Evening star., 1935-10-30
THIS AND THAT
BY CHARLES E. TRACEWELL.

In connection with the mention Of
milk toast in recent article here, the
following letter will be Of interest:
Dear Sir: The editorial page Of The
Star is always retained by me so that
I may see just what you are writing of
every night. You give me Joy.
Since you know so well what the
inner man requires in the way of sus-
tenance from dewy morn till eve I can't
refrain from relating an episode that
occurred in the life of a friend Of mine.
His place of business was in Phila-
delphia His children's mother had been
a native of Indiana so when she died he
placed them with their grandmother for
bringing up. He had been home for the
Thanksgiving holidays and had to return
to his tasks on the big day.
"He had been well regaled, Of course,
with the viandS that are current for such
occasions, and feeling contentment
within him had boarded the train for his
destination in the city of brotherly love.
when meal time came around he
betook himself to the diner, knowing
full well that he wanted but tidbit or
two after the abundant repast he had
had at home. All around him were plates
piled high with the good old bird Of
historic usage, and the sight of any
more of that rich fowl served but to
prove his desire for something less
hearty.
$50 he ordered, Of all things, bread and
milk-a bowl Of it was his request, with
the bread to arrive separately so that
he could crumble it to suit himself.
He was a man of real personality,
magnetic and virile, and his voice was
full of resonant and ringing tones.
1T is easy to get the picture-the pic
ture Of dismay and distress that formed
on the ServitorS countenance at such
unheard-of desires; in point of fact, it
seemed as though the waiter never had
had any one ask for bread and milk
during his period Of service.
"At any rate, he demurred, and my
friend grew more insistent, finally telling
the whole car, I have just come from
Grandma s-she fed me and filled me
with all the turkey and fixings that
could possibly devour in one day. Now
I ask only for simple thing, don't
inquire the price. please bring me bread
and milk. half milk. half cream
And it reached him at last, but not
in a bowl-in a glass with the bread
already in it, but having spent such
efforts. he took what presented and
downed it.
Later a gentleman who had been in
the diner with him passed his seat and
said, Well. when you want good old
bread and milk, you want it, don't you?'
The only thing I regret was that I
couldn't have been present and seen the
various emotions aroused over the te.
merity of such ordering on festive holi-
day in a well provisioned diner of one
of our best railroad lines, and have
heard the rising wrath of my friends S
wonderful voice when he was met with
apparent inability to comply with his
simple demands. Sincerely, S. T. H."
Our correspondent further expresses
the belief that you will be in full accord
with this since you are such devotee
Of bread and milk"
The devotees of bread and milk, as q
single dish, are legion.
Their faith in this fine old simple
combination has not been shaken in the
least by the PRONUNCIATION of theories
to the effect that the two do not go"
together.