Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1918-10-19
Little Talks by
Beatrice Fairfax
BY Beatrice Fairfnx

service IN lunch room where there
are women Mattresses? l make it
a rule to tip, even if my lunch costs
no more than forty cents. yet there
l sit, like Patience on a monument,
while any man can get prompt and
excellent service.
Sometimes while l am waiting
three male creatures next me are
successfully fed and go their way
rejoicing, while / wait for a sulky.
What's yours?
These men do not tip, as a rule,
beyond says something like this:
| What's your first name, anyhow,
Peace or Pippin?' and the waitress
goes on her way rejoicing.
And there l sit till l lose my
patience and leave the place, or ap-
ply to the headwaiter for a little at
thfss which is beyond my compre-
hension. l am a business woman
myself. and | try to have patience
with my SEX
The explanation for this, goes
back a good many years-to the
Garden of Eden, to be exact
Where Adam ate the apple, not be-
larly, but because a lady tempted
him and it is only human to sue
cumb to temptation at the hands
of a lady.
And they have been keeping it up
ever since-these children of Adam
and Eve-doing something outside
the line of regular duty, for a smile,
"a compliment, or just because some
one of the opposite sex expects it.
My sympathy goes out to the poor
lady, sitting in the luch room
wrapped in savage stoicism, with
a dime, or maybe fifteen cents,
conspicuously displayed as a reward
to the waitress who pays no atten-
ton, and who in the meantime,
neglects the tip, and rushes breath
less to the kitchen for the sake of
r compliment.
1t is the question: What's your
first name, Peach or Pippin?" that
does the trick and the waitress
whose name may be Mary Jane and
look it too. for a second, flashes
into something that may very
And through a rose colored haze she
floats to the kitchen and battles
with the cook for the best thing
on the carving table.
What's in u Tip?
What's a tip compared to the de-
liciously heady feeling a compli-
ment can give? Perhaps it isn't
battling with the cook over the
question of white meat may realize
its pinchbeck quality, but for the
moment it enables her to hold up
her head like beauty.
| And the business woman sits
/ flashing her dime, meantime, and
not getting even a nibble for it.
but the woman patron sits on for
ever, to once more take liberties
I with Tennyson's Brook"
/ A Pippin is not especially inter-
ested in a detached adime, she
doesn't get enough of them to
change the map of her. AS few
represent something she has heard
vaguely described as "unearned in
crement," and Hetty Green has
never appealed to her as a patron
saint. She is more interested in
Mary Pickford, Elsie Ferguson and
Billie Burke. And so finally, with
an air of resignation, the witress
Squires: What's yours"
And the business woman, with the
acid patience that benefits an ex-
pert stenographer shamefully treat
ed, repeats the order she has been
champing like a bit for. the past
twenty minutes. She confers the
dime on Pippin, as one who is
angelic enough to reward a crime,
and departs.
Attraction on a Higher Plane
NCIS PIObdDly lnt "OIil-
an fails to grasp that things are
conducted in hte office where she is
employed on much the same prin-
| ciple as they are with Pippin in the
lunch room, only on a higher plane.
And not only in that office, but
pretty much all over the world we
find the fatal quality of attraction
as a motive force.
Ever since Eve pointed out the
annie that took her fancy and
Adam picked, it-against his better
! judgment-that mysterious force
called attraction has been doing
| things, not according to Hoyle, but
| by strange and devious ways past
understanding.
| No one in that Office would, of
course. inquire if the experts first
name were Pippin. But the presi-
| dent of the concern, a. terribly i'm
portant' old gentleman, intimates
| that he doesn't know how he could
accomplish everything he has to do
| in one day, if Providence had not
sent him so expert stenographer.
| And the expert, who Is somewhat
past the age of foolishness, doesn't
mind the extra hour or so she
spends after closing time, to get
things CLEANED up" It's that kind
of compliment that does the trick
with her.
And Charlie Brown, though he is
years younger than the expert,
likes her enormously. She i'm
presses him as the right sort for
her job and she is quite amusing
too. So despite the fifteen years
difference in their ages, they have
some very pleasant little chats that
help to brighten the daily grind.
Now the expert would not be
human II she were not fiattered by