The Roswell daily record. [volume] (Roswell, N.M.) 1903-current, 1907-05-29
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True Facts About New Works. Luxur-
ious and Palatial Hotels for the
Everyday People.

The ST. Regis has received perhaps
the more vulgar and sensational ad-
vertising-unsought, disclaimed and
detested Of the management-than
any other hotel. At the time of its
opening it was described almost en-
tirely in terms of dollars. The ten
thousand dollar bed" the hundred
| dollar a plate d%inner," were much talk
ed of The price mar seemed to be
the average chronicler's only standard
of luxury. The desire of the manage
ment to construct a palace which
should tempt multi-millionaires to give
up their town houses was alleged witt
a counting house s1obbishness painful
to read. The result was twofold; the
management tore it's managerial hair.
and that part of the public which likes
to attend heiresses' weddings unlimited
and to take it's tea in proximity to un-
known fashion, FASTENED to see the
building, hoping apparently to find in
it the a~pothesis of the Eastside saloon
whose renown was the silver dollars
imbedded in its floor. They were
grievously disappointed, says Anne
O'Hagan, in the course of an article
on the hotel luxury, in the New Broad
way Magazine. The dollar-mark did
not smite them between the eyes
when they enter the quiet, sumptious
lobby of marble and Caen stone, no
riot of decoration made them dizzy.
Two, +nn Gov 70 mod bridal oh hpr
and the bed of great renown did not
blind; there were no bars of gold,
but merely beautifully blended strips
of ~tulipwood; the walls did not gilt
ter with yellow metal nor was the
chandelier jewel-hung. The woodwork
was elaborate and delicate in soft
French gray and ivory white, the walls
hung with blue brocaded tapestry.
The beauty of exquisite harmony, the
richness of exquisite workmanship,
were here and nothing more-a blow
to those who measure splendor by eff
%fulgency.
Effulgency is the attribute of wealth
most conspicuously absent in the st.
Regis, its appointments, and on the
whole, its guests. Since the disap-
pointment of the early mob of sensa-
ton seekers and sensation providers,
its clientele a beer chiefly those to
whom wealth is a commonplace. Now
adays in it's tea-room, for example
the subdued cream of its Caen stone
and Istrian marble Frightened by the
mirrors in which they are reflected,
lit by a vaulted dome of stained glass
its ceiling decorated by a series of Gu
Did and Psyche Iunettes painted by
Mr.. Robert Van Worst Sewell-here
in the late afternoon are no strained
eyes of a~ppraisement, no avid compu-
tations of the cost of costumes, no
feYerish stares of inquiry. 1t is not a
room where women come to see and
be seen; it is a room to which they
come for tea and talk; there is much
beautiful dressing and some bad dres-
sing, one as matter of fact as the
other. There is elegance-but not
elegance of parade. So, later in the
day, it is with the men. Personages
are there-but personages off duty,
among peers. The wonderful sixteen
tn century Flemish tapestries il the
cafe of quartered English oak, the
yellow and white Venetian damask
which softens n dazzling briIliancy
of tae white marble bal with its
crystal e~lectroliers, the Aubusson Ia
pestries of this reception room, the
white mahogany and silk panels of
that, blended into harmony, subdued
by use to the royal Worcester and
Minton of the table services-all these
sumptuosities have cen ordinary.