THE OMAHA SUNDAY BEE, FEBRUARY 2, 190S.
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AT A WINTER, RESORT.
It was a marvel that befc! Miss Fluffy "In
the Pines'
'Tis there Society finds rest, and plays and
naps and dines.
The hotel where the cabman black de
posited her grips
Was high of price and justly called 'The
Torture House of Tips."
The rusticating Robin Hoods had gained
j-.y . v;f7 a gnm renown
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For there were tips at every meal and
tips at night as well ;
And tips especially if you only rang the J
. bedroom bell.
They would expect to get a tip for saying
ju:t "Good day 1"
And Fluffy, hearing all of this, prepared
to tribute pay. .
This tipping is a dreadful bore?" her
purse she opened vvide
To give -the smiling bell boy tips; but
when she turned he shied 1
The maitre d'hote, a lordly man, who
never, never smiled,
She offered him five dollars, but he couldn't
be beguiled.
And likewise when the chambermaid,
who tidied extra neat,
Was proffered sundry sih . coins she
beat a quick retreat
"Tis strange mused Fluffy, as she failed
the dozenth time to pay,
I guess they're waiting to collect the day
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For no attention did she lack. If she had
been a queen
No better service could be hers'twaseasy
to be seen.
But still she pondered o'er -and o'er the
puzzling, odd intent
Which gave her all the best there was
and wouldn't take a cent.
And consternation filled the house when
she packed up to go j
The "help" of every rank and grade'
was filled with deepest woe.
They begged'her' just to tarry there, their
fortune s to promote
Clerks, waiters, grooms and bellboys and
the lordly maitre d'hote.
1 """ne D00tD'acs an tne chambermaids.
The head French chef, with waxed mus
tache, but who, alas I was Dutch.
In comic opera chorus style they lined up.
ail erect,
Before they bent their haughty backs and
sang to this effect :
"See how we make obeisance and we
bow before you low
And beg you, dear Miss Pvuffles, and im
plore you not togol
Our lives you made so happy where we
might have been so blue.
We all feel much the richer at the simple
sight of you. '
Oh, linger longer in this place, nor deem
us merely knaves,
For willingly we all would be your very
bounden slaves 1"
And then the miracle was done, a marvel
made for rhyme
The servitorial cormorants rose up to the
sublime :
She offered them much money with a
smile upon her lips ;
They turned away with tearful eyes and
scorned the proffered tips.
And if the reason should be asked, it must
be frankly told:
She drew more patrons to the house than
ever it could hold.
4COfVWOHT. IVU8. BY W NEW YORK HERALD CO.)
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