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Show PAYING FOR THE SPOONS If it were not for the souvenir thief no hotel manager would be gray-headed or bald. Their lives would be one long dream of bliss, broken three times daily by a spasm of happiness when they sell 35 cents' worth of food for $1.25. But. the memento grabber ages him. "We tried to make the waiter protect the silver," said one the other day. "And we found that after the waiter worked for us a month he owed us money, because be-cause of fines for stolen silver. That wouldn't" do. That, same waiter would do his waiting elsewherefirst else-wherefirst trying to break even with the establishment estab-lishment before leaving. And it is very unpleasant unpleas-ant to lock the doors of a private dining room: until we audit the teaspoons." So all hotel managers have adopted a new plan. The cost of stealing silver is included in the bill for the meal you take in the public dining din-ing room. That is a matter of average. When you dine with a merry little party or several merry little parties, as it sometimes happens in a private room, it is also included in the bill. Not long ago the man who entertains out-of-town buyers buy-ers in a certain wholesale line ordered a private-dining private-dining room and a special dinner for a half dozen guests. The hotel manager gave him a figure. "Tell your cook to sprend himself on this dinner," din-ner," said the prospective host, laughingly. "My guests are all from the west." "Pardon me," said the manager, hurriedly. "T forgot an item. Your hill will be $2 more." The host looked at the memorandum and found an item marked "spoons." "Much hotter to chargo for the spoons in advance," ad-vance," said the hotel man. without a blush. "The-ladies "The-ladies from out of town all take 'em. So do the-ladies the-ladies from in town. This way we're safe an they're aved a sin." |