Indiana daily times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1914-1922, 1921-07-02

Gee, whlz, JeffF she exclaimed, e.
I'm hungry. 7 could eat a.
II looked up and caught her eye. FL
smile went Lack in and she gave me-
cold look of suspicion. Thea I Iaughefz
and laid down on the floor to lar
easier. 1t seemed funny to ma. f&S
nature and genialtty am hs 4
Laughter, and I went the limit Svhe ~
came to, Name was sitting with
back to me, all contaminated with Is
nifty. s.,
Don't be angry, Name says, ~
I couldn't help it. Its funny way you y;
done up your hair. II you could Ona
you needn't tel stories, sir, sas
Name, cool and advised My hair is a.
right, I know what you were laugEz
ing about. Why, JEFF. look outside y
winds up, peeping through a chfnk ~
tween the logs. I opened the ittk'
wooden window and looked out. The e IS
tire river bottom was flooded, and 81
knob Of land on which the house StooJs
was an island in the middle Of q rushtn
stream Of yellow water q hundred SaFl,x
wide. And It was still raining haFA.
All we could do was to stay there 3,
the dove brought in the olive branch. -
u am bound TO admit that eonver{s6
tons and anusements languished durilf~
the day. I was aware that Name W q
getting a too prolonged one-sided Tie&
Of things aPain, Tut had no way IS
up IN the desire to eat I had hallucinsN
lions Of hash and visions Of ham, and
kept saying to myself all the timeE
'Whatn you have to eat, JEFF 3--what1e
you order now, cid man, when the waiteT
comes picks ont to myself all Eertf
of favorises from the bin Of fare, en-
inaglnes them coming. I guess it's thsk
way with all very hungry men. Then
can't get their &C Citations trained -
anything 9ut something to eat. IL snoa
that the little table with ths bfeS
legged ca steT and the imitation WoEce z=
sauce and the napkin covering up ID
coffee stains is the paramount issue, 81
all, instead Of the question Of 4nmor
ity or peace between nations.
IT sat there, mnsing along, argus
have my steak-with mushrooms or d i
creole. Name was on the other seat
penstge, her head leaning on her HAND
Let the potatoes come home-fr1sd,'
states IN my mind and brown the has
in the pan, with nine poached eggs o.
the side 7 felt, careful, IN my pooEa#
TO see II could ind peanut or q gra3 s.
or two Of popcorn. y
Might calns on again, win TIA rfTe%
still rising, and the rain still falling.
looked at Name and I noticed that des
perate look on her face that a girl "A
ways wears when she passes an ice ersa
lair. I knew that poor girl was hungJl
maybe for ths first time in her liz
There was that anxious look in her a.
that a woman has only when she ban
missed a meal or feels her skirt com1nsi
unfa stoned in the back.
1T was about II O'Clock or SO on I'll 4
second night when We sat, gloomy, ii
our shiDwrecked cabin. l kept perk1n I
ny mind away from the subject OF FOOD
put it kept looping back again befoE
thing good to eat I had ever heard Of Z
I went away back to my k1dhood ana
remembered the hot biscuits sopped
sorghum and bacon gravy with partiant i
and respect. Then I trailed along al
the years, pausing at green apples and
salt, fspjacks and maple, I've hominy
fried chicken Old Virginia style, corn oDs
the cob, spareribs and sweet potato pie
and wound UP with Georgia Brunswick
stew, which IS the top notch Of gooCe
things to eat, because 1t comprises 'eInl
They say drowning man sees.
panorama Of his whole life pass besSEE
him. Well, when a mans starving -
sees the ghost Of every meal he ever
set out before him, and he invents nevl
dishes that would make the fortune OF
q chef If somebody would collect th7l
last words Of men who starved TO deathj
they'd have to sift EN- mighty fine tot
discover the sentiment, but they'd com
pile into & cook book that would sci
into the millions.
I guess ! must have had my con-
science pretty well indicted with culinary
mediations for, without intending to do
So. l SAYS, out loud, TO the imaginary
waiter, Cut it thick and have it Fare,'
with the French fried, and six, SOFT
Name turned her head quick as a.
wink. Her eyes were sparkling and she
Medium for me- she rattlea out,
with the Juliennes, and three, straight
up Draw one, and brown the wheats,
double order t.. come Oh, JEFF. wouldn =
have q half fry, and q little chicken
curried with rice, and cup custard With
ice cream, and
Co easy I interruptsl where's the
chicken liver pie and the kidney saute
on toast, and the roast lamb. and
Oh cuts in Name, all excited, with
mint sauce, and the turkey salad, and
stuffed olives and raspberry tarts,
and
Keep it going says I Hurry uIS
with the fried squash, and the hot corn
pone with sweet milk, and don't forget
the apple dumpEngs with hard sauce.
and the cross barred dewberry pie
Yes, for ten minutes We kept up that
kind Of restaurant repartee. We ranges
up and down and backward and forward
over the main trunk lines and the
branches Of the victual subject. and
Name leads the game, for she is apprised
in the ramidcations OF grub, and the
dishes she dominates aggravates my
earnings It seems that there is set up
q feeling that Name viii line up friendly
again with food. 1t seems that she
looks upon the obnoxious science Of eat
ing with less contempt than before,
The next morning we hnd that IL
food has subsidized. I gearsd up the bays
and we splaShed out through the mud,
some precarious, until we found the road
again. We were only few miles wrong
and in two hours we were in Oklahoma
City The first thing we saw was a big
restaurant sign and we piled into there
IN hurry. Here I finds myself sitting
with Name at table, with knives and
forks and plates between us, and she not
scornfuI, but smiling with starvation and
sweetness.
Twas q new restaurant and well
stocked. I designated a list OF quota
tons from the bill Of fare that made tbs
waiter look out toward the wagon to ses
how many more might be coming.
There we were and there was the
order being served. Twas a banquet fog
a dozen, but We felt like dozen. I.
looked across the table at Name and
smiled for I had recollections. Name
was looking at the table like boy looks
at his first stem winder. Then she looked
at me, straight in the face, and two big
tears came in her eyes. The waiter was
gone after more grub.
JEFF, she says, soft like, I've been
a foolish girl I've looked at things from
the wrong side. 1 never felt this way
before. Men get hungry every day like
this. don't they? They're big and strong,
and they do the hard work Of the world :
and they don't eat just to spite silly
waiter girls in restaurants, Go they, JEFF Il
You said once-that is, you asked NE
YOU wanted me lowell JEFF, If you still
care-Id be glad and willing to have you
always sitting across the table from me-
Now give me- something to eat, quick,
please
80, as I've said. a woman needs to.
change her point of view now and tbSx%
They get tired of the same old sights IL
the sama Old dinner table. Mnshtmh. an q