Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1912)

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68 THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE "Sure, Oi'll be as moderate as a German/' promised Cud, gravely. Armed with his letter of recommendation, Cud approached the restaurant-keeper, who was a counterpart of his brother. "Vhat for you want a waiter's job?" he asked, suspiciously. "Haf you had no experience alreaty?" "O'im a smashin' good waiter: Oi 've waited many and many a year, ' ' answered Cud. He did not consider Oi've lugged off for jugglin' clubs in the Grand Theayter on amachure nights. Thrust Cud McGiven to be able to juggle the dishes!" "Veil, you remember, I say all breakage comes your wages out," reiterated Heinrich, as the head waiter led Cud off to instruct him in the duties of his new position. Half an hour later the new waiter's duties began with a rush. Heinrich 's table d'hote dinner, "fifty cents, CUD HAS AN ACCIDENT it necessary to state what he had been waiting for, and the Dutchman 's mind was not nimble enough to catch any subtle play upon words. "Me ould mither — the saints rest her sowl ! — used to say ' Ivrything comes to the man that waits,' and I suppose that's why Oi'm a waiter," Cud explained further. "To work you go right now," decided Heinrich, suddenly. "One dollar a day do you get. All breakage comes your wages out. Mind that!" "It's me that's a foine juggler," observed Cud, airily balancing a plate on his forefinger. * * Many 's the prize with beer," was famed in that section. Stout, hungry German clerks, released from the day's work, settled down with a sigh of relief and turned their undivided attention to their eating. Buyers for little stores in upcountry towns were led in impressively by hook-nosed men, who assured them volubly that this was "a swell place to feed." Here and there, a pretty girl, with elbow sleeves and immense willow plumes, fluttered and laughed coquettishly while her sweetneart ordered the waiter about with lordly manners. A fat, placid man waited calmly