Word: baden
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...days when Europe's elite took the cure at Baden-Baden, the spa's fashionable hotels were equipped to handle all comers, no matter how whimsical or wellborn. But in these days, when Baden-Baden's hotelkeepers concentrate on the methodical ranks of Germany's industrial aristocracy, who make their bookings well in advance, no one was quite prepared for the telephone call that came from the West German protocol office...
...urgent request for bookings. A "high-ranking personality from the Middle East," name top secret, said a voice on the other end of the line, was planning to drop in at Baden-Baden with a few friends and relatives. "He wants," the voice went on, "a large hotel for himself, plus accommodations in other hotels-a total of about 90 beds-by next Tuesday...
Profitable Inconvenience. Willy Brennecke, general manager of the dignified old (90 years) Schloss-Hotel Hahnhof, agreed to evict his regular guests to make room for the new visitor-Saudi Arabia's oil-rich and autocratic King Saud. It would be inconvenient, but inconveniences could be tolerated in Baden-Baden for a party prepared to pay $10,000 a day. While Willy mobilized, other Baden-Baden innkeepers embarked on the difficult task of persuading their own guests to double up in bathless bedrooms in order to take care of the princely overflow...
When the 32 Saudi royal visitors (all male), their aides, and seven tons of their luggage at last arrived in a motorcade of 50 cars and trucks escorted by screaming German police cars, Baden-Baden was ready. A Saudi Arabian flag had even been found tucked away in the spa director's attic and streamed triumphantly in the breeze beside a palm tree hurriedly erected in the hotel park. King Saud, a bit testy from the rheumatic pains which had brought him to the spa, was shown his own bed and told that it had once been slept...
...they played, a shapely maid dropped around to deliver a cake. In less than a minute, she was back down in the hotel lobby, aflame with blushes. "The big one with the beard," she stammered, "he told me to take off my sweater." "I cannot understand," said one of Baden-Baden's hotel managers, "why there are no women in the party. I hope there won't be any trouble...