Fix transcription error: "beafsteak" -> "beefsteak"

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Anthony J. Bentley 2021-03-12 17:10:03 -07:00 committed by Alex Cabal
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<p>“So Collier and me begins the race; the grub department lays in new supplies; Mame waits on us, jolly and kind and agreeable, and it looks like an even break, with Cupid and the cook working overtime in Dugans restaurant.</p>
<p>Twas one night in September when I got Mame to take a walk after supper when the things were all cleared away. We strolled out a distance and sat on a pile of lumber at the edge of town. Such opportunities was seldom, so I spoke my piece, explaining how the Brazilian diamonds and the fire kindler were laying up sufficient treasure to guarantee the happiness of two, and that both of em together couldnt equal the light from somebodys eyes, and that the name of Dugan should be changed to Peters, or reasons why not would be in order.</p>
<p>“Mame didnt say anything right away. Directly she gave a kind of shudder, and I began to learn something.</p>
<p>Jeff, she says, Im sorry you spoke. I like you as well as any of them, but there isnt a man in the world Id ever marry, and there never will be. Do you know what a man is in my eye? Hes a tomb. Hes a sarcophagus for the interment of Beafsteakporkchopslivernbaconhamandeggs. Hes that and nothing more. For two years Ive watched men eat, eat, eat, until they represent nothing on earth to me but ruminant bipeds. Theyre absolutely nothing but something that goes in front of a knife and fork and plate at the table. Theyre fixed that way in my mind and memory. Ive tried to overcome it, but I cant. Ive heard girls rave about their sweethearts, but I never could understand it. A man and a sausage grinder and a pantry awake in me exactly the same sentiments. I went to a matinee once to see an actor the girls were crazy about. I got interested enough to wonder whether he liked his steak rare, medium, or well done, and his eggs over or straight up. That was all. No, Jeff; Ill marry no man and see him sit at the breakfast table and eat, and come back to dinner and eat, and happen in again at supper to eat, eat, eat.</p>
<p>Jeff, she says, Im sorry you spoke. I like you as well as any of them, but there isnt a man in the world Id ever marry, and there never will be. Do you know what a man is in my eye? Hes a tomb. Hes a sarcophagus for the interment of Beefsteakporkchopslivernbaconhamandeggs. Hes that and nothing more. For two years Ive watched men eat, eat, eat, until they represent nothing on earth to me but ruminant bipeds. Theyre absolutely nothing but something that goes in front of a knife and fork and plate at the table. Theyre fixed that way in my mind and memory. Ive tried to overcome it, but I cant. Ive heard girls rave about their sweethearts, but I never could understand it. A man and a sausage grinder and a pantry awake in me exactly the same sentiments. I went to a matinee once to see an actor the girls were crazy about. I got interested enough to wonder whether he liked his steak rare, medium, or well done, and his eggs over or straight up. That was all. No, Jeff; Ill marry no man and see him sit at the breakfast table and eat, and come back to dinner and eat, and happen in again at supper to eat, eat, eat.</p>
<p>But, Mame, says I, itll wear off. Youve had too much of it. Youll marry some time, of course. Men dont eat always.</p>
<p>As far as my observation goes, they do. No, Ill tell you what Im going to do. Mame turns, sudden, to animation and bright eyes. Theres a girl named Susie Foster in Terre Haute, a chum of mine. She waits in the railroad eating house there. I worked two years in a restaurant in that town. Susie has it worse than I do, because the men who eat at railroad stations gobble. They try to flirt and gobble at the same time. Whew! Susie and I have it all planned out. Were saving our money, and when we get enough were going to buy a little cottage and five acres we know of, and live together, and grow violets for the Eastern market. A man better not bring his appetite within a mile of that ranch.</p>
<p>Dont girls ever I commenced, but Mame heads me off, sharp.</p>