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According to Hearst, things were slightly different: "It was only 10 o'clock and I was tired. On my way out, a waiter comes up and says Captain Brown wants me at his table ... I said no, I was going to bed. Then this guy, this Brown, follows me outside and starts yelling about treating his wife right and all this nonsense. I've known M.D. for a long time. I had enough of her when Dad was alive. I didn't want to sit at her table. After all, Mom is in town...
...been a sheep drover, navvy, gold prospector, ship's cook, waiter, locksmith, umbrella mender, a seller of fried fish, and a spear-carrier in a touring production of Shakespeare's Henry V when, some time in the 1880s he decided to "emerge from the murk and chaos and leap up on the stage of human affairs." His stage was the toughest strip of the Sydney waterfront. He organized a wharf laborers' union. Hobo life had given him chronic dyspepsia and affected his hearing, but he discovered a powerful voice, tuneless, yet penetrating enough, as he himself said...
...classroom at little Claremont (Calif.) College one morning last week, a professor solemnly stood up before his class, threw his coat over his arm and, pretending to be a waiter, started handing out menus. The professor was not trying to be funny. Nor did his students laugh, for they were taking up a highly serious matter: how to order an American lunch...
...noses are proof against phony vintage wines; their false humility endears them to the wealthy, and their aristocratic hauteur terrifies the bandits who lurk in ambush about their tables, i.e., "doorman, door-opener, coat-hander, coat-taker, inside-door opener, up-the-stairs-pointer, director, headwaiter, assistant headwaiter . . . captain, waiter and bus boy." Lounging on luxurious hotel terraces, they nod to "Ali, Rita and Schiaparelli"; sunk in sofas "soft as a mudbath," they regale each other with romantic anecdotes of beautiful American heiresses, great dukes and greater maharajahs, heartbroken countesses and billionaires with huge cigars...
...credit is beyond question. He works hard. "I'm tired," he remarked not long ago. "I've been on my imperial feet all day." And, in his imperial fashion, he has learned a great deal about running a restaurant. Recently, when he was told that a waiter captain had been rude on the telephone to an important habitue, Mike announced quietly, "If I ever find a really excellent captain, I'm going to breed the bahstid...