garçon

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gar·çon

 (gär-sôN′)
n. pl. gar·çons (-sôN′)
A waiter.

[French, from Old French garçun, servant, accusative of gars, boy, soldier, probably of Germanic origin.]

garçon

(ˈɡɑsɒn; French ɡarsɔ̃)
n
a waiter or male servant, esp if French
[C19: from Old French gars lad, probably of Germanic origin]

gar•çon

(garˈsɔ̃)

n., pl. -çons (-ˈsɔ̃)
French.
waiter.
References in classic literature ?
How of all that, mon garcon? And how of the heap of trifles that you can see for yourselves in yonder corner?
She told him he was a bon garcon, and she meant it.
There was no one about, but under an electric bell was written Garcon. I rang, and presently a waiter appeared.
"Servez-vous mon garcon," said he blandly, when I had put a couple of huge lumps of continental sugar into his cup.
"C' est bien pour un garcon de rein comme cet individu dont vous avez fait un ami, mais pas pour vous, pas pour vous.*[2] Only a hobbledehoy could amuse himself in this way," he added in Russian- but pronouncing the word with a French accent- having noticed that Zherkov could still hear him.
Sais-tu, mon garcon, although you are a tutor, you ought to have been born a prince.
"That fellow (ce garcon) is a primitive nature, but he may be an artist in a sense.
When his eagle eye fell on me, mine probably flashed back in response.' Voila un garcon bien eveille!
Certain signs of intelligence which passed between Voliere and the other garcons showed me the fact."
I invoke your consideration of the scene--the marble-topped tables, the range of leather-upholstered wall seats, the gay company, the ladies dressed in demi-state toilets, speaking in an exquisite visible chorus of taste, economy, opulence or art; the sedulous and largess-loving garcons , the music wisely catering to all with its raids upon the composers; the melange of talk and laughter--and, if you will, the Wurzburger in the tall glass cones that bend to your lips as a ripe cherry sways on its branch to the beak of a robber jay.
The porter, the garcons, the bourgeois, all knew le Colonel Silky, who was now a great man, wore moustaches, and went to court--as the court was.
The serene Teuton found the supper table and was happy, eating steadily through the bill of fare, and dismayed the garcons by the ravages he committed.