I am afraid that many little know too what they eat in the sausage-meat, the alamode beef, the polonies, and the mutton and veal pies of the pie-shops and street venders.
Whether the man who is said to have gone into the pie-shop, and throwing down a skinned cat on the counter in the presence of numerous customers exclaiming ‘that makes a dozen,’ did it out of malice or in the way of business, it would be difficult to determine. But it is always pleasant to see the vender partaking of his own pork or eel pies; it inspires confidence, as the witness proved to the Judge in Court.
‘You say you have confidence in the plaintiff, Mr. Smith.’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘State to the Court, if you please, what causes this feeling of confidence.’
‘Why, you see, sir, there’s allers reports ’bout eatin’-house-men, and I used to kinder think—’
‘Never mind what you thought—tell us what you know.’
‘Well, sir, one day I goes down to Cooken’s shop, an’ sez to the waiter, ‘Waiter,’ sez I, ‘gives’s a weal pie.’
‘Well sir, proceed.’
‘Well, just then Mr. Cooken comes up, and sez he, how du Smith, what be going to hav?