Described as the “patron saint of Atlanta,” Henry Grady was the editor of the Atlantic Constitution until 1889. It was built in 1924, and had the usual decline; Sandy Mclendon called it “an establishment of epic seediness. Stogie-chomping politicians roamed smoke-stained halls right out of a Forties Warner Bros. movie- it seemed Sydney Greenstreet would appear any moment to give guests trouble over their letters of transit.”

It was eventually replaced by one of those naugahyde-souled Portman hotels, and the severe exterior notwithstanding, it was a good trade.