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"_Never!_" said H. R. so emphatically that Lubin extended his right
hand. They shook warmly.
A sound of applause came to their ears. The Mayor flushed with vexation.
It was premature, he thought. He was wrong. It was Grace Goodchild.
Andrew Barrett ran in excitedly.
"Did you hear it?" he asked his chief. "Say, she is smiling to beat the
band and the crowd is going crazy. Hear that?" And he began to dance a
jig.
H. R. seized him by the arm and said:
"In exactly two minutes I shall enter."
Andrew Barrett rushed away to tip on the _vox populi_.
"Gentlemen," said H. R. to the reporters, "you had better go in."
They obeyed him. They were escorted to their table on the stage. They
found there seven military bands that had volunteered their services and
also their own weapons.
In the background of the stage was a huge placard:
FIFTY THOUSAND PEOPLE CAN BE SERVED, FED, AND FIRED IN 6-3/4
MINUTES BY OUR SYSTEM!
S. A. S. A., Dept. T.
O. K.
H. R.,
_Sec._
At each reporter's place was a typewritten sheet containing intelligent
statistics of this stupendous charity.
The reporters saw in the arena long strings of tables, each six hundred
and eighteen feet long, and benches to match. Each guest was allowed
nineteen and one-half inches. The dishes were of water-proofed paper
stamped S. A. S. A. Above each table were aluminum-painted pipes with
faucets every ten seats for soup, milk, tea, and coffee.
"By keeping the tea, coffee, and soup in circulation wholesome warm
drinks are secured," read the official statement, "besides obviating the
assistance of eight hundred and sixteen waiters, who would have had to
walk an aggregate of six hundred and seventy-seven miles from tables to
kitchen."
The solid food was brought to the scores of small serving-tables by
means of overhead conveyors and traveling-cranes, a sort of gigantic
cash-carrier system operated by electricity. The food came in individual
covered dishes, also of water-proofed paper. Everything was automatic.
The S. A. S. A. system prevented spilling, waste, delay, inefficient
waiters, and the dissatisfaction of the guests.
"You will observe," went on the official statement, "that for the first
time in history the beneficiaries of the bounty of their fellow-men are
treated as honored cash guests and not compelled to wait. The bread of
charity is hard, but not when served by the S. A. S. A."
Leaflets containing much the same information had been placed in each of
the thousands of seats in the Garden in lieu of programs. As each man
entered he saw the pipes and the traveling-cranes and the mechanical
waiters, and read the placard on the stage.
"Ain't it great?" inquired every charitable ticket-buyer. "_In six and
three-quarter minutes!_ No regiments of waiters. Everything automatic.
Say, that H. R. is a wonder!"
It naturally took some time before they remembered to look at the
starving people who were sitting at the long tables waiting to be fed.
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