
one thing could do-cail him TO order
as one would have done a child
could not sit by calmly and watch him
choke to death, Dinners are frequent.
ly stupid affairs. but that one was not
after had explained the situation TO
tableful Of people. Fortunately John
is so brilliant that his absentminded-
ness is considered natural adjunct
to genius"
"My husband.1 said one woman. ''is
the funny man at party when the
mood happens to seize him One night
after playing bridge we filed out to the
dining room. where we were seated
about the table for supper. From
the corner where my husband sat
came gales Of laughter. Ile had turn
ed conjurer and was making every
thing disappear. from salt spoons to a
water decanter. When things were
found it was in the most remarkable
places
"A week later while searching his
clothes for soiled handkerchiefs- that
is regulation Monday morning task
in our hoIne-I heard something rattle
in his dress coat. From an inside
pocket drew two silver forks. three
teaspoons and a salt spoon. They
Were marked with various initials.
None of the stuff came from our side
board. My husband was out Of town.
and | spent few perplexed hours. An
idea suddenly dawned on me. | wrap
ped up the silver. put on my hat and
went straight to the hostess of our last
card party. Thank goodnessr she
cried. I have nearly had nervous
prostration over the loss of these
things. Servants have been suspected,
hired a man to go over the garbage
dump. and the whole house has been
turned upside down In our search. If
it had been my own silver it would
not have been so bad, but II was bor-
rowed. and could not duplicate 1t any
where in town Wait till see that
husband Of yours
'''rhe story got out. and sometimes
a hostess in facetious mood insists on
counting her silver before my better
half goes home Isabel Gordon Curtis
"a New York Tribune.