Los Angeles herald., 1910-05-12
Around Hotel Corridors

banging on the door. 1.-THE gas is es-
Gaping"
wall, I guess [ know it," calmly re-
turned the rural gentleman on the in
side. That's why I shut the door"
The Anderson hotel, located at Cotton,
is to be closed soon for an indefinite
period. This is the decision which has
been reached by William Anderson,
proprietor of the big hostery. At the
present time the dining room is being
dismantled
The reason for all this is that Cotton
is now a dry" town. Before the re
cent election, at which the saloons
were voted out, Mr.. Anderson an
nOunced that he would close his house
if the town went dry" 1t went in
that direction, nevertheless, and he is
now carrying out his threat.
Three cheers for the U. S. Grant
hotel al San Diego.
When this magnificent new house is
opened October IS, as the new man
ager, j. II. Holmes, expects, 1t will be
speaking likeness to a fort. Bugles
will sound the hours of the day, an
American flag will be raised each day,
as is customary at military posts, and
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will wear uniforms as near like those
of the United States army as is possi-
| BILE without incurring the dspleasure of
your Uncle Samuel
On the roof will be tents, in which
the guests may sleep if they choose.
Miss B. Eugenia Cunningham and
Miss Lillian Beesley, two young women
who aid the Loomis brothers in con-
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machine riding the other afternon, and
they had an adventure. They are not,
however, going around and telling
everyone about it.
They started out in a nice, big ma
chine with a handsome driver, and, not
having been to Long Beach recently,
decided to pay that resort visit.
Things went fine until they arrived
within the city limits of Long Beach.
Then they discovered that they had
been travelling too fast. Fact is, a
motor cop had to tell them that they
were. Perfectly innocent, you know
didn't realize that they were running
at such high speed-awfuly sorry
and all that line of talk.
The cop, hard hearted man, took them
before a police magistrate. However,
before they got there the driver man
aged to tell them not to give their
real names.
"Give the same name I do" he
warned the two young women.
The judge asked the driver his real
name.
II. Hurry replied the driver with
out a quiver.
And ?" continued his honor,
turning to Miss Beesley.
Una Hurry" she replied.
"Now, what is yours?" he asked Miss
Cunningham.
The poor girl could not think of
good hurry name, so she substituted.
something just as good.
Mines Lillian Russell" she an
swered meekly.
Speaking of superstition" said Fred
Wood of the Hayward yesterday, after
he had finished his race horse story,
reminds me of funny thing that oc-
Cured right here last Sunday. 1t was
Mothers day." you know, and every
one was supposed to wear a carnation
during the day.
II had lot of these flowers on hand,
so l handed one out to each of the
bell boys on my watch and told him
to wear it. They all did-that is, all
except one-Charley Richardson.
"Soon after I gave him his I noticed
that he did not have it on.
Where's your carnation, Charley?
asked.
" oh, 1 guess I must have lost it,
he replied.
'I gave him another, but about five
minutes later it was gone, too I'll bet
gave that boy a dozen carnations
during that watch and he got rid of
every one somehow. Finally I began
to wonder where they were going and
why he would not wear them. Then
remembered.
Before Charley came to the Hay
ward he was bookmaker. Now, if
you know anything about the races
you know that flower is considered
the biggest Jonah of them all at the
race track. That was what was the
matter with Charley. He still believes
that a flower will get his goat if he