Paymore--They're all new, Sir Larry, and not as discourteous as I could wish; but I'm sure they'll come 'round in the end.

Sir Larry--No evasion, Paymore! Every hash-slinger and table-tumbler must know that customers are their mortal enemies.

Paymore--I shall impress it upon them at once.

Sir Larry--And what about your food? Is it rotten? Do you dribble it out? This is fundamental, Paymore, and I warn you, any improvement in quality or increase in quantity will constitute unfair competition, and will terminate your privileges in the club.

Paymore--I swear by Heinz, the Great Spirit of the Pickled Pork Packers, to comply with all these conditions.

Jury--Elected! He's elected! Hooray for Paymore, the new Alimental Assassin! (They leap out of the saucepan and dance about Paymore, singing:)

For he's a jolly good fellow,

Nobody can say he's yellow,

He'll stand with us to tell-o

The hungry students who bellow

To shut up or go to hell-o!

So Monticello! Pocatello!

We are sitting neat!

Di Costello! Rockefellow!

All of 'em have to eat!