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Exceeding wise, fair spoken and persuading. Henry VIII.
Crossing the Road
Knollwood Village has moved across. Lot No. 204 is the
first to go, and it is as desirable as anything on the hill. It
is north of the Midlands road, and west of Crest road, the
corner in that cross roads above the club house.
Three more good lots between there and the Carthage road.
A bunch of good lots on the south side of the Midlands
road.
These are going now before long.
Mid-Bines is proving all that was expected of it. The golf
course is alive with players, the club house is the center of a
new activity. Knollwood Village will come fast now.
These are ground floor days.
Make a pick from the group of lots on the Midlands road.
You know the chance will not last long.
A. S. NEWCOMB & CO.,
Selling Agents Pinehurst, N. C.
Bion H. Butler
A few days ago I had occasion to go
down to New Orleans for a short visit,
and from the minute I set out until the
end of the return journey I kept an eye
on the territory traversed by the train
while daylight prevailed. I wanted to
compare other sections with ours. I came
back satisfied. I had not been in Mis
sissippi and Louisiana for over twenty
years, and on my last journey down that
way I had little concern in noting the
development and prospect. This time I
wanted to measure our progress and our
prospects by what farther South offers.
The first thing that impressed me was
the apparent lack of vigor in the
region I pass through in either direction.
I saw peach orchards in some of the
North Georgia country, and there was
visible the same indifference and neg
lect that I observed in the Fort Valley
region last summer. I thought when I
saw the grassy rows and the unpruned
trees, and the lack of thrifty care, of
the difference between that prospect and
what I had left in the Moore county
sandhills where the rows are clean,
thoroughly cultivated, the trees symmetri
cal and pruned to look almost as if they
had all been cut to the same pattern,
and everything having an air of positive
thrift. That picture told a decisive
story. The Sandhills region has a cer
tain vigor and system that the Georgia
orchards do not show. Of course that is
their affair, but what I was after was to
compare other sections with ours and
satisfy myself whether we were in the
running or simply hanging on to the
procession. The signs are that we are
ahead of the field. I say this with more
or less caution, for I am aware that it
is the fashion for people to boast that
their own neighborhood is the best spot
on earth. We all overdo the thing called
patriotism, and overdo it so ridiculously
that I like to look at the cards when
anything is said about our section or any
other. Instead of being too enthusiastic
about our own neighborhood I like to
examine into conditions and see .if we
are really warranted in what. we believe.
That is why T look out of the car window
when I am on the train, and why I ask
a lot of questions when I am on the
ground .
I was particularly interested in that
string of winter resorts along the gulf
coast between Mobile and New Orleans,
which includes Pass Christian, Mississippi
City, Bay St. Louis, Biloxi, and the
others, and after a glimpse of the col
lective string I saw enough to satisfy me
that the Pinehurst region is in a wholly
separate class. The fog was one thing
that made no hit with me, and another
equally objectionable feature was the air
of neglect that showed up all along that
line. Want of paint, rubbish in the
streets and on the lots, the lack of that
trim neatness that is in such sharp con
trast with what we are accustomed to
see around Pinehurst and the Moore
county resort towns told too clearly the
difference.
Throughout the trip my idea was to
satisfy myself if We are justified in the
claim that we really have in the Sand
hills a country that has the possibilities
we have all believed, and if it fairly
compared with other sections of the
South. My opinion when I returned
home had taken this shape that Nature
has been good to us, and that our natural
attractions are the equal of anything in
the South, balancing all things, and that
in the treatment of natural resources the
people of the Sandhills have handled
their opportunity better than the people
. of any section to the southwest . The
gulf coast has milder Aveather in the mid
dle of the winter, but it has fog and
lassitude. It has an interesting foliage,
but man does not make that foliage what
the people of the Sandhills do in the
way of landscape and scenic effects. It
takes more than a bit of sandy beach
or open forest to make an alluring winter
resort. With those features must go
neat buildings, well-kept yards and
streets and village surroundings. Signs
of aggressive life must be in evidence.
Although the visitor comes to Pinehurst
for rest and recreation, I cannot imagine
he appreciates a setting of indolence and
negligence, and the appearance of the
southwest and the feel of the air down
that way both suggested that life had
no ginger in it.
When I got back to the Sandhills the
general setting seemed to intimate that
the windows had - been washed, the air
had a snap in it, and you can imagine
in such an atmosphere an impulse to get
up on your toes, fill your lungs with air
that has life in it, and that keeps you
ready for three meals a day and the pil
low at night. I think it is a good thing
for the folks of this community to get
out once in a while and see the rest of
the world and then come home and ap
preciate what we have at home and try
to make the best possible use of it.
Buenos Aires. What becomes of the
cocktail mixers of yesteryear, the chaps
who devoted their youth to perfecting
sparkling " Manhattans, ' ' "ginn fiz
zes" and the rest of the imposing array
that formerly graced the bar lists in the
United States?
A tour of the bars of Buenos Aires
might reveal the whereabouts of some
of these famous persons, for a big per
centage of the local cafes are equipped
with a cocktail mixer who speaks un
mistakable New Yorkese. Nor are the
cafes any too modest about it. One has
just flaunted a three-column advertise
ment in an English daily, announcing
that the head cocktail mixer of the
steamer 'Southern Cross ' wouldf avor the
restaurant with his presence on such and
such a night. It then proceeds to list
the artist's former haunts, including
'three New York and Chicago hotels and
the Panama Pacific exposition.