Show hubert the 7 alter Is dead on thirty fifth street is a little low brewed chophouse the place seats but thirty people the walla are smoked and dingy and ernde odors of bygone chops ind toasted cheese entertainments the paintings crowd each other on the dirty vails and have that peculiarly look of tho work of the 1 old masters yet forbidding as this would all appear this place ia noted for its choice marsela and is frequented ly tho swell est men about town among the familiar belongings the face of robert the single waiter is seen no more robert is dead robert was a waiter among waiters never forgot he knew a thousand customers by sight he sized personal tastes up by a sort of instinct he was never effusive but took your tip graciously tips he made from five to twenty dollars a day did robert he averaged SOO a month and ho had a monopoly but robert is dead good fellow and gone where tips are not recognized he is not forgotten however by any means for late in the morning over your welsh rarebit and toby of ale you will hear many stories of the dead waiter choso whoso face ao long seemed a part of the place new york herald |