The Pleasantville press. (Pleasantville, N.J.) 1912-1929, 1916-01-29

was lue u~dlDerulef ) nOufS. ne SOs
two meals with us help and 81 {
night. | eat with him at the table.
He liked me. He never told his name.
He was travelling impromptu, like
kings, l guess. The first time at sup
per l says to him, Have some more
of the spuds, Mr.. Frelinghuysen.' oh,
don't be SO formal and offish. Eight
Gen. says he. Call me Hal-that's
short for hGlberdier.' oh, don't think
l wanted to pry for Names says 1.
I know all about the dizzy fall from
wealth and greatness. We've got o
count washing dishes in the kitchen.
and the third bartender used to be a
Pullman conductor. And they work,
Sir Percival,' says l, sarcastic.
Eighteen says he, as a friendly
devil In a cabbage scented hell, would
you mind cutting up this piece of steak
for me? l don't say that it's got more
muscle than l have, but And then
he shows me the insides of his hands.
They was blistered and cut and corn
ed and swelled up till they looked like
a couple of flank steaks crisscrossed
with a knife-the kind the butchers
hide and take home, knowing what is
the best.
"'Shoveling COAL says he, and pill
ing bricks and loading drays. But
they gave out, and 1 had to resign.
was born for a halberdier, and I've
been educated for t%wenty-four years tc
fill the position. Now quit knocking
my profession and pass along a lot
more Of that ham. I'm holding the
closing exercises says he, of a forty
eight hour fast
1.-THE second night he was on the job
he walks down from his corner to the
cigar case and calls for cigarettes. The
customers at the tables all smoker out
loud to show their acquaintance with
history. The boss is on.
CAN let's see-oh, yes, AN anarch-
ISM says the boss. Cigarettes was
not made at the time when halberdiers
was invented
1.-The ones you sell was,' says Sir
Percival. 'Caporal wins from chronol-
ogy by the length of a cork tip Sc
he gets 'em and lights one and puts
the box in his brass helmet and goes
back to patroling the RindslOsh.
"He made a big hit, specially with
the ladies. Some of 'em would poke
him with their fingers to see if he was
real or only a kind Of a stuffed figure
like they burn in elegy. And when
he'd nov they'd squeak and make
nuoC nt hin, o, +6o- x-o-+ $50 - a.
slosh. He looked fine In his halber
dashery. He slept at 50 a week in a
hall room On Third e He in
vited me up there one night. He had
a little book on the washstand that he
read instead of shopping in the saloons
after hours. I'm on to that says l.
from reading about it in novels. AL
the heroes on the bum carry the little
book. It's either Tantalus or Liver OF
Horace I'M Is printed in Latin, and
you're a college man. And l wouldn't
be surprised, says l, if you wasn't
educated too But it was only the
batting averages of the league for the
last ten years.
"One night about half past II there
comes in a party of these high rollers
that are always hunting up new places
to eat in and poke fun at. There wa
a swell girl in a forty HIP. auto tan
coat and veil, and a fat old man with
white side whiskers, and a young chap
that couldn't keep his feet off the tail
of the girls coat, and an oldish lady
that looked upon life as immoral and