"The so-called proprieties bothered Alexander Woollcott not at all. The Gotham Hotel in New York, where he lived during the last four years, had a rule barring dogs. One day his friend Ina Claire came to call and the desk clerk announced her. 'Send her up,' said Wootcott, 'I can't,' said the unhappy clerk. 'She has a dog.' 'Either Miss Claire's dog comes up,' said Woollcott, 'or I am coming down. And I am in my pyjamas.' The dog came up."