Hotels: By Golly!

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At one point during the lavish opening of almost every new Hilton hotel, the houselights dim and spotlights pick out a lean, tall man with a shy smile on his permanently suntanned face. He escorts a pretty girl—usually a new one each time—to the center of the ballroom floor. Then, to the slow, stately strains of the violins, they point their feet, bow, turn about and sweep elegantly into an unfamiliar step. The dance is the courtly Varsoviana, brought to America from the palaces of Europe by Mexico's Emperor Maximilian; the...