The proprietor is not mentioned in this song, but there's a baby in it. so one can reasonably assume there's a landlady present, no?

Hungry Hash House by Charlie Poole

I'm a boarder and I dwell in that second class hotel
If I stay here long I think I'll go insane
For I lay here on my bunk and I cannot get my trunk
And come mornin' I'm sure to wake with an awful pain

Oh they feed on chicken pie, if you eat it you will die
The beef you cannot cut it with a sword
Oh the undertaker hangs around for there's work here to be found
In that all go hungry hash house where I board

Oh they carried me upstairs one night, I had neither gun nor knife
Something they had never done before
Oh the fleas they held me down while the tsee-tsees crept around
In that all go hungry hash house where I board

Oh the beefsteak it was rare and the butter had red hair
The baby had his feet all/both in the soup
Oh the eggs you could not catch; if you got one it would hatch
In that all go hungry hash house where I board

Jerry