Newspapers / The Pinehurst Outlook (Pinehurst, … / Feb. 4, 1898, edition 1 / Page 7
Part of The Pinehurst Outlook (Pinehurst, N.C.) / About this page
This page has errors
The date, title, or page description is wrong
This page has harmful content
This page contains sensitive or offensive material
THE PINE HURST OUTLOOK. 7 FAIR riNEHUBST, THE GEM OF THE SOUTH. (Air: The Old Oaken Bucket.) How dear to my heart are the mem'ries of IMne hurst, So often presented In pleasing review The Holly, Casino, and strolls of the finest To ev'ry loved spot that my dwelling there knew ; The Deer Park, the Farm and the Nursery distant, Attracting me thitherward, day after day, Directing my footsteps with impulse persistent, Enchanting me to them and lengthening my stay. The far-away Pool, and the Still that stood near it That took from the pine tree its treasure three fold, Had tJile of deep int'rest for those who eould hear it, Pathetic and touching as ever was told. It spoke of the time when the forest was vernal, The trees thickly studded, majestic and fair, Ere man had begun his destruction infernal, With never a pity, nor ever a care. And now the dead monarchs, with brandies out reaching, As specters were standing, bewailing their lot; And one could well fancy were curses beseeching On heads of the vandals their ruin had wrought. The wind was responsive, with sighing and moaning A voice of despair from the depths of the tomb The atmosphere weighted with crying and groan ing; And where was life joyous, there now was but gloom. A feeling uncanny soon fettered and bound me, AVhenever I came to this desolate spot; Invisible beings were gathered around me, To whisper the tale of their hard, cruel lot. And was it but fancy the words that were spoken, And only imagined the voices I heard? The spell that controlled me has never been broken ; And who may then say that it never occurred? At times, in my rambles to places secluded, 1 came to rude cabins, forbidding to view The homes of the lowly, where poverty brooded, And little but hardship the dwellers there knew. As children of bondage, with stilled ambition, They never were taught for the future to do; And hence had remained in their wretched con dition, Contented therewith, for no other they knew. At home in the Holly ! Delightfully pleasant The friendships there formed with the people I met; I would that again with them all I were present, And we were enjoying the Holly Inn yet. Unique entertainments were sometimes provided ly those of the gifted who dwelt at the Inn; And so the time swiftly, enjoyably glided, Till soon like a dream it all seemed to have been. One eve, well remembered, a contest in spelling Was held in the parlors for any and all, And those in assurance and courage excelling, Presented themselves in response to the call. As veteran soldiers, in columns extended, They fearlessly waited the coming affray, Determined to stand till the battle was ended, And be at their post when the smoke rolled away. The conflict began, and the fire became galling; The ranks were soon thinned by the word-missiles thrown; For, throughout the long lines, the spellers were falling, With many a sigh, or a half-suppressed groan. Some stubbornly met ev'ry effort to down them With words elongated and frightful in sound, And wreaths of the victor seemed destiued to crown them; For words unfamiliar were not to be found. At last, when the struggle had long been pro tracted, Spectators and spellers were weary and worn, And the word-giver hoarse, and nearly distracted, Lest forced to do service from night until morn A word was discovered, and gleefully shouted To those who were standing, producing dismay ; For, with "syzygy" given, the spellers were routed Not one of them able to stand in its way. No picture of Pinehurst was ever completed, No view of the Holly could fully be seen, M ithout, in the setting, the vision were greeted With dainty menus and the perfect cuisine. The white-arrayed maidens, from room to room flitting To meet the wants pressing of each hungry guest, Contributed much to the pleasure of sitting, Partaking of viands with unconcealed zest. Of Sundays at Pinehurst, with rest so delightful, What sweet recollections come crowding along Among them the custom to gather at nightfall In parlors attractive, for service of song. The hour thus devoted continues before me; The hymns, so familiar, still fall on my ear; A pleasing remembrance of Pinehurst comes o'er me, And voices, though 6ilent. I seemingly hear. How dear to my heart are the mem'ries of Pine hurst, On which, in