Years ago, back in 1943, I was only eleven, my Mom and Dad and I took a trip to New York for a brief vacation.
Dad, the Doctor, had a patient in Dayton, an elderly woman, who was the Mother of Frank Stanton, an executive with CBS in New York. He had always told Dad, "When you come to New York, be sure to look me up."
We stayed at the Waldorf Hotel in New York, and saw all the sites. The Empire State Building, the Statue of Liberty, regular tourists.
Dad visited Mr. Stanton, was greeted warmly, and we were "fixed" up with some nice tickets. We saw "Oklahoma" which had just opened, and was an immediate "hit," got tickets to a Rangers hockey game, and some other Broadway plays. This was 1943 and tickets were not easy to come by.
On one of the days of our visit there, a group of chess enthusiasts had checked into the hotel, and were standing in the lobby discussing their recent tournament victories, and the various strategies they had used to accomplish them and just chatting.
I recall getting off of the elevator, and seeing the manager come out of his office, and walk over to them, and he rather loudly asked them to disperse.
I remember a rather distinguished looking large gray haired man, in a brown suit, asking, "But why," he asked, as they moved off.
"Because," the manager said. "I can't stand chess-nuts boasting in an open foyer."
Dad, the Doctor, had a patient in Dayton, an elderly woman, who was the Mother of Frank Stanton, an executive with CBS in New York. He had always told Dad, "When you come to New York, be sure to look me up."
We stayed at the Waldorf Hotel in New York, and saw all the sites. The Empire State Building, the Statue of Liberty, regular tourists.
Dad visited Mr. Stanton, was greeted warmly, and we were "fixed" up with some nice tickets. We saw "Oklahoma" which had just opened, and was an immediate "hit," got tickets to a Rangers hockey game, and some other Broadway plays. This was 1943 and tickets were not easy to come by.
On one of the days of our visit there, a group of chess enthusiasts had checked into the hotel, and were standing in the lobby discussing their recent tournament victories, and the various strategies they had used to accomplish them and just chatting.
I recall getting off of the elevator, and seeing the manager come out of his office, and walk over to them, and he rather loudly asked them to disperse.
I remember a rather distinguished looking large gray haired man, in a brown suit, asking, "But why," he asked, as they moved off.
"Because," the manager said. "I can't stand chess-nuts boasting in an open foyer."
