Montana oil and mining journal. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1931-1953, 1935-05-18

Published By Special Arrangsments VITA Ths
Chicago Tribune-Nsw York News syndicate
Incorporated
Copyright: 1895: BY WALTER WOODS
PART oNE
HAM AN'S AND GIRLS-I.OTs
OF THERE-WERE CHARLKE's
isPECIALTEES. so NE WAS MIsER-
ABLE As RELUCTANT BREDEGR0OSE--
UNTIL FATE TOOK A HAND.
Ham ami" sang out Mamie in . shrill,
metallic voice.
Ham AMI" the sub-cellar grumble OF
the cook repeated the order. he toss
ed q thin slice OF ham on the gas plate,
poured a bit OF melted lard into q skillet,
and deity cracked the eggs with one
hand-opening the shells with his thumb
and dumping the contents into the hot
fat.
Two Of the mattresses. picking up their
orders from the serving table, paused to
cast adniring glances at this virtuoso
Of the broiler and pan-flattering glances
tinged with awe. For every white cap
ped, white aproned chef Is g car in
his own little domain, holding the hap
piness nay. actually the lives Of his sub
ordinates in the hollow Of his greasy
hand-in a manner OF speaking.
The girls habituaIly fawned on Charlie
Summers and brazenly bid for his favor
When he condescended to notice one.
she Immediately became the envied OF
all the others-the kings favorite-again
in a manner Of speaking.
At present Mamie was the fortunate
holder Of the lucky number. She had
held that enviable position SO long that
the outs" had begun, In little feminine
ways, to attract the attention to them
sefves-knowing that IL wouldn't be long
now before Charlie made switch in his
affections, unless staggering, hateful
thought-he intended to marry herl
with one skilful Flip Of the skillet
Charlie turned the eggs. His glance fell
on the two girls before him. Come on
Come ont" he said in his sneering,
belittling undertone. Grab yer orders
What'sa matter with you two tarts-
passin out on yer feet?"
Fluttering with abashed excitement
the girls hastily gathered up their dish
es, bestowing apologize smiles in his
direction. But he paid not the slightest
heed. Rapidly, whetting his carver on
the steel he glanced over their heads
across his little world. Before him was
the serving table, beyond, the semi-circle
counter with stools for sixty. The Blue
Spot Lunch in Glendale had q good
play-and he was chef. Quite satisfied
C.
And the girl? Well, not so worse.
His superior glance rested on Mamie
cute little trick-corking figure-good
little sport, too-but, well. fellow can't |
stick TO one dame all his life. can hep
And the new girl-the big one with the |
dark hair-class, Ell? I'll sayl
Mamie hurried to the serving table for |
her ham and" She was hot and flush |
I'd. Sweat stood in little beads on her
upper lip. The mascara ON her lashes |
had begun to run. Her nose needed
The powder puff. mot so hotl" was |
Charles thought-when, as a matter OF |
isct, that was what was the matter
With her
Picking up her order she asked in an
UNDERGONE: Are we goin' any place to- 4
night, Charlie2"
''Don't know nothin' about what you're
5oin' to do said Charlie, I'm not"
Then come on over to my room, win
7ouY jules goin' out. Julie was her
'oommate.
Sure, said Charlie, whetting his carv-
Z. II meant an evening alone with
Aanie-- glorious privacy and limitless
reedom-bltssf occasions all too infre-
Iuent, for Julie went out but seldom
Mamie swung gracefully away with
fishes piled on her arm while Charlie
Vatcned her 1.-THE form with anticipated
abstraction. Great little pal--but Jeeze,
he's always hanging about q fellers
leck-gets your goat sometimes now
he big dark haired one-she'd make you
tep-has come on eye, that girl. wei,
would be q darned nice evening at ]
dannie 's-and at going home time he 7
ould tell her they'd better break Off
Or the time being, anyhow-the boss )
lad said something about them going !
ogether-lno use trying TO get fired-but I
Fe could just lay low for q while, " I
Understand? And all the rest of it. He !
ad voiced this speech so many times to !
many girls that now he could reel It
x In smooth, convincing manner. II
mot wishing to deceive those whose
aste runs solely to fiction let us state /
hat this is true story, perhaps possess