INDIGNATION. Saratoga in 1901 | ||
INDIGNATION.
Yesterday, “young
man from the country”
sauntered in and took
a seat at the breakfast
table. He sat fifteen
minutes without speaking—the
waiter standing
deferentially behind
him.
“When is the table
to be set?” he asked.
“What will you
have?” said the waiter,
handing him a bill of
fare.
“Take that paper
away—I want something to eat—I didn't come here to read,”
exclaimed the indignant countryman.
INDIGNATION. Saratoga in 1901 | ||