Day After Day

Dominion, Volume 31, Issue 22, 21 October 1937, Page 5

Day After Day

Tales and Titbits

(By Quiz.) A Decent Meal

rpHE two sandwich-men pottered slowly toward each other. They both had that querulous expression common to sandwich-men and the) both advertised eating houses. They shuffled without loss of dignity in ’idgutter. There are few of the city fathers who could do the same task with the same poise. I often wondered what sandwich-men think, but this time I found out. They stopped and chatted happily, obscuring each other’s signs with a tine disregard for business. One looked over a notice that exhorted the passer-by to have the finest meal in town for 1/3 and the other was a command to eat at •’Swizzles” and be a better man. “Where are yon going for lunch, George?” said the first. “Dunno,” said George. “Do you know of a decent place?” The Modern Miss. The day before the ninth birthday of a modern young miss of my acquaintance she was asked what she would like to do. "Lunch at the X.Y.Z. and have a cocktail,” came the reply. When her mother objected to the cocktail. Miss Nine-year-old amended: “Very well, then; I shall have a highball.” Pity the Pan. Rose is just married and is having the usual culinary bothers. The other day she filled the blackened, charred frying-pan with soap powder and water and put it in the .stove to heat. Half an hour later there was a terrific explosion and all the men of the house rushed up the stairs carrying waterpails to the source of the smoke, believing the house to be on fire. Rose wept at their angry outburst. But it was some time before they guessed the real reason for her tears. “OK my poor, poor frying-pan!” she wailed. The water-pail gang retired in silence and it is the last time they have offered their help. Rose wonders why. Don’t Keep Them Waiting. English people love to tell the story about the time Princess Elizabeth went shopping in a London department store with her grandmother, Queen Mary. The grey-haired stately Queen was always a slow shopper. The curly-head-ed girl became impatient. Tugging at her grandmother’s long skirts, Elizabeth declared: “Please, please hurry.” The stern Queen looked down on the little girl and asked: “What’s your hurry, Elizabeth. The reply came quickly: “There are lots of people waiting outside to cheer me.” ___________