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HUMORS AND TROUBLES OF A WOMAN'S HOTEL
Women Who Expect Too
Much and W^men who
Marriage Froposals in Shady
Corners-Cupid Qn the
( < r T^MR problem of living will be the
I death of me!"
* The bachelor girl threw down
"catch all," sketch hook, vanity bag
and gave her pompadour a vicious Jit—
"Every full when I come bnck to
town it's the same old story— 'Where
shall I live? How shall I live?' Oh,
for the irresponsibility of a peacock,
bird of paradise. Illy of the field, my
lady's lap dog — any old thing that
hae shelter and living provided with
out personal solicitude! T have sam
pled every phnse of housing known to
detached women, from hnll bedrooms in
exclusive mediocre boarding houses to
the partment on the co-operntlve plan,
from the tower of nn office building
to a cupboard in a college settlement;
dined en famllle and hunted, like dog
Tray, a bone from high priced restaur
ants or dairy kitchens to vegetarian
joints — In short, everything In lodging
and eating line possible to a foolhardy
bachelor girl, until the loneliness, the
misery of It all, has become appalling."
"Why not marry?"
"Can't afford it. Most of my married
friends support their husbands. Haven't
come to that yet, but suppose I'll get
there In time."
"Ever try a woman's hotel?"
"Tried and been tried," chuckled the
disgruntled bachelor girl, "and fat
tened In the process."
"Meal in American dining room or
"Neither! Miracle of flesh is Impos
sible to either."
"How did you live, then?"
"On laughter," smiled the bachelor
girl. "Simple, unadulterated laughter."
"I thought women had no sense of
' "There's where the laugh came In.
The back to town girl gathered up
her traps and her interlocutor joined
the laugh at the expense of that wit
less, humorless kind with which an im
aginative public peoples a woman's
Why a woman's hotel should pique
man's 'curiosity, tickle his risible and
evoke an equivocal smile from the
choice feminine coterie credited with
that rare gift in women — humor — is
one of the anomalies of metropolitan
From time immemorial women have
lived together in small or large num
bers without man's protection, asso
ciation or support.
Catching Its Humor
Let doubting cynics loiter a spell in
the lobby of a woman's hotel, enroll
as understudy to the room clerk or
"keep , store" a day at its news stand.
Allowing for all the known foibles and
idosyncrasies of the "weaker vessel"
which housing by the hundred under
the same roof naturally brings to the
surface In exaggerated relief, there are
few things In a woman's hotel so hu
morous or inexplicable as mere man's
attitude toward it once he crosses the
Some men have their preconceived
prejudices dispelled after a single vis
it, while never wholly recovering from
embarrasment on entering it. Others,
bent upon being funny at the expense
of women who have the audacity to be
independent of them, sustain the trend
of , the press, from which their knowl
edge has been acquired, and accept a
woman's hotel as did Dr. Johnson her
ability to write:— "Like dogs who learn
to dance on their hind legs. The won
der is not that thoy do It so well, but
that they can do it at all."
"Is this a woman's home?"
They were three timid female trav
. "A woman's hotel," corrected the
"Then why are there so many men
"For the very renson that It Is a
■woman's hotel," smiled the Prince of
The truth Is, as many men are to bo
met in a woman's hotel at the proper
time and under the proper conditions
as at any other public hostlery.
"I am overpowered by Its prepon
derance of feminine atmosphere," re
marked a gay bird of a woman, who
speaks for thousands. "Every time I
visit it, it makes me long to be star
boarder at a Mills hotel."
If there Is a boarding house, apart
ment house or hotel in Gotham, Mills
excepted, where women do not out
number men, It is unknown to an ay .
erage observer of how the other half
lives. The radical difference, if any,
In the number and type of woman met
In general hotels and that of a wo
man's exclusive hostlery is In woman's
otitude toward the men she encount
ers there, and who take to her pres
ence as naturally as to ice water or
cocktail. Women in "mixed" hotels
dress and strut with the air and the
assurance that Invite and expect mas
culine admiration, while their sisters
In the exclusive woman hotel expect
ancy of masculine admiration or at
tention is a side rather than a con
trolling motive in the making of a
toilet and the exhibition of the same.
It is In the public misconception of
a ' woman's hotel that often lies half
"Sorry I cannot accommodate you,
sir. But I can give the lady a room."
