The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1914-06-25
WORKING A JOB
ON A BIG BLUFF
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self in front of the range and began
taking things in, in general.
The little Chicago Waitress, sticks
her head in the kitchen doorway and looks
me over, then she hollers.
ga grave yard stew. And then
leafs it back into the dining room.
knew l was pretty tough looking mutt,
considering my two weeks stay in the hos
pital, and knew was kind of stew; but
didn't think looked so bad that any one
would call me grave yard stew. |
thought perhaps she was just trying me out,
to see if was good natured or not.
In couple of minutes she comes back,
and once more shoves her head around the
kitchen door and hollers.
"Adam and Eve on a raft; wreck 'em.'
didn't pay much attention to her that
time. cause l thought she was sprIngng
the name of one of those new Chicago
dances on me, aud let her have her little
say, so yells back, ''Sure Mike" and
picking up pan beats it for the cellar, to
see if couldn't find some beans for that
New England boiled dinner.
l knew New England boiled dinner was
something consisting of beans, because
Boston was the bean town, it was located in
Massachusetts and Massachusetts, was in the
New England states. So had it all doped
out that New England boiled dinner was
some kind of boiled beans.
The Blow Up
| After l was down there five or ten min
utes, Miss Waitress comes to the head of
the stairs and yells:
Where's my grave yard stew?''
Here am, l answers, and beats it up
stairs, two at time.
She was standing with her back to the
cellar stairs, her arms akimbo, while she
gazed concentratingly at the stove.
For mercy sakes, you haven't even got
them on yet, nor my eggs either, she says
when reached the scene of operation.
"Don't you understand the English Ian.
guage?' she wants to know. Didn't l
give you the orders for milk-toast and
scrambled eggs on toast?''
"You didn't spring nothing like that on
me, | answers, you've been calling me
fresh names ever since I've been on the job,
that's about all I've heard from you.''
Mrs. Cave-I mean-Smith, puts in an
unheralded appearance just then, and Miss
Waitress began stampeding her with her
troubles, after which The Cave makes few
prestidigiating passes toward the stove with
couple of eggs and four or FIVE slices of
Don't you understand common cooks
language" she asks, "Don't you know
anything at ali? Where's the steaks told
you to cut! Where's the pastry3''
'1'll tell you madam l says stiff1y, 81
| didn't make the paste-ry cause l didn't
know whether you wanted the blamed stuff
boiled or fried. You'll find the steaks cut,
and in the ice-box.' -
She goes into the ice-b box and fishes out
one of my steaks and holds it up before me.
do you call this a steak?'' she asks.
his isn't steak, it's pot roast. If
sold steaks like this I'd be bankrupt in a
week."
Then she noticed the pan of beans under
my arm.
"What's them for1'' She inquiries ex-
citedly.
"Why l was getting them ready for the
New England boiled dinner. tells her,
She didn't say anything more, but she
reaches behind the ice-box and grabs ten
dollar John B. My John B. Then she
reaches behind the ice-box once more and
grabs sheepskin vest. My sheepskin vest.
Then l receives both of them and at the
same time shove, between the shoulder
blades.
Cecil she yells, ''Get out, and for the
lord sake, II anybody ever asks you ii you
are cook, again. Tell them you don't
know no more about cooking, than a mos
quito knows about making honey
Eyes, l hollers back from the sidewalk.
If any dub ever tells me to do some bluffing
to land another job again. I'm going to tell
that dub, that he don't know no more
about giving advice, than prairie dog
knows about manufacturing woodchucks
out of sawdust
Then singlefoots it down to the depot.