The Washington herald., 1920-09-18

says he, though I've had to
change my work several times
Waiter orders the girl, short
and sharp, another napkin. He
brings her one. respectful.
81 never saw more devil. If l
may say it, stirred up in a lady.
There was two bright red spots
on her cheeks. and her eyes look
ed exactly like a Wildcats I'd seen
in the zoo. Her foot kept slap
ping the floor all the time.
Waiter. she orders, bring me
filtered water without ice. Bring
me a footstool. Take away this
empty salt-cellar' She kept him
on the jump. She was sure Civ
ing the halberdier his,
There wasn't but a few GUS
toners up in the slosh at that
time so 1 hung out near the door
so / could help Sir Percival serve.
He got along fine with the OIL
ives and celery and the blue
points. They was easy. And then
the consomme came up the dumb
waiter all in one big silver tureen.
Instead OF serving IT from the
pANhS - NP b1N " wa
his hands and starts TO the dining
table with it. When nearly there
he drops the tureen smash on the
floor. and the soup soaks all the
lower part OF that girls swell silk
dress.
'Stupid-inCompetent.' says hes,
giving him look. Standing in
a corner with a halberd seems to
be your mission in life
Pardon me. lady says he. Tt
was just a little bit hotter than
blazes. I couldn't help it
The old man pulls out a mem
orandum book and hunts in it.
The 25th Of April. Deering,' says
he. 7 know it, says Sir Percival
And ten minutes TO twelve
o'clock says the old man. BY
Jupiter! you havn't won yet And
he pounds the table with his fist
and yells to me: Waiter, call the
manager at once-tell him to
hurry here as fast as he can |
go after the boss. and old Brock
mann hikes up to the slosh on the
jump.
II want this man discharged
at once roars the old guy. Look
what he's done. Ruined my
daughters dress IT cost at least
$500. Discharge this awkward
lout at once or III sue YOU for the
price of it
"'Dis is' bad plzness. says the
boss. Six hundred dollars is
much. l reckon I Will haf to
wait a minute, Herr Brock
mann aays Sir Percival. easy
and smiling. But he was worked
up under his tin suitings; l could
see that. And then he made the
finest. neatest little speech l ever
listened to. can't give you the
words of course. He give the
millionaires lovely roast in a
sarcastic way. describing their
automobiles and opera-boXes and
diamonds; and then he got around
to the working classes and the
kind of grub they eat and the
long hours they work-and all
that sort of stuff-bunkum. of
course. The restless rich. says
he. never content with their lux
uries. always prowling among the
haunts OF the poor and humble.
amusing themselves with the I'm
perfsctions and misfortunes of
their fellow men and women. And
even here, Herr Brockmann.' he
says. in this beautiful Rindslosh,
a grand and enlightening repro
duction of Old-World history and
architecture, they come to disturb
it's symmetry and picturesQuenes
by demanding in their arrogance
that the halberdier of the castle
wait upon their table. have
faithfully and conscientiously.
says he. performed my duties as
a halberdier. ! know nothing of
a walters duties. 1t was the in
solent %him of these transient.
pampered aristocrats that l
should be detailed to serve them
food. Must l be blamed-must
be deprived Of the means of
livelihood he goes on. on account
of an accident that was the re-
suit of their own presumption and
haughtiness? But what hurts me
more than ALL says Sir Percival.
is the desecration that has been
done to this splendid Rindslosh-
the confiscation. of its haiberdier
to serve mentally at the banquet
board
Even l could see that this stun
was piffe, but it caught the boss.
"Mein Gott,' says he, you vas
right. Elm halberdier have not
got der right dish up soup. HIM