Loaded with shawl straps and golf
bags, he had bustled In, with the lady
in the case in close pursuit. Thinking
he meant to register for her, the clerk
turned the book to the youth, who
wrote with the audacious flourish of
new possession, "Jphn Strong and
"Room for the lady and none for
me? What do you mean?" he demand
"We do not accommodate men," was
the reply. "This is a woman's hotel.
I have a room for the lady, but none
"Do you mean you would separate
us?", he gasped.
"Looks like It."
"My God, man, I just got herl" and,
grabbing luggage and bride, he made
rapid transit to the street.
."Where's the barber shop? Want a
•have. In big hurry to catch a
Into the hand of the ministerial door-
keeper the new nrrlvnl slipped a tip.
"No shave, sir, but you can be made
beautiful while you wait. First door
to the east."
"What are you giving me?"
"Woman's hotel, sir."
Were the room clerk of a woman's
hotel wanting in sense of humor un
happy Indeed would be his lot. If
there is a feminine weakness he does
not encounter In the discharge of his
duties It must He beyond human ken.
After twenty-four hours spent with
eye and ear fixed upon the "man be
hind the desk" testimony must be
borne to hlB efficiency to serve in the
most trying nnd delicate of diplomatic
missions. It was his busy day. He
had answered the same question a
hundred times. His hair stood on end.
His facial muscles were In the vortex
of a skirt dance.
Room Clerk's Troubles
"Are you the room clerk?"
She stood, tail, lenn and lank In
her widow weeds.
"I don't know, madame, whether I
am room clerk or the recipient of fe
male complaints. I give It up what I
am. Excuse me a moment (aside).
Porter, there is n broken pane In Miss
Blowheart's window. Tell the house
mnn to put a new one In right away.
She has just berated me as if I were
the wind and did the mischief. Evi
dently she expects me to sit in the hole
and stop the wind until there's a new
pane put in. Hurry up and save me.
Now, madame. what can I do for you?"
"I nin the relict of the Rev. Barstow
Smith. Since the passing of my dearly
beloved from this life, I have been a
lone woman in Hoboken. It occurred
to me, when I read of a woman's ho
tel, It would be a nice place for a lons
"What does a single room for a sin
gle woman cost?"
"Same as for a double woman — from
one to three dollars, without board."
"A day, madame. Can I show you
Before he could recover breath fi fifty
dollar stockholder had him by the
"The occupant of No. 810 keeps up
such a racket opening nnd shutting
doors and drawers at ungodly hours
that sleep Is impossible. She's not a
desirable person for this house. She
never goes out until eleven at night,
and comes in between two and throe.
This hotel is no place for a woman who
keeps such hours."
What About It?
"That's very true, Mrs. Goodhue.
But a number of our guests have the
habit. What are you going to do about
She came on tiptoe, and her voice
was in her heels as she leaned over
and whispered audibly.
"The woman next to me smokes,"
she hissed. "The smoke and odor come
through the keyhole into my room.
Jt's sickening, abominable, disgusting."
The clerk shook his head as if in deep
Distress. "And what's your number,
"Three hundred and fourteen."
"Ah, yes, I remember. And your fumy
neighbors I .'"
"So, so. I recollect very well. It's Miss
Thistledown. She suffers from asth
ma and the doctors prescribed cubebs.
It's the only thing gives her relief."
"You don't say so! Oh, the poor
dear! You must think me a horrid,
wicked woman for doing such a wrong.
I hope God will forgive me."
"I hope and I think, Mrs. Heavy
At the Theaters When Los Angeles Was a Village
LOS ANGELES has always had the
reputation of being a good show
town. She enjoyed this distinc
tion even when she had a population
'slightly rlßing on 6000. Twenty years
ago, when the population of the town
was anywhere between 20,000 and 30,000,
the National Opera company took in
at Hazard's pavilion In one week $47,
000. Shortly after it was compelled to
disband In Washington, D. C, because
that was comparatively n poor show
town. The elder of the Locke brothers
had carried it all over the United States
and found Los Angeles the greenest
spot on the continent.
These boys were Pasadenans, their
father being: one of the original Indiana
colony. If this city was responsive to
high class opera it Is needless to say
that a circus has always had a drawing
power equal to a porous plaster. The
managers of the show that held forth
at Prager park a few weeks ago said
that they took in more money here in
the two days in which they played
than in any two days they had shown
In all their show history,
This Ib, of course, owing to the large
"paisano" population. The average
Mexican or Southern Californian of
the lower classes would rather die
than miss a circus. It may be
a question as to whether, occasion
ally, some of them have not died to
furnish a compatriot the means of
crowding his person into the sawdust
Probably the first place in Los An
geles which had any pretensions to be
called a theater was the old Merced.
