Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1919-07-13
By ROBERT WELLS RICHIE.
(Universal Service Staff Correspondent.)

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~ London, July /, 1919,
To William Quick, Proprietor O.
cidental hotel. Buffalo, Wyo.:
Dear Bill: You remember me
Bill; I'm the man you and the boys
who happened to be in town that
Saturday night tried to put over the
jumps the first time I blew into Buff
falo along with old Joe LeFors. You
did this, Bill. just because you and
the rest thought l was an easterner,
and when you found | came from
California and eased off bit we all
sat down and had regular session
in your back room, where the pic
ture OF Clusters Last Fight" hangs
on the wall. Yes, and l remember,
Bill, your assistant had a cast in his
right eye and nobody who was not
hep to him could tell whether he
was anxious about the change from
the last one or who was going to
stand for the next one.
hope, Bill, that boy has a job
with the government now; as far as
/ can see from reading the home
papers, the government needs him.
Well, anyway, I'm going to write
you lot of stuff that haSAno rirht
to be in the news, because there's
no news about it. You see, Bill. old
top, I'm regular reporter now;
you and the rest of the Buffalo boys
thought was a highbrow who
wrote fancy stories about things that
never happened. Maybe I did; but
I've reformed, and | live in London,
and God knows, Bill, that's as bad
as being "black-balled" out in your
Wyoming country. You know the
T-bone steaks your Tillie in the
dining room, with geraniums at the
windows, used to serve, for the mat
ter of that. Well, Bill, when I wake
up suddenly at night over here and
cast back over the dreams I've been
dreaming I discover they're all about
that T-bone steak and the real
honey you used to set out witt the
fapjacks in the morning, and the
trout right out of Clear Creek, up
near Soldiers home. broiled, and
with three knife marks down the
flanks for the bacon juice to pene-
trate.
Bill Quick, you never can under
stand how terrible are those dreams
in Londonl
Lose Weight on Hoof.
But I didn't start to write on the
eats question. Anybody from the
U. S. A. who did that in London
would lose from three to five pounds
right on the hoof and be in no shape
for shipping with the rest of the
2-year-olds. What I started out to
do was to tell you and the rest IF
the boys who get together in Old
Man Whosis' back room on Satur-
day nights-old Hard Winter Davis
from Crazy Squaw and the rest of
the old-timers-one or two things
which make London different from
the rest of America. You know.
Bill, the doodle entendre" stuff. q
got that phrase while was in Paris,
Bill; what do you think of it for a
whizzer?)
For instance, when you're in the
Savoy bar-which the real Ameri-
cans call the swamp because it's so
wet compared with the rest Of the
Strand-when you're in the afore-
said bar, Bill, and somebody orders
a round and everything's all set,
some short-haired muley lifts his
glass and says, "Cheerio," and every
body puts his away pronto. Get
Nat, Bill; "Cheerio?" Now what
do you think of that?
"Cheerow With a Drink.
Not, How" or Down the rat
hole" or anything Christian like
that. But "Cheerio!" Just as if some
shorthorn from Keokuk, Ioway,
should sit into party in your back
room in the Occidental and buy one
and then, say "Grandma's chintz
piano cover" or something quick
and snappy like that.
Bill and boys, I've been in Lon