The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1920-09-23
Revelations
ola Wife
What Happened at the Restaurant.
BY ADELE GARRISON.

What Happened at the Restaurant.
The chicken salad is very good to-
day" The waiter bent deferentially
toward my mother-in-law We were
sitting at a table near the fireplace in
Fraunce's Tavern the old pre-revoIu-
tionary inn of downtown New York,
which has been restored by the Sons
of the Revolution.
Have you ever eaten the chicken
salad here?" the elder Mrs Graham
asked the question of me sharply, to-
tally ignoring the man at her elbow.
Yes, indeed and 1 have found il
very good 1 replied. My mother-in-
law shifted. There isn't a restaurant
cook in the world that can prepare
chicken properly, even for a salad"
she said decidedly.
Her tones were clear and carried
halfway across the room. A number
of diners turned and stared frankly
at US, and some of them could not
conceal their smiles at my militant
companion.
To me there is nothing so painful
as to be the object of attention in a
public place. But from my slight ex-
perience with my husbands mother
| think l can count upon being sub
jected to many wondering stares if
accompany her on her trips.
The elder Mrs. Graham has no
thought for the opinion of any one
save herself. Whatever she wishes to
do she does with a royal disregard
of criticism which would be superb if
it were not so annoying.
l wondered idly if this characteristic
of hers was not one reason why Dicky
had shifted the conducting of her
sight seeing trip from his shoulders to
mine.
What else is there" Mrs. Graham
turned to the waiter with a movement
so quick and imperative that it brought
him to attention as if he were a SOL
der.
Almost everything. maam," he MUIR
INJURED Grab flake salad, lobster
salad"
My mother-i in law cut him short. I
do not mean salads. 1 mean meats"
He was evidently an inexperienced
waiter for he fumbled with the menu
card and started to look through the
list of meats. His slow movements
seemed to exasperate the elder Mrs.
Graham, for she took the card from his
hand put up her lorgnette.
IF this is a specimen of the ser
vice" she commented acidly, 1T strikes
me that the diners who had Sam
Fraunces for a host were much better
off than we are
AZ Was Chilled Through"
l made no reply, not knowing, in
deed. but what any answer Of mine
might irritate her further. She scanned
the menu frowningly. is there any
thing special you want to eat?" she
demanded in a tone that seemed to ad-
nit of no answer save the one I gave
her.
mo. just dupica~ your own order"
I said quietly. I had no idea OF what
she was going to order, but it did not
matter much to me. I was too much
upset over the scene of a few moments
before to care what food went into my
mouth.
The elder Mrs. Graham evidently ap-
proved of my decision. She turned to
the waiter. Two chicken salads, two
orders of French fried potatoes, an
order Of olives and one of radishes
ana some french TOtlS- lou may
bring two cups of chicken brother be
fore the salad, but be sure to have
IT steaming hot. Bring two cups Of
coffee with the salad. win choose
the dessert later"
had to admit that my mother-in-
law had chosen an appetizing lunch,
even if she had been arbitrary about
It's selection. I leaned back and