His Mistake
Herr Schanz, of Berlin, came to W. on a pleasure trip. He stopped at the hotel “Krone,” and was given a room on the third floor.
That night he started for home feeling a little muddled. He lost his way, and strayed into the hotel “Kronprince” on the same street, which was only two stories high. When he reached the second floor and saw the roof above him, he shook his heavy head incredulously, and shouted down the stairs, “Say, porter, what kind of a monkey-shine is this? What’s become of that third story?”