 | Saratoga in 1901 |  |
COL. FISK OF THE 9TH.
Fisk and the Ninth Regiment
Band came in full
feather to-day, taking possession
of the Grand Union and
Wm. Leland. William Leland
has been busy showing
the Colonel the grounds
about the hotel this afternoon.
He has left Fisk in a
state of utter astonishment.
After showing the elevator,
ball room, and Stewart's
cottage, he took the
Colonel up to the
cupola of the
Grand Union
to survey the surrounding scene.
“What is that?” asked Fisk, pointing to the Clarendon.
“Why, that's the cook-house of the Grand Union,” replied
William. “All those buildings belong to me, you know.”
“And that park?” pointing toward Congress Spring.
“Well, that's mine, too—that's where we keep our venison, and
shoot our woodcock for the hotel.”
“You don't tell me so!” said Fisk, eyeing him in astonishment,
—“you surprise me! And whose piece of property is that surrounded
by the high board fence over beyond the park?” asked
the race track.
“Well, that's my private farm and race track, it all goes with
the hotel, you know.”
“You amaze me,” said Fisk, “but you don't say that you own
that large brick building opposite too?” pointing down toward
Congress Hall.
“Well, to be frank with you, Colonel, I don't own that building
—that belongs to brother Warren—his private residence—by
gum! War lives well, don't he? Ha! ha!!”
Trembling with astonishment, Fisk came down the elevator.
As he alighted he leaned forward toward William Leland, and
whispered, “By thunder, Bill, why don't you buy my opera-house
for your New York office?”
Fisk personated Achilles with the I RUN HEEL at the masquerade
this evening.
| Saratoga in 1901 | |