A GENTLE SNUB.
"Here, Waiter, quick! Something To Eat—and look sharp!"
"Yessir. What'll you 'ave, Sir?"
"Oh—anything—I don't care. Chop or Steak—whatever you like."
"You must excuse me, Sir; but I don't feel called upon to decide!"
"Here, Waiter, quick! Something To Eat—and look sharp!"
"Yessir. What'll you 'ave, Sir?"
"Oh—anything—I don't care. Chop or Steak—whatever you like."
"You must excuse me, Sir; but I don't feel called upon to decide!"