Phil May, the artist, when once down on his luck in Australia, took a job as waiter in a very low-class restaurant. An acquaintance came into the place to dine, and was aghast when he discovered the artist in his waiter.
“My God!” he whispered. “To find you in such a place as this.”
Phil May smiled, as he retorted:
“Oh, but, you see, I don’t eat here.”