the Sunday
midday
And yet , more and more as the days went by , this old-time film would unreel itself before the eager eyes of Merton Gill . Often now it thrilled him as might have an installment of The Hazards of Hortense , for the food of his favourite pharmacy was beginning to pall and Metta Judson , though giving her shallow mind to base village gossip , was a good cook . She became the adored heroine of an apparently endless serial to be entitled The Hazards of Clifford Armytage , in which the hero had tragically little to do but sit upon a bench and wait while tempting repasts were served . Sometimes on the little bench around the eucalyptus tree he would run an entire five-thousand-foot program feature , beginning with the Sunday midday dinner of roast chicken , and abounding in tense dramatic moments such as corned-beef and cabbage on Tuesday night , and corned-beef hash on Wednesday morning . He would pause to take superb closeups of these , the corned beef on its spreading platter hemmed about with boiled potatoes and turnips and cabbage , and the corned beef hash with its richly browned surface . The thrilling climax would be the roast of beef on Saturday night , with close-ups taken in the very eye of the camera , of the mashed potatoes and the apple pie drenched with cream . And there were close-ups of Metta Judson , who had never seriously contemplated a screen career , placing upon the table a tower of steaming hot cakes , while a platter of small sausages loomed eloquently in the foreground .