3l6 AUTOBIOGRjiPHY OF JOHN FRITZ
had been fit for the gods, and on Olympus had served as nectar and ambrosia.
During these digressions above, things were progressing in regular courses below, fish and flesh had been duly dis¬ posed of with accessories galore, and as entre-acte, specimen sections of a new kind of T-rail, skfllfully contrived to answer the double purpose of sherbet cups, had been pre¬ sented to the banqueters as souvenirs of the Fritz Festival. The irrepressible punster naturaUy pronoimcing the sorbet a Vorange " raal good." The band in the meantime en- Uvened the swiftly passing hours with its gayest notes. Years ago, at a popular bibUcal panoramic exhibition, each scene was ushered in by an organ accompaniment explana¬ tory or prophetic. Thus, as the return of the Prodigal Son unroUed before the audience, the music struck up, " When Johnny comes marching home again," and Christ stood stilling the tempest to the time of " A home on the ocean wave, a bark on the rolling deep." In the absence of a music program and unfamiUar with the repertory of the modern dinner-band, we infer that the selections were up-to-date, and can certify to the suitableness of " For he is a joUy good feUow," and " We won't go home tiU morn¬ ing," as well as the reasonableness of the final " Good-by, ladies, we're going to leave you now."
But the end had not yet come. Roasted squabs and salad were next in order, followed by the deUcacies of the daintiest of desserts, fancy ices, various cakes and sweets, luscious fruit, cheese and coffee, that subtle beverage, medium between the material and spiritual life of man, introducing as grand finale the happiest idea and greatest surprise of this surprising spread. There entered, to the liveliest notes of the band, a long procession of the entire force of the waiting corps, marching and countermarching through the intricacies of the array of tables, parading