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The Spirit of Good Service
and Unequalled Facilities
for its Accomplishment!
Add to these an Unrivaled Location consider that
THE McJLPIN
is the Largest and Safest Hotel Structure in
NEPF TORK CITY
and you will understand why it is the
Most Talked About and Most Popular Hotel
in America today.
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Prices Notably Moderate
Broadway at 34th Street
(One block from Pennsylvania Station)
Management MERRY & BOOMER
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THE VILLAGE GOSSIP
Gathering of Sportsmen and Advent of Familiar Figures as
Seen by One of the Leisure Glass
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MY Dear Duchesse:
Positively you -will
have to leave your uplift
work for the time being
and come help me hold
up my end down here.
They will have to go to
building more houses,
and that's all there is
about it. Every place in the town is
rented, and the old residents are mostly
on hand now. Mr. and Mrs. George T.
Dunlap have opened Column Lodge, and
Mr. George is already looking with preda
tory eyes on the inordinate display of Tin
Whistle trophies. Mr. and Mrs. Tyler L.
Redfield came down from New York with
the advertising golfers. This is the liveli
est bunch we have seen here yet. About
160 of them descended upon the golf
courses and proceeded to play about four
tournaments at once, against each other,
and time, and bogey, with prizes distri
buted every few minutes to platoon, brig
ade, company and squad leaders, every
one takinsr turns at these -positions. The
Tin Whistles not to be outdone conducted
a swatfest in the middle of this, and no
man could wander abroad for careering
golf balls.
They were a very interesting and enter
taining lot authors and publishers and
newspaper men, moguls in the magazine
world and pleasant fellows. Frang Pres
brey was on hand, and E. J. Ridgeway,
the dynamic publisher of Everybody's
Magazine, and Mr. and Mrs. George Dut
ton from Boston, and Grantland Rice
my dear, you may not know Grantland
Rice, but every man in the country able
to wield a racket or swing a club or with
eyes to read the sporting column does
and I am back in my element. I presume
you gather that the dancing is really be
gun. They have fixed up the ball room
something like with fandangles and stuff,
and got them an emancipated band that
beats anything I ever heard in my life.
When it comes to fox trotting, next to the
right girl I would prescribe this Ethio
pian drummer. He understands it. He
doesn't care whether he is playing the
drum or the back of a chair, or ringing a
bell, or whether he has any music or
school keeps or not. He goes after this
thing like a deacon getting religion, and
whoops it up until there isn't a still foot
in the room, and everybody is whirling
around in an ectacy. I suppose you
would like to know just who was there and
what kind of crape they wore, and who
hadn't any partners. Get a directory.
They were all there, and dressed by
Paquin, I should say.
This same remarkable symphony plays
every afternoon upstairs in the club house.
I don't believe anybody knows it, or else
they would flock up there for tea. Maybe
you will tell them.
Mrs. Joseph Boylan, who is from Roslyn,
Long Island, is in the Arlington for the
Winter. She is thinking of getting a
small estate down here in the neighbor
hood somewhere, and has been looking
around a bit with her son, who is going
to Yale next season. Most every after
noon I join a select company at tea with
the Fullers in the Concord. You see they
understand these things, and I am very
particular about my tea. Last week
Commodore and Mrs. Newton had a little
dinner party for the Pumpellys and
Henry Holt, Jr., of New York, visiting
at Samarcand, who came in by motor.
It is without intention of consuming
you with envy and homesickness that I
tell you that there was a big bridge party
given at Fernleigh last Saturday by Mr.
Henry Houston and Mrs. Arthur New
comb. A great many of the ladies of
Pinehurst and Southern Pines were pres
ent, among them being Mrs. T. T. Wat
son, Mrs. J. T. Newton, Mrs. II. W.
Priest, Mrs. Walter Sandford, Mrs. Spen
cer Waters, Mrs. Leonard Tufts, Mrs.
George M. Howard, Mrs. George Lang
don, Mrs. Charles Hudson, Mrs. Harry G.
Waring and Miss Bogert from Pinehurst;-
Mrs. R. E. Wiley, Mrs. John Powell,
Mrs. A. L. Drew, Mrs. William Mudgett,
Mrs. N. F. Wilson, Mrs. Wilcox, Miss
Angie Newcomb, Mrs. Nellie Chadwick,
Miss Lydia Chadwick, Mrs. Charles Hey
wood and Mrs. George Ilerr from the
neighboring metropolis.
The prizes were won by Mrs. Priest,
Miss Bogert, Mrs. Howard, Mrs. New
ton and Miss Newcomb. Seemed to be
sort of a Pinehurst freeze out.
Mrs. Walter Sandford of New York
had a lunch party at the Carolina Tues
day for Mrs. Benjamin, Mrs. Waring,
Miss Bogert and Mrs. Newcomb. The
luncheon parties are becoming popular.
On Friday Mrs. George M. Howard had
a large company of ladies to meet Mr.
Howard's sister.
A band of humorists have chartered the
Harvard for a couple of weeks, and are
roaming around the contiguous periphery
shooting up Derby's model plantation and
kidnapping the loose Ford Automobiles
about (which is a blessing) and chasing
Jim Boyd's drag hounds, to find out
which one wins. They had a party at
the club house Wednesday night, suc
cessfully credited to the Brunette band
and Mrs. Manning. In the words of Lady
Warick I might say that I observed there
(being at home in my slippers at the
time, in Hoboken) Mr. and Mrs. Doodle
day Page, Raymond D. Morris and Mrs.
Morris, in bright tule de Sac and chiffon
of pearl, Katharine Loring of Boston,
Mr. and Mrs. Fred Pearson of
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