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You go a little farther down the street and get it at the Automat or the Crystal Lunch. The delicatessen fellow pays the overhead expense of that beautiful food exhibit, and the other man gets the benefit of it. It's the same way in my business. I'm in a factory district, where people can't afford to have any but the best books.
These things they sensed vaguely, but they were too occupied with each other to ascertain details. "What was the name of that place again?" asked Freddie. "The what-ho-something?" "The Automat?" "That's the little chap! We'll go there, shall we?" "The food's quite good. You go and help yourself out of slot-machines, you know." "My favorite indoor sport!" said Freddie with enthusiasm. "Hullo!
It is indeed on this sense of orderliness that the success of certain of the American time-saving appliances is built. The Automat restaurants, for example, where the customer gets all his requirements himself, would never do in London. The idea is perfect; but it requires the co-operation of the customer, and that is what we should fail to provide.
"You'd shove over the Goddess of Liberty if you thought she had her foot on a meal ticket." "Yes; and if I busted her, you could build a new one on the lunch money you've saved in your time." "Waldorf! You've got a fine chance with Minneapolis. You mean the Automat, and two spoons for the ice-cream."
Thus curiosity does make fools of us all, and the native hue of caution is crimsoned o'er by the bright red of morbid fascination. Stanton went through the door of the automat restaurant and walked over to the vending wall. The dining room was only about three-quarters full of people; there were plenty of seats available.
Mother did without her chocolate peppermints, and Father cut his smoking down to one cigarette after each meal though occasionally, being but a mortal man, he would fall into sinful ways and smoke up three or four cigarettes while engaged in an enthralling conversation regarding Mr. Pilkings's meanness with fellow-clerks at lunch at the Automat.
He felt that he must see more of her. "I say," he said. "When this binge is over . . . when the rehearsal finishes, you know, how about a bite to eat?" "I should love it. I generally go to the Automat." "The how-much? Never heard of it." "In Times Square. It's cheap, you know." "I was thinking of the Cosmopolis." "But that's so expensive." "Oh, I don't know.
They dined out more and more as spring drew on and the warm weather set in. The neighbourhood now was aglitter with eating places of all sorts and degrees, from the humble automat to the proud plush of the Sheridan Plaza dining room. There were tea-rooms, cafeterias, Hungarian cafés, chop suey restaurants.
Come to my office this afternoon for your contract. Clear the stage. We've wasted enough time." Five minutes later, in the wings, Freddie, receiving congratulations from Nelly Bryant, asserted himself. "Not the Automat today, I think, what! Now that I'm a jolly old star and all that sort of thing, it can't be done. Directly this is over we'll roll round to the Cosmopolis.
I'd lunched luxurious on an egg sandwich and a war doughnut that Vincent had brought up to me from the arcade automat, and I'd 'phoned Vee that I might not be out home until the 11:13, when in blows this potty party with the poison ivy leaves on his shoulder straps and demands to see Mr. Ellins at once. Course, it's me with my heels together doin' the zippy salute.
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