Laurel outlook., 1950-07-05
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toll in his hand, as the copper
grabbed him. "With lemon wedge
and chilled tomato slices. Ais
pineapple rings"
"Steady. misterl" a policeman
warned.
Banana peanut butter salad
with red apple slices and
creamed mayonnaise!" the lit
tie man rambled on. "Try u
sardines with watercress sal
ad."
you're pretty free with that
gum" said the cop.
Eggplant outlet with chives and
Harvard beets!" shrieked the little
man. "Bah!"
"Who is she?" asked the second
cop, pointing to a tall thin woman,
huddled Under the restaurant table
and plainly in a bad way.
'Our di~etician," said the restau-
rant proprietor. "Poor thing!"
"Poor thing my eye!" yelled the
prisoner, trying to get his gun
back from the police. Maurice
salad bowl of garden tossed greens
with Ju1ienne turkey and tomato
wedges; -. Fluffy scrambled eggs!
-. Pineapple rings with diced
cheese and chopped walnuts on
crisp lettuce! And lemon
wedges again! Always lemon
wedges!"
''Take it easy" said the cop.
"Temme at her!" howled the
little man, "Whatever 1 did to
her it amt enough! Look at
this He held up the lunch
con menu and read: "Peach
halves with cream cheese,
toasted walnuts, filet of BAN
ana and fresh saltines!
FiIet of artichokes with water
cress salad and tomato wedges!
-. Wedges to the right of
him, wedges to the left of him,
into the valley of dollar lunches
rode the six Iemons!"
81 don't get it." said the cop.
"Then va don't eat out in these
chain lunchrooms," roared the
what do you know about
salad of tossed garden green's with
blue cheese, carrot sticks and green
and onion rings? What are
tossed garden greens? Who losses
'em? And what about Harvard
beets?"
I'm an old Princeton franklin
ter and beans man myself" said
the cop.
The little man grabbed up a
menu, pointed to the specials
and cried, "Get a load of this
one. Junior tenderloin, fresh
tossed greens, chilled tomato
slices, crisp lettuce and whipped
potatoes. WhottinelI is a Junior
tenderloin? And look! Fresh
shrimp outlet with chives! Did
your old lady yer serve you
anything called a shrimp cut
let?"
The wagon backed up. They
the little man into it.
Here's the wagon" said the cop. =,
with wedges and chilled tomato ]
asked the prisoner, feeb-
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been handed it is smack in
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arshall Plan aid is going to the
ong people. Let's help the Amer
p~ost-office department and
,reby bring cheer and comfort :
all Americans who can read and Z
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Drop a letter in The mail box z
it Nth a Sigh;
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