The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-12-08
CHRISTMAS AT THE PURPLE
 BEAN

 eat where city folks go, MOIIy's my oldest daughter; gcttin'
 along right well;
 Illustratin' she calls 1t; makin'
 pictures to sell. Lives, if you call 1t liyin', up four or five flights of stairs, She and lady sculptor runnin'
 two dcns on shares. No:Ilin' that looks like q dlslin'
 room; tables q window scat, So they took me, at noon this
 Christmas, to the Purple
 Bean to cat. I golly, when I think of It! Me us green as a cabbage, 'cus-
 toned to country fare, Fixin's and home -dresscd turkey,
 and no style anywhere. Felt just n mite uneasy traipsin' along the way,
 Molly and me and her sculptor,
 to dinner on Chrlstiiias day. Name of the place sort of bumped
 me, but nary word said; The girls they were there to lead
 Ihe, and I--I was there to De
 led.
 We walked till we came to an alley
 two towcrin' walls between, Then down some steps to q. cellar
 door and there was the
 Purple Bean. .. I gOlly, when I think of it! No windows, only . gratin' that < looked on an old back yard. Tables bright purple, and kitchen
 chairs (my, but that chair
 was hard) Fireplace burnin' cheery, Christ
 rnas greens all about; But when looked at the menu
 card pretty durn ncar
 passed out. "AII this for two dollars apiece?"
 says I. ''I couldn't eat this
 in n week." Slathcrs of things before turkey
 and pie-befOrc Christmas
 came, so to speak. I've only country appetite, girls"
 --readin' the menu through. "Oystcr cocktails, and soup and
 fish,, sherbet and putty?
 PhcWv, I golly, when think of 1t! My stars, but finished my oysters
 before I was sure I'd begun. The soup came in twO-handed
 teacups, though baby could
 lift 'cm with one. There was fish . la sOmcthin', a z f0rkful, a potato that looked
 like n pill;
 Then q round little thing called a
 patty; swectbrcad 1t said on
 the bill.
 Ice in cup made of papcr--takcS
 longer to tell 1t than eat; Then turkey--a dab of rcd jelly,
 and one tiny silver of meat. Mincc pie bout the size of the arr
 rows the Indians chopped
 out of rock,
 And> coffee they poured in n
 thimblc.
 That meal was just shock after
 shock.
 .'... golly, when think of tt! never let on I was hungry. My
 cup runncth Oycr," says !. Which wasn't precisely vcraciOus,
 but 1t sure was an hOn'able
 lie;
 For Molly was proud of her party ; she's lived in the city q year, And likes all those cltified fixin's, but I'm for the catin' out here. Got home on the day aftcr Christ mas, fin time for the sccOnd- day snack. Found quite feed in the pantry, and there wasn't much left to put back. We don't go in strong here for menus-I reckon you know what I mean But there's more on empty plates out here, than full at the Purple Bean. ...... gOlIy, when think of It! o-O---o The customary customer is the one, who keeps business moving. o--O-o A lot of vets are looking at the world through beer-coiored !
 o-o-o Brass buttons are coming back | into style. They may boom work | at the local brass companies. Winter Is that particular and peculiar period of the year when golfers realize that truth is stranger than fictitious golf scores.
 o--O--o People who like to look upor | the wine when 1t is red can hardl, be blamed when lack. of its causes them to feel blue. O-O--0 so IT GOES