The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1939-08-09

/ waved it, Il won't nave it. IN
| brook interference from nobody. /"
That's the spirit" said the bar
tender. s You just eat all you want
| OF them ham san witches
i There aren't" said jun b o
sweepingly, as many ham sand
| witches in, the world as want to
| eat. But I'll eat these and don't you
| forget it. Furthermore, III eat this
cheese popcorn. That's the kind Of
a guy ] am.
i The bartender surveyed the
cheese popcorn.
you already ct most Of the
bowl" he pointed out.
/ "And good thing. too," cried
/ Jumbo. There're too many bowls
OF cheese. popcorn lying around
Iuneaten. What are we in this coun-
4 try anyway, mice or men? Here
we've got land of plenty, yet half
the population has to 90 around on
empty stonachs. It's q disgrace. /
won't have it"
you got something there" said
the bartender rhiserably. 80 many
people are hungry. So many /"
He was interrupted by a furious
snort.
"Hah!" shouted Jumbo, a ter.
rible light in his eyes. You're tell
ing me? Listen, Pm the only per-
son in the entire United States
who's qualified to hold any opin-
ions whatsoever on the subiec. of
hunger. I've been hungry all my
life. I'm hungry right now. And
there's a dastardly plot afoot to
keep me going on being hungry.
But, by gosh, nobody dictates to
me-" He snatched a sandwich and
wolfed it. Gimme a drink
qiick!"
Before this terrible little man
the bartender quailed. He poured
the drink with trembling fingers.
Yes, Sir!p he said placatingly.
Here you are, sirla
Mere Appetizer
WITH that well-known facility
w of the partially -inebriated for
changing demeanorS, Jumbo sud-
denly dropped his warlike atti-
tude.
Il shall drink this drink" he
stated, in measured tones, land
then ] shall go. want to thank you
for a very entertaining and IN
Structive afternoon"
Don't mention il" said the bar
tender sepulchrally.
i must mention it. cannot re-
member when I've enjoyed my
self SO much. You may say to Mr..
Monyhan that Mr.. Cutler has ap-
pteciated his hospitality one hum
dred percent"
What name?" inquired the bar
tender.
Cutler. C as in cat, u as in
but there, you doubtless under
stand how to spell Cutler. Well.
goodby and the best of luck"
The same to you" said the bar
tender.
AS Jumbo passed out into the
street there was nothing of the
hunted or ftrtiVe which had char
acterized his bearing before he had
hit on the Brilliant idea of invad-
ing Monyhan's bar. Instead, he
moved with a cold, deadly pur-
pose. For his mind, Single-tracked
by alcohol, was able to grasp but
one fact. In spite of the havoc he
had wrought amid the cheese pop
corn and the ham sand wicheS, he
was still hungry.
Yes, hungry! Thinking of the in
digestibles he had consumed at the
expense of Mr.. Monyhan, he per-
mitted himself to sheer. They were
as nothing. He had merely taken
them in his stride as a polar bear
who has missed his supper might
take can Of sardineS. What he
needed. he saw clearly, was food.
Squaring his shoulders he stalked
boldly into a likely-looking res
taurant.
He seated himself with plop. A
waiter advanced obsequiotisly,
f1ourishing a manu- Jumbo waved
it aside.
See herel" he said imperiously.
II want you to go out and kill a
beef. Then / want you to cut a
steak FIVE inches thick and broil it
rare. And If it isn't tender I'll send
it back. SO help me-"
The waiter, an aStute observer,
perceived himself in the presence
of one who has looked upon the
wine, He adopted toward Jumbo
that attitude OF professional toler-
ance peculiar TO his kind.
Eyes, sir!" he said.
Jumbo banged the table.
Smother that steak" he COM
manded, under three. pounds of
mushrooms satited in butter. Big
mushrooms. Surround that steak
and those mushrooms with mashed
potatoes. Bring me side orders of
string beans, broccoli and arti-
chokes with hollandaise sauce. And
don't talk back to me-.
Eyes. sir, " said the waiter. ANY
think to drink, sir"
Nov you're talking" Jumbo
waved his hand in lordly FASH
ion, "A Scotch and soda. double
Scotch"
"Yes, sir" said the waiter. NOV
Here snapped Jumbo. .'do you
suppose ! don't want dessert?"
Sorry, sir" said the waiter.
marveling. sWhat'll it be?"
"A wedge of apple pie q la
mode" ordered Jumbo grandly.
Hunk of cheese"
The waiter nodded and started
of.
Hey. you'll" called Jumbo sud-
denly.
The waiter slid back TO his side.
Eyes. Sirln
Jumbo struck the table via his
open hand.
And make Il snsppyl" be Sip
ulated.