Evening Republican, Volume 20, Number 65, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 16 March 1916 — Wanted the Front Door Key of New York Hotel [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

Wanted the Front Door Key of New York Hotel

NEW YORK. —Henry Lightman, who hails from Jarbridge, Nev., and whose previous metropolitan experience was all garnered in goldfield, will take back to his home bailiwick some big city adventures that will make the boys

there gasp. Mr. Lightman has been sojourning, or, to be more explicit, starting out from the McAlpin hotel. He arrived here at the invitation of capitalists to converse on the subject of a tungsten mine in which he has a major -Interest. His expenses were being paid—a fact which Mr. Rightman dwelt on the other night when he approached Robert Dunlop, the assistant manager of the hotel. “Pardner.” he said. “Vou’re connected with this ’ere ranch around

here, ain’t ye?” 7 On being assured that Mr. Dunlop was, Mr. Lightman drew him to one side. “Well, It’s this a-way," he explained. "I'm out tonight with a friend that’s with me” —referring to Mr. Jacob Giffold of Goldfield, also here on matters of mining—“and we may be out late. So if you’ll just get me a key to your front door we’ll let it go at that.” Mr. Dunlop laughed weakly. “Pretty good,” he said, believing that the obvious answer, and he strolled away. “Hey, wait a minute!” yelled Mr. Lightman. “‘About that key? We are goin’ to stay out late, and ——” Mr. Dunlop, realizing that he meant It, assured him that the hotel kept open all night. Mr. Lightman, thus assured, went on his way with Mr. Giffold. They returned at four o’clock in the morning in company with a taxicab and a newly found friend. That day Mr. Lightman was around the foyer bright and early. He caught sight of Mr. Dunlop. “How do you like the town?” ... “Me?” asked Mr. Lightman. “I like it. Say”—and then he told him of his wild, wild night