I could supply them with all the wine they wanted, but no milk! And they demanded milk for their coffee.

Oh, that blizzard!" Mr.Martin, in remembering interesting episodes, forgot that trifling incident--the Spanish-American War, in 1898.

Whether because of his early connections with Panama (there were countless Spaniards and Mexicans who patronised the hotel at that time) or whether because of a national and political misunderstanding, he was justifiably and seriously concerned as to the feeling of New York for the Hotel Martin.

Many good and wise persons expected France to side with Spain, and many others watched curiously to see what Frenchmen in New York would do.
Mr.Martin left them but a short time for speculation.

Today, with our streets aflutter with Allied colours, perhaps we fail to appreciate an individual demonstration such as this--but at that time there were few banners flying, and Mr.Martin led the patriotic movement with an American flag in every one of the fifty windows of the Hotel Martin and a French flag to top off the whole display! Perhaps it was the first suggestion, in street decoration, of what has recently proved to be so strong a bond between this nation and France.
If any of you who read have even begun to peer into Bohemian New York you have undoubtedly visited the Lafayette as it is today.