Word: hotel
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...mile drive from Boonville, Mo. to Jefferson City. After he got to town, tall, grey-haired Attorney John Windsor decided to put off his tryst with history as long as possible. For a while he lounged in the lobby of the Governor Hotel. Then he went over to the Missouri and dropped in on the Rotary luncheon. Finally, with the air of a man who has been drafted for a patriotic pageant, he went off to the state capitol to help elect the President of the United States...
...international set at Istanbul was telling a true one on wealthy and open-handed Indian Ambassador Diwan Chaman Lall. Despite a 10% service charge tacked on to all his bills at the famed Park Hotel, Ambassador Lall knew well that the hotel's underpaid staff would be expecting tips when he left. So one day recently before rushing to catch the Ankara Express, he armed himself with a handful of crisp banknotes to take care of them. Sure enough, when he checked out, there was an expectant echelon of busboys, waiters, doormen, bellmen, telephone girls and elevator operators...
...Harvard and Paris. Since he repatriated himself and joined the New York Herald Tribune, he has become America's most readable, and perhaps its best, music critic. Concertgoing by night, and composing by day in his dim, Victorian rooms in Manhattan's old Chelsea Hotel, he has also become one of the few U.S.-born composers who can (or cares to) catch the sights, sounds, smells and flavors of the U.S. in his music-one reason that documentary moviemakers like Pare Lorentz (The Plow That Broke the Plains) got him to compose their sound tracks. A suite from...
Before we could get out of the room a Cambridge lady materialized at the door with a manuscript she wanted Miss Cam to read. A quick appointment was made, and we started out for the Cam suite in the Hotel Commander...
...over and over again. There seems to be great waste everywhere." The telephone had begun to ring again. I opened the door and asked rather foolishly if she had done much reading of American fiction? We were both sort of jumping up and down with impatience by now. The hotel maid came out in the hall to watch. "Oh my yes," replied Miss Cam to my question, "I much admire Dorothy Canfield and I read a novel about New Orleans--what was it? which I liked very much." She picked up the phone and smiled with anticipation. As I walked...