South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1914-04-14

Are these Supposed to be the same
tables?"
And didn't he live near here. Just
where was his house ?"
The waiter had a glib and lengthy
answer for every question. fact and
dates concerning DR.. Johnson's life
Tated out with the readiness of many
Iepetitions.
"There-thats the type" growIed
Warren. They're New England
school marms' all right. I'll bet on
that. Straight from Massachusetts,,
too. That's the sort of thing that
makes you sick of tourists. Look at
them listening TO that walters DOPE"
''Hush-sh. dear; they'll hear you"
Don't care if they do
Then as the women kept plying the
waiter with questions. and talking
aloud about Johnson, Boswell and
Goldsmith, Warren grew more FESTIVE
Say. there's plenty of places in
London where you can get good food
without having TO listen to all this
slush." he fumed.
Just then from the room back OF the
bar a mandolin orchestra began to
play. At this Warren fairly snorted:
"A mandolin orchestra in the
Cheshire Cheese, Great Scott, that's
the limit
Fortunately the waiter came up now
with their order. and Warren's atten-
ton was diverted and his wrath some
what appeased by the pigeon pie.
steaming hot and Drowned to the turn.
He dug into it with fork and sniff
fed apprOvingly.
THAT looks pretty good. But, By
George, they ought to give you good
food here if you put up with
But Helen interrupted any further
TRADE against the place by asking:
Dear. can't / have a smaller glass
for my ale. 1 can't drink it from this
big mug. And I'd like another nap
kim" for she spread hers on the bare
table under her plate.
Warren usually grumbled about her
wanting a lot Of extras, but he was
now so intent in exploring the con-
tents of the pigeon pie that he order
ed the napkin and glass without COM
ment
That's a pigeon pie, for you--the
real thing. Can't get a decent meat
pie in New York. Don't know how to
make 'em. Just try that crust"
One of the mandolin musicians now
came through carrying his hat in
which he jingled a few coins.
The Wrong Place.
The school teachers contributed
some coppers and then he paused at
W arren : elDOW. warren glanced al
the extended hat and then up at the
man with a curt:
What's that for"
"The-the music. sir" he stam-
mered
THE devil" roared Warren. How
much will you take to shut up and
get OUT"
But the man had discreetly disap-
peared.
Under the benign influence of the
pigeon and the second mug Of ale,
Warren gradually grew less churlish.
And by the time the toasted cheese
came on he was so genial that Helen
ventured a tentative:
Dear. while we're hear, we ought
TO see it all. They might have some
interesting things up stairs"
"Oh. all right, Wen go up If you
want TO. Come on, then, if we're GO
ing We want TO beat those school
marms to it, L couldn't stand for
their comments"
They climbed up the steep, dark
stairs to the quaint old rooms above.
There was a DR.. Johnson desk which
Warren shifted at as a fake. There
was copy of the first edition of
JohnSon's dictionary and some auto
graphed letters which he inspected
with interest There was also the
huge kettel in which they make the
ram JUS 1DeeISledk Ite every w tuneSOdy
during the winter. -.
But to Helen the rooms themselves
appealed most. She loved the curious
windows and the low, irregular cell
ings.
Not so bad" commented Warren.
as they came down. That's the first
edition of the dictionary all right
and it's worth a lot of money"
Encouraged by this Helen ventured
to ask for one of the booklets. IT'S
foolish, 1 know-but I should like one
to take home"
Better have some post cards with
it," he scoffed. but the derision was
good humored now. do the thing up
right while you're at it,"
We'll, dear. it wasn't such a bad
place" declared Helen when they fl
nally came out on Fleet st. -.
"Oh. it's all right" tolerantly.
Guess the food makes up for the
tourist slush. That pigeon pie was
great