2010:

Buddy’s father, Roger S. Creel, managed the hotel from the day it opened in 1929 until the late 1960s. Buddy lived with his parents in the seven-room penthouse atop the hotel.

“To my knowledge, nobody today knows more about the Daniel Boone than I do, because I lived almost my entire life in the hotel.”
The hotel is an office building now—405 Capitol St. Only a few reminders of the glory days remain: The imported Italian tile floor in the lobby. The decorative wrought iron railings. The ornate gleaming gold mailbox between the first floor elevators.

“I watched the hotel go to pieces, then watched as it was gutted and turned into an office building,” Creel said. “It hurts my heart to see how it’s changed.”

More at the link. The kid rides the elevator with FDR, but that's the least of it.

The do-not-disturb sign:

 

 

It was a popular song, and those are the actual notes. No, it's not from "Let's Put Out the Lights and Go to Bed" - that song quoted this one. Pay attention, I've been through this before.

Sorry. I have a cold and I'm ornery as any number of sizes of dickens you may have on hand.