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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XX, Issue XIV, 2 April 1898, Page 418

A billiard-room under the roof of one the big New York hotels, Waldarf Astoria, is the latest provision for the happiness of woman. The room has recently been opened. It has at once been taken into favour by the powers in the feminine world who make such things the rage or strangle them outright. The billiard-room survived the test, with a brilliant future ahead. Women who play in their own homes have been polishing up their pool and billiard lore, and everyday the room is visited by devoted exponents of the game. A number of girls have arranged for instruction in billiards. The. room is open to guests of the house and women known to the management. It is distinctly exclusive, and not every one finds a table or the necessary paraphernalia if her presence is not desired. Men do not sail in with an air of owning all the place. If one is so bold as to remove his coat ■an attendant instantly hands him a thin lounging jacket to shield his shirt sleeves, which are not condoned in the ladies’ billiard-room. There are six tables for players.