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IBP NS PAGE THE PINEHURST OUTLOOK THE HOLIDAY PINECONE ( Concluded from page nine) A CHRISTMAS 8TOHY Arranged by Headmaster P. L. Llghtbourn from a French Story It was a bright Christmas In Paris. The bells were ringing out their glad tidings of peace and good will. But for one man in that great city their message seemed but a mockery. For he, while running his motor car above even the high speed limit allowed in France, had run over a little child, the evening before, and, shameful to relate, had not stopped , to find out what injuries he had inflicted. Now he read in the morning paper how an unknown car had run over a child, and, without slackening speed, had passed on. The child had been taken to its mother's bouse, No. 54 rue des Dames, and had since died. And he had killed it. Ills first Impulse was to flee at once from the now hateful city, and with 1 his object In view, he gave orders to his servant to pack his trunk and purchase tickets for the South. A few fare well visits had to be paid first. So, feeling like an outcast among the happy Christmas crowds, he went here and there through the city, sud denly he glanced up "Rue des Dames!" In horror he hurried past No. 54 and up the street, but after walking a few squares he paused. He must do hit duty, he was not really a coward at heart, he must see the poor mother and comfort her the beet he could, at the risk of incurring her hatred, to say nothing of exposing himself to possible arrest and imprisonment. He hur ried back to the house, mounted the long bare stairs and rang the bell. Haltingly he explain ed the purpose of his visit. The mother showed no anger, no resentment. She wore rather a look of resignation. Puzzled, he continued his story, with greater difficulty than ever. Sud denly the woman seized him by the arm and dragged him within the meanly furnished room There, to his amazement and joy lay a pretty child of about five years of age, a little pale per eaps, but smiling and happy! He was not a murderer then, after all ! A few cheap toys lay about the room. The man remarked : "Who brought you these pret ty toys, my boy?" The little fellow replied: "Father Christmas, he came down by the roof." The man went towards the chimney, drew out his pocket book, leaned over, pretend ing to find it on the floor. "Here is a present you have not seen a pretty toy. Here, it is for yu-takeit!" So the message of the glad Christmas bells had found their way Into this man's heart too. SLIPPERY SIDEWALKS By Richard S. Tufts Slippery sidewalks are a menace to the pub lic's cranium, spinal column and nose. But yet many of our younger folks enjoy them. Why need we put sand on them to steady the older set, and thus spoil the fun of the younger set? Why not have a sled path? Why not devote all the sand to the inner side of the path. There are three good reasons for this: First, the same amount of sand would make the sandy pait much thicker there, for it would have a much more steadying influence over the feeble. Second, it would leave a path for the sleds to travel: Third, it would keep the youngsters off the street where they are liable to be hurt. The old people In this way would be able to walk along feeling secure, and not expecting to be tripped up every moment, or come to a stretch where there was no sand, because all the sand would be devoted to the sandy half and not be loosely scattered here and there, and.it might venbe a pleasure for the elders to see the young ones scooting by without fear of mishap. A PINEHURST QUAIL HUNT By Alexander Blair Thaw, 2nd "Gee, father, but Isn't that a little peach?" saidAlex Smith indicating a small sixteen gauge single barrel shotgun. The speaker had been taken by his father into a prominent sporting goods store In New York with the Intention of getting him a cleaning rod for a rifle he had re ceive! for his birthday, but Alex was now en grossed in a shotgun. "I suppose that this is what you would like to have for Pinehurst, is it?" was the Interroga tive response-. "You -bet it is, sir," jeplied Alex, with enthusiasm. Well, the upshot of the matter was that when Alex landed In Pinehurst four days later, he was the proud possessor of the shotgun and two days after, felt himself the happiest boy in the worlds-he was on his way to a quail hunt. One covey was flushed in the morning and Alex got two birds out of it, and in the afternoon three more were found and one bird was gotten out of each. That evening he was so proud of himself that he told almost everybody he met what good luck he had had and even