Los Angeles herald., 1907-03-16
HEARD AROUND
THE CORRIDORS
GUEST DRESSES HuRRIEoLY
AND FoRGETs-ol SHOCKING
BY THE EAvnsDRoPPER

The next time Walter r. Dinsmore, a
San Francisco and Los Angeles man
Of prominence, has occasion to answer
a long-distance call In the early hours
he will look well to his personal ap-
pearance before leaving his room.
AS 1t is now, when he sees q member
of the feminine sex he SHES and hides
behind the nearest post, and it Is even
said that when he goes abroad hereaf-
ter he will have his Japanese valet
precede him as a body guard.
Mr.. Dinsmore Is guest Of the Alex
andria hotel. Seven O'Clock yesterday
morning found him still In bed, and
some impatient friend at the other end
Of q long-distance wire, no one knows
where, was trying to rouse him.
The japanese valet answered the call
and Mr.. Dinsmore jumped UP, hurrledly
drew on his clothes, picked up his hat
and started down stairs for the long
distance telephone
On the way to the elevator he met a
party of women friends Just returning
from mass, where they went in their
effort to keep Lent faithfully.
He tipped his hat and was passing
on with a CHEEKY good morning" when
he heard some one vainly trying to
that in some way he was responsible
for the outburst, but, unable to dis
cover the reason, he put the thought
away from him.
At the entrance to the elevator he
stopped to let an elderly woman go be-
fore him, and as he did so he tipped his
hat He saw the corners of her mouth
twitch and felt yet more embarrassed.
She, too was laughing at him.
He glanced in the direction of the
bellboy, who had turned his back and
was making brave effort to keep from
| bowling aloud.
He stepped out of the elevator and
was about to walk off in the direction
of the telephone station, when he hap
pened to glance floorward. Panic seized
him.
| of pink silk pajamas extending from
beneath his trouser legs and falling
over his shoes to the floor.
He forgot all about telephone calls
and everything else save pink pajamas
He turned to the elevator, thinking tC
escape to his room before he was seer
again, but alas, the elevator, too, hat
gone back on him. 1t was somewhere
in the vicinity of the eighth floor al
that time, and to the pajama- conscious
man the wait seemed interminable.
why, Mr.. Dinsmore, good morning.
said sweet feminine voice in his ear
and he looked to discover that another
of his friends was an early riser.
| "Oh, er, yes, good morning, Mrs.
he said as his knees gave way beneath
him and he tried to double his feet out
of sight. OF course the woman no.
ticed something strange In his manner
and of course she followed his glance
| in the direction of his feet.
| She was too polite to laugh, but he
eyes had a merry twinkle that sem
Mr.. Dinsmore hurrying off into the
lobby leading to the stairway, thinking
he could there have a better chance OF
escaping the early risers. Unfortunate
ly the lobby also leads into the dining
room, and there Mr.. Dinsmore encoun
\ tered another party of friends. HI
made a dash for the stairway, leaving
the laughing group behind him, and fel
straight into the arms Of the porter.
Say, old man, I'm in a Of fix
and you have got to get me out. Hid
me somewhere, for heavens sake"
The porter looked around the corner
expecting to see a blue coated mimic
of the law in hot pursuit, and then
saw the pajamas.
When Mr.. Dinsmore finally did ge
back to his room he devoted the create
part of the morning to his personal ap
pearance, and her valet Is ferventl
hoping that his friends will defer thei
telephone calls until later in the day.
Mr.. Dinsmore has not yet discovered
who was at the other end of the line.