No Tip, No Lunch

1895

It was in an up town restaurant, a high priced one, where many men take luncheon and breakfast and many women meals at various times in the day.

The writer was sitting at the "quick lunch" counter the other day when a young man entered, took his place and asked one of the white aproned men behind the counter to serve him coffee and hard boiled eggs. The man looked at the newcomer a moment, and then, in a tone to which no objection could be taken, said:

"I am sorry, but you must go up stairs. I cannot serve you here."

"But you served me here yesterday," came the protesting reply.

"Yes," was the waiter's answer, "but you were here 15 minutes earlier."

The waiter, as the man disappeared, turned to three or four of his colleagues, and believing the writer unable to understand German said:

"Well, I 'got even' with him anyhow. Had he given me 10 cents yesterday I should have served him today. But I'll not put myself out to help a man who will not help me."

The moral of the story is: If you expect to go twice to a New York restaurant, you would better "tip" your waiter. — New York Tribune.


Evolution

Out of the dusk a shadow,
Then a spark;
Out of the cloud a silence,
Then a lark;
Out of the heart a rapture,
Then a pain;
Out of the dead, cold ashes,
Life again.

— John B. Tabb.