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Show AN EYE-OPENER FOR DIETIST Woefully Discouraged When He Seea Array of "Eats" Consumed in "One-Arm" Lunch. The man who reads all the good health stories in the magazines and regards re-gards himself as an adopt amateur dletlst ate lunch recently In a "one-arm "one-arm hash house" downtown, says the Indianapolis News. Usually he eats at home, and the experience was a novel adventure for him. - Nearby, filling his own chair and encroaching on the arm of the chair next him, sat a big man, hale and hearty, consuming a piece of apple pie, three doughnuts and a big cut of cake. Opposite, galloping through a cut of roast beef, mashed potatoes, a cheese sandwich and stewed prunes, was a young fellow, a bookkeeper's stoop hunching his shoulders and an indoor pallor spread over his face. Tali, bony and ascetic, the man in the long, black coat dabbled in a bowl of chicken broth and a plate of wafers, while the plump little stenographer at his elbow ate a plate of beans and a French pastry with relish. The capable office manager of a woman's employment employ-ment bureau, who sat near the door, was carefully masticating boiled hominy, hom-iny, a chicken sandwich, a lettuce salad and a dish of fresh fruit while conversing con-versing on office management with the vice president of an insurance company com-pany who was getting away with raw oysters, sausage and sauerkraut and strong black coffee. Finishing his most carefully selected select-ed lunch, the amateur dietist left the lunchroom with a baffled expression, paused on the curb, shook himself together to-gether and muttered to himself: "Well, I'll be jiggered ! Irving Cobb sure said something when he wrote, 'What is the moral of it all? You can search me !' " |