The daily morning journal and courier., 1905-07-01
REsoRr-BooKLETDREAMER.

I'm beginning to believe that I'm a cheap man." observed the fat, frank individual with the witty collar in the rear seat of the open car. "Or, if I'm not exactly a cheap man, then I'm sure a phony, a plus bogus, an imitation of the kind of merchandise that's wrap ped in the gilt foil.
 l I'll tell you why I think so: I've developed into a confirmed summer resort booklet maniac. If there are not at least 795 proprietOrs of SIP a minute summer hotel hourly expect i ing me to romp along to their es- tablishments, accompanied by six children, eight nurses, two valetS, not to mention a wife and three Gallic maids. then there isn't one; and that's no pill phantasm.
 My O-per-month home is clut- tered from cellar to attic with sum- mer resort booklets, tied with pink and ecu ribbons, and with obsequi- ous, groveling letter from hotel pro prietOrs who've become possessed of the belief that I'm the silent partner and pal down here in Washington of half the millionaires who live and l is in season.
 T began to send for their booklets along towards the first of May. In re- questing em to send me along their booklets, I dropped them a few lines to the general effect that I thought of looking their establishments over along about the 18th of June, in company with my family and servants, limiting around that l thought a couple of ground-floOr suites ought to about do for Us. and suggesting that if they couldn't come to any understanding on a basis, say of S75O week for the
 bunch of us there'd be no use in their getting into communication with me
 at all
 ''I had a whole lot of fun in writing
 these letters, and a plenty more in
 reading their replies, which is why I've
 about reached the conclusion that I
 am natural born cheap man, or
 something resembling the sane. It
 makes me feel like all kinds of d puff
 toad to have them come back at me
 with the reply that about the only
 way they can fix me out with my fami-
 ly and outfit at their plant will be to
 turn out a few members of the Astor-
 bilt and other families that have al- ready arranged to, board along with
 tn em for spell, and when one of them informs me that the orange suite at present occupied by the look of
 Sans-Mud and party will just about be
 vacant on the date named I naturally
 swell up like a bull pup on corn bread diet. and I keep on feeling like all the money, until my wife asks me
 when I'm going to have my last sum- r liners Oxford ties half-soled
 Yesterday I wrote to one of them,
 who abijectly offers to take me and 2 mine at his Narragansett establish , for $1,00O a week, asking him what kind of an orchestra he's got in his dining room, and telling him that am !, exceedingly particular as to the brand
 of music furnished me while l eat. Ira expecting him to wire me back word that he's engaged Walter Damroschs
 orchestra just for my especial benefit, which'll give me an opportunity to a execute a renege by writing him that '. I'm an enthusiast over the Italian f school of opera. ! Along towards the first of August. when my annual leave begins. I'll be
 hiking the wife over to some little
 Atlantic City or Asbury Park plant
 where they'll fix us out for about SIS |, or $20 week for the pair of us and l we'll have more fun out of that than a barrelful of simians, too; but this j. dreaming along with the booklets and : the hotel proprietors letters fills in !, the interval in great shape. I sure am Q a cheap man. right, and the nearest ' I'll ever get to ground-foor suite !, I've had already at no greater ex- = penditure than the price of two -cent l stamp. But what's the use of waking ) up till the gong rings gs?"-Washington /. Star.