If a white elephant, adorned with tar and talcum powder, strolled down Fifth Avenue, Manhattan, at 12 noon, trailing behind her a train of toy trolley cars, each painted, in large letters, with the name of that excellent hostelry, The Hotel Roosevelt, what would this be? It would be a publicity stunt. What would a hardboiled, wise, cynical, alert newspaper reporter think it was? He would think it was a front-page story. This, at least, was the opinion which intelligent persons were compelled to adopt after witnessing last week in Manhattan an example...
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