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"Now that you've all finished laughing at me," she declared good-naturedly, "I hereby invite all of you, even Elfreda, to Martell's for the salad, which is my part of the ceremony." "Oh, goody, it's Waldorf!" exclaimed Elfreda delightedly, as, seated about the big corner table at Martell's, perhaps twenty minutes later, they saw the salad brought on. "You knew what we liked, didn't you, Emma?"
He was born in Waldorf, Germany, on July 17, 1763. At the age of eighteen, according to traditional accounts, he went to London, where a brother, George Peter, was in the business of selling musical instruments. Two years later with "one good suit of Sunday clothes, seven flutes and five pounds sterling of money" he emigrated to America. Landing at Baltimore he proceeded to New York City.
I have them from many notable men of my country, including President Diaz. I do not carry them with me, you understand; but I can produce them whenever I choose. If you wish, I will make an appointment with you, at which I'll satisfy you beyond a doubt that I am exactly what I represent myself to be. If it is possible, I should like to have you dine with me to-night at the Waldorf.
Grant Arkwright reached the Waldorf a little less than an hour after he had seen the bride and groom drive away from Doctor Scones'. He found Craig pacing up and down before the desk, his agitation so obvious that the people about were all intensely and frankly interested.
'Write an invitation f'r ye'rsilf on ye'er cuff an' come along with us, says she. 'I'll do it, says the Cap, an' he sint f'r an automobile an' goes along. "Well, ivrything was all r-right f'r awhile, an' th' Cap was assaultin' a knuckle iv ham an' a shell iv beer, whin Willum Waldorf Asthor comes up an' taps him on th' shoulder an' says: 'Duck. 'What name? says th' Cap. 'Asthor, says Willum.
At last comes the historic match-box incident. On that October evening in 1910 he dined early at Miggleton's. The thirty-cent table d'hote was perfect. The cream-of-corn soup was, he went so far as to remark to the waitress, "simply slick"; the Waldorf salad had two whole walnuts in his portion alone.
How different, he mused, from his own city with its one fashionable thoroughfare Fifth Avenue monotonously lined for miles with hideous brownstone residences, and showing little real animation except during the Saturday afternoon parade when the activities of the smart set, male and female, centred chiefly in such exciting diversions as going to Huyler's for soda, taking tea at the Waldorf, and trying to outdo each other in dress and show.
Wilmott had not accompanied her on this trip, and, being much alone, as most of her friends were in the country, she had seen a good deal of M. Kittredge, who frequently spent the evenings with her at the Hotel Waldorf, where she was stopping. She had met him through mutual friends, for he was well connected socially in New York, and had soon grown fond of him.
Needley awoke and came to life as from the dead. There was bustle, activity, and suppressed and unsuppressed excitement on every hand the Waldorf Hotel once more opened its doors the Congress Hotel was already full. The reporters interviewed everybody with but one exception the Patriarch.
You never catch me dining at Sherry's nor the Waldorf. And you never met me out socially, did you, now?" I confessed I had not. "And then, I always live under an assumed name." "Like 'Jones'?" I suggested. "Well, sometimes 'Jones'," he admitted. "To me," I said, "'Jones' lacks imagination. It's the sort of name you give when you're arrested for exceeding the speed limit.
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