Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1917-06-24
HEARD AND SEEN.

i When you go to Portland, Me-. you
will hear that II is the cleanest city
on earth: that Longfellow is remem-
potatoes exported from its wharves IL
placed end to end would girdle the
universe twelve times.
Take in all these sights. and then
, visit the lunchroom in the railroad
station.
And then YOU will see the greatest
exhibition of pastry on earth. II will
ioverwhelm you. stupefy you and. II you
have a tendency that way. VIII start
you on a career of dyspepsia by the
stupendous weight of the suggestion
laid out befora your eyes You will
see pies by the hale. by the basket. by
the barrel-a feast for some down asst
GarEantua that stupefies the magma
tion and leaves one powerless 10
describe ftly and aptly tho great
frontier of pastry confronting the
weary traveller as he staggers through
the doorway.
, II one could he blinded by the sight
of pie Gas Representatives routy OF
Iowa claimed to be blinded by the
,, sight of untaxed diamonds) he would
need an oculist in the Portland rail-
road station The landscape in that
large restaurant is dotted with pies
so closely that in the distance the
entire surface seems to be one mass OF
pie without interstices-not even a
little chink in which to insert a bit
of cheese.
The restaurant is fitted with stand
up counters. so arranged with rela-
ton to floor space that the largest
possible number of weary travellers
can rest their chests against the pie
bulwarks at one and the same time
Then. atop this series of counters, is
spread the serried ranks of rhubarh,
apple, lemon. custard and cocoanut
PIE 1t is placed there in plates. each
plate touching its neighbor with not
a hairs breadth intervening. There
is nothing else in sight in all that
| restaurant but this unbroken line OF
pie. pie. pie: arranged according to an
nnbroken Overwhelmingly, apple
lemon. custard and cocoanut, and so on
over and over and over again
There is not salt cellar, a vinegar
cruet nor a mustard jar. nor any OF
the well known accessories to the
ordinary railroad restaurant: nothing
but row upon row of pie.
When the weary New England
traveller is hungry he approaches the
pie line and. walking down the counter
comes to his favorite--be it rhubart
or apple or lemon or custard or cocoa
nut. Then he anchors himself there
has fork showed into his hand by a
dign1ned PIE ShepherdesS behind the
bulwark and starts to eat
The shepherdess will ask:
"Caw-fyo"
He VIII MUNICH and grunt his &C.
quiescence and receive in exchange a
cup of cawfy-it is certainly not cof-
fee-and then. having had another
piece of pie for dessert, will pay his
bill and depart.
On one of Col. Bill Sterrett's visits in
Washington some one showed him the
scale of tarpon. 1t was as big as a
silver dollar. or bigger. and as thick As
a rubber heel Col. Bill had never seen
tarpon scale or a tarpon in all his lie
albeit he has lived a lively and varie-
gated life in Texas. With the aid of a
| fine imagination. however. he was able
to construct in his own mind a picture
of fish large enough to be scaled with
dollar-siZe scales and it filled him with
admiration and respect.
Where did they catch him. he
asked.
I'm the Gulf of Mexico"
| myself and / never heard of such fish
much less saw one"
His friend enlightened him on the
subject OF the tarpon and tarpon fish
ing. which is in the same class with
submarine chasing when it comes to ex-
element. A fine young buck of a tar