It was running full-fledged when I
came here on a visit In the spring of
1573. It was at that time a variety
show of fair pretensions, belonging, if
I remember right, to old man Abbot.
It was on Main street, near the Pico
house, on the same side of the street.
Vivian, an Kngllsh variety actor of
some note, was playing to fairly good
houses at that time.
The Turners also were In the habit
of playing pieces at their old hall on
Main street, sometimes giving them
selves. German plays and at others
leuiing their stage to local and tray
LOS ANGELES HERALD SUNDAY SUPPLEMENT.
welght, that He will. Don't worry
about it and I won't."
That man's restriction to the second
floor of a woman's hotel Is detrimental
to courtship is refuted at Martha's
W. D. Howells' observation that the
prevalence of lovemaking in the parks
of New York fairly makes him ache 13
scarcely les3 applicable to the cosy
nooks and limelight expose of this
reputed Adamless Eden.
"I heard three proposals one night
while I was reading my evening pa
per," said a jolly bachelor who holds
the center of "Millionaire Row." If
men are prevented from going above
the second floor they get their innings
on the telephone. That the wires of
the latter are not more frequently
burned o.ut is due more to the resist
ance of the insulation than the want
of heat in the messages, that, alas!
too often reach beyond the ear of the
Such was the recent fate of a
blonde who in diaphanous draperies
floated back and forth so often from
her room to the telephone on the
tenth floor that she wore holes in the
carpet and got on her neighbors'
nerves. The climax came at midnight.
."We are all alone, dearest," cooed
the lady, who had been at the 'phone
off and on the greater part of the even
There was a vigorous turn of a
knob at the end of the corridor.
A Marcel-waved head and a be
flounced "nighty" appeared in the open.
'No, you're not alone— not by a hall
full! If you don't stop that infernal
chatter, hang up the receiver nnd let
tired, honest folk sleep I'll cut the wire.
Nice time of night to be calling up Tom,
Dick and Hiirry! Go to bed and cover
cling players. They certainly had the
most extraordinary drop curtain that
was ever shown on earth. The pros
cenium arch was surmounted by a
painted effigy of the "Divine William,"
who looked like a Teuton who had just
come from Bingen on the Rhine or
from some penetralia In Swabla. The
body of the curtain was overspread by
a mass of partl-colored advertisements
whose tout ensemble suggested more
a diseased liver ripped open and
spread broadcast than anything one
could speak of.
Old Turner Hall
Notwithstanding this pictorial mon.
stroslty, very often some sterling
dramatic stuff was played upon boards
which ordinarily served as the vaulting
floor of the German athletes who owned
the building, and whose gymnastic
appointments were In an ample room
buck of the stage.
As I shall not have occasion in this
brief sketch again to refer to old Tur
ner hall, 1 will simply say that, in the
old days. Miss Hortense Sacrlste, the
wife of the late Senator Stephen M.
White, Miss Mamie Perry and other
of our notabilities figured either histri
onically or vocally on those boards, of
course as amateurs, generally for the
advancement of some local charity.
The first pretentious theater ever
erected In Los Angeles was built by
the late O. W. Chllds on the east
side of Spring street, near Second,
where the Orpheum theater now
stands. For those days It was a very
handsome structure, with an insignifi
cant facade, but good and modern ap
polntments both In the auditorium and
for the stage. Its builder was too
modest to name the building for him
self, and it was known under the some
what magniloquent title of the Grand
opera house. It was opened by the
distinguished French actress, Mile.
Ithea. Mr. Chllds made a quite neat
address from one of the proscenium
boxes, and the affair passed off with
great eclat, the elite of the town, of
course, being present and giving the
This was the first distinctive break
in theater building In Los Angeles, as
I presume the building of the Mason
up your head or there will be something
doing." The door banged to.
"Good night, Dlckblrd," said the di
aphanous blonde, and up went the re
ceiver, while a chorus of laughs float
ed through a corridor of open transoms.
The public's attitude toward a wo
man's hotel Is reflected in the litera
ture displayed on Us news stand. In
titles there Is enough of heat to start
a conflagration. That it is a man's
Written for The Herald by Col. Joseph 0. Lynch
opera house on Broadway was the
consummation, with the many other
thesplan edifices which have sprung
up between whiles.
