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THE JEFFERSON RICHMOND, VA.
With the addition of 300 bed rooms, cafe, private diDing rooms, etc., this far-famed Hotel Is
more magnificent, attractive and secure, than ever before. Room single and en suite, with and
without private baths. Long distance phones in every room.
The many points of historic interest in, and around the City, makes Richmond a very desir
able stop-over place for tourists, where they can enjoy the equable climate, thus avoiding extreme
changes of temperature.
WANAMAKER'S
Sporting Goods Section
Sells everything for the Sportsman Guns, Ammunition,
Shooting Jackets, Riding Pants, Fishing Material, Jersey
Jackets and Sweaters of every kind. All golfers should try
one of our nice gray or white sweaters (for both sexes)
ranging in price from $3.00 to $7.50, all sizes. We think
we have the finest line of Tennis Goods in America.
Mr. Alex H. Findlay is Manager of our Sporting goods
stores and he will be pleased to help you pick out anything
you may need.
Our line of Angora Vests and Jackets is complete. The
single breasted vests are Ten and Twelve Dollars, double
breasted Fifteen Dollars. The Jackets run from Twelve to
Twenty-four Dollars.
If you will tell us what you want we will be glad to see
that it is sent you promptly.
Our Big General Catalog for the Spring and Summer is
now being mailed.
Please write us for your copy.
JOHN WANAMAKER, New York
Your Summer Tour
Will be incomplete, without ,IX, 11.
a run through picturesque DIXVILLE NOTCH
You will find there the best service and homelike comfort
and a well equipped garage. '
"KVI1M otch,THE BALSAMS,neW nan,pRbire.
Winter address, 1800 Lehigh Ave., Write for interesting
Philadelphia, Pa. illustrated booklet.
Current lusue of School Oirla Maga
zine the "Heat Yet "
HERE is certainly a
delightful half hour in
store for every one who
reads the current issue
of the school girls
magazine, The Pinecone
for it is unquestionably the "best yet",
somewhat larger in size than usual and
sparkling throughout with humor. The
demand exhausted the limited edition
almost simultaneously with its appear
ance and the contents of the magazine are
printed below in response to requests
from the many who desire copies.
THE PINECONE
Vol. 1, No. 4 Ten Cents
Pinch urst, N. C, Feb. 12, 1910.
editors in chief:
A. Moore E. Tufts
ASSISTANT EDITOB8:
M. Johnson M. Rogers
EDITORIAL STAFF:
W. Rogers K. Leach
E. Leach
F. Hammond
Published fortnightly during the winter
season by the girls of the Pinehurst school.
HOTSPUR.
THE STORY OF A HORSE'S LIFE.
Chapter I.
The first thing I remember quite distinctly is a
large airy box stall, and by my side a beautiful
mare, my mother. Her neck was beautifully
arched, and her head was well held and ex
tremely small and of a beautiful shape, she was
a chestnut and people say that I look just like
her.
My mother and I were great friends and she
and I often talked together. When I got a little
older a man came to our door and petted her
saying, "So, girlie, so". What surprised me
was that Mother tossed her head up and down
anprily and the coachman, Jack, said: "So
girlie, does your neck ache? Oh, it's a cruel
thing to put such things on a horse's neck as
tight as that!"
Then my mother was led away and when she
came back she was very hot. However, Jack
rubbed her down and put her in my stall.
"Mother" said I, "what is that thing Jack said
was put on your neck?" "Oh," she cried angrily,
"a martingale. Its all right if its just loosely
there for show, it makes you look pretty, or if
one tosses ones head way up and knocks the
rider, but to have it bo tight I can't move my
head is cruel, and my neck aches so, they've got
just the same instrumert of torture for driving
horses, called a check rein, but I am a saddle
horse and you are, too." '
Then I understood why Mother tossed her
head.
(To be continued)
There was a young lady
Who took a ride on a Ferris wheel.
On the f orty-first round
She looked to the ground
And it cost heran eighty cent meal.
Anonymous.
There was a young lady from Lynn
Who grew so exceedingly thin
That when she essayed
To drink lemonade
She slipped through the straw and fell in.
ERNEST IN THE FOREST.
Chapter. iv, Concluded.
For three days more they rode on without
any unusual experience. They camped at
last by a stream where they were to stay for
good. The next morning they went out to see
their traps. Ernest rode on for a mile and came
to a stream where he set a trap. Then he rode
back to camp and found his friend had not yet
returned, so he went to look for him. He found
him by a spring with his head all bloody, and
there was a big gash across his forehead. Er.
nest picked him up and rode home with him.
He worked over him all the rest of the day,
then he went to the store-room and ate his
supper.
After a week had paseed he found his friend
was well. The next day Ernest was absent,
so his friend (who's name was Dan) went off to
hunt for him. Ernest rode along the path he
had made, singing merrily, for it was a bright
morning and the birds were chirping in the
trees. He slung the beaver skins over his
shoulder and got onto his horse, when a shot
rang out. Ernest fell forward on his horse, and
then off. Up came an Indian and took the
beaver skins and the horse. He was about to
lead him away when there was another shot,
the Indian jumped up in the air and with a wild
scream he fell to the ground.
"Ernest! Ernest! are you dead?"
It was the voice of Dan that rang out. "No,"
said Ernest, raising his bead, but it fell again.
"I will take him home," said Dan.
Ernest sat up in bed. "Mother," said he "is
it true you married Bill?" "Yes, dear," said
his mother, "that is true."
The End.
Once there was a little boy, and he had two
kittens, and he did not know what to name
them, and he thought he would name them
"Tom" and "Jerry". But oue of his friends
arrived and asked him why he didn't name them
Cook and Peary. He replied: "They ain't no
pole cats!"
What goes up to a house but never goes in?
A path.
There was an owl that sat on an oak,
The more it saw the less it spoke.
The less it spoke the more it heard.
Why can't we all be like that wise bird?
A VOYAGE TO AFRICA.
Bill, Pete and I went to Africa hunting for a
brown elephant. First thing we saw were some
lions. We went to where John described the
brown elephant was, no elephant did we eee.
We hunted there for a day or so. We went back
to see if we couldn't see some flying elephants
at the place that John said they would be. We
didn't see any flying elephants just then, but
we saw a lot of lion dens. Bill said, "There's
a lion in that den." We took up our rifles but
Bill took up his whip and whipped the lion out.
The lion came straight for us. I flred. The
bullet landed on the lion's rose, which made
him have the nose bleed, lie turned around
and ran away. We trailed him easily by the
blood. Bill said, "we ought to have blood
hounds." But Pete said, "They'd eat up all
the blood so the hyenas couldn't have any."
We kept trailing him until we saw him sitting
on a red rock. Pete said, "Gosh! that's the
first time I've ever seen a red rock !" Bill said,
"If you stay here much longer and Skissors
shoots many more lions in the nose, you won't
see anything but red rocks."
By this time the lion was quite blind and dead
from my bullets, so that Bill and Pete didn't
have any chance to shoot. We left the lion on
the red rock, and then we walked until all of a
sudden Pete said, "There's a flying elephant."
Pretty soon he said, "There's another." Pretty
soon they all alighted. They were out of rifle
range. I shot my bullet onto a rock which
made a lot of noise, and then they flew away..
They flew into a tree and pretty soon came
down again and flew right into their nest. Then.