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THE GROWTH OF A MUSTACHE 31
a hotel and restaurant business, but he offered to help me take over the Berghoff, provided I would spend the summer under the tutelage of his good friend Max Miller, who operated the Eastman Hotel in Hot Springs, Arkansas. Although I had already been infected by the Thespian germ, the instinct for a Frenchman's son to follow in his father's footsteps is always very strong, so I agreed to become a restaurateur and entrained for Hot Springs.
I shall always remember Hot Springs with a certain amount of nostalgia. I had free board and room and a small salary. My short course in operating a hostelry gave me a variety of jobs from the kitchen to the hotel desk that were neither too menial nor too difficult. And I had sufficient time off to enjoy the benefits of the Springs, which consisted mostly of numerous gambling houses and beautiful women. I returned to Cleveland in the late fall, rich in experience, long of mustache, and short of cash.
We tried to make the Berghoff the same sort of place the Bismarck had been mider Father's management. Naturally, I was never the restaurateur that my father was, except at garnering publicity. I made pals of all the newspapermen in town and managed to wangle columns of free advertising for the Berghoff. Prominent out-of-town visitors usually found themselves being interviewed at the Berghoff. When private banquets were held at the Berghoff, I always saw to it that they were mentioned in the society columns. And if my name appeared for any reason in the Cleveland papers, I was always "manager of the Berghoff" or even "manager de luxe."
When Oscar of the Waldorf and his wife came through town on their silver wedding "honeymoon," they were guests of the Berghoff and rated column interviews in every paper with pictures. Oscar spoke enthusiastically in every interview of the excellent cuisine at the Berghoff.
The restaurant soon became a favorite dining spot for celebrities of the show and sport world as well as for prominent citizens of Cleveland. I first met Al Jolson while managing the