New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1921-07-02

such harmony he would not have
McNutt. '"-N -'''i
And frenzy of eloquence abruptly
possessed him. Look here" he be-
gan, that may be all right, all that
SUM about your country. But I be-
long to greater land, see? am from
land wide as the ocean, and full of
stupendous mountains and forests and
cities and things. A land where beat
great hearts, and of fair maidens,
And 1T is the land of the Free. Free;
Tree; free--do you understand the
word Free? In all that vast expanse;
between ocean and ocean; between ris-
ing and setting sun, and also under
the sun at noon, and moon at mid
night, we are Free! We can think
what we want, we can say what we
want, we can write what we want, we
can eat what we want, we can dr.
Goes Through With 1t
Here, for the flash of moment, he
hesitated-for he had heard, alas, from
across the ocean, rumors of fell deed
being perpetrated while in khaki and
in France his broad back was turned.
But he was we'll launched; he took the
hurdle.
"And drink what we want" shouted,
bravely, Bill McNutt
The head waiter had listened atten-
lively and intelligently; you could
feel his resistance breaking. eyes,"
he murmured, his eyes lost in thought.
Yes, it must be admitted chat in your
country it must be quite different
Yours is a new land. There are In
dams and koo-boys. But here also,
Monsieur, we have the right to eat and
to drink what We want. And the ques-
ton between Monsieur and the house
is not Of what Monsieur will eat or
drink; it is of the order in which Mon
seur shall eat and drink. To consume
the potage before the s-deuvres is
not ftting--"
Il want my pottage first" said Bill
McNutt.
Responsibility Declined
An immense Encouragement bowed
the head waiter. This presently was
followed by the light Of remuneration,
"After all" he murmured, you gentle
men are allies. You wear the glorious
khaki. With your lives you are de-
Tending the very institutions one of
which, for the moment, and only quite
temporarily, you would have me lift.
Every well--but you must remember
that the house declines all response
precedent-very we'll, you shall have
your way. We bow our heads. We are
finis."
And, rising on his toes and striking
with his right fist his left palm, he
shouted sonorously:
Bring the gentleman his potage!"
"The potage frst?" said the waiter.
He wanted to be sure.
"The potage first" the head waiter
repeated, and, again raising his voice
as though he were announcing the en-
trance of the king: Bring the gentle
man his potage!"
Yes" said Bill McNutt, 81 want my
pottage first"
The waiter this time ran off at full
speed and head down. He vanished be-
hind the Kitchens swinging doors.
After a while he reappeared. He came
up the aisle between the resple1dent
tables and finally placed beneath Bill
McNutt's incredulous nose
His hors d'@uvres.
Oh, About the Fight!
But what has all this to do with the
fight? I am asked.
Well, it has to do with the French,
who, in the present case, have to do
with the fight. And with the French
idea of what is fitting, which has to do
with the French, and hence with the
fight.
The word "potage," by the way, just
means soup"
Bill McNutt wanted his soup before
his hors d'euvres, and did not get it.
Now, if Mister Dempsey to-day tries
to pass Monsieur Carpenter the soup
before the hors d'muvres.
And Monsieur Carpenter deems it
not fitting that he should be given the
soup before the hors d'euvres.
There will ensue quite an argument
quite an argument before Monsieur
Carpenter accepts the soup before the
hors d'pvres-
Or does not.