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and everything is strictly first class. Mr.
J. H. Clancey is manager.
The Alhambra, on Peachtree street
between Currier and Pine, will be con
ducted on both the American and Euro
pean plans, the former at from $2.50 up
per day, and the latter at from upward.
Mallard & Stacey will conduct the house,
and 500 guests can be accommodated
daily. The case in connection will be
especially fine.
The Derwent has a location particu
larly favorable to those wishing to be near
the grounds. It is less than 100 yards
distant, on 13th street, and is a handsome
cottage hotel accommodating 200 guests
on the European plan at from $1 to $3 a
day. Like the others, it will have a first
class case. Mr. G. McD. Nathan is
manager.
The big, handsome Oriental stands at
the corner of Pryor and Houston streets,
and will have much finer approaches than
is at present indicated by the photograph.
It will be run on the European plan, and
as its name implies, will be a model of
luxury and elegance. The capacity is
500 and its rates from $1.50 to $4.00. Mr.
E. P. Black is the manager, and will
make it one of the most popular houses
in the city.
The Southern Hotel is justly regarded
as one of the sterling houses of the city.
It is located at 148% Marietta street and
has a capacity of 150 guests. The rate
is from $1.50 to $2 per day, and the ser
vice is admirable in every particular. The
house is conveniently located, luxuriously
furnished, and has a free ’bus service to
all trains. Messrs. Mclntosh & Stephens
are the managers and proprietors.
The Ballard House, at 201 Peachtree
street, is one of the best known and most
popular places of entertainment in the
city. It is famous for its homelike accom
modations and excellent cuisine and is
admirably located in the most aristocratic
neighborhood in the city. It has a
capacity of 150, and will be conducted
upon the American plan. The rates will
be from $2 50 to $3 per day.
The Arlington is at the corner of Mari
etta and Cone streets. It is an elegantly
furnished, conveniently located family
house with a capacity of 100 guests, and
will be conducted on the American plan
at as 2 per day rate. The post office and
Trocodera and Columbia theatres are on
the same block. Mr. L. M. Dimmick is
the manager and wil. fully sustain the
excellent reputation of this standard es
tablishment.
Scarratt’s Hotel, at the juncture of
Peachtree, Broad and Luckie streets, is
the oldest establishment of the kind in
the city, but has been kept up to date in
every respect and enjoys a reputation
second to none. Its fine location, com
fortable apartments and reasonable rate
makes it a very desirable stopping place.
The capacity is 75, and the rates (Ameri
can plan) $1,50 per day.
The Colonial Hotel, on Marietta street,
only one block from the postofficfe, has a
capacity of 100 guests, and will be con
ducted on the American plan at a $2.50
rate. This house is under the manage
ment of Messrs. James Hickey and Dab
ney H. Scoville, and has been newly and
elegantly refitted for the influx of Expo
sition visitors. It is bright, cheerful and
homelike, and its table is famous for the
excellence of its cooking and the neatness
of its service. No house in Atlanta is
prepared to furnish more satisfactory
entertainment, and special attention will
be paid to the comfort of each and every
guest. All communications should be
addressed to Hickey & Scoville.
The Delbridge is among the finest of
the new hotels. It stands at Nos. 8-10
Trinity avenue, and is most advantage
ously located both as regards the depot
and the street car lines. It is a four story
building with wide passage ways and
magnificent verandahs, and was con
structed with a special eye to the comfort
of its guests. The equipment is exceed
ingly elegant throughout, and the hotel
will be run on both the American and
European plans, the former at from $2 to
$3.50, and the latter at sl, $2 and $3 per
day. The case and cuisine will be espe
cially perfect in all details.
The Talmadge House, at 32 Walton
street, has been leased by Mr. Ed Callo
way, so long and favorably known at the
Kimball, and has been handsomely re
furnished and decorated. It has a capac
ity of 350, and will be in every particular
a most desirable stopping place.
AN ATLANTA NIGHTINGALE.
Who Will Appear on the Dramatic
Stage During the Exposition.
The interesting announcement has been
made that Mrs. W. J. McCaslin,nee Miss
Luzy Gartrell, will make her debut on the
local stage during the Exposition. Miss
Gartrell, as she will be known profession
ally, is justly regarded as one of the most
beautiful women in Atlanta, and she pos
sesses a clear soprano voice of unusual
compass and sweetness. Some years ago,
while living with her parents at St. Louis,
Mo., she received a thorough training for
grand opera, and while she has since em
ployed her gift merely for the pleasure of
her friends, she is well fitted for a profes
sional career. She is at present a pupil
of Madame Taylor, the well known ope
ratic teacher, formerly of the Morchesi
Conservatory.
Miss Gartrell has several engagements
for the Exposition season and will appear
at one of the theatres and also on the
roof garden at the grounds. See will be
heard in selections from grand opera both
in English and Italian and in popular bal
lads. These will be rendered in costume.
In her reportaire are several Hungarian
songs which will be sung in the pictur
esque peasant dress.
A WORTHY CITIZEN.
Dear Doctor:
From the present outlook, the “Cotton States
and International Exposition” will be one of the
“events” in the history of our country, and es
pecially of the South. Realizing the immense
number of Physicians, who will be present,
from all parts of the United States, and other
countries. I have decided to offer my mite of
Southern hospitality to my visiting brethren.
Therefore, I extend a cordial invitation to any
Physician who may visit our city, to make my
office his headquarters. Send mail, telegrams,
etc., in my care, and I will cheerfully engage
rooms, etc., in advance for any one if advised to
do so. The only request I make is to enclose
postage for letters of inquiry, which will be
cheerfully answered. For any services I may
render no fee, commission, or any perquisites
whatever, will be re' eived or expected.
