Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 105, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 May 1910 — HAD AN ENGLISH ACCENT [ARTICLE]

HAD AN ENGLISH ACCENT

Artist Didn’t Look Strong, bnt He Surprised a Jocular Walter. It isn’t at all likely that Charles | Allom, the English artist, wiH be served if he should appear in the dining room of one of the big uptown restaurants, however, Mr. Allom will not appear there again. He appeared once and now has reason to fear some waiter would slip him a dog biscuit if he were to try it over. Allom ls a good-natured person with a pronounced English accent, and , doesn’t look very strong, says the New York corespondent of the Cincinnati Enquirer. He is really a man of wonderful physical strength. When the oysters came on, Mr. Allom, being of a chummy, nature, found they were good and said so. r “Ow, me good man,” said he to the waiter, “ow, ow. These oysters are vairy geod, don’t ye knaow.” The waiter said they were. “Where did you get them?” asked Allom. , The waiter told him that the oysters were raised from plants in the restaurant’s back yard. “Yuh know, sir,” said the waiter, “us Americans has got Europe skun on new inventions. The boss has found a why to plant oyster eggs and he raises all he needs for his own use in pots. Yessir.” Allom was a bit sore over this kidding, especially as it happened in a first-class place. But he couldn’t very well get into an altercation with the waiter. That individual thought so well of his jest that he had to go to the cashier and tell it. Every word was audible to Allom, even if t*e waiter had not accompanied himself on the thumb, jerking that member backward over his shoulder in Allom’s direction. By and by he brought the next dish to Allom’s table. The artist got him by the wrist and ®> turn it. The waiter writhed to liis knees and finally let out a screech that brought the head waiter hurrying toward the table.

“I was just showing this man,” said Mr. Allom, with a genial smile, “how we prepare lemons In England.” “I ain’t the lemon,” protested the waiter, trying to fit his bones back into place. “I got it.”