AT OUR HOTEL.

Taranaki Daily News, 17 October 1931, Page 19 (Supplement)

AT OUR HOTEL.

COMPLAINING JANE.

(By

Mary Forsyth.)

Complaining Jane is not her real name. But since I am not hankering after an action for. damages, I prefer to stick to it, because it is the one we bestowed upon her when she descended, like a black sulky crow, on our bright little hotel.

"The Hinnm-?' Oh, did you think it was nice? ’Personally, I feel convinced we were eating old leather. “And the way the chef cooks vegetables is a disgrace. You need to go to France to see how things ought to be done. Although I never can enjoy vegetables, really, unless I know where they have been grown, and have seen them thoroughly washed. I once attended a lecture given by a noted scientist, and the things that man told us about what you can eat with your vegetables if they haven’t been washed properly! x< Yes, do turn the wireless on. I for one always welcome a little relief from the boredom of having to sit in a hotel lounge talking to total strangers' . - . Oh, it’s grand opera again? I wonder if you would mind switching it off. Grand opera doesn’t appeal to me. In fact, now" I come to think of it, there hasn’t been a decent programme for

weeks; not one I could listen to anyway. “I must go up to bed early to-night, and try to get a wink of sleep before those people in number seven come up. N-o, they are not exactly what you might call noisy. But then I like going to bed early, and it's very upsetting to hear doors being opened and closed at all hours of the evening. And it’s no use trying to read in bed, because there isn’t a decent book in the hotel. Yes. of course, I might join the town library, but there would be the subscription to pay Do the Complaining Janes of this world ever realise how much they take the ehine off other people’s leisure; hard-working people who would never notice little deficiencies unless somebody pointed them out?