Next their bottles go lick-lack, bang­bang, lick-lack, bang-bang on the edge of the dining table to the tune of a popular waltz. Not content with juggling all the available bottles, they unite in thorough good fellowship, and we see them enjoying themselves with oranges, of all things! Twenty oranges are on the move in rhythmical progression, and a very pretty sight it is, too.

 

These are quickly put by, though, and now comes one of the most extraordinary features of the evening. True to their profession our waiters, assisted by their guests, quickly proceed in clearing the remains of the feast, and here Garcon No.1 comes in with a vengeance. His late guests and Garcon No.2 have before them two piles of plates, numbering something like 100 altogether. These have evidently to be transferred from one table to another. Whirr-whizz-whirr-whizz -follow each other for quite 30 seconds, while the plates fly from one table to another with amazing swiftness.

 

Garcon No.1 catches them in their flight and places them on the table before him, without missing so much as a solitary one.

 

II is awful to contemplate what might happen should the unfortunate man miss a couple, or even one, of the delicate missiles as they come in quick succession.

 

The bottles are gone, the fruit is gone, the plates are gone. There are only the tables, and chairs and lamps and flowers left. Hurrah! Up goes a chair, then a table, then a lamp, and a bouquet. Then more chairs, more tables, more lamps, more bouquets. They fly all over the room. The air is thick with them. Yet not one is missed. They all come back to their owners in due course. The Ramblers are clever - very clever, and they are genuinely funny and amusing.