Los Angeles herald., 1910-05-17

spring clothes. And there is some class
to those clothes at that. Go and have
look.
The entire interior of the big dining
room is being redecorated in most
becoming manner. The walls are being
worked off in panels in ivory and
green. These panels will in turn
be decorated with California MOVERS.
The work is being carried on under the
Immediate supervision of Manager
John S. Mitchell and take this tip:
If you want to find Mr.. Mitchell in the
next few days, in fact, any time until
the job is done, don't go to the ONCE
go to the dining room.
Mr.. Mitchell was in a mighty good
humor yesterday (good humor is
continuous performance with hlm, any
way,) and he let out several good little
stories. Here's one:
Member me telling you about the
man who hid his money in his shoe,
and then, forgetting about it, accused
every one in the house of grabbing II
from him? Remember? Well, l had
another happen like that the other day.
There was a woman here from Arizona
"a very wealthy woman-and among
other things in the jewelry line she
possessed was a string of pearls. Ihey
certainly were beauties, too, and she
told me that some one had sent them
to her from Africa. Well, the other
morning she came tearing downstairs
and into my office.
What's the matter, madam
asked
'Why-why-' she began. Don't
say word about it, but my pearls are
gone-gone completely Now, don I
trouble yourself, don't make any fuss;
they don't amount to much; It's all
right, only-only I wanted to tell you
they were gone.'
"'Why, we most certainly will inVes-
tigate, l told her. When did you see
them last?'
Last night she answered. of
course 1 wouldn't accuse any one of
taking them-certainly not-but then,
you know, these girls like Jewelry, and
especially pearls. Understand l am
accusing no one-but you know they
do take things once in a while
Certainly, madam I told her.
When are you going to leave?'
"'Tonight,' was her short reply.
"'Well, now, you do this. After you
have been home a couple of days write
me and tell me what you think became
Of the pearls. BY that time can have
investigated and discovered the Of
fender.
l"She promised to do so. and yester-
day I received this letter. 1t states
that I need not mind looking for her
pearls any more, as her little daugh-
ter, fearing that someI one would take
them, had placed them in one of her
mothers bedroom slippers, and she had
slept with them in there that night she
missed them.
"And vet" said Mr.. Mitchell, musing,
that woman would have been awfully
mad had told her when she first came
to me that she probably had mislaid-
not lost-her Jewels"
And then he sprung another one.
At the Hollenbeck the telephone
booths for the use of guests of the
house are labeled For Guests Only"
A nice looking woman stepped up to
Mr.. Mitchell the other day and asked
If she might use the phone.
"Why, certainly, madam" replied
the genial manager.
"But where?" questioned the lady,
gazing vacantly around the lobby.
Fright over there" informed Mr.
Mitchell, indicating the labeled booths
'"They are there for that purpose"
The lady gazed at the booths
minute.
"Why, I can't use those phones" I"
she exclaimed; blushing.
"And why not?" asked Mr. Mitchell,
just trif1e put out by the tone of her
voice. what is to hinder you using
them?"
"Why, they are labeled for the use
of gents only"
Mr.. Mitchell ducked into his office in
a hurry before he exploded.
"And the Angelus cutups are at it
again. exclaimed the official story
teller at the Angelus last evening, just
before starting her string of yarns
going.
whats up now?" someone asked.
Gather round, and I will endeaVor
to explain" she answered.
ITS the travelling men again. They
are the cutups. Last evening bunch
who sell shoes started out about 8
o'clock to see the town, and inciden-
tally a show. They went to the Or
pheum, and when it was out, being
mere men, the first thing they thought
of was getting something to eat. So
they hiked to the Bristol.
"At the Bristol things began to pop,
all kinds of things, and before long
it was time to close. Sadly the bunch
began to get themselves together ready
for the sad departure across the street
and to bed. They hated to do it, but
what's the use of arguing with a
sleepy waiter.
"Then one of them discovered that
he had lost his handbag-you know,
satchel, grip, or whatever you want to
call it. He raised a howl, which by
conservative estimate could be heard
in Long Beach, and a search began.
In due time, and after numerous
tables, chairs, men and bottles had
been spilled on the floor, the hand
satchel was found setting on the front
steps where he had deposited it on
coming down.
But there was more coming.
have a notion to tell the guys name
who started this second rumpus-any-
way he sells women's shoes out of
Rochester, N. Y.-are you on? Well,
he let out a squeal which beat the
formers yell by miles. 1t was a YER
liable explosion.
HE had lost his hat.
"The whole thing had to be done all
over again. Search as they would,
however, there was not a thing stir
ring in the lid line. 1t was gone-gone-
gone.
"Mr. Man from Rochester almost
wept-he had only bought that dicer
the day before in Frisco. Fierce luck.
He couldn't talk of anything else all
the way across the street. Finally he
went to bed-a sadder-but wiser man.
Never again for his. New hat--lost
hat-and he went off into dreamland