Word: waitering
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...every one of you. You're lucky, that's what, you are, lucky. Why I went to work when I was thirteen. I pounded the piano at cheap dives on Coney Island, and say, did you know I pounded the piano one place and Eddie Cantor was a singing waiter...
Tray Race. In London, fruit porters each spring race around Covent Garden into the Strand with wicker baskets piled 12 ft. high on their cork-padded caps. Famed is the Paris tray race, in which waiters wearing long white aprons run around the outer boulevards. In the U. S. nothing on this order appeared until a year ago when Fisticuffer Jack Dempsey sponsored a waiters' tray race to ballyhoo his New York restaurant. Last week, the second Dempsey tray race made it clear that the pastime would be an annual custom. Rules, copied from the Paris race, specified that...
...exhibition. Londoners gaped at The Last Voyage of Captain Cook, a wire globe enclosing a striped female torso. Object Made by a Madman was a basket containing scraps of glass, scissor blades. Beside it hung a pair of white dancing slippers, their heels encased in paper cutlet frills, a waiter's jacket strung with liqueur glasses half filled with creme de menthe. Tory visitors bristled at The Minotaure, a portrait of the late, great Lord Kitchener of Khartum with a tiny, sad-faced child clinging to his chin...
...Moore misunderstood his talent in other ways. He prided himself on his discerning palate. A tricky friend, dining with him in a restaurant, found the soup particularly good but slyly said to Moore: "Do you mean to say you are going to drink that?" Moore tasted it, called the waiter in high dudgeon, made a scene. Once he got in a row with some spinster neighbors who tore up a copy of one of his books, sent the pieces in a parcel to Moore, marked "Too filthy to keep in the house." Every night thereafter Moore would rattle his stick...
...cocked a roguish eye. In the best of moods he invited all the foreign correspondents present to lunch. In a body they moved on to a dusty little trattoria whose proprietor, trembling with excitement, rushed from house to house for extra supplies. The little inn's solitary waiter nearly died of stage fright...