The Washington herald., 1917-01-28
TYPES
by SARA NooRE.
To Order

the othsr wattressss were blonds.
She had flustered through the nrst
Few meals with = not unkindly head
waitress spillins directions and crisi-
ctsrns at her elbow. But now that aha
had been sufficiently trained to be left
TO her own devices, she had leisure
to study the place and thu people. and
to understand why shs had bssn given
tables in the rsmotsst darkest corner
of the big restaurant
Blondnsss was a. much q speciality
of the place a. salt mackerel 10 on
Friday. Fair haired beauty garnished
the Ia Ia carte menu as pointedly as
parsley garnishes chicken. Creamy
skinned goddssses moved under the
electric lights With . glitter Of locks
guaranteed to lure tips from the
pockets Of tho Oldest Newark COM
mutsr. They were tray pushers who,
no matter what the style in fash
ionabls female figures, maintain a
corvex curve tetween neat tight coll
lars and very trtg. dipped-at-the-
front. belts
Annie, the only brunette in I'll, es-
tablishnent. shrank missrably. She
felt very flat, very tiny, very ark.
She was kind to the shy old aides
who sought seolusion in her ra.note
corner. She knew that the tips given
by spinstsrs and bachelor girls were
often much larger than tips flung
down BY calculating males. But some.
how, AZ the noon hour. It irritated her
to have to ovsrhsar the gay banter
from the other tablea
There's only one way to be pop
ular in that joint" she told her sis
ter" And that is by the peroxide
routs. Amt had an invitation to as
much as a movie since I been workin'
there. For all the chances have to
acquire a steady, / might as well be
a dressmaker."
The one male person who regularly
sought a place at her tables was the
proprietor. The first information the
head waitress had given her was that
Calhoun was a widower. aged IS, and
that the Titian-haired cashier, who
wore a different colored bead necklace
every day, was to be Mrs. Calhoun
number two.
Annie rather liked him. Her last
had a rick Of staring at the in
girls collar while he jollied her about
"fsllas' and good times
Calhoun's conversation was above
reproach. They talked about the best
dressing for plum pudding, the Irish
martyrs, the poor Belgians and the
weather and its effect on table salt
They were both strongly pro-ally. But
Annie's other name was Murphy and
EnGlands treatment OF Robert Case
ment wet-blanketed her loyalty for
few days. Calhoun's other names
were Michael Patrick.
One noon the reddish-haired cashier
remarked to the head waitress that
Mr.. c. spent an awful lot of time
over a luncheon. which should have
been cut short because it was cabbage
and-corned-beef day, a dish which he
usually loathed.
The head waitress turned her long
level stare toward the out-of-the-
wsy corner.
Don't you worry. kid said the
head waitress, reassuringly. II
drifted by minute ago an they was
taIkin' about the new styles of prime
ministers in England. All real edu-
catiouaI.''
well. there amt no harm in prime
ministers" sighed TIE cashicr-a de-
cisiOn which would have been shared
by both Annie and her boss.
Restaurant sentiment. according to
their experience. progressed along
certain lines. 1t began with JoIlying.
waded through picture shows. Sunday
excursions to CUney. and usually end
cd in one Of three cIimaxes-matri-
mony a quarrel. or discovery by the
mans wife.
Calhoun was so convinced that
curves and bIondness were his final
standa of wOmanly beauty he
scarcely considered that any attention
to a brunette could arouse jealousy in
q blond. admiration in himself. 1t
was only when the cashier had hys-
terics. one afternoon, and definitely
threw him over" that he woke up.
He had not known that the cashier
interpreted his badinage as senti-
mental interest-amounting almost to
an engagement to marry. Nor had he
ever loked upon the flat. dark per-
son In the corner as anything more
than rather bright little girl
handy. and willing but not likely to
attract and hold permanent trade.
Annie had never so much as batted
one filtration smile in his direction.
lie had never much pinched her
hand. When he seated himself fos the
next meal he looked up at her self
consciously. for the words of the de-
parted cashier were still ringing in
his ears. Suddenly, to his confusion.
she be 1t close.
You'd better keep your eye on that
dago dishwasher, Mr.. Calhoun" she
whispered. He stands in with the
chef an I've reason to suspect that
they are passin supplies out to friends
who sneak up the alley to the back
door"
The boss was vaguely disappointed
One expects something more of a
whisper. And that queer little feeling
Of disappointment and self-conscIous
ness were the beginning of his special
interest in tn unblond girl
One evening she approached his ia
Bile grimly.
Mr.. Calhoun" she began. "as IA
vor. I wish you'd give me a better
table, near the door. Here in the
outskirts 1 amt maxim enough tips
10 buy shoelaces."
Near the door," repeated Calhoun.
"Yeh. Oh, I know your idea that
The blonds bring trade and-I know
YOU are right. I haven't seen all my
blond friends get husbands one right
after another without any trouble
without me lesrnin' something. An
want a chance now for myself"
"a chance"
"Bein' a blond"
She opened the drawer of the service
able nearby. and extracted a bottle.
IN her other hand she held forth
package.