The Veiled Lady, and Other Men and WomenSmith, Francis Hopkinson
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The Veiled Lady, and Other Men and Women
Smith, Francis Hopkinson
Short stories, American
On this particular night Joplin, as I have said, had broken out on
diet. Some movement of Marny's connected with the temporary relief of
the lower button of his waistcoat had excited the great Bostonian's
wrath. The men were seated at dinner inside the coffee-room, Johann and
Tine serving.
"Yes, Marny, I'm sorry to say it, but the fact is you eat too much and
you eat the wrong things. If you knew anything of the kinds of food
necessary to nourish the human body, you would know that it should
combine in proper proportions proteid, fats, carbohydrates and a small
percentage of inorganic salts--these are constantly undergoing
oxidation and at the same time are liberating energy in the form of
heat."
"Hear the bloody bounder!" bawled Pudfut from the other end of the
table.
"Silence!" called Marny, with his ear cupped in his fingers, an
expression of the farthest-away-boy-in-the-class on his face.
Joplin waved his hand in protest and continued, without heeding the
interruption: "Now, if you're stupid enough to stuff your epigastrium
with pork, you, of course, get an excess of non-nitrogenous fats, and
in order to digest anything properly you must necessarily cram in an
additional quantity of carbohydrates--greens, potatoes,
cabbage--whatever Tine shoves under your nose. Consult any scientist
and see if I am not right--especially the German doctors who have made
a specialty of nutrition. Such men as Fugel, Beenheim and--"
Here a slice of Tine's freshly-cut bread made a line-shot, struck the
top of Joplin's scalp, caromed on Schonholz's shirt-front and fell into
Stebbins's lap, followed instantly by "Order, gentlemen!" from Marny.
"Don't waste that slab of proteid. The learned Bean is most interesting
and should not be interrupted."
"Better out than in," continued Joplin, brushing the crumbs from his
plate. "Bread--fresh bread particularly--is the very worst thing a man
can put into his stomach."
"And how about pertaties?" shouted Malone. "I s'pose ye'd rob us of the
only thing that's kep' us alive as a nation, wouldn't ye?"
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