Los Angeles herald., 1910-05-13
&c In Hotel Corridors &c

D HERE has been a lot of dope
written about day clerks, front
n clerks, room clerks, key clerks.
mail clerks, information clerks and
about every other kind of hotel clerk,
but there is one individual who has
been passed up almost entirely. he is
the night clerk. The guy who stays
until all hours of the morning to put
belated wayfarers to bed and finish up
any little jobs the boys on the DAY
watch are unable to attend to. The
fellow who has to keep busy when
there is absolutely nothing to do, no
one to talk to-who has to go to bed
when all the rest of the world is just
starting on another jolly old day
that's the night clerk, and some long
suffering bard, who is all out or SUD
jects should just hand ont a few
verses eulogizing him.
He really is to be pitied. He can
never have a girl, for what young Wo-
man would favor a fellow who can t
come to see her even once a week, let
alone half a dozen times? Even the
daily trend of his married life Is badly
disturbed by the late, unholy watches
which he keeps. At the same time
there are few divorces among the hotel
night clerks-possibly because they al
ways have good excuses for staying
out late.
And still, there are some advantages
about being night clerk. Scientists
claim there is no difference between a
night and day clerk. These inclVio-
uals themselves differ with their more
learned brothers. The clerks know
there is a difference-in salary.
oil s.fa hotel
proprietor who was about to discharge
one of his room clerks for some rea-
son. Just before the manager tied
the can he happened to consult an OLD
hotelkeeper.
"I'm going to fire So-andSo," said
the young manager.
"Why?" asked the old manager
The young man explained, stating
several grievous offenses which the
clerk had committed. The old man
listened patiently.
"You don't want to fire him." he
told his young friend. You want to
make him night clerk. That's worse.
HURRAH FOR DANIEL CUPID,
ESQUIRE!
The little blind, or alleged blind, boy
is at work, and as usual is busiest at
his old stamping ground-the Hollen-
beck hotel. Result-tWo marriages at
the Hollenbeck yesterday.
There certainly must be something
In the atmosphere at the Hollenbeck.
Nearly everybody who stays around
there long enough gets 1t. Some of
them get over 1t, of course, but in
nearly every case it's fatal.
In yesterdays first match figured H..
C. Bowles of New York city and Miss
Jessie l.. Simmons of Clyde, Ohio,
both of whom are guests at the Hollen-
beck. They were married at noon and
will spend their honeymoon here. No.
wedding took place last night. The
principals were e. u. Haggerty and
Miss Alice e. Rushton of Kansas. They
will make their home in Los Angeles
A couple of drummerS were talking in
the lobby of the Alexandria last even
ing, and their topic OF conversation
was, to say the least, surprising one
for drummers. They must have both
been married and homesick, for they
were talking music.
Did you ever hear a drummer talk
music? No? Listen-this is what they
had to say last night:
"There's something awful brewing
in the popular music line" said the
iconoclastic salesman. Have you got
hep to it? It's touch of the great
masters, the big boys in the realm of
tones. Don't know just how ii started,
but l guess it was that thing on the
Orpheum circuit ringing in Mendels-
sohn's Spring Song. That wasn't SO
bad, if the thing could only rest with
that. But now 1 see there is another
one-about that lovely melody Ruben
stein wrote. When saw that 1 said
to myself, the things off; before the
end of the year every last one of the
great masters will have turned over in
his grave several times and groaned.
If there is anybody that lacks real
originality it Is the so-called popular
song writer. One in several hundred
strikes something new, and then all
the others dig in after. You remember
After the Ball. that started all the
rest of 'em on some sad dance affair.
Where the Silvery Colorado Wends It's
Way sent them all up and down the
streams of the country. Remember
Waltz Me Around, Willie?' Then the
others got to wo-stepping and polka
ing. So it has been going in the pop
ular song line, until finally one of them
discovered Mendelssohn. I'll bet that
at the present time several hundred of
these song writer's are poring over the
masters, trying to figure out some tune
that can be introduced by them's the
melody he wrote Now, don't for
minute think 1 am knocking the big
boys They we're the real thing, and
all others are limitations. But this is
what's coming We are going to have
fair maidens throwing themselves off
cliffs with slush words set to Verdi s
'Miserere:' the brave young soldier
cutting through the enemy, waving the
stars and stripes, to the March from
Faust while the butcher boy who is
in love with Annabelle will pour forth
his yearnings to the strains of Bellini's
Hear Me, Norma
"Wagner's Evening Star will surely
be frazzled. Talking about evening
stars reminds me of Halley's comet.
1 hope it will hurry along. If it hits
anything hope it will collide with this
new song notion"
Just to illustrate how hotel clerk
must be continually on the lookout for
crooks and dead beats and their like,
Fred Wood of the Hayward staff told
this little story last evening:
"It was while 1 was in one of the
houses in Salt Lake city," he began.
land was very well acquainted with all
the hangers on around the hotels.
"At this house the cafe was in the
basement, and l always tried to ar
range my luncheon hour so as to be in
the dining room when 1t was not
crowded. This afternoon about 1;S0
o'clock 1 was down getting little bite
to eat, and there was not another per-
son in the room, with the exception CT
the cashier a pretty little girl who
was altogether too innocent to handle
the money she did. During the meal l
glanced up occasionally, hoping that
some one would blow in and eat with