One sees and hears funny things in Reno. For instance, no one will
abide there long before being asked: "Are you here for the cure?" At
first you may look astonished and say: "No, I am perfectly well, thank
you," but the smile that lightens the questioner's face makes the
meaning slowly dawn upon one. One can hear a porter say to a conductor
of the train from the East: "Any victims today?"; and the hotels
frequented by the divorcees are known as "hospitals for the first aid
to the matrimonially injured." The reporter of the local paper will
ask: "Any new headlines ready?" The Court House is known as "the
divorce mill." Sometimes as "the separator"!

Then Renoites are fond of nicknaming the members of the divorce
colony, as well as the buildings.

One fair divorcee was dubbed the "Weeping Beauty" by her lawyer,
because she wept whenever she visited him. And she looked pretty too
when she wept: "like a dew-kissed rose," he said. A gentleman of
mature age was known as the "Silver King" because of his princely
bearing, silvery white hair and Greek god figure. "The Venus of Reno"
was another one, a statuesque brunette, because of her perfect figure
and Grecian gowns. A very stout lady bore the graceful name of "Reno-
ceros," whereas an old reprobate could do no better than "Renogade."
However, "Reno-vated" they all got!

An interesting fact is that your chambermaid, bellboy, hotel clerk,
taxi driver, dressmaker, saleslady, cook and laundress, hairdresser,
waiter and bootblack may all and each be a so-called divorcee. (For
convenience sake, I speak of them all as "divorcees," although Webster
defines a "divorcee" as a man or woman who has already obtained a