The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1917-11-03
HE DELIVERED EGGS
One of Owners of Seymour Packing
Company Was Not Too Proud.

Down on Busy Row" in Topeka
today they are telling a good story on
George Bowman, one of the owners
of the big Seymour Packing company.
1t seems that this big concern
doesn't worry much over local trade.
It ships from its Topeka plant many
carloads of chickens and eggs to all
parts of the United States, but finds 1t
unnecessary to devote much attention
to the retail trade in this city.
The other day a small lower Kansas
avenue restaurant ordered a case of
eggs The restaurant keeper said he
couldn't get them any other place IN
town, didn't want to bother the Sey-
mour people, and all that, but had to
have the eggs that day. The order
was taken and an immediate deliv-
cry promised.
Owing to some oversight the deliv-
cry was not made thru the regular
delivery force and just before the Of
flee closed in the evening, frantic
phone call was answered. 1--WE must
have those eggs right away, the
keeper of the inn cried.
Harry Perry and George Bowman,
| the two partners in the Seymour
plant, were the only ones in the office.
1 They decided they would load the
eggs in Perry's car and deliver them.
! They drove to restaurant and the
two men dug the eggs out of the ton
neau of the machine. The way they
handled them-considering the bone
| dry law-was enough to arouse sus-
| picion. Finally Bowman was able to
| wrap his arms around the case ana
staggering across the sidewalk he
made for the front door. Upon reach
/ ing it he laid down the eggs laborious-
| Iy, Strengthened up with sigh, opened
| the door, picked up the eggs painfully,
walked in the restaurant, laid down
/ the case. closed the door, picked up
/ the eggs and started for the cashiers
| desk. Again he laid down the load
and spoke to the cashier. Perry, in
/ fiendinsh glee, was watching him from
! the comfortable seat of the car out on
the street. Apparently something was
wrong because Bowman bent over,
| picked up the eggs, walked like a man
with the govt to the front door, laid
/ down the eggs, opened the door
picked up the eggs, walked outside,
laid down the eggs, closed the door
| and went growing down the street.
! whats the matter, George ?'' Per-
/ ry yelled. But George wasn't in a
speaking mood. He shifted his burst
/ ing cigar from one corner of his
mouth to the other and went on.
He reached the front door of the
restaurant next door to his original
stop. Laying down the eggs he open
ed the door, picked up the eggs,
walked in, laid down the eggs. closed
the door. picked up the eggs and
/ almost a fainting spell he dropped the
case of hen fruit to the floor.
"Whatcher got Thereof a round
faced waitress inquired from behind
tray of steaming soup and
"A case CT eggs from the Seymour
Packing company" answered Mr..
Bowman politely but out of breath
| They don't belong in here the
girl food dispenser informed him
harshly. Take them +, out in the
Kitchen
NonpIussed, but willing to serve,
this business man. rated like an air
plane in Bradstreet's, stretched his
arms out of his overcoat sleeves, bent
over picked up the eggs, and resting
them as best they would fit on his
tailored front, stumbled among the
tables to the kitchen. Pushing open
the swinging door, where he almost
met with an accident. he staggered
into the smoky interior and actually
cast the case, eggs and all to the table
in the corner.
"Say. guy" admonished the sur
prised cook, waving a huge knife in
his hand. Next time you come
snoopin' around here with your de-
livery stuff, come down the alley and
bring it in the back door. This amt
no freight depot
The story should have ended here
but somehow or other it got out and
has been travelling thru business cir
cles in moments of levity ever since
Meanwhile Harry Perry insists that
the popular motto, Let George Do
It. is always apropos