First Real Theater
There was another rather unique
place in those early days, where some
times amusements of a mighty re
cherche kind were brought off — no other
than Mott hall, over the Mott meat
market. About twenty years ago no
less a personage than Madame Adellna
Pattl, the world'B renowned soprano,
accompanied by Scalchl, the Inimitable
contralto; Tagllapetra and other celeb
rities, sang In concert over the car
cases of beeves and sheep and lambs,
In that same hall, and that waß long
before the "farewell" stage of the
It was perhaps the learning of this
sacrilegious association which made
Patti fight so shy of Lob Angeles ever
since. From that day we have heard
nothing from Scalchl, and even Mr.
"Stonecutter"— the English for that ex
quisite name, Signor Tagliapetra— has
seemed to prefer our room to our com
In those old amusement days there
were a lot of snide resorts on the or
der of Bergle'B varieties nt St. Louis
in the old days. One of those was on
the east side of Spring street, whoso
site is now covered by pretentious
business palaces. Here beer was
jerked about by active young women
of the class of the liowery "gals" In
New York. It was much frequented
by sporting men, prize fighters and all
Here I have seen Charley Mitchell
swaggering about In the days when he
was young and handsome, and this
professor of the mitts could put on
more "dog" than any man of his rank
I ever saw. Jim Jeffries could not, In
a lifetime us long as Methusaleh's, ar
rive at a fraction of the cheek of the
said Charles Mitchell.
Around on Court street there was
another such place, and it has kept
its ground, with very few omissions,
ever since, varying the order of its en
tertainments, lv this latter resort I
have seen the celebrated prize fighter,
Jem Mace, who is the only one of the
iKi>»Ws H rl H rri^' '** T l* v v •>• v 'rfTTm •
selection goes without saying.
They were waiting for her. They
were in fancy vests, spats and one wore
a monocle. They were scanning the
book Stand. "Wanted, a Husband,"
read the elder, with a knowing glance
to the only petticoat in sight.
"I should think," said the younger,
"it would have a capital sale here."
"Now there Is just where you miss
It," smiled Petticoats. "If you only
tribe who hns succeeded in rounding
Into the seventies In a hale and hearty
condition, with a promise of living to
There is no better indication of the
high class of the teeming population
of Los Angeles than the multiplica
tion of high caste theaters and the de
cay and disappearance of the obnox
ious dives. It is a proof that our peo
ple nre eclectic.
Emma Abbott Popular
Emma Abbott In early days, and In
all days, in Los Angeles, was a great
favorite with our people. The Angelic
City was the radiating point in start
ling and sensationally fatal episodes in
the life of this gifted woman. She
always liked to come here, and never
missed an opportunity of doing so. It
was my privilege of enjoying a warm
and exceedingly pleasant friendship
with both Eugene Wetherell and his
wife, who were devoted to each other.
Emma had great ambition, and in
those days she was quite of opinion
that she was as good a soprano as
Pattt, in which she failed to find many
people to agree with her. I was able to
escape any collision on that point by a
true and frank confession that, beyond
a luxurious sense of enjoyment, I knew
nothing of music. I remember that the
last talk we had upon the matter shti
told me that havoc had been wrought
with Patti's vocal chords, that she had
recently, in Paris, been under vigorous
medical treutment, and that all her
scales had been cut down. I have no
doubt that to some extent all this was
As a consequence of her belief, about
this time the Abbott was often heard
In "Travluta," Patti's favorite role, and
in which nearly all the singing 1b done
by the soprano and the baritone. At
the time of which I speak the Abbott
combination was singing a holiday en
gagement at the Grand. On Christinas
eve her husband started oft for Denver,
to make preparations there for an en
gagement which was to follow her Los
Angeles date. Wetherell was a large
and exceeedlngly handsome man. On
his arrlvul there. In midwinter, he wa»
attacked by pneumonia and died before
his distracted wife could reach him.
Knowing how much .attached they were
Hew Mere Man, Jlespite Bis
Sickly Smile, is inevitably
Pvcrcomc When He
Inters the Lobby.
knew, the majority of women In this
hotel have had too much of It. That's
why they are here."
Even the chambermaids are not with
out their sly dig, so Industriously do
they keep in touch with the picture
"Where la Mnry?" asked a guest of a
"She's gone, ma'am."
"Well, it's time. She wna hopeless."
"That's whnt they all be saying, but
they ought not to be too hard upon her.
She never worked in a hotel before."
"Where did she work?"
"A lunatic asylum, ma'am."
The maid giggled, while the guest
suppressed a Hinile.
"Why do you laugh, Mary?"
