At 5 a.m. one morning last week Steamfitter Joe Fisher twisted a valve and the great steam tables in the Coffee Shop and the Oak Room kitchens began to hiss; at 7, Telephone Operator Alice Stuart clamped on her headpiece, spoke a few test words into the mouthpiece; at 8, redheaded Chambermaid Florence Donham checked over the soap and towel supply of the bath in room 2344; at 8:20, Barman Joseph Camille cracked open a case of I. W. Harper, with loving care began to fill up the empty shelves of the Rose...
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