Evening Republican, Volume 23, Number 138, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 June 1920 — UNKNOWN TONCUE TO HIM [ARTICLE]

UNKNOWN TONCUE TO HIM

“Gynecologist" Was Altogether Too Much for,the Hotel Waiter, So He Made It “Dentist." Down in Park Row, in a place where • broad and generous liberality marks the observance of the wartime prohibition law, a dozen sporting writers gathered, just casually, the other night. Inevitably, they began to remember and recount the funny things that happened in Cincinnati, and Chicago. And, of course, the discussion proceeded to the point where some one had to decide what was really the funniest thing, and finally it was decided that “Hype” Igoe’s story, which was credited to Manager Hawks of the Gibson house, was entitled to the prize. In keeping with modern methods, they have, at the Gibson, a system whereby employees of the hotel are furnished with Information about what is going on in the house. It is advantageous for the employees to be fully informed, anyway, and it is desirable that they may be able to intelligently answer questions which .may be addressed to them by the guests. Therefore, a bulletln-is posted at the headwaiter’s desk in each restaurant and at other places in the hotel conveying general information which employees should have. Two guests arriving in the dining room for breakfast one morning, noticed anumber of Individuals at other tables wearing badges. “Who are those people with badges on?” one of them asked the Colored waiter, “Jess a minute, boss,” replied the waiter. “Ah’ll fin’ out foh you in jess a minute.” The waiter hustled over to the bulletin board with a confident air. He studied around uncertainly. There -wasn’t another waiter in sight and the dining room was all but deserted. He gave the bulletin board a pained and regretful glance. This is what was posted there: “Convention this week of the Na--tlonal Association of Gynecologists, Obstetricians and Anesthetists.” The waiter returned to the table where he was serving and busied himself assiduously but silently with the dishes and silver*. After he had put each knife and fork in three new positions, the questioner at the table said: “Did you find out who those men are with the badges on?” “Oh, yes, boss,” he replied. He had the air of one who has just casually overlooked a perfectly trivial matter. “Yes, boss," he said, as he polished a glass and held it up to the light to observe the effect, “dem are de—dem are de dentists.” —Cincinnati TimesStar. ,