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Show TROUBLE IN DINING ROOM Little Mixup Between Ladies Accepted Philosophically by the Torpidville Landlord. "At one time yesterday it looked like we was going to have a little trouble here in the dining room, but it didn't come to nothin' much," related the landlord of the Torpidville tavern. "Maxine and Sylphie, the young ladies lad-ies that are waitin' table, got to squab-blin' squab-blin' about a pint of etiquette, or the merits of their respective fellers, or something that-a-way, as ladies is everlastin'ly doin', and Sylphie, I reckon reck-on it was, told Maxine, or mebby Maxine Max-ine told Sylphje anyhow, one told the other that she wasn't no better than she ort to be. And Maxine, or Sylphie, whichever it was, got sorter fussy about it and answered that she was too, and she didn't care who knew it! And then they kind o' tied in on each other and went 'round and 'round as it were, and it took 'em quite a while after' it was over to wash the ketchup and broken glass out of their coffers, as they call their hair. But that's all it amounted to, and there's no use in firin' 'em, for ladies will be ladies and there ain't no help for it." Kansas City Sun. |