my musings, I so like to dwell ! This beautiful Pinehurst, this fairy-like Pine hurst, This dearly loved Pinehurst, remembered so well. And though it be mine never more to be viewing The scenes so enchanting, impressed on my mind, That once it was granted me this to be doing, I grateful would be to a Providence kind. Wm. Valentine. Springfield, Mass., December, 18U7. Pointed Paragraphs. In many cases writers' cramp affects the stomach. Musical directors beat their way through the world by scores. Trousers that bag at the knees are often pressed into service. A physician tells us that a teakettle is a good thing for boils. Many a poor man has lost his life in trying to sound the depths of a woman's love. A man's will goes into effect after death but a woman's will is in effect dur ing life. Man wants but little hear below, when the people living in the flat above him own a piano. When a woman and a cyclone make up their minds to go anywhere nothing on earth can stop them. The number of things a man knows about a woman is about 1 p. c. of what he thinks he knows. A man will give up $1 for a 50-cent ar ticle he wants, and a woman will give up 49 cents for a 50-cent article she doesn't want. Exchange. "1 didn't mind his asking my age,v said the lady who was not too young, "but what really roused my wrath was his introducing the question by saying he hoped a reference to my age would not be distasteful to ma." Cincinnati Enquirer. "Mama," said little Freddy, excitedly, "the ferryboat we were on almost ran into another ferryboat while crossing the river." "Did it?" asked mama, anxious ly. "Yes, indeed. I'm sure there would have been a collision if the other boat hadn't back-pedaled." Harper's Bazar. "Tell me, doctor," asked the ambitious young disciple of Galen, eagerly, "what was the most dangerous case you ever had?" "In confidence, now that I am about to retire from practice," answered the veteran physician, frankly, "I will confess that it was my medicine-case." Puck. A clergyman, sorely tried by a dozing majority of his audience, stopped speak ing. When they all awoke, he said: "My friends, this sermon cost me a good deal of labor, and I don't think you have paid it the attention it deserves; I shall, therefore, go over it again." And he did. Lon do n Tid-Hits. "I believe they claim there is less sea sickness now than there used to be." "Then 1 must have had it all," said the returned voyager. Chicayo Post. Madam (to applicant) Where was your last place? Applicant At the hosspittel, mem. Madam Were you a nurse there? Applicant No, mem ; 1 was a small pox patient. Harlem Life. Hobson "Instead of pretending that it was a sad duty, the boss seemed tickled to death when he discharged me. Job son "I see. You were 'fired with en thusiasm,' eh?" Philadelphia Record. Grab. The homeliest grub will often make The loveliest butterfly, they say. Why, I know a pretty girl who eats Of pork and beans three times a day I Detroit Journal. APE STEALS SPECTACLES. Which Mkes Nearsighted Admirer In dulge in Strong Language. There is a monkey in Lincoln park with a penchant for snatching eyeglasses from the nose9 of the spectators, bending them double and stuffing them down into his pouch. The startled loser of the auxiliaries to sight then has the pleasure of watching the lump of expensive ground lenses nnd bent and twisted bows joggle about in the pocket that a monkey wears in the region of his Adam's apple and of occasionally being tantalized with the appearance of them in the paw of the purloiner and of learning that the more fuss he makes the less likely is he to recover his property soon. If the losers at once begin begging for their glasses and expostulating with the wayward monk, he seems delighted and alternately sits in melancholy abstraction gazing at the faraway "keep off the grass" sign, apparently thinking of his old jun gle home and the cocoanuts there, or he is restlessly active in performing an aerial act on the topmost perches. His counte nance is fixed in the dolorous expression of recent bereavement, and he hasn't time anyway for minding tho talk of the com mon, everyday sightseer. "Come here, you naughty monkey! Give me those glasses! What nm I going to do? Nice Jocko" in bewitching, insidous tones "give me back my glasses." Mr. Jocko Monk, however, is unmind ful until suddenly a great light seems to burst upon his heart and brain. Ho nerv ously drags out those shapeless eyeglasses, holds them up and looks through them at the person outside the bars, red faced and stamping, in tho serious, quizzical way of the