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VOL. VI., NO. 21.
PINEHURST, MOORE COUNTY, NORTH CAROLINA, FRIDAY, APRIL 17, 1903.
PRICE THREE CENTS
RDNCH, GERUNCH, RUNCH!
The Pinehurst Dairy Farm Appeals to
Korthern Visitors.
Its Establishment lias Solved Difficult
Problem Concerning: the Material
Need and Welfare of the
Village.
Hear the chorus in that tie-up, runch,
gerunch and runch and runch !
There's a row of honest critters !
does me good to hear 'em munch.
When the coaxin' from the tie-up kind o'
hints it's five o'clock
Wal, I've got a job that suits me
that's the chore of feedin' Stock.
When Holraan F. Day, the Maine poet,
wrote his well-known verse, "Feedin'
Stock", he touched upon a subject that
is dear to the hearts of many ; brought
back memories of happy days spent upon
the old farm.
As a natural consequence, there is no
department in Pinehurst's equipment
which appeals more generally to North
ern visitors than the Pinehurst Dairy
Farm.
The establishment of the farm is a
notable step forward in the plan which
is being rapidly carried out here, and
which will very soon make the Village
complete unto itself, and it has already
solved a difficult problem concerning the
material need and welfare of the Village
which has long confronted the manage
ment. During the height of the past
season its output was 200 gallons of
milk daily, more than adequate to meet
the entire demands of the Village.
The success of the undertaking has
further opened the way for still greater
extension and plans are now being made
for the establishment early next year, of
a modern dairy, complete in every par
ticular, in which the surplus milk will
be converted into cream and butter.
The Equipment.
The Dairy Farm equipment consists of
a main or storage building, 3G x 80, with
two wings 36 x 115 feet deep, and mod
ern in every particular. The buildings
are large, light and airy, with innumer
able windows to let in the sunshine and
four dormer windows for ventilation.
The floors and wainscoating of the inte
rior are of concrete with hospital or
rounded joints which may be cleaned
with ease. The platforms on which the
cattle stand, are graded to fit the animals,
and a trough at the rear connects with a
cesspool, carrying off all liquids. There
are swinging iron stanchions with au
tomatic watering arrangements, which
keep an abundant supply of fresh water
before the cattle at all times. There are
four box stalls in each barn, and pro
vision is made for 100 head.
The cattle and stable are looked after
with scrupulous care. The animals are
groomed twice a day, and the stable is
washed by douching of water every
morning. The cows are all tuberculin
tested twice each year, and great care is
taken as regards the care of the milk
and the cleanliness of the retainers.
The present hed consists of some
ninety graded Ayshire, Durham and
llolstein milch cows, headed by a regis
tered Jersey bull "General Marigold,"
No. 45486, from the Biltmore Farm at
Asheville. This animal represents the
finest strains of Jersey milk and butter
producers in the country.
In connection with the farm are 150
acres of land which have been cleared
for the purpose of raising food for the
cattle: rye, cow-peas and corn fodder
for the summer, and silo corn and cow
pea hay for the winter.
As a side issue blooded Berkshire hogs
are to be raised. They will be fed upon
the waste products of the dairy.
The farm is under the management of
A. M. Swinnerton, of Danvers, Mass.,
a young man of wide experience, and
who takes especial pride and pleasure in
showing visitors about.
The farm is within easy access, hardly
more than half a mile from the Village,
and reached by the road which passes at
the right of the negro cabins near the
pine grove and the deer park.
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Visitor Here.
Photo for The Pinihwtt Outlook by Merrow
WHY VISITORS LINGER!
natural Consequence as Beauty of
April Is Better Understood.
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that Have lleen Knjoyetl Here
for Three lVeekx lut.
It is not strange that Pinehurst's
season is lengthening each year; simply
a natural consequence as the beauty and
charm of April is better understood.
The season began a full month, earlier
than usual and there is every indication
that the first of May will find hundreds
still here and that the final leave-taking
will be made reluctantly.
Easter Sunday was typical of the days
which have been enjoyed here for three
weeks past a glorious day with a sky
of blue and white, radiant sunshine and
balmy air, fragrant with the perfume of
blossoming flowers and musical with the
song of the mocking bird and other
songsters. Nature was at her best, so
winsome, so charming, that all flocked
to her side, and unconsciously, became
joyous with her.
Children romped coatless and hatless
through the great pine grove, fed the
curious deer, watched the frolicsome
squirrels, peered into the depths of the
hollow logs, for glimpses of the rac
coons, looked demurely at the grave,
wise owls, stood entranced by the strut
ting of the proud peacock, or looked on
amused at the antics of the Bel
gian hares.
Youths and maidens strayed here and
there plucking wild flowers as they went,
or sat beneath the shade happy in the
consciousness of freedom and compan
ionship. Men and women drank in the
beauty of the day and gained strength to
fight the battles of life.
Surely these April days will live in
memory and illumine many a dark day
that the future must bring.
A Violet.
From underneath a wayside stone,
A Violet peeped with cheerful smile,
And though it blossomed there alone,
I thought 'twas happy all the while.
It drank the blessed sunshine in,
And sweetly gave its best to God,
The little llower my love did win,
Though scarcely raised above the sod.
With heavy heart I sought the wood,
Oppressed with dread of sorrow's pain ;
It drew me from my faithless mood,
Back to a hopeful trust again.
For in its lowly, modest face,
I traced my Father's tender care;
No one, no thing, no scene, no place
Too small His watchful love to share.
I broke its stem most tenderly,
I kissed it, wondering if it knew
The good its smile had brought to me,
As underneath the stone it grew!
Margaret May,