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THE PILOT, Southern Pines, North Carolina
Friday, November 2, 1945.
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Moore County OPA
To Move Nov. 30
Among consolidations listed
tor O. P. A. ration boards is that
of the Moore County board. In
stead of continuing in Carthage,
it will be merged with Lee and
Chatham with headquarters in
Sanford.
The merger will probably go
into effect on November 30th.
Present plans call for retaining
rationing panels and a limited
number of clerks in areas where
boards will close to assist in the
final clearing up of the work in
order to make the transition as
smooth as possible. All price con
trol activities will be transferred
to the new headquarters at the
time of closing of the boards. In
all, twenty-four price control
boards will be retained, in the
eastern district of North Caro
lina, as contrasted with the pres
ent number of sixty-four.
100 Gifts Mailed Last
Day of Mailing Month
Around 100 packages, trans
oceanic-bound, poured through
the Southern Pines Post Office
Monday, October 15, the absolute
deadline for mailing Christmas
packages overseawards.
Although this was the largest
number for any one day during
the month, it wasn’t rushed as
it has been in previous years, the
postal clerk said. “Around 75 per
cent of the packages went to the
Pacific this time, the remaining
percentage going to Europe,” he
added. “It was exactly the oppo
site last year, which change is
easily understood, of course.”
Epidemic disease — smallpox,
hundreds of thousands of cases of
diphtheria, other thousands
stricken by dreaded typhus—
stalk Europe and threaten the
world. Again, the United War
Fund comes to the rescue.
by Gertirude Walton ,
Don’t let anybody fool you. . .
it’s hard work, this business of
being a waitress. And that con^
elusion is not drawn from obser'
vation but from painful exper
ience.
Uh huh, it looks simple, just
slapping a menu in front of the
customer, jotting a few scribbles
on a slip of paper, and a few min
utes later (“if she’s a good wait
ress,” you say) bringing out a
tray laden with your order. If it
takes longer than five minutes,
you promptly assume it’s the
waitress’ fault and glare at her
over your coffee every time she
scampers p5st.
How do I know all this? I was
sitting on the other side of the
table until a couple of mornings
ago, and then deciding to see just
what made waitresses around
Southern Pines so exasperatingly
slow, I hired myself out gratis
for a couple of meals.
'Tis Morning
It was morning, but the hour
was too early for anyone to
think of eating breakfast. Dawn
hadn’t hit Broad Street yet, but
my employer insisted that people
began eating breakfast as early
as 7 a. m., so I was determined
to see these early birds for my
self.
Another girl, head waitress at
this particular restaurant, arriv
ed just before me. She looked
surprised when I walked in, then
resigned herself to fate. “Another
new girl,” she sighed. “Well,
come on. I’ll show you where ev
erything is.”
She proceeded to point out the
napkins (paper variety), the cof
fee cups and saucers, silver, and
even introduced me to the caver
nous depths of the kelvinator
wherein an interesting but con
fusing array of unopened cans and
food containers were lined.
“There’s the box where you put
orders so John . . . he’s the cook
. . . can fill them, and . . .” but the
front door slammed then, indica-
ting the first customer of the day
had arrived. “Take it away,” she
encouraged, and shaking a little,
I went out to meet him.
THE NEW
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Nid-South Motors
ABERDEEN
The Gravy-Spoiled Tie
A short little man with a gravy-
spotted tie was beating his fists
against each other. “Hurry, hurry.
I haven’t much time. What do you
have to eat?” he inquired impa
tiently.
“Everything,” I stammered.
“Ham an’ eggs an’ bacon.”
“What, no sausage,” he com
plained. “Okay, a couple of scram
bled eggs right this minute, and
a couple of cups of coffee before
that.”
I wondered fleetingly how I
could bring him a couple of cups
of coffee before “right this min
ute” had passed, but fixed the
first cup before I put in his order
for scrambled eggs. He didn’t even
smile his appreciation of the
speed with which that first cup
was produced.
The scrambled eggs were fin
ally produced, but all the while
more customers were pouring in.
“Can’t you take a couple more,”
the regular girl asked as she pass
ed. I was growing a little dis-
,traught when I went out to meet
the second patron.
The News Fiend
Through his morning paper he
barked his order. (Now I know
what wives mean when they say
they want to pour a pot of coffee
down the neck of literary spouses
who are so news-hungry in the
morning that they eat MacArthur
with their orange juice. Andy
Gump with their eggs and finish
up Walter Winchell with their
coffee).
He knew what he wanted, how
ever. “Juice, ham and eggs, and
coffee,” but he neglected to say
what kind of juice and how he
wanted his eggs fried.
“How do you want those eggs
fixed and what kind of . . .” his
angry head emerged from the
newsprint "... juice do you
want?” I finished lamely.
“Orange juice, of course, and
eggs fried medium over,” he
blurted out as though that was
the only way eggs could be fixed
as any dumb ninny should know.
By this time the gravy-spotted-
tie man wanted more toast and
coffee, four girls in a booth were
motioning madly and a man was
motioning, “Psst, all I want is a
cup of coffee,” and so it continued
through the morning.
After a while your legs start
feeling funny, and a couple of
hours later when you sit down,
you realize they’re so tired,
they’re numb all the way through.
Your back starts aching from
carrying heavy trays of dishes,
and you get hot bending over the
toaster and rushing back and
forth from the dining room to the
kitchen.
didn’t let it boil,” she looked at
me accusingly.
