The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1911-01-18
THE DIPLOMAT TAKES IN THE
MANICURE LADY" A VISITOR
FINDS.
AND IT'S PERFECTLY LOVELY
Everything Perfectly "SWell" Except
the Conversation One Consumes
With the Menu-A Scene From
Real Life.

Washington, Jan. 17.-Scene: Per
fectly swell cafe. Walters gliding
about noiselessly. Quavery violin
business by orchestra. Splashy busi-
ness by fountain. Gay laughter busi-
ness by the guests. Electric bulbs
concealed in rose petals shed soft
light on spotless tables. At the
door, hat boy to take hats. coat boy
to take coats, cane boy to take canes,
check boy to give checks for hats,
coats and canes. Also door boy to
open door.
Enter seeing Washington" strang-
er, takes table near splashy fountain
and thinks these thoughts: "Ah! evil
dently this where socety dimes and
discusses art, politics and the opera.
That girl at the next table with the
ostrich plume in her left eye is open
ing her rosy lips to address her es-
cort, the youth with the gold teeth,
probably a foreign diplomat. | will
listen and improve myself"
Ostrich Plume-So | told him dis
tinctly | wasn't going to give no guy
the job of keeping cases on me. Why,
the second time 1 ever manicured
him he calls me for talking to the
barber.
Gold Teeth-Jealous, hey? He's a
big stiff.
Ostrich Plume-And a cheap skate.
He asks me out New Years Eve to
dine. Says he's Mr.. Jackson of New
York. Every manicure girl in town
is on to that Mr. Jackson of New York
and Mr.. Johnson of Chicago racket.
| happen to know he's Mr.. Piker of
Washington, and got job at the bu-
reau of engraving and printing. But
that's all right. All | ask is to be
treated like lady-slip me another
olive, Johnny. Well, | says to May
me, you'll cry your eyes out when
You hear, but we've got a table at
the Willard and you'll have to lend
me your long gloves and help pour
me into my black lace Go to it,"
Mayme says, but don't get no beer
stains on them gloves" Says, do you
think that is keg party I'm going
to-" says |. You can't most always
sometimes tell where you're going"
says wise Mayme.
Say, there was truth in them
words. That guy hadn't reserved no
table anywhere, and here was me
with this feather walking up and
down the avenue in the rain trying to
find a cafe where we could get past
the door. He makes stall that he
knows the manager of the Willard
and could get a table all right only
he had gone to New York. Says | to
myself l hope your money amt in
New York, too. We eat oysters and
drink beer, in a Chophouse that night,
if you'll believe me. And think of
a guy like that bawling a girl for go
ing out with friend like you,
Johnny Horn for the waiter and ask
him if he's teaching that salad to
walk.
We'll. would you look who's COM
ng. Kitty and Tommy. Wouldn't
hat get youo How she can go around
With that feller with rep he has for
lever having cent beats me. Bet .
le walked her, too. Before | would .
lemean myself down TO walking to
place like this where everybody else
'omes in taXis Id eat at home with
mother, But when it comes to nerve
Tommy has em all faded to washed
,ut blue. Say, Johnny, l could just
lie eating this celery"
While the orchestra plays Don't
ret Married Any More, Ma the see
ng Washington stranger filters out
,ast the hat boy, the coat boy, the
'ane boy. the check boy and the door
10Y to a chorus of thank you, sirs,
md wanders up the avenue in search
If Washington AS 1t Looks Back
Iona