Scene at one of our Hotels.
--Time, 9 o'clock. Enter gentleman with an overcoat, very cold, and in a hurry.
Gent--"Ah, give me the key to 39.
Clerk, not very impressible or enthusiastic, "What d'ye want with key to 39?" "I want to go to bed, sir." --Sternly, "The devil you do!
And in Captain Smith
's room?" "Certainly; Captain Smith
and myself are rooming together; it's all right." --"Captain Smith
," bawls the clerk to a gentleman near by, "does this here man room with you and Mrs. Smith
?" Stranger disappears out of the back door.