Word: bellhopping
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...library. As the receiver hit the cradle of the phone she looked at the card, then looked at me, then said, more with her eyes than with her mouth, "Oh, so you're Mr. Wilson." By the time she said this I hand handed my bag to the bellhop and was taking out my pen t sign the room slip. Presented with a situation that must have seemed to her a fait accompli, she gave...
...were about. Luckily, we have now a modern, well documented case of psychic photography before us. The two paths have met again, in the investigations of Dr. Jule Eisenbud, a reputable Denver analyst with a standing interest in psychic matters, into the apparent supernormal abilities of an alcoholic ex-bellhop from Chicago, Ted Serios. Dr. Eisenbud's book, The World of Ted Serios, details what is either one of the most sophisticated and widespread hoaxes of modern times, or a genuine gift of life to parapsychology in the form of a psychic event which can, within limits, be controlled...
...bumps into all around town. Nor does he suspect the identity of his sweepheart. Bobby is a rakehell who keeps a card file of his conquests with horse-racy annotations ("Slow starter but good in the stretch"). His flat is in a smallish Manhattan walk-up with a uniformed bellhop in the hall...
Spicier recollections came from Bobbie Ann Sells, 22, and Patsy Jo Harris, 28, both of Chattanooga, both admitted prostitutes. Patsy said that she was called to the Read House by a bellhop during the trial. She went to the eighth floor by elevator, she said, where she met a "marshal" who walked her up the two flights to the jury's tenth-floor quarters. There she had intercourse with five of the jurors. She was paid a total of $100 by a bellhop, who told her that he got the money from "the marshal." At one orgy involving marshals...
Fresh in from Avalon, Ohio (pronounced Uh-hia), to attend a corn-fed Manhattan postal convention, Evie (Geraldine Page) coyly introduces herself: "I'm a postmaster. Suppose I ought to say postmistress, but that sounds a bit racy." Desperately folksy, she calls the bellhop "Shorty," greets the switchboard operator with: "You sound as if your name ought to be Virginia...