Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 94, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 21 April 1915 — She Handed It to Him. [ARTICLE]

She Handed It to Him.

“What d’ye think?” said Lucile, the waitress in a New York hashery, as she handed the newspaper man a napkin. “A feller comes in here a while ago and says he’s wrote a song and desecrated it to me. And what dye think is the title of it? ‘Lucile, I Know You’re Real.’ Sounds like as if there was some suspicion about my Agger or complexion. Don t you interpolate it that way?” “I don’t know.” “Well, I know. So I says to Jhim. ‘You needn’t to make me the victim of- any of your songs.’ He says, ‘Why. it’s just a harmless little ditto.’ Then he says he’ll have some oxtail soup and some tongue. At that I hands him one. It was an old one, but- I just couldn’t resist. ‘What are you trying to do —make both ends meet?’ I asks. ‘Aw, be nice,’ he says. ‘Say something soft.’ So I glares at him and says ‘custard pie.’ And away he goes.” “You’re a bright one," said the newspaper man. “Say, kid,” replied I*ucile, “sometimes I'm so bright I’m almost a shine.”