Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-10-27
Their Married
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They Find in New York Restaurant with the Latin
Quarter Atmosphere.

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p Many Of them do" laughed Mr.
/, stevens, But they all pretend the
publishers are sitting UP nights for
their books"
Listen 10 this hot air" shrugged
Warren. for now they could hear tho
man telling of his play"
STAGE DREAMS.
"Frohman said he'd take 1t II I'd
rewTite the third act, but 1 told him
! wanted It produced as 1t was or not
at all Belasco has 1t now. But these
managers don't know good play.
There's a corking big scene in tho
last act which"--the voice was lost
in laughter from another table.
Who's the guy with the hair?"
asked Warren. He looks the type. &"
Yes. he's an illustrator, he's al
ways here" answered Mr.. Stevens
| Ihat man next to him is an editor
on some trade paper. A lot of near
| celebrities sit at that table They nut
us there one night but as we weren't
writing book or play-we couldn't
sclhtlllate. 1t was good fun, though,
| nearing them discuss and settle the
! affairs of nations"
How can these two girls walt on
all this crowd" demanded Warren.
| as the younger sister now took away
their soup plates and brought them
large platter of beef tongue with
piquant sauce
oh, they're workers. You get bet
ter service right here than you do in
any or the big restaurants where you
| pay -FOUR times as much"
from where Helen sat she could
zee the rear OF the houses in tn.
block beyond. They were evidently
boarding houses and many of the
windows were lit She had been
watching girl in a third story room
NIX her hair and then put on her hat.
now she reached up to turn off tho
gas, and the window was dark.
Helen wondered where she was GO
Ing, what her life was, and what
that room, of which she could see
only cheap oak dresser and bit
OF the wallpaper, looked like.
WHAT'S struck you" as Warren
noticed her absorption.
Look. dear-look up there, It's
so interesting to watch those win
| dows See that one where the cur
tains drawn? And that woman's
shadow against It.? What Is she do
ing-she's bending over something?"
II oning, isn't she?' suggested Mrs
| Stevens.
Probably some poor little shop girl
ironing her shirtwaist to wear in the
morning unused Helen. Il should
| think the writer's who come here
would get lot OF stories just from
watching those windows"
Net they! They'd rather write a
| Fifth avenue society novel, where
| the heroine steps from her limousine
| trips up the broad marble steps to
the door that's opened by a liveried
footman. That girl ironing her
shirtwaist in back hall bedroom
wouldn't interest this crowd"
Yes, you keep your knife and
fork. smiled Mrs, Stevens, as the
Frenchwoman who took Helen's plate
laid back on the tablecloth her knife
| and fork. 1T makes 1t easier for
them to serve II they don't have to
change the silver for every course"
That ought to suit you. Helen.
you only have to scour off one set
for the meal"
GOOD FoOD.
He always scolds me for wipine
or everything with my napkin"
laughed Helen, but / can't help Il
at restaurants"
/ The next course was broiled sousb
and salad They were not cold stor-
age squads, for the flavor was fresh
and delicate.
Don't see how they can give THU.
| dinner for the money" declared War
rem. What did you say it was
! sixty fiVe?'
| "oh, it must he more than that"
! protested Helen. why. these squads
alone would be-
No it's only sixty Ave. wine in.
cIuded
Wei, I don't see how they do IT,
with everything so high"
That's what I say" observed Mr..
stevens For two OF US dinner hers
costs only S1,30-Sl55 with the tin
l couldn't get it at home for that"
Well they buy in quantity, and
do all their own serving: and. OF
course. the French know how to
| save
Where do they eat here In tina
Winter asked Warren. suddenly
They have that big front room
beyond the kitchen But they can't
get quite the atmosphere inside that
they have out hcre"
Isn't this salad dressing good
Its the red wine vinegar" announced
Mrs. stevens The kind you buy Ia
/ so acid, They make this from the
/ wine that's left In the bottom OF tho
kegs. | wonder IL they would let me
have some"
MORE PRAISE.
After the salad came fresh pears
cheese and c1ffee,
This Camembert's the real thing"
Warren shifted at II critically.
Yes, and they serve brie here
that's Al"
II was after nine before Mr..
stevens took down. his cane from a
nail on the whitewsshed fence and
made the move to go.
Hold on there protested Warren.
| we haven't paid our bill yet"
I'VE pay in the kitchen as We 20
out"
| one OF the sisters made the chanss
from q cigar box on the kitchen
| table and bowed them out with a
| smiling Good night, monsieur Good
night. mad enOigellAf