- It is not hard to turn the corner.
In the Lobby of the St. Francis
There is something about having money enough to stay at the St. Francis,
and to dine there and to wear smart clothes there that makes people step
out and act sure of themselves. Even when they can't afford it, and
their stay there is a splurge or an outing, they act just as sure and
stepping. And as for the people to whom the St. Francis is but an
incident they act sure because they were born that way.
Never in my life have I seen such sure, well-dressed women as in the
lobby of the St. Francis. And I am no greenhorn at lobbies. I have
reviewed in my day some of the best peacock alleys in the country. There
is the New Willard. Now when I think of the New Willard, I see frumpily
dressed dowagers talking through their lorgnettes to moth-eaten
senators. The Selbach in Louisville, the St. Charles in New Orleans are
famed for their handsome women, but none are so free and proudly sure of
themselves on peacock alley as California women. No women dress as they
do either. They are not so chic as they are smart; their tailor mades,
their furs, their hats with a preponderance of orange, their
well-dressed legs and feet and a reserved brilliance that makes them the
finest-looking women in the United States.
It is a fine pastime to step out from the surge of Life for a minute and
let it ebb and flow around one in the lobby of the St.
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