"I be telling the girls a lunatic asy
lum ought to be a good training for a
That such a successful and widely ad
vertised innovation in metropolitan life
should be imposed upon by the un-
to each other, I can well imagine her
Singularly enough, Emma Abbott
next year played a holiday engagement
in Los Angeles, this time at the Spring
street theater. Her company opened
In "Robin Hood." Being quite busy,
I did not send my card back on the
stage as I was wont frequently to do
with her, nor did I call on her at her
hotel earlier. As I was i going down
to Santa Monica next day, an was my
usual custom, a messenger boy handed
me a heavy mourning envelope which
proved to be a note from her asking
me to come and see her at the Nadeau.
I found her still in deep grief for Weth
erell. In the course of her remarks
"Poor Gene! When he left me last
year he was bo particular In caring for
me and cautioning me to take care of
myself In this beautiful, sunny Los
Angeles, while he went to cold and
chill Denver, and to his death!"
In Good Health
When I had this melancholy conver
sation with Emma Abbott she waß In
no sense whatever what the Scotch call
fey. She was oppressed "by no appre
hensions whatsoever. There was noth
ing of Lochiel's "Coming events cast
their shadows before", about her. She
was in exceeding good health, but like
her husband, the year before, she was,
if anything, in too good health — that is,
too fat. These are the kind of people
that pneumonia too often takes hold
of. She closed up her engagement here
and started out to open the new the
ater at Ogden. She carried out this
contract and was at once thrown on
her back at Salt Lake, as her husband
had been the year before, and died
there as he had done in Denver, a
place with an analogous climate.
In the early amuxetnent resorts of
Los Angeles it would not be seemly to
omit reference to Hazard's pavilion.
This great building was put up by
our sometime mayor as a proof of his
confidence in the future of our city.
It did good and varied service in its
time, and came to tts end only the
other day. During its history, the
African explorer . Stanley, who could
not 1111 a third of its space, haa
Hcrupulous was to he expected. Like
religion, It does not escape at times be
ing a clonk to the disreputable, an an
chorage for the rtorellct.
Indeed, so vnlunbln Is the address that
ncoroa of women, who would blush to
•he found outi nnd who cannot afford
the price of living under Its roof, reg
ister for a night, order their mall to be
directed there, then seek cheap quar
ters In the vicinity.
•They are the most unpleasant peo
ple we have to deal with," said the mall
clerk. "Their impatience and Impertl-
nence are often beyond belief. They are
indignant if they don't receive instant
attention. If letters are not forthcom
ing they do not hesitate to berate us
as if it were our fault."
Orange— What is a presidential bee,
Lemon — W. J. B.
lectured in it, Jim Corfcett has boxed
in it and prayer folk have made its
aisles resound with their supplications.
All sorts of political spellbinders have
held forth there, including the stiver
tongued Tom Fitch, *ho propounded
therein the theory that the proper
thing to do with the surpfcjs was to
"blow it in."
It was a place of varied memories,
consecrated to pretty much anything
one hns a mind to think of. Let ua
hope that, under the guidance of Broth
er Burdette, there shall arise opposite
the Central park a thing of beauty
and a Joy forever. It Is pleasant to
know that everything points to such
a happy consummation. It Is somewhat
to be regretted, however, that the
name of our public spirited townsman
Is lost In the shuffle, as was the fate
of E. J. Baldwin, who built the Baldwin
hotel as his monument, which is now
known as the Flood building in San
Francisco. And Alvinza Hayward —
likewise and more of it. Sic transit
Bagpipes and Gardeners
"Tom" Jenkinson, head gardener at
the Peacock conservatories, whose
chrysanthemums are on view to tha
number of 3500, Is an ardent Scotchman,
with a passionate love for all things
that come from the Land o' the Heath
er. He and a few kindred bouls hava
organized a bagpipe band that will
soon Bhow Plttsburg the possibilities
In untamed Highland melody. Mr. Jen
kinson Is the leader and every man of
them wears kilts utter the manner
born. It is one thing '.- play the bag
pipe, but to do It properly one must
have the blood of a proper clan In one's
veins to give the true "skirl." Mr.
Jenkinson holdß that a Scotchman and
only v Scotchman cun be a good gar
dener or a piper.
"An Englishman learns to be a gar
dener from the top down," says Jen
kinson. "A Scotchman starts from the
bottom with a spade digging vegetables.
That's why bo many gardeners coma
from Scotland. They learn bit by bit'
over there."—- Pittsburg Dispatch.