Dear Mr. Jones:
It’s me again. The Chambermaid. Remember?
How are you? I’m fine, but a lot has happened here recently. For one thing, Mr. Sonnabend, our Managing Director, found out that I wrote you and almost fired me for going over his head in the sales letter department. Luckily he asked everybody what they thought. That’s what saved me. We got a lot of new guest reservations. One man even said Mr. Sonnabend and I should trade jobs. Isn’t that funny? Mr. Sonnabend didn’t think so.
Anyway, maybe it was you asked if we think The Plaza is the only hotel in New York. Of course it isn’t. There are some bigger and a lot of them newer. Sometimes people ask why we don’t tear it down and build a shining new Plaza. We did, back in 1907. And now we’ve redecorated it, and it couldn’t be nicer and more comfy. And the rooms are still the big, luxury, leg-stretching size that gives a man space to relax in (men do love to spread out).
You like to laugh?
Come see Julius Monk’s show “ Dime a Dozen” at the new Plaza 9-. It’s in the same place where the Rendezvous Rooms used to be. It’s very funny, but to me it’s even funnier to see all our guests trying to crowd in to see it. Or to see the star in The Persian Room. I still say the bedrooms are the best part of The Plaza!
Try The Plaza yourself and try everything --- we’re very good for group meetings, too.
You can write either to me or Mr. Sonnabend for a reservation. We show our letters to each other now.
Yours truly, Mary
O’Sullivan
