The Ronan pioneer. [volume] (Ronan, Mont.) 1910-1970, 1916-11-24
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BUTTE NOW FED
BY MACHINERY
NOVEL RESTAURANT WHERE
MINER AND MILLIONAIRE
ARE SERVED QUICKLY.

Novel Method Of Caring for the Hun
cry Is Very Popular and Is Making
Fortune for the Owner Of Chequa-
megon.
The millionaires of Butte are now
being fed by machinery. Sounds like
fiction, but it is fact. At feeding
time the $6-a-day miner and the mar
ket made plutocrat foregather at the
Chequamegon Resembles the name
OF Pullman sleeping car, doesn't it?
But it is restaurant, and good one
the lunch counter de luxe of the
world. When Percy Rockefeller comes
to Butte to see if his miners are get
ting out as much copper ore as they
should for Sc per day, he eats there.
The miner who delves by day or by
night in the bowels Of Percy's richest
hill in the world, eats there, too. Per-
haps they sit alongside of each other,
and Percy will pass the pepper to Pat,
and enjoy the experience. It is not
because of the food, although the food
is as good DIS can be had at the lob
ster places of Broadway, or the serv-
ice, which is excellent, or because the
waiter calls you by your first name,
but it is because of all these thinos
coupled with the novelty of eating by
machinery. a process that was invent
ed by Tom Casey, the owner of the
Chequamegon and whose ingenuity is
making him clean profit of $4,000 ner
month.
Eating by Machinery.
You 60 into a long narrow room
that is lined with plate glass mirrors.
A pretty girl cashier smiles at you
mechanically as you enter and you i'm
mediately think of chicken-to eat.
AS you walk down the long lunch
counter looking for seat, your mir
rored image approaches you from
dozen different angles. You feel like
lodging out of the way of yourself,
but instead you mechanically slip into
a seat at the lunch counter. Sliding
into your seat starts the machinery
going, and up through slot comes
your dinner plate, and the silver. From
a tube in the counter slips hermetic-
ally sealed napkin, numbered. You
whisper into this same tube and the
chef, in the basement below, catches
your order for Bill Owsley T-bone,
the kind that they don t have in Nome.
The chef pulls lever which releases
a steak, and it slips down on the
broiler. In few minutes mechanic
ally inclined waiter brings you your
steak Sizing hot. Even your steak
knife is razor sharp, so that YOU
will lose no time in cutting it up. Ev-
erything is speeded up to save time,
feed you quickly, and get you out of
the way, SO as to make room for the
hungry fellow who is waiting.
Everyone in Hurry.
The man next to you is eating fast
so as to get through and go to Ike
brokerage office, to see
how much money he has made on Da-
Wis DAILY while lunching. AL Green's
steak was little long in coming the
other day and when he had finished
he found that he had made $500
just while eating lunch. You eat fast
too, and soon you have satisfied your
appetite.
With the wrinkles entirely removed
from your anatomy You approach the
pretty cashier. In the meantime the
chef has telephoned to the cashier and
a combination between dictaphone
and photograph thunders at you
as you put your hand in your pocket,
Ninety cents" Startled, you pay it,
md as you turn around to glance down
he counter you see the dishes on
which your dinner was served snapped
upon revolving belt, which shoots
hem back to the dishwashing room.
You go out into the busy street think
ng that DeWolf Hopper was all
wrong about the great Casey. The
'eal Casey, head Of the Casey clan, is
If Butte, and his habitat is the Che
luamegon.
Incidentally the Chequamegon is a
oothsome var1nint which thrives in
he Michigan woods. William Davy,
Who founded the Chequamegon, and
Who fed the voters Of Butte so we'll
hat they made him take off his white
lpron to serve in the mayors chair,
united it in it's native wilds when he
vas hoy. He says it is the best eat
ng he ever came in contact with, and
ecause of this fact he named his place
he Chequamegon.
Compulsory Farming.
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