Copyrighted by The Observer Publishing Co., 1902

The Observer Publishing Company
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=The Onlooker=

Vol.  I may 28, 1902 Part 2

=The Casual Club=

On last Thursday evening the Casual Club was gathered about a corner table in Sherry’s.  The great room was beautiful, the music brilliant, the setting and table appointments magnificent, and the dinner all that might be asked.  There came but one thing to grieve the tempers of our members—­the service was slip-shod, inattentive, vile.  One wonders that so splendid an arrangement should be left unguarded in the most important particular of service; that Sherry, when he has done so much, should permit himself to be foiled of a last result by an idle carelessness of waiters, who if they do not forget one’s orders outright, execute them with all imaginable sloth.  They attend on guests as though the latter were pensioners, and are listless in everything save a collection of the gratuity, personal to themselves, which their avarice and a public’s weakness have educated them to expect.

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Clams had occurred, and while we were discussing these small sea-monsters, Fatfloat broke suddenly forth.  “I don’t know if it be a subject for self-gratulation or no, but I observed that the daily papers took quick note of my statement that Tammany Hall was looted of its last shilling.  For the guidance of these energetic folk of ink and types, I will unfold a further huddle of details.  Instead of nine hundred thousand dollars, there were more than one million collected for the Tammany campaign.  No one can show where so much as two hundred thousand dollars were honestly disbursed.  Let me tell a story; it may suggest an idea to our diligent friends of the Dailies.  There is a rotund, porpoise-shaped globular gentleman known of these parts as ‘Bim the Button Man.’  This personage went into the printing business at the beginning of the late campaign and went out of it—­like blowing out a candle—­at the close.  Bim the Button Man, for his brief parade as a printer, took a partner.  Or perhaps the partner took Mr. Bim.  The partner was and is a doughty ‘leader.’  It was the new-made firm of ‘Bim’ that flourished in the production of those posters and lithographs of Mr. Shepard which for so long disfigured the town.  Mr. Mitchell, printer, complained bitterly over this invasion of his rights by Mr. Bim.  The latter snapped pudgy fingers at the querulous Mr. Mitchell by virtue of his powerful partner.  Who was Mr. Bim’s partner?  One year before when Mr. Mitchell’s bill was seven thousand dollars, Mr. Croker, being in a frugal mood, felt excessively pained.  Why then should it mount last autumn to three hundred thousand dollars and excite neither grief nor reproach?  And what was got for those three hundred thousand