Guaranteed Boiled
I’ll take it right back,” was my
only reply. Back in the kitchen
I told John to boil it good and
proper and give me an affidavit
saying it had boiled. He looked
at me strangely for a minute, then
shrugged his shoulders and put
the water back on to boil.
I’ll skip a few minutes here,
neglecting the full details of my
first pancaking experience. Soon
the ladies had their cakes, and the
little old lady her water (then
she ordered cakes too). At least
ten minutes later and ten years
older I presented them with their
checks.
The Three Furies
Around 8:30 three sedate ladies
came in and seated themselves
primly in one of the front booths.
“You can have ’em,” one of the
other waitresses smiled, and I
didn’t understand the stress she
put on some of her words then.
Later I did.
“Do you have any hot cakes?”
one began. I excused myself, went
running back to the kitchen, and
returned in a moment breathless
with an affirmative report.
‘ I’ll have hot cakes too, then.
Two men and two women were
next. The man was repulsive-
looking, even before he ordered
the coca colas and asked, “Do you
still love me like you useta,
honey?”
But no, you can’t get indignant
at such things, any more than
you can slap the little man (he
was one of the customers I skip
ped telling about) who says he
can’t eat another thing, “except
probably you, baby.” You have
to smile it oH, taking it in your
istride the same as unpleasant
things in any work.
1 A nice-looking woman and man
came in at that rhoment. Their
orders were simple: he wanted
juice, toast and coffee; and she
wanted eggs fried soft, toast,
juice and coffee. The furore start
ed a few minutes later when the
eggs arrived.
Keep The Sunny Side Up
“But these eggs are turned
over,” she cried in dismay when
she saw her soft-fried eggs. “I
wanted mine sunny-side-up.”
“I’m sorry, but you didn’t men
tion sunny-side-up when ordering.
If you like. I’ll take them back
to the kitchen and get some
more.”
Yes, she liked, so I started to
remove the plate when the toast-
coffee-juice man said he’d eat
them so not to bother taking
them back. Soon the sunny-side-
ups came, and although she still
wasn’t satisfied, (“they’re not
done enough”) she took them.
The climax came when check
paying time arrived. “My dear,
you’ve made a mistake. We only
ordered one set of eggs. You’ve
charged iis with two.”
I explained that they had eat
en two orders, the man taking
the original order. “I don’t see
how you can charge us for your
mistake,” she replied querulously,
and obviously miffed, she rose
from the table and stomped up to
the cash register to finish her ar
gument. She fussed at great
length but didn’t get her way in
the end, I’m glad to say.
This could go on at great
length. . . the woman who wanted
a half" milk-half coffee combina
tion, “and warm the milk but
don’t let it boil because it’s con
stipating”; and the grumpy man
who ordered “oatmeal, no lumps”.
But this ought to give you an
idea of the trials and tribulations
qf waitresses nowadays, not to
mention the scarcity of food
which doesn’t make anyone feel
any better.
So don’t be too hard on the
girls. They aren’t the ones to
blame when prices are high and
there’s too much salt in the spin
ach and the steak is fried too
done. They’re just the liaison girls
between “the devil and the deep
blue sea” . . . God bless ’em.
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COLD PREPARATIONS
Liquid, Tablets, Salve, Nose Drops
Use Only As Directed
Drs. Neal and McLean
VETERINARIANS
Southern Pines, N. C.
Papa is not
a “Piker”
No Sir He Wants His Family to Have
the BEST of Everything.
THAT’S why So Many Daddies Take
Their Wives and Children To
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and cereal,” the second said, and
the third put in, “I want some
hot water to begin with. I’ll give
you my order later.”
I told John to put water on to
heat and I placed the remaining
orders in the order box. When
I had returned from giving them
iced water and silver, he was
frowning slightly. “Sorry, miss,
but I don’t fix hot cakes. You do
it on the skillet over there.”
Saturday, Nov. 3
FIRST IN VALUE ^ FIRST IN SALES
You are cordially invited to inspect this
beautiful car on the above date.
Nid-South Motors, Inc
Phone 9591
Aberdeen
Popiar Street
And Pancakes, Too
I gulped. Never in my life had
I cooked pancakes for myself
even, and certainly no one else
would want to be the guinea pig
while I gained experience. Such
thoughts were beating through
my brain when the head girl
breezed in, and guessing my pre
dicament tried to help.
“Hotcakes are easy,” she con
soled. “Take some of that pan
cake flour and put some water
in it. How much? Heavens, I
don’t know, and don’t be so tech
nical if you want me to help you.”
She paused to find the mixing
bowl, but meeting with no suc
cess, substituted a giant pan
which she thrust into my unwill
ing arms.
“Now beat it up good, and get
some shortening out of that pan.
Put some on a paper napkin and
rub over the skillet lightly be
fore you pour the batter out. . .”
she went on to explain.
I might have learned the whole
procedure if John hadn’t inter
rupted at that minute. “The hot
water’s ready,” he said, and
brought me back to life as I
dashed about getting cereal bowls,
juices, and everything else ready
to go out.
The third woman took the glass
of hot water, tasted it experi
mentally, then pushed it away
with distaste. “Ugh,” but instead
of saying the water was spoiled i
or sour, she merely complained,
“It’s not hot enough. I bet you
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