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Let the working girls' hotel and the working girls' lodging-house be not only self-supporting, but so built and conducted that they will pay a fair rate of interest upon the money invested. Otherwise they would fail of any truly philanthropic object. As to their conduct as institutions there should be no rules, no regulations which are not in full operation in the Waldorf-Astoria or the Hotel St.
At the same instant there began a mighty pattering on the leaves of the dense tropic growth all about them, and a louder growl of thunder announced that the storm that had been heralded a few hours before was about to break. "Well, me for that African Waldorf-Astoria," cried Billy, grasping his rifle and making a dive for the hole.
Otherwise, his object in picking a large hotel being to avoid notice among a fashionable throng, he might easily have taken his "wife" to the Waldorf-Astoria, in which event certain complications even then hot in the making would not have followed their intricate course, while Hermione's future must have been affected most powerfully.
The population, still pale and nervously talkative, surged up and down the sidewalks. On the morrow the city put forth her hundred thousand flags. The very air seemed to turn to stars and stripes. The Madisons went to the Waldorf-Astoria, and in its refreshing solitudes felt for the first time in months that they must go in search of excitement if they wanted it; none would reach them here.
That Waldorf-Astoria apartment Cis was to live in it! There could no longer be any doubt of it. The ring was solid proof. Almost reverently he reached to take it in his fingers. "The same as Aladdin loved the Princess!" he said slowly. Cis gave a toss of her brown head. "Oh, Aladdin!" she scoffed. "This is really and truly, Johnnie! There's no make-believe about it!"
He's harmless, with his drawl and his round pink face that shines with admiration. Deliciously he patronized the ball. "Aw, Miss Winship," he said, "too large, too public. People prefer to dawnce in their own houses." The ball was at the Waldorf-Astoria. "The smaller a dawnce is, the greater it is, don't ye see." "But aren't any great people here?" I asked demurely.
In another little volume devoted to the praise of California, Willie Britt is on record as saying that he'd rather be a busted lamp-post on Battery Street than the Waldorf-Astoria. I said once that I'd rather be sick in California than well anywhere else. I'm prepared to go further. I'd rather be in prison in California than free anywhere else.
"But sometime? Ah! Then I make you a bet. I bet you ten dollar to one cent you not sleep in your bed to-night." The Major coughed. Then he frowned. "Is it so bad as that?" he asked. "I think he is." "I'll not believe it!" exclaimed Major Doyle. "This hotel isn't what you might call first-class, and can't rank with the Waldorf-Astoria; but I imagine the beds will be very comfortable."
Yes! had they a mind, they could call up the White House, that instant, or the Waldorf-Astoria. We spoke of our old trapper, and the old lady smiled. "Those are his socks I've been darning for him," she said. So the cynical old bachelor was taken care of by the good angel, woman, after all! Trapping was about all there was to do now in the valley, she said.
He stooped down and fished up a kodak. "A little more in the light, if you please, Mr. Courage. Thank you! That will do! Now side-face." I was snap-shotted twice before I knew where I was. Then Mr. Magg drew a sheet of paper towards him, and began to make notes. "You are staying?" he asked. "Waldorf-Astoria," I answered.
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