Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, September 1, 1923, Page 8

Che Casper Daily Cribune SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 1, 1923., By W. E. HILL. Copyright, 1923. by FHE CHICAGO TRIBUNE eT TT TN meee eS, meer The genlal host. [t's up te him to do the honors when the cocktails are raised on high. Of course the old fashioned way fs to say, “Here's how,” and let it go at that. The comic hoat, however, likes to vary the formula with, “Here's to crime,” or ieee : : “Here's ‘to the days that was.” The piercing, ae that is aa fe G ~. Te 54 ¥ passed from husband to wife P —a glance which says plain as chat eee heknte dienes day, “You see! I was right— ; moments yall ateteneat I didn’t need to get into this one © and:rall ‘are thepsent dinner jacket!” vs, + F face to face with the fact 7 5 that there are té be no cocktails before, and ‘aber ably nothing to, help ake the ice during dinner. Why is it that when Mr. and Mis. Arthur T. Sodaberg dine out of a spring evening, the head waiter, after the most casual of glances, leads them in and out, past the good ee tables to the far off table right slam up against the pantry door where all the bus boys. brusp past with the service plates and the used dishes! )Saturday night diners out in the Volcano room of the Hotel ;Plastoria. For the entertainment of the diners and dancers, the management has fixed up the room just like the interior of the crater of a volcano. It's @ great success as you can see by thic| crowded dance floor, ; The girl-with the snappy conversational line trying ont on the bashful young man: “The finite you came into the room,” the snappy ‘girl is saying, “I thought, ‘Now that's the type {agit I could fall in love with,’ now you tell me what } you thought when you saw me.” The bashful Wyoung man would sell his soul to think of i Stineat comeback, but he can’t, Besides, he tunch- \\ed frugally, and the co has gone headwards. fand his speech is thick ; om Joel is wining ahd dining trienas‘m : ™. Hig 4 Sx restaurant—the sunken Grecian fA 4 fk oS ww. hg arden room of the Hotel Slam- ang to be exact—and a terrible sensation is upon him that comes The cooks night out. Fortunately there’s a cute little tea room oe ,) to every man \Just/ before looking at around the croner—the Teeny Weeny Tea Room, by name. | Mr. Poca otis ye Hell Red feateays ol Crossing: forsee the check. | Suppose it should be five and Mrs. Coakley are obviously not the right vize for a little '"29%Cven that hes the imorint of a shoe tree across the bosom,| hundred dollars? Or a thousand tea room. The waitress is busy explaining that nothing is le:t 7} t theses pied vets He ect dollars? Or suppose his wallet has but oes hat —is one of those g eld over the head garments. een ti = ~ by UP ite ites