Behind the scenes in a de luxe hotel, through the all-observant eye of the young Bemelmans. This is a continuation of the autobiography which continues, in all its manifestations, to delight a steadily increasing audience. There is humor and pathos, burlesque and poetry, there are anecdotes about patrons, and stories about fellow workers. Some of the material appeared in The New Yorker, much of it is new. And all of it is good reading, as his rise from bus boy to manager of the banquet rooms unfolds to the reader. There are certain threads running through, -- the pathetic, though often amusing, story of the inept waiter, Mespoulets, who wrote a beautiful Spencerian hand; of Fritzl, the homesick bus boy; of Lustgarten, the perfect valet-for a time; of the Sengalese Kalakobe, whose ambition was to wear a uniform and who took the job of chauffeur in off time, although he could not drive a car. Will be liberally illustrated with Bemelmans inimitable sketches.