Two Women At A Lunch

In lower Broadway tliprè are "quicklunch" rooms where busy men resort at midday íor a light ïueat, says Üie New York Herald. At these placea, raen, without removing their hats or outer coats, 'sit on high stools at higher counters or stand in front ot buffets and help themselves to the food arranged for their convenience. Wonien are seldom seen In these rooms, fout occasional!y a slight sonsalion is caused among patrons and waiters by their appearance. While I was seated at one of the counters the other day two women with seven packages of varioua sizes entered and while flve score or more of eyes were on them stepped up to the counter and asked what the menu was. A polite waiter answered the questlon by rattling off the names of a couple of dozen dishes. "We will have coffee," answered one of the women, as they climbed onto stools that didn't allow their feet to touch the floor and spread out their packages on the counter. "I have changed my mind and will take chocolate instead of coffee," said one when the waiter carne wlth the coffee. With a smile on hls averted face, the waiter retraced hls steps, and when he returned with the chocolate found the women had opened one of the seven packages and displayed six home-made sandwiches. "Will you give us a píate and knlfe?" asked one. "And same butter," requested the other. The plate, knife, and butter were set bo'uro them. "Do you furnish pickles wlth coffee?" aöked one. The answer was a dish of small choice plcltles set in front of them. "Rome water, pirase," carne from the same woman. "And iiiipkins," said the other. They recelved both water and napkins, and all for 5 rents aplece.