Rensselaer Republican, Volume 14, Number 17, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 12 January 1882 — Western Hotel Manners. [ARTICLE]

Western Hotel Manners.

tfelt Lake Tribune. A certain urbane resident of this city recently paid a visit to Butte, Montana. He stopped at one of the firstclass hotels of Butte, and, in considers- -, tion of his standing here, he was given the “boss”room oft the parlor on the ground floor. The next morning after■ his arrival he appeared at the door of the office without any too many clothes on, and, with a good deal of’ decision in his tone, informed the porter of the establishment that a pitcher of water was wanted in No. —, and then withdrew. The porter was struck dumb for a moment, but, catching his breath, h» exclaimed: “Thed—d tenderfoot! A pitoher of water! Well, by ,If ho stays here long enough, he will find out that if he finds water iu the barrel at the further end of the woodshed he will be doing a Moulton business. He must think he is at the Bt. James in New York, or at the Grand Pacific In Chicago. As though a man would work up iu this climate at sl2 a week and then pack water for such looking specimens at that. A pitcher of water needed. I should not wonder. It will be needed a good while. What does he take me for? Does he think lam a fourteen-inch Cornish pump on the Alice, regulated at thirteen strokes a minute? Does lie think lam a spring or a well, oi an abandoned shaft that is full of water? Does ne regard me as the new water-works? Do 1 resemble Yosemite falls? Have I a Niagara profile? What ails the man? The idea that a man would come to a olimate like this, aud among such comforts as are lavished on people here, become so onery as to turn chambermaid and pack water to every duffer from the cow counties that strays off this way?” By this time the porter had worked himself into a fury aud demanded to be shown the man that had insulted him by asking him to turn himself into a water-cart. Just then another gentleman, also from this city, mildly informed the irate porter that in the lower country, the gentleman who had called for water was a hotelkeeper himself; that, in fact, at home he ran two hotels. “Two hotels,” thundered the porter; “two hotels; show him to me: show him to me just once, I will teaon him. that, whatever he does in Balt Lake, he cannot run a hotel in Butte, a hotel! Why—-him, he can’t run oue room up here.” The Salt Lake hotel-keeper left Butte by the fltot train. On the way down, lu response to the question, “What do you think of Butte?” he replied with a smile, “The town i a most promising, aud the people are exceedingly pleasant.” But the first thing he ordered ou his arrival here was a bath.