Cut Bank pioneer press. [volume] (Cut Bank, Mont.) 1909-current, 1916-11-24
Pioneer S,ffragette All But Captured the Convention
Prohhjomsts Asked for Sunday Closing; Early Day Mama Chnra Lost in Shuttle
BUTTE NOW FED
BY MACHINERY
NOVEL RESTAURANT WHERE
MINER AND MILLIONAIRE
ARE SERVED QUICKLY.

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 a fact. At feeding
time the $6-a-day miner and the mar
ket made plutocrat foregather at the
Chequamegon . Resembles the name
of a Pullman sleeping car, doesn't itq
But it is a restaurant, and a good n
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. 1t is not
because of the food, although the food
is as good as 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 per
month.
Eating by Machinery.
You go 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
e counter looking for a seat, your mir
rored image approaches you from a
= 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 a slot comes
Y your dinner plate, and the silver. From
4 a tube in the counter slips a hermetic-
ally sealed napkin, numbered. Yor
whisper into this same tube and thu
chef, in the basement below, catches
your order for a Bill Owsley T-bone,
the kind that they don It have in Nome.
The chef pulls a lever which releases
a steak, and it slips down on the
broiler. In a few minutes a 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.
t Everyone in a Hurry.
The mar next to you is eating fast
so as to get through and go to Ike
! Heilbronner's brokerage office, to see
> how much money he has made on Da-
, Wis Daily while lunching. Al Green's
u steak was a 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 a dictaphone
and a photograph thunders at you
! as you put your hand in your pocket,
= "Ninety cents" Startled, you pay it,
and as you turn around to glance down
the counter you see the dishes on
which your dinner was served snapped
t upon a revolving belt, which shoots
them back to the ~dishwashing room.
You go out into the busy street think
, ing that DeWolf Hopper was all
e wrong about the great Casey. The
t real Casey, head of the Casey clan, is
of Butte, and his habitat is the Che
S quamegon.
Incidentally the Chequamegon is a
o toothsome varmint which thrives in
the Michigan woods. William Davy,
F., who founded the Chequamegon, and
who fed the voters of Butte so well
that they made him take off his white
apron to serve in the mayors chair,
hunted it in its native wilds when he
was a boy. He says it is the best eat
n ing he ever came in contact with, and
because of this fact he named his place
the Chequamegon.