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THE PINEHURST OUTLOOK
THE SPRING PINECONE
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Arrangements made for
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Contributor Write of .Personal
Experience In Interesting Way
THE SP1UNG Pinecone,
the School publication,
is one of the most orig
inal and interesting yet
issued; the stories vety
largely in the nature of
and distinctly from the
Published b the Girls of the Pinehurst School
pfneburst, "Wortb Carolina
From Time to Time
Editor is Chief
Winifred O. Rogers Mildred A. Rogers
Eleanor H. Abbe
SPECIAL SPRING NUMBER, 1911
THE TALE OF A BICYCLE
By Alice J. King
1 bet you didn't know a bicycle had a tale
Well,, it has. Sometimes it is bright and shiny,
and sometimes it. is long as a tale of woe
The bright shiny tales generally belong to the
new bicycles and the long, long tales to the old,
old ones. Now I'm just a medium one so have
only got a little tale. Of course, you know, I
belong to a boy and he and I can do lots of
stunts. You ought to see him ride a telegraph
pole the whole length. It's lots of fun. Want to
know how to do it? All you need is a steady
eye. Then select a large square pole that's ly.
ing flat on the ground, and begin at the big end.
I'm a great racer, too. I bet I can beat any
wheel in town. When my master gets on my
back, and I start off, and feel the wind against
my handle-bars, it's just like flying. I am sorry
for those old plodding machines that belong to
You know automobiles really belong to our
family. Some of them are so stuck up they
won't acknowledge it, but for my part I don't
see what they have to be stuck up about. Give
a boy a wheel and he'll scorn your old autos;
that is.for general service and something he can
depend upon. . .
The other day I was waiting for the boy out
side the club and another boy knocked me down.
'IIey,Bill,"said he to my master,"I just knock
ed your wheel down and it sounded like an old
My! wasn't I mad. Whoever heard of a tin
factory anyway! I'd like to have knocked him
down and seen what he sounded like. Some
people think we bicycles haven't any feelings.
However, eo many people and animals and
things are abused in this world that it gives
everyone something to talk about just because
we can't talk! I could tell more about factories
than he'll ever know probably. But that would
be talking shop a thing I never do.
Therefore my tale will begin with the journey
to the bay's house. I was very Interested In the
trip south. The country is so different and the
towns look smaller than our northern and wes
tern towns. It probably isn't their fault. I
noticed a great many men with hands in their
pockets. Probably that isn't their fault either.
But I'm just telling you because it is different.
However, I finally arrived and then such a time.
The boy just gave a whoop and has been riding
me ever since. He can jump on "on a run"; he
can ride without his handle-bars; he can ride
with his handle-bars reversed anyway you can
think of and we certainly have dandy times
Here's three cheers for the boy with the wheel;
just for the joy we feel and the fun we have to
MT EXPERIENCE WITH A GOAT
By Eleanor II. Abbe
When we first got Billy he was a little goat
and we grew to be great friends. As he grew
larger people began to fear him. The only peo
ple he bothered were Farmer Gray, (our next
door neighbor) and Miss Lane (an old maid)
who lived along with her dog, Tan. Tan was a
lip dog and when Miss Lane went walking Tan
would follow. Billy hated Tan. Billy thought
he was too much of a baby, and every time Billy
saw Tan he would chase him poor Tan. I re
member one day Billy was out in the back yard
chewing on an old rag when he spied Tan looking
in through the fence. It was not long before
Billy was over the fence and Tan was legging it
towards home, Billy after him. I thought I had
better follow Billy up, because I did not want
him to do any damage.
Just as I reached the hedge I saw Miss Lane
go pell mell into the ash barrel, Billy thinking
she was in the way, I couldn't do a thing at first,
but just laughed. I came to my senses and help
ed poor Miss Lane into the house. Her dog bad
crawled under the house and Billy had dug her
flowers up trying to get under too. I heard
Miss Lane say: "I'll kill that darned old goat if
I get the chance." Billy and I walked home.
I told him how bad he was and sent him out in
the yard. I could still hear Miss Lane calling:
"Tan, poor little boy, did the ugly .old goat hurt
I went into the house, after locking up Billy in
the back yard, and thought I would water my
flowers in the front. Luckily Billy hadn't seen
them; but when I reached the garden, there
stood Billy, eating my pansies and roses. I
could have cried, but thought it was my own
fault and if I was going to keep a goat I couldn't
keep a garden, I made up my mind to that.
I put Billy back for the third time and wonder
ed what he would do next. I went into the
house and when I came out Billy was gone. I
went to look for him and found him sitting out
side Miss Lane's window looking in, with the
most funny expression on his lace. He was
waiting for Tan. He had seen Tan go out walk.
ing and he was just waiting. Miss Lane had
put some dainty handkerchiefs and a night cap
out on the bushes, but where were they now?
Billy knew. I wonder how they tasted.
Billy jumped up. He saw Tan and Miss Lane
walking not far away. Billy ran and as Tan was
in front of Miss Lane, Billy took a short cut and
set Miss Lane down. I heard Miss Lane say:
"That goat will be the death of me. Oh, if I had
I helped her up and tried to call Billy. He
came trotting back, very much pleased, with a
paper hanging out of his mouth. Miss Lane
said to me: "I'll have that darned old goat
killed if he bothers any more."
1 thought I had better tie him, but before I
did it he ate the rope and walked away. 1 won
dered where Tan was. Pretty soon a man came
along with a little dog. It was Tan. It was
high time for me to go, so Billy and I started
home. What became of Tan I never knew.
Well I'll have to stop, and next time you shal
hear about Billy and Farmer Gray.
SOME NEGRO REMEDIES
Once my friend's little girl had a tooth-ache,
and her negro washwoman told her that the
best thing she could do for it wa.s to get a toad,
and tie it in a napkin around the face and go to
bed, and in the morning the pain would be all
gone into the toad which would turn green.
Another time, when we were coming down
south on the boat, the colored stewardess told us
that if we were ever stung by a rattle snake, to
go into the hen-yard and get a black chicken,
cut It open and put it on the sting; but she said
to be sure the chicken was a black one.