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Wednesday, May 25, 2011

tales of the hotel st crispian, chapter 8: "room service, or speak my hungry heart"

by Horace P.Sternwall

edited by Dan Leo*

illustrated by rhoda penmarq and konrad kraus

*Ass’t Professor of Classics, Typing, and Phys. Ed., Olney Community College; editor of The Pleasure of His Company: A Celebration of the Life and Works of Horace P. Sternwall in the Words of his Friends and Colleagues (Olney Community College Press; The Contemporary Oral History Series).























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3 comments:

Unknown said...

Do the room service people really say "chow?" This is a different world for me. I've never see an automat (vending machine sandwiches?)

I did once see Eddie, a guy from the mailroom I liked a lot, use the wrong elevator and fall to his death. He was operating the one next to it. (And Manny wonders why I prefer the stairs.)

rhoda said...

st crispian takes place - so far - in a long ago and far away timeless universe - of around 1949. where people called food "chow" and drank coffee in automats.
and wore fox furs and drank martinis and drove cars with chokes and throttles on the dashboards.

seriously, automats were already on the way out in the 50s, although according to wikipedia the last one didn't close in new york
until 1991. so i don't wonder that you've never seen one.

Letitia Coyne said...

Also, we know from Marilyn that kisses won't help with automats. You need diamonds for that.

The take home message from Dark City is automats are useful for retrieving lost property, collecting clues, meeting hookers and avoiding playful 'why, I oughta' cops. Oh, and dispensing sandwiches.

Lxx