went so far as to say to his father that he was sure he was going to be a flue shot. But the next time he tramped all day and got not a bird although eight coveys were flush ed and two boxes of cartridges used, so now Alex Is not so sure of his future as a shooter. A TRIP OUT WEST By Cabot J. Morse, Jr. One day I was sitting In the train looking out of the window when I saw an Indian riding very fast. I had never seen one in deerskin clothes before and I was very frightened and when the train stopped at a station I would not get off. While we were crossing the prairie I saw a lot of gophers and prairie dogs, who with a few angry barks and squeaks, dodged into their holes and disappeared. The next afternoon an Indian boy came up riding bareback on an Indian pony. He raced the train for ten miles and then he went to gath er up the cows, while we sped away, leaving him far behind. KATE'S CHRISTMAS STOCKING By Helen M. Patterson Once upon a time there lived a good fairy called "Sllverwlng" and a good little girl called "Kate," which I am going to tell you about. On Christmas eve Kate hung up her stocking, and went right to bed, so that Santa Claus would All her stocking early. That night Silverwing came around to fill Kate's stocking, so Kate would think that Santa Claus had been been there. When Kate wokq up the next morn ing and found her stocking full, she clapped ber hands for joy and ran to show her mother. At that moment Silverwing glided into the room. When Kate eaw her she tried to catch her, and said : "Oh look, Mamma I" At that Silverwing vanished from sight. HOW THE CROW GOT BLACK By Albert Tufts A crow saw a blackbird one day and liked his black feathers. So be asked the blackbird how he got so black, and the blackbird said : "I got It from my egg." "Where is your egg?" said the crow. "I left it under that pot of black paint," he replied. The crow hopped to the pot and hopped on the edge of it. Then the pot tipped over and the black paint ran over him. The blackbird laugh ed at hitn. "You are" a black crow!" he said. THE FAME OF SANTA CLAUS By Louise Patterson The name of Santa Claus is dear To all the cinidreu, far aud near, For he brings ihem pitbeuts by the score; All the things that they adoie. There are ribbons and books for little girls, Aud blue eyed dulls witu flaxen curls; Trumpets and drums aud oiher toys W hich he brings to all the little boys. Each year he comes with his reindeer and sleigh, But ouly a few minutes cau he stay For by daylight he must empty his pack And to his own home hurry back. And children always shall know his fame, For it will ever be the same In every household that is.to come As It is today in our dear home. HE LOVES WATERMILLION He loves watermilllon This dusky little lad; Doesn't miod a bit When it makes he feel quite sad ! THE CAROLINA PINEHURST, N. C. 1 r? rr V. I t.!i (I M V inunPlP3 1 ICI-' fn i'l M 33 aV-i-i. I L The Carolina is a magnificent four-story building completed in 1900. The in terior is a model of elegance, with appointments calculated to suit the most luxu rious tastes. The hotel accommodates five hundred guests and is provided with seventy-four suites with bath. The cuisine and table service are unsurpassed. The house contains every modern comfort and convenience, including elevator, telephone in every room, sun rooms, stteam heat night and day, electric lights, and water from the celebrated Pinehurst Springs, and a perfect sanitary system of sew age and plumbing. H. W. PRIEST, Manager. The Berkshire, PINEHURST, N. C. The Berkshire is a modern hotel, delightfully located with all conveniences for health and comfort; running water from the celebrated Pinehurst Springs, bath rooms, steam heat, open fires, electric lights and sanitary plumbing. The guests apartments are comfortable and home-like and the public rooms large and attractive The cuisine and srvic is of a high standard. A billiard room and barber shop have been recently added for the convenience of the guests. F. C. ABBE, Manager. PI mm-. HOTEL WENTWORTH, The Leading New England Coast Summer Resort. NEW CASTLE, PORTSMOUTH, N. H. Every facility for sport and recreation: Golf, tennis, riding, driving, yacht ing, fishing, still and surf bathing and well equipped garage under competent supervision. Fine livery. Music by symphony orchestra. Accommodates 500. Local and long distance telephone connection in every room. Send today for a beautifully illustrated book. Wentworth Hotel Co., . H. W. Priest, Managing Director Address Until May 1, The Carolina, Pinehurst, N. C.
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