Birmingham age-herald., 1895-09-08
A CONVERSATION
Overheard bya Reporter Complimentary Re- marks About the Morris and Its
 Genial Proprietor.

Let me tell you.' said well-known tobacco drummer, .1 have been on the road for nearly twenty years and have put up at nearly every house where I could put up, but somehow I feel more au home here than at any hotel I know of. l have brought my wife and daughter here several times and they have stopped here for several weeks and they were al- ways ready and anxious to come again. I'm glad to get around to Birmingham"
 The drummer cooked his feet against the wall of the Hotel Morris, tilted his chair back at an angle of 54 degrees. took the cigar, the end of which he had been cnewIng, out or his mouth and examined it With critical eye, stuck 1t back be- tween his lips and began to spout rings of smoke as he looked hard at his com panion, to whom his words were ad- dressed. His companion seemed to be veteran knight of the grip, having the bon homme look that none but veteran in the front ranks can have; in the lapp-l of his coat he wore a Travellers Protec- tive association button and he occupied a large berth on the sidewalk on First avenue fronting the Morris. He, too, had his chair tilted backwards, one leg crossed over the other, and while taking things easy gazed steadfastly into the newly arranged dining room. where the walters were rushing noiselessly to and fro, with their menu cards and trays full of the choicest edibles, the entire interior being blaze of electric lights.
 Drummer No. said nothing in reply at the moment but after gazing appa- rently to his hearts content said sen tentiously: This is a dandy, surer' Then turning to drummer No he said: Say, Jim, you know I've been on the road a long time, and have stopped at all kinds of hotels-good, bad and indifferent. l somehow always liked the Morris and have never stopped elsewhere since the house has been built. When I came to Birmingham at first, you know, it was without dining room. Then Nabb took charge of the house and fixed up the one they have been running, but somehow l always thought it was cramped, and didn't seem to me to be on a scale with the balance of the house. Not but what Nabb always furnished the best of grub cooked to suit your taste, but the room itself seemed to be out of proportion with the magnitude of the rest of the place. Last Monday l got hold of a copy of the Age-Herald in St. Louis and l read it over pretty carefully, as I expected to be here this week. In it saw a glowing account of the fixing up of this dining room and I just made up my mind that Nabb had been stuffing the reporter, but was glad to hear that the Improvements had been made. though of course. I did not believe that it was on as elabo- rate scale that the artist made out 1t was. So when I got here Wednesday night and came in to supper was agree ably surprised to find that the reporter didn't more than do the subject justice I've been here since Wednesday night and, by jove, hate to leave It looks too good to go away from. I don't think I am sentimental. but I do like to see a pretty place and this is A heautv Come Jim. and let's take something before we go in to supper. I'm hungry
 AS the invitation did not include the he decided not to listen or say anything about their conversation and left them.