The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1907-07-25
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Stories Of Odd Hotels.

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night, and his simple inquiry covered
the entire ground
How you laik yoh aigs?"
Indeed, the south until within the
last decade, and in some spots still
furnishes the limit in the hotel line.
remember one evening in March dowr
in Kentucky, 1 had driven 25 miles
over mud roads, and, arriving at the
hotel, which appeared tolerably com
Portable, inquired if / could get hot
that ! could. A fine rain, half snow
was falling and a high wind blowing
| went to the room, disrobed, and
throwing a bath robe around me, fol
lowed the negro boy down the CORR
dor Pretty soon we emerged on to q
latticed back porch ON the second
story and in a latticework that was
covered with vines in midsummer
stood bathtub, into which the boy
had dumped two buckets of hot water
The latticework was open, and even
the faring lamp, sizzling as the snow
flakes struck it, revealed me to half
the neighbors. l gave up the luxury
Of the bath and retreated in as good
order as possible.
One Of the oldest hotels | ever
struck was up in the lumber district
of upper Michigan. hit the town e
election night, and found the place
crowded with loggers from all up and
down the river. There was one hotel
a small board affair. The office and
dining-room occupied one side, the
kitchen was leanto in the rear and
one long bedroom extending along the
entire side of the hotel completed the
outfit. A double row of cot beds with
heads to the wall made the furnish
ings, and yet there was only about
room enough for third of the Wis
itors in town to sleep. Along about
nine o'clock | decided to retire, and
the proprietor after looking me over
curiously and evidently debating in
wardly, assigned me to a bed and |
turned In.
At midnight every cot was filled
and half the picked log rollers were
snoring, when, suddenly and without
trace of warning, every cot was
overturned, the occupants dumped on
the floor. The sleepers arose, put on
what clothes they had removed before
retiring and started out without com
ment. | was dazed for a minute and
then began to kick to the boss, who
stood in the doorway and yelled: "All
Quit"
What the dickens does this mean?"
demanded, hotly.
First shift turning out" he ex-
planned, and as he did so line of men
marched in and retired, while those
who had slept in the first shift slipped
away to the near by saloons. At three
o'clock the second shift was dumped
onto the floor and at six, when the
third shift was dumped, l paid the
boss one dollar extra to let me turn in
and sleep until eight.
In earlier days, when | was selling
farm machinery in western Kansas, |
struck some queer hotels, but the odd
est of all was owned and operated by
genius named Richards in a little
village in Sheridan county, Is or 20
miles from HoXie.
Richards was a queer character,
and his speciality was invention. He
had invented more worthless things
than any man in the country. Almost
everything he made would work, but
they all required more time and la
Dor than the things he tried to inn
prove on. His barn lot and barn, as
well as his little one-story hotel, were
filled with things he had invented.
He put me to bed in small room,
perhaps eight by ten, with one small
window, and one extremely narrow
door | noticed as he showed me into
the room that the place seemed to
have double walls.
close, but after time | fell asleep.
Sometime during the night | was
awakened by a jarring, a rumbling,
and the thought flashed into my mind
that a cyclone had struck us. | leaped
out of bed and ran to the window. A
sickening sensation of falling came
over me. Everything was dark. |
jammed my arm through the window
and my fist struck solid earth. | was
terror stricken, but with jar the
movement ceased, and with a few
minutes we began to ascend again
and stopped suddenly. A gust of wind
struck nue. and as / was about to climb
through the window Richards opened
the door and asked:
How did she wCrk?"
| demanded an explanation.
Cyclone" he said, cheerily. Took
the calf barn and two haystacks and
part of Dobbs barn and his windmill.
thought it was going to hit us and
let you down"
The next morning he showed me
the mechanism. Every sleeping room
was really double room, the inside
being like an elevator, and he had
rugged weights and counter weights
until by pushing a lever he could drop
all the sleepers in the hotel down into
the cellar until the cyclone passed.