Fraternally yours, George Brown, M. D.
Comment is supurfluous. If we had a
thousand George Browns the Fair would
be an overwhelming success.
This is an example worthy of imitation.
OPPENHEIM’S No. 14
Rye Whiskey, “it’s Pure,
$1.50 Full Quarts. , that’s sure.”
No. 1 Whitehall Street.
NORFOLK OYSTERS.
Perfectly fresh, delicious, delightful
Try them. Durand’s NewCafe.
The Looking Glass
That garrulous little tattler, the dickey
bird, tells me an amusing story at the
expense of the boys and girls who constitute
the youngest and liveliest element of Atlanta
society. Some time ago (now understand,
if you please, that I have this solely on the
dickey bird’s authority) an unknown genius
conceived a brand new diversion which soon
developed great popularity under the title of
“stocking matching.” The game was beau
tifully simple and only required two players—
a young lady and her best young man. Both
exhibited a small section of hosiery, and if
the samples differed in color the young man
paid a forfeit—usually a pound of candy. If
they matched, the fair charmer was consid
ered to have lost and bought her beau a
necktie. The odds, its will be noticed, were
largely in favor of the girl, but this was
more than counterbalanced by the glimpse
of dainty ankle necessarily vouschafed to
the other player. At any rate the young men
made no objection on the score of unfairness,
and stocking matching became quite the
order of the hour all through the patrician
precinct on the north side. Recently, how
ever, it has fallen into desuetude, and I am
told that its decline in popularity is traceable
to a particularly shabby trick which was
practiced by the masculine matchers. Ex
perience taught them that the vast majority
of their sweet girl friends wore stockings of
some shade of blue or brown and they
accordingly donned one sock of each hue,
brown on the left foot and blue on the
right, allowing circumstances to decide
which they should exhibit. This duplicity
materially increased their chances and was
practiced until the girls became suspicious
and at length discovered the ruse. That
virtually broke up the game and stocking
matching has since been on the decline.
The customary serenity of a highly re
spectable residence section of the North
side was rudely disturbed one night last
week by a sensational episode which has
somehow escaped my esteemed contempo
raries. Among the dwellers in the locality
in point are an estimable young married
couple, who, until recently, were regarded as
patterns of domestic felicity. The husband
is employed in the office of a big corpora
tion down town, and works, as a rule, in the
night time. His wife is a strikingly hand
some blonde, and if I remember rightly they
have several young children. A short time
ago—or to be more accurate—on the night
of Friday before last, a frantic message came
over the wires to police headquarters asking
that an officer be sent at once to the home
referred to. A couple of policemen were
dispatched to the spot and found the larger
part of the neighborhood collected at the
front gate, while sounds of a violent alterca
tion were audible from the interior of the
house The officers rushed in and presently
quiet was restored. This, briefly told, was
all that was told at the time, but since then
some of the true inwardness of the affair has
leaked out and now forms the basis of an
unlimited amount of neighborhood gossip.
According to the current version, the hus
band was privately warned that he had best
keep an eye on his domicile during his
hours of employment, and instead of going
to work on the night in question concealed
himself on the premises. Just what he
heard or saw is in considerable dispute, but
at all events he suddenly discovered him"
self, drew a revolver and declared that he
must have gore, and plenty of it. This was
the occasion of the telephone call, and how
the matter was finally adj usted is a mystery
to everybody except those directly concerned.
The effect of such an incident in a quiet
neighborhood may be easily imagined, and
it is still, I am told, the reigning topic of
conversation at every tea table for a radius
of a dozen blocks.
A charming matron of Macon is attracting
more attention than she possibly desires,
and I am sure much more than she is aware
of by her undisguised admiration for a cer
tain Atlanta musician whom I have not
heretofore regarded as particularly fatal to
the gentle sex. This is possibly a case of
hypnotism a la Svengali, but be that as it
may, her evident fondness for the young
artist’s society has set the tongue of gossip
wagging at a fast and furious rate. I am
told that she has made several trips to
Atlanta for the express purpose of seeing
him, and thinks nothing of taking long
excursions in the suburbs in his company.
One of these rambles gave rise to a rather
interesting story. Some days ago a society
lady of this place chanced to be driving on
a country road a few miles east of this city
and was astonished to see the couple in
point emerge from a shady path leading
goodness knows where into the country side.
Although she is well acquainted with both,
they avoided her eye and pretended not to
see her. As a matter of course she lost
no time in narrating this experience to her
friends and it is now common property.
Heaven forbid that there should be any
thing wrong in a sylvan stroll, but when one
of the strollers happens to have a jealous
hubby in another city and the other is, a gay
dog of a bachelor —why, people.wiiTtalk.
I ste that Mrs. Richards, late organist of
the First Methodist Church and well remem
bered in both social and musical circles of
this city, has returned from her visit to New
York. She was warmly welcomed by her
many friends and will remain here, I am
told, until the close of the Exposition. Mrs.
Richards is not only a very handsome woman,
but she possesses talents of an unusually
versatile character and pluck that is worthy
jof all admiration. She went to New York
entirely unknown and in a few short months
succeeded in obtaining recognition from
that delightful set in which not only social
graces, but brains are a sine qua non to
admission. She became editor of “Life’s”
sprightly calendar and also found time to
act as accompanist to Miss Wienmann, the
famous vocalist who recently took cultured
gotham by storm. This was a remarkable
achievement, and I for one am happy to
accord this clever woman the credit she
deserves.
Miss Passe (at the play).—“ I wonder
why Mr. Guzzle leaves so frequently between
the acts.”
Miss Knoivit. — “He goes out to see a
man.”
Miss Passe (sighing). —“Ah! how I
envy him.”