72 “COME DUCK SHOOTING WITH ME” 
dagos buy four jitneys and put high-priced cigar bands 
on them that they havesaved. They makeeighty cents. 
Foreigners bring ten centers. Americans and the Irish 
buy two for a quarter and split the dollar fifty-fifty. 
It certainly takes all kinds of people to make a world,”’ 
and Jimmy rolled and lighted a cigarette. ‘‘There 
was another thing I never told you about,’’ he added. 
‘“What was that?” I asked. 
. ‘“Do you remember my saying to you last year that 
I couldn’t eat a bite of beefsteak if it was the least bit 
pink inside? Up our way they cut a round steak a 
quarter of an inch thick and fry it in lard until the ends 
turn up. 
“Well, us waiters when in port just like to go round 
to restaurants and watch other fellows waiting. One 
night six of us went into a bang-up place—none of your 
fifteen-cent meals. Steak was twenty cents and other 
truck was five cents a throw. We all ordered steak, 
fried spuds, pie, and coffee. Tom Meal, who ordered, 
said, ‘steaks medium.’ I didn’t say anything. 
“The steaks came; I cut mine open. It was pink 
inside. I cut off a piece, stuck my fork into it, shut my 
eyes, and crammeditinmy mouth. Bycrackey! but it 
was good. I never really tasted steak before. Your 
dead right in liking medium cooked steak.”’ 
“Your learning all the time, Jimmy,” said I, ‘‘there’s 
nothing like traveling. You knock round with other 
fellows and soon get into new ways.” 
““That’s right,’’ said Jimmy, ‘‘but it certainly costs 
money to be rich, and do as you like, I found that out, 
but anyway I saved enough to buy a ticket and take a 
train for back home, even if I did ride in the smoker all 
the way.” 
“I think you had a mighty fine trip,’ said I, ‘‘but 
