He had called them that himself in his day.

But here he was, despite the possibility of meeting some one who knew him, shielding himself from cold and the weariness of the streets in a hotel lobby.
"I can't do this way," he said to himself.

"There's no use of my starting out mornings without first thinking up some place to go.

I'll think of some places and then look them up." It occurred to him that the positions of bartenders were sometimes open, but he put this out of his mind.

Bartender--he, the ex-manager! It grew awfully dull sitting in the hotel lobby, and so at four he went home.