The Mobridge news. [volume] (Mobridge, Walworth Co., S.D.) 190?-1917, 1914-12-25

lows Sdlu Hdu cIdHSeu d great ueaI
since September"
George had just arrived few hours
before for his first vacation back
from college. He had, indeed, been
very anxious to get home again
among his old friends. The weary
hours on the train he had whiled
away by telling the other boys about
all the dances he was going to at
tend with Dorothy Smyth, "somc
classy girl from Bryn Mawr."
In the course Of the dinner Doctor
Porter could not but take down his
son little. The all-impOrtant fra
ternity man was roasted considerably
for his Overbearing manner. However,
George took it all with the stole dig
nifty Of the captain Of the freshman
football team. AS a matter Of fact
dad sank considerably in his sons
estimation.
After dinner Georges older sister
Mary asked him whether he was 60
ing to call up Dorothy for the Christ
mas dance at the Hadleys.
cav, pshaw, here a fellow works
in his best blase, "he comes home for
a little rest, and then you expect
him to dance. And half the girls at
school have it on Dorothy anyhow"
What are you going to give her
for Christmas" said Mary, hiding a
smile, for she knew just how George
felt about Dorothy.
Gee, | never thought about that;
and I've but ten cents to my name"
This last statement showed just
how good a time he had with his
fraternity brothers the last days be-
fore vacation.
Make it G.. o. D., George. Call
on dad; he'll give all you'll need
mot on your life came back
George, "a college man must be able
fellows work their way. I'll go out
to earn the money myself tomorrow.
Besides, I've been roasted enough"
True to his word George Porter was
out early the next morning looking
for remuneratve toll. A window-card
in a large cafeteria, Help Wanted"
arrested his attention. He strolled up
to the fat proprietor. seated behind
the cash register. and honored him by
offering him a college mans services.
ANY experience in the kitchen?"
he was asked.
In spite of the fact that the total
OF Georges kitchen experience con-
sisted of few evenings fudge-mak-
ing at Dorothy's, he said boldly, Il
sure have"
Where"
This confused him a little "Aw-
er-at a friends last winter"
so you've been at Friends cafe?
Well, I'll take you. A dollar and e.
half a day and meals Just go to the
kitchen and get a white coat"
George had bluffed and he was 60
ing to make good the bluff. He
rushed around at great speed send
ing the soiled dishes to the kitchen.
Accidently he picked up half piece
VI ltiliOll pic tuC vi NllCll UdQ
just gone to the ice water faucet to
repenish her glass. Wait a
minute with my pie, if you please"
said the old maid victim of Georges
zeal. mo, I won't take anything
back out Of the mess on your tray,
either. You go and get me another at
your expense"
The hero of many football battle
here showed yellow streak. He
bought the pie for the injured guest.
Probably due to his anger over 1.-The
cid hen" he next scattered the silver
all over the floor. Without the least
thought of sanitation he replaced it
on the stand. Suddenly the boss told
him to carry all the silver to the
kitchen to have it washed Here the
angry Irish cook gave him hot re-
ception, why didn't you just take it
TO the kitchen and back. The guests
would have thought it was clean, but
now they kicked to the boss. Take
boy. he has no idea of cleanliness" :"
Christmas shoppers coming into the
cafeteria reminded George of his gift
One dollar-fifty was not much, but he
would not ask dad for more under any
consideration. Finally he decided on
something that has been the last re-
source Of many young mana box
of candy.
A whole day with soiled dishes,
half-consumed food. and scolding was
bad enough. but the worst came when
two of Georges pals came in during
the afternoon. Like a maiden sur
prised at her dip at the spring.
George went into hiding. The man.
ager happened to see him ducking
behind the counter, and asked him,
what allied hirn.
"Pst, don't :et them see me!' said
George.
who? Are the police after ye?"
eaid the ma1ager and grabbed him by
the collar.
This was too much for George. r.
bowled owe. the manager and rushed