The Birmingham age-herald., 1914-06-16
"The Man Of the Hour is Mr. George w. Trayor, Jr.
 Mana9er of the Magnificent NeW TutWiler
Bx DOLLY DALRYMPhE

nant. strong, and fixed itself in an unpre- tentious office in the big Empire building.
 Although southern by birth and breed ing. 1t flashed directly from the north.
 From New York city, in fact, where for the past three years 1t has gleamed and grown until from one end of that great metropolis to the other 1t is known in hotel circles for It's oapabllity. level head edness and splendid executive ability.
 This personality is none other than MT. 1 George W. Traylor, Jr., the manager Of the splendid new Tutwiler hotel. which opened it's doors to the public yesterday, under the most favorable and fattering auspices.
 Small of stature. slender, dark haired and alert, eyes that are keen and deep seeing, that's your first impression of MT. Traylor as you engage him in casual con- versation.
 Strength, dynamic force plus, and the most penetrating sort of judge of human nature, yet underneath all these business qualifications, a kindliness and a sym pathy that comes from long experience (although MT. Traylor is a very young man) and understanding.
 That's the last impression of him-the impression that you take home with you after you've sat in his beautifully ap- pointed offices in the new hostelry of which Birmingham is so proud, and chatted with him for an hour.
 In penetrating his Individuality there are two difficulties l may say, en passant, to be encountered.
 | One is his work
 1 The other is--
 The Tutwiler hotel.
 Work has been his life-hard work and genuine love of it; dreaming of castles and construction of realities.
 The Tutwiler hotel Is the pride of his life.
 And
 Into it his modesty merges his own identity.
 Or rather-tries-whe you are doing your best to convince nim that he's the whole show" and the object of your story.
 Write about the hotel" he says promptly, while you quite as promptly suggest that you want to write about him.
 There's very little 10 tell about my self" said he with becoming modesty I'm just here, as manager of this hand some hotel, the finest in the south, or anywhere else, and that's all"
 Where did you come from, where were you born? You had to be born some where, you know, and you had to- I be- gan.
 Certainly" said Mir. Traylor, smiling, and then you felt as if you were sort of | getting next" to the man who has had | such a tremendous burden on his mind and heart in the preparatory preparations for the opening of the big hotel. Pm a country boy" pure and simple, and I'm proud of it. I was born near Spartan burg, S. C., and lived there until I started out in business for myself" 1 (Which happened obe?" I interrupted.
 1.-The hotel business' he said proudly. T started at the age of r as a clerk in a little hotel of just 22 rooms" 1 Had you, when you were a boy (of course, you were one them made up your mind to go in the hotel business?" | asked.
 'Yes, from the start that was my inten- tion," said MT. Traylor. T had no pull nobody to push me along; there was nc
 graft or gain for anSSody; so I jus ] worked and forged ahead. determining tt make my way to the top' Have you never been in any othe business since then2' l asked
 "Never, and I never will" was tn quick answer. T remember the advic
 very dictinctly that my relative, Col George W. Traylor of Atlanta, gave ma when l WAS very young. He told me if wanted to succeed, to choose a bushes: I liked and stick to It. He then illus trated it by a very clever story"
 Tt was during dull summer season, MT. Traylor continued, land Colone Traylor wanted me to give up my worl at the hotel and go on the road for hin and sell cigars and tobacco. knew he was man of very fin, business ability, and had been success full and so I listened to his advice anC
 went. There was large bill of good
 to be sold in Savannah. something lils
 s2oo00 depended on. the transaction ant he sent me to accomplish it. I went. came back a dismal failure I told hin wasn't a salesman and never could be
 and that I was going back to the hote
 business. That was what I liked an, , what I wanted to follow. Then he toll
 me a story. He said
 . My boy, you are right. Stick to on thing and you'll succeed. To show yo
 how it works, I'll tell you about an in
 eident that happened to me. l advertise for office boy on one occasion and , as usual I had at least 40 or 50 an !, swers. I told the youngsters to mee me at a certain time at my office an ! when l got there I found dozens of ther 4 , very good humor and I told them why I said: Boys. last night when I wen
 out to my country place I was ker
 awake half of the night by a screec | owl. It put me in a very bad humol couldn't sleep and finally I got m gun and went out to kill that owl. Whe
 I got there I found he was in the barr
 but I couldn't place him exactly an
 began to tumble around to find som
 matches. Finally I found one and lo l cated the owl As I aimed at the birt and shot the gun and a great conflagra S ton followed, the hay and stubble and a s the things in the barn ignited and W had a terrible time.' At this junctur f Colonel Traylor went on to say that h g had many interruptions. One little bo { asked if it burned the barn up; ar : other If it set his clothing on fire; ar
 other if the hay was all destroyed. an
 everyone then asked different questions
 At last he said he noticed one little re , headed, snaggled toothed, freckled face
 boy standing well to the rear, who hadn u said word He said he looked at hir and caught his eye and quick as t flash the youngster said: y Colonel Traylor, what want to kno' a is did you kill the owl?' l That's the boy I was after" Colon, Traylor said. His mind was on the mai