The Barre daily times. (Barre, Vt.) 1897-1959, 1920-08-16
ACTS As DIETITIAN
TO HER PATRONS
Waitress Serves Only Such Food as
Is Good for
Them.

Them.
Peregrine is waitress in vessey
street restaurant where the oyster
patties are fit for the gods. The name
Peregrine seemed to fit her, although
there was one faction in the luncheon
Hebe. But Hebe, as we, understand
it, was cupbearer or something 10 the
coterie that would have named her
gods, and while Peregrine ioes not
bear cups land she can carry her full
share, two or three dozen of them at
a trip without breaking more than 20
per cent?, there was no one in the
luncheon coterie who was god, or
even senior a demi--god, al
though one or two had been gods.
Besides, Hebe was reputed to be a
rather comely chicken, and alackaday
Peregrinc is neither.
II she likes you she waits on you.
If she doesn't you might as we'll move
to another table, for otherwise all you
will get from Peregrine is half dozen
of cutting remarks on the halfshell.
II she does like you you will be fed
with entire frankness and abundance.
and as many slabs of butter as your
temperament demands. And having
been fed, If you depart without leav-
ing the traditional dime df you cat
70 cents worth~>f over, or nickel $50
cents or underl, Peregrine will call the
defalcation to your attention if she
has to yell at you from the kitchen
door.
She must be all of six feet and
without the shadow of a doubt wiclds a
wicked tray. No one in the luncheon
coteric has yet had the courage TO ask
her il she is married. One is afraid
she might crown him with the nearest
piece of crockrey Another trcmbles |
lest she copstrue the inquiry as dip |
lomatically worded invitation to Keep !
company with him. She has blond hair |
just trifie green about the roots, and |
face that is better imagined than
described.
Peregrine Is not of the conventional |
type of waitress. For one thing she
never chews gum. and for another she
is absolutely the only waitress in cap
tivity who declines to lie about the
bill of fare. Probably Peregrine has
chopped down ten cherry trees to
George Washington's one.
"How's the coffee, Peregrine we
asked her one day.
Rotten" came the instant reply.
AN I'd advise yah not to take milk
either"
Cocoa, then" we suggested, and she
brought us water
Another day we hankered after apple
pie with ice cream gooed all over IL.
Apple pie a la mode. one calls IT il one
desires to be thought cosmopolitan.
"Ya can't have any" said peregrine,
placing her hand on her hip, and test
ng the other on the back of our
hair.
Haven't you got it :" we asked :
Sure we got it," said Peuegrine, !
but you'll take custard to-day. Va
ook as If yer stummack was out Of /;
rider. Ye ought to have sumthiu' like
ristard. Custard is good for growing /;
,oys. You'll take custard" ;
We are not boy and we do not like \
ustard We said so. and told her to q
ring pie-pie a la mode. n
"All right" said Peregrine, and she h
eparted. She came back with a cup
( custard. We ate il. Since then no n
ody in the luncheon cotcrio has a
rocked the authority Of Peregrine. n
he luncheon coterie knows FULL well u
hat from no one else would seven Il
nd eight slabs of butter be forthcom- s,
~, and ii is also a fact that he plates Il
'hich Peregrine brings 10 our bunch b,
re laden a trife heavier than those a,
hat other mattresses haul to casual. pl
-ansient customers.
Peregrine is the almost perfect wait
,ss-New York Sun.