Dismounted Cavalry to the Rescue

One Sunday afternoon around 5:00 we decided to dine at our favorite restaurant,the Rendezvous. The close proximity of this eating establishment had made the 340 kitchen obsolete except of course for Sil.
There might have been 10-12 of us and for various reasons we dallied around long enough that Tee and Woody decided they could not wait and went to the "Vous" themselves. A few minutes later the 340 phone rang and whoever answered it quickly slammed the receiver down and announced,"Woody is in a fight".
We rushed out of the club en masse and charged ala a cavalry unit down West King Street. The sidewalks were covered in ice left by a recent storm but the group advanced un-deterred, Louie Wickersham, a big burly fellow, leading the way. He slipped several times as did most of us but nobody wiped out. Sitting in the parking lot on the corner of W.King and N.Mulberry was a patrol car belonging to Lancaster's finest. What he thought when he saw a dozen guys running full tilt toward the Rendezvous we will never know because he did not investigate.
We burst into the eatery and saw Woody and Tee calmly dining on their cheesesteaks with sly grins on their faces.We asked Woody why he called and he said,"I just wanted to see how long it would take you to get here".
Seeing there was no trouble we joined them for dinner.