I'M
THE PINEHURST OUTLOOK
PAGE
lis
III'
'r:
THE BALMY BREEZES OF
THE SUNNY SOUTH
Are laden with Health and Happiness for the Worn-out
Wrestler with the Strenuous Life.
But you cannot repair wasted tissue or restore strength to
jangled nerves with air and sunshine alone.
The stomach calls for a food that supplies body-building
material in its most digestible form. Such a food is
Shredded Whole Wheat.
It is made of the whole wheat, cleaned, cooked and drawn
into fine porous shreds and baked. These delicate shreds con
tain all the nutritive elements of the whole wheat grain and
are taken up and assimilated when the stomach rejects all
other foods.
fthrsddcd Wheat U made in two forms-BISCUIT and
TnilCIJIT. Th BISCUIT is delicious for breakfast with
hot or cold milk or cream, or for any meal in combination
with frnlt or vegetables. TltlSCUIT is the shredded whole
wheat cracker, crisp, nourishing' and appetizing'. Delicious
a toast with beverages or with cheese or preserves.
"It's All in the Shreds."
THE NATURAL FOOD COMPANY
Niagara Falls, N. Y.
The Advanceto-
IN SHIRT WAISTS
and Waistings, India Linons, Persian Lawns, French Lawns,
Eoliennes, Latoscas, Arnold Serges, Silks and Mercerizings,
NOW IN STOCK.
Pinehurst Department Store.
Wt ; js -'Jik '-' -' Ebbitt House
PlfiRHj ' ' Army and Navy Headquarters
rT !'rira ' WASHINGTON, D. C.
9 HKtf lTff& 1 fe!LPSHft ' American Plan, Rates $3, $3.50 and $4 per day.
n 'Uimt rli Rooms with Iiaths. $5- rarlors extra.
TTTftllllJliJ Tr flflffi 1 Special Kate3 to the Clergy.
t V " JJ H. C. BURCH, Proprietor.
igPv, '
JACKSON SPRINGS HOTEL,
JACKSON SPRINGS, N. C.
Close by the famous Mineral Spring, water from which was award
ed silver medal at St. Louis exposition.
Hotel modern in every respect,
Golf, Tennis, Shooting, Fishing, Boating.
for booklet or information, address
ROBERT IRVIN, . . Manager.
The Vegetable Party.
It was lonely in the great, big cellar,
and the vegetables decided to break the
monotony of their stay there by having
a little frolic. All winter they had been
cooped up in that dark, suffocating place,
with nothing to do but count the days till
they should be cooked.
Gradually the turnips had seen them
selves thinned out, the front-row ranks,
so to speak, being carried by the panfuls
to the kitchen, where Bridget mercilessly
peeled off their skins and cut them into
slices preparatory to going, first into the
big cooking kettle, and thence to the
dinner table, where they would bid fare
well to turnipdom forever.
And the potatoes had suffered the same
onslaughter from the cook and the cook's
assistant, until now their number was
appallingly small. And the cabbages, the
carrots, the parsnips, the onions, the
big shiny skinned white onion, the prom
inent one of the basket. "Let's make
merry today, for tomorrow we may be
smothering a steak or flavoring a salad."
"Yes, or floating in the soup," sug
gested one of the Misses Carrot.
Then Mr. Pumpkin rolled out into the
middle of the cellar and assumed an im
portant air, said : "Friends, the Carrots,
the Onions and my humble self, have be
gun to discuss plans for a party tonight.
Our numbers are becoming less with the
advent of each day, and if we are to en
joy a taste of social life it behooves us
to "
"Get a move on ourselves," put in a
big Potato, who sat high up on a small
mound of his fellows.
"I suppose you call that Irish wit,"
said the Pumpkin, somewhat put out by
the Potato's interruption. "However,
as you are but a common Potato, I shall
S I
"AWAY WHIRLED MR. POTATO WITH MRS. MOUSE."
pumpkins and the beets were likewise
in demand by those formidable enemies
to vegetable kind.
It was a great yellow pumpkin who
first thought of a farewell-to-earth party.
The idea came to him one evening as he
bade good-by to one of his close com
panions who was carried up stairs to be
made into pies.
Mr. Pumpkin (we shall make their
names proper when occasion demands)
turned to a couple of carrots on the even
ing just alluded to, and remarked : "My
dears, how would a party strike you?"
"A party," repeated the larger and
pinker carrot of the two : "why I think
it would be great. Would we dance?"
"Well, I guess !" nodded the pumpkin,
smiling. Hereupon the Misses Carrot
both laughed heartily. Then Mr. Pump
kin turned to a basket of onions and
asked what their pleasure would be in
the matter.
"A dance by all means," exclaimed a
over look the breach of good manners on
your part. Now, to proceed with my re
marks but what was I saying when that
ill-bred spud interrupted me?" and Mr.
Pumpkin turned his inquiry on the big
shiny Onion, who had spoken a few mo
ments before.
"You were saying that if we would
taste the social side of life it behooves
us "
"Yes, yes, it behooves us that's the
word !" exclaimed Mr. Pumpkin. "It
behooves us to "
"Get a move on ourselves?" again
broke from the Potato.
"Say !" said Mr. Pumpkin, flushing to
a deeper yellow, "am I to be thus an
noyed by your rude interruptions every
time I come to a certain point in my re
marks? I'll not stand it !"
"Then sit, I pray you !" remarked the
Potato, dryly.
"Well, I'll sit on you in a way that will
make myself felt," angrily retorted the