Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-08-30


one of the inside
psxes he pauses. His hand shakes. Per-
spiration breaks out on him. He reads:
Because of the war it is probable that
the supply of canned artichokes will be
shortened"
Or:
THE Bismarck herring Of Germany VIII
not be among those present this year."
Then comes the wall. A long-drawn-
out, hideous, moaning shrek that breaks
ut the end into low, sobbing sound. Tne
slaughter Of thousand men leaves the
epicure cold. The loss of his pet wine
drives him berserk.
There are quite a few epicures IN
Washington There are the professional
epicures, who dine free mostly, because
they can order a good dinner and bully
4 particular waiter in. some restaurant
without being slugged with a decanter.
There are the epicures who make up In
quality what they can't in quantity
mainly because their poor old gastronomlc
apparatus went into bankruptcy many
many years ago. Then there are the
earthly epicuresLgargantuan eaters and
drinkers. but particularly to the last de-
gree in the manner their steaks are broil-
ed or their wines are cooled.
X
First the Observer came upon an eld-
erly epicure, a tall, stih-backed, lean man
who was stroIling with dignity along the
Avenue. The elderly epicure possesses a
long and dubious nose which time has
touched with rich purple. As soon as
the Observer spoke to the elderly epicure
he knew that this gentleman was In great
sorrow.
Have you just returned from your
summer vacation?" asked the Observer;
Worse than that" replied the eideriy
epicure with a sigh.
HAS somebody hit you up in a little
game of dollar limit" was the Observer s
next question
epicure, as he shook his gray head. The
seriousness of the situation struck the
Observer He was silent in the face OF
great grief The elderly epicure ex-
planned.
your what?'' asked the Observer.
my wine,' said the elderly epicure.
Then, in the accents of one discussing
the death of an exalted parsonage:
Hadn't you heard about my VINE
Frankly the Observer had not hearo
about the elderly epicures wine.
(which is your wine?" he inquired.
IN the hills of Champagne the ell
Derby epicure began.
Rocky hills with large heads on
Them the Observer asked.
SIS
.1n the uncovered hills Of Cham
payne" repeated the elderly epicure,
sternIy, there is little district ! have
visited it. / love its rocks and rills' the
Observer suspected for a moment that
the elderly epicure. in his grief was 60
ing to sing my Country, TIL of Thee, .
sand / am devoted to its sturdy peas
ants. There, in that little district, they
make their own wine. 1t is not like Other
wines. It is
Il remember" said the Observer, Gag
eriy THE night you
Never mind" commanded the epicure
at is, of course, a little strong. 1t
heady But it has flavor, bouquet, body
sunlight and perfume.
'It has all of those" agreed the OBJ
server and then some"
II have been ordering it for years,
said the epicure. Just before this cussee
war broke out I ordered number o.
cases. My supply was getting short
There was catch in his voice.
soon after the war L got dispatch,
he concluded. They had captured thu
boat that had my wine aboard The!
dumped II overheard just before the.
sank the ship. My wine is at the bot
tom of the Atlantic somewhere"
Then came the supreme note of hi
dirge.
.sAnd I have learned" he concluded
that all the people who make my win
have gone away to fight. Why didn'
they stay home and do something sensl
ble?'
Shaking his gray head. the elderly cpl
cure strobe away.
He had not gone more than blocl
when the Observer came across little
stocky man, built on a sort Of cubs
plan He has aSsquarish head and broad
square body and short legs. Even hi
eyeglasses give an impression OF square