Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-08-10
THE BILL WAS $245.
How the Chorus Girl Paid the Hotel
 Proprietor.

How the Chorus Girl Paid the Hotel
 Proprietor.
 There is no getting ahead of the chorus girl. We hear of Mrs James Brown Potter having to sell all her effects to pay her bills. We read of leading men and leading women go- ing to court for a heggarly $500 Sue caeding editions keep us posted on the apparently interminable war between Belasco and the syndicate" But did | anybody ever hear of chorus girl | getting the worst of deal? If so, let him rise and narrate.
 On the corner of Thirty-fourth street and Broadway last night at about the time when Sam Bernard in- side the Herald Square. was throw ing his second spasm in the effort to pronounce the word "liniment," two chorus girls met and talked. Hello, Mazie.' said one, eying the others gown critically. Still living at the hotel?"
 "No, Mona. dear, I'm no longer there," replied the other arranging her hair with the aid of the nearest plate glass window. "I'm up on Forty seventh street now, in the dearest little fiat. just love it. But say! I certainly did make that hotel mana ger look like a short super in the rear rank.
 You see I owed him S245 for board and room rent. And what kind of a chance of paying it this summer did I have with nothing but roof gardens and photograph concerts oD BrOad' way? We'll. one day I received < note from him. It wasn't the first one, you know, Mona, but it was worded differently from the rest. It practically said I could pay the S245 that morning or get out.
 What did I do? We'll. you know, my dear, I am honest, so I squared the bill I also got out of the hotel, and the whole operation cost me noth- ing. I don't know who paid--I didn't. Some one. I suppose, was stuck.
 When I received his nasty old note I remembered promise which a friend of mine had made to me. He told me I could order complete new street outfit this summer, and he would pay for it. All right. Billy I thought. 'now's the time to test your faithfulness.' So hied me to shop and I picked out a perfect dream of a gown marked $110. 4 hat marked $50. a pair of slippers at So, six pairs of stockings at S1.50 per pair. white pique suit at $40. three shirt waists at s1O each. and some gloves and wells, and things brought the whole bill up to S245.
 When told them to send the stuff up to the hotel they did it, for they knew me. and I had always paid my bills. When they arrived I united all the packages and spread the things out on the davenport. on the chairs, on the mantelpiece and on the bed. The gown. the hat. and the stockings, I tied together and pinned on them a piece of paper reading: These worth S1i9-they pay for my board
 The slippers. the pique hat and shirt waists I made into another bundle and wrote on it: Scratch out my room rent bill. These cost sI9. Take them in remembrance of me. The gloves and wells and things l tied up and labeled To incidentals. Sl3.
 Then put on my hat. called an expressman. had my own things taken up on Forty-seventh street, and walk ed out. And. Mona. dear, you will come up and see me. won't you? I have a perfect dear of a fiat-and-
 Who paid for the gowns and stock ings and thingsI Oh. I don't know. I'm sure. Billy said he would. Don't you think I was rather clever? Good bye. dear. and don't forget to come and see me.''-New York Globe.