"Compartments glittered with polished mahogany, shiny brass and red brocade; the seats flaunted antimacassars of heavy lace. Gazing out on drab railroad tracks or the flat plains of Kansas doubled one's pleasure in the impeccable service and gourmet food. The maĆ®tre d'hotel would come to the compartment to announce he'd acquired some trout caught that morning in an icy mountain stream of Colorado or the guinea hen had hung for just the proper time." —Anita Loos, Kiss Hollywood Good-by