San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1926-01-31
The Married Life of
Helen and Warren
By MABEL HERBERT URNER
Helen'S Bathtatb Bed

SGNIOTHIN' but a single room with
~ a couch!" was Warren's grim
report. "Said they'd change US in the
mornin'. Well, what d'you want to
do?"
Still in the taxi, Helen hesitated.
The third hotel-and almost midnight
"Oh, / suppose we'll have to take
it," climbing out over the bags. TOO
late to try any more"
Leaving the porter to bring in their
luggage, they turned into the marbled
entrance of the Park Hotel.
Dear, make him promise to change
US right after breakfast. Our first
day in Munich-we don't want to
wait around for a room."
"He's only the night clerk-but
they'll fix us up in the mornin',"
swinging her through the revolving
door.
The ieathered. hardwood lounge
now dimly-lit and deserted.
At the desk, the clerk, in polite but
broken English, assured Helen that
tomorrow they would be given double
room.
at won't be later than 0 o'clock"
with feminine persistency.
But he was courteously non-com-
initial as to the exact time.
"You can't pin 'em down to the
minute" shrugged Warren, now filling
out the "Auslander" blanks.
Through the great shadowy lounge
TO the mirrored, red-plushed lift.
HALL OF SHOES.
At the sixth and top floor. down the
usual zigzag halls OF uneven levels.
Shoes at every door ButtOned,
cloth-topped-foreign shoes.
Up n few more steps, and the porter
unlocked a door and switched on the
lights.
Hello, what's this:" as they en-
tered n bathroom. Where in thun-
der's he takin' us?"
How curious :" amazed Helen.
you 90 through the bath to get to
the room?"
Huh, had a long narrow room and
they put in bath. Couldn't take the
window end-so you hit the tub first"
The single bed, wardrobe, writing
table, washstand, and short. high
backed sofa crowded the curtailed
room.
why, that's not a couch! It's a
sofa-you can't lie down. How can L
sleep on that:"
Does look punk" admitted War
ren, scowling at the high scroll ends.
"We'll have 'em put in a cot"
But the porter, who could not speak
English, turned to the wall phone.
"Hellol" Warren took the receiver.
OlNc mt lhc uiShI SitIh-
body who speaks English. What's
that? Darnation! I'll have to
90 down. You stay here"
Tell him 1 can't sleep on that
They must put in a cot or something"
I'll see what 1 can gun up. Can't
be too choosey when you dust in here
at midnight" stalking out through the
bath.
Left alone, Helen, taking their night
things from the suitcase, inventoried
the room.
COUCH OR NOTHING.
The top floor, always the cheapest
and least desirable in European no.
tells. Yet here was every needed COM
fort. And the beddiDg-luxurious
Linen sheets, softest blankets-and
the thick feather "uber-bett."
II only it we're three-quarter bed
But that narrow single width-impos-
sible for them both!
The one long window overlooked
court. The opposite windows now dark
except on the ground floor-a glimpse
Of the kitchen. A scullery maid polish
ing huge copper saucepan. How
clean the wooden table and sawdusted
floor.
NO cotsw Warren strobe IN
through the bath room. "Struck him
for another room-thought he hight
have one up his sleeve. But notbin'
doin'-that's straight. Some industrial
exposition on-every hotel in Munich
full-up."
"T6en I must sleep on that?' her
hair brush poised. ;.
Hes sendin' the maid to make IL
up" flingilg his coat over the one
chair.
Make IL M? How can she-vith
those ends? There she is now" start
ing 10 answer the knock. This Datn-
room entrance is too funny lot
wOrdsw
"Gutten Abend," the middle-aged
maid deposited an srmful OF Dedding'
With brisk capability she started 10
make up the sofa.
Crisp sheets, fresh pink and-whlte
blanket-all folded not TO toucn tne
floor. The pillow against one scroll
end gave the steep incline OF an III
valid's back-rest. ;
Dear, that's no better than
chair" as the maid withdrew.
"Oh. you're so little-you can Gun
up," shrugged Warren. NOW IN
goin' to take a bath-that closes inc