dean of a medical college who believes he is discovering a new disease germ. Sud denly he looks up and begins chattering. "Hello! You here?" ho seems to twitter. "What's the matter? You're lookingmad. Can 1 do anything for you? Say, got a peanut in your pocket? Just push it this way, will you? I'm feeling bad really I am. I'm feeling tough. I need a light lunch. Oh, what you bothering about those old glasses of yours for? Let up, will you? Poor fellow, poor fellow! Can't you get along without those things? They ain't any good now anyway." Then he flaunts the stolen property be fore the owner and puts it immediately back into the seclusion of the cavity at the roots of his tongue. By the time tho keeper has come to the rescue of tho ill fated goggles the monkey has produced them and stowed them away again some three or four times, and the nearsighted individual whose nose they formerly graced is in rage and despair and swears that the monk is in collusion with some optician in the interest of the latter Chicago Times-Herald. THE CLEANLY ISLANDS. A Region Where the Very Dust Is of ft Cleansing Nature. Fortunate islands, the ancients called them. What measure of good fortune tbey associated with cleanliness is in deed uncertain. From the duration and elaboration of their baths one might presume that the Romans not the holy, but the pagan Romans placed it at least a degree above godliness. Yet some influence surely must have trav ersed the law of heredity, for they scarcely seem to have transmitted this disposition to their posterity. Whether, however, the title of For tunate, given to these islands, bad or had not a reference to this quality, which we place proverbially only next to godliness, the quality itself is strik ingly conspicuous. The islands had oili er names. The Hesperides is the most familiar of them, and in Tenerife the original " dragon " tree may bo seen be neath which that sleepless dragon coiled himself who acted as watchdog for the maidens guarding the golden apples. Today we call "golden apples" oranges in the language of the country, na rangas. We have changed the name of the islands, too, and call them the Ca naries. No canary birds seem to live in them, however, and there is a notion that the name is derived ultimately from "canis," the dogs, especially those of the island of Lanzerote, the most easterly, being famous. The flora of the islands are subtropical, with palms (is not the chief town of tho Grand Canary Las Palmas?), bananas, eucalyp tus, cactus and the aforesaid "golden apples." Luxuriant vegetation is the glory of Tenerife; a climate wonder fully equablo is common to them all, but Grand Canary is especially blessed in its dryness and freshness. At Orotava are more grandeur of gar dens and spacious hotels. At Las Palmas, facing the northeast trade winds, are the constant fresh breeze off the eea, accommodation as comfortable as could be desired and the quality of cleanliness in its superlative degree. Where all is so dry it is difficult to be dirty and a positive triumph of innate instincts over circumstances on tho part of the proletariat that so many of them continue to be filthy. The Englishman may even be astonished at the dirt, as he will be astonished at his own cleanliness. The astonishment is the greater because the place is pervaded by a fine dust, but tho very dust is of a cleanly, almost of a cleansing, nature. It lies in powder on the banana groves and palm trees. After a country drive it may make a dark coat look as if its wearer's profession bad to do with a flour mill, but a shower of rain sweeps it off the foliage, and a shake and a brush of the garment, and they are all more spotless than they were before. Pall Mall Gazette. Her Motive. "That Eascomme woman is always making her husband tell her that he loves her right before folks." "Yes; she knows that it is an awful exasperation to him to say it." Indian apolis Journal. The churcl.es of Naples are so over run with mice that most of the pastors have been obliged to keep cats in them, at the risk of provoking comic scenes like those sometimes witnessed in thea ters when a cat walks across the stage. It is necessary to hope, though hope should be always deluded, for hope it self is happiness, and its frustrations, however frequent, are yet less dreadful than its extinction. Dr. Johnson.
The Pinehurst Outlook (Pinehurst, N.C.)
Standardized title groups preceding, succeeding, and alternate titles together.
Feb. 4, 1898, edition 1
7
Click "Submit" to request a review of this page. NCDHC staff will check .
0 / 75