3 SEPTEMBER 1948, Page 5

Hard things are often said of British hotels. Some, certainly,

do not deserve it. A car-load of good citizens returning light-pocketed from holiday earlier this month called at a well-known hostelry in the South Midlands for some light refreshment. The treasurer of the party, handing a pound note to the waiter, remarked, "I would have you know that that is my last." With the change came back in two minutes the message that if it would be any convenience for the hotel to cash a cheque it would be done at once—though the travellers were completely unknown. Good service—and probably ill the long run good business.

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