The suite life at the Waldorf-Astoria.

From the 1963 profile of Connie:

As the force that created this empire, Conrad Hilton might be expected to be as calculating, as antiseptic and as glossily sophisticated as his hotels. The surprise about Hilton is that he is so much like the guests he caters to. Boyish, candid, trusting, he never fails to be amazed and pleased—even astonished—by the world around him. He cannot get over the speed of jet planes or his possession of a $100 Texas-style Stetson, whose price he mentions to anyone who will listen. He is susceptible to even the most transparent flattery. “You know,” he says, “after the Rotterdam opening, the president of the corporation that owns the hotel came up to me and said, ‘Your dance was the greatest thing that happened here.’ That touched me most.” When something impresses him, he often slaps his knee and exclaims: “By golly!”