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5 IMSM1 "e""st "-k v The World's Greatest Hotel r I 1 III The Spirit of Good Service and Unequalled Facilities for its Accomplishment Add to these an Unrivaled Location consider that THE McALPIN is the Largest and Safest Hotel Structure in NEW YORK CITV and you will understand why it is the Most TeUlced Albout and YVost Popular Hotel in America Today Prices Notably Moderate Broadway at 34th Street (One Block from Pennsylvania Station) L,. M. BOOMER, Managing Director That no one could beat him at reaching the pump. The deacon's own daughter stood watch ing all that With a smile in her eye and a flower on her hat. And as she beheld him excel the whole lot Her heart fairly fluttered and choked her somewhat. I Next day the parading went round in a ring. The deacon's own daughter, sweet lovely young thing, "Was riding a float where Young Locke cast his view, Her eyes shot a glance and Dan Cupid shot two, Such shooting was new to this dashing young body And it went through his pulse like an apple jack toddy. All day they went round like two flowers in an eddy. When the deacon said "homeward," the maid was not ready. The deacon then scolded. The youth took her part. The deacon turned livid and out of his cart A hickory cudgel he drew. Then alack! ; Young Locke thought of nothing but "balling the Jack." A word to the maid, and a dash to the ' rear, A twist to his Ford which, thank heaven, stood near, A sound like the wrecking a train load of tin, He's out to the maid, and the maiden is in! They're off over wire grass and heather and scar! "That mule will ne'er catch us," quoth young Locke McVarr. They went out of sight in the dusk of the vale The deacon pursuing and waving his flail. The wagon bounced high, and the dog ran behind, And the last that we saw they were splitting the wind. But how it all ended and where they now be, Just ask whom you wish to BUT DO NOT ASK ME. &C1EJVT1FIC Send The Outlook to your friends. It saves letter writing. Ask for mailing envelopes. (Concluded from page one) fering an easy course. It starts and ends at the Club, a considerable advantage for anyone wishing to play only nine holes. It has no bunkers or pitfalls to discourage the novice or interfere with the progress of instruction. A MASTERPIECE The masterpiece of the Summer how ever, is not on either of these courses. It is the execution of the plan for the remodelling of the eighth hole on num ber three course. This long stretch which used to be the most monotonously uninter esting of all on the course now presents as pretty a problem as any golfer would wish to tackle. A veriable mountain range has been established beyond a for midable array of pits on the left of the fairway a hundred yards from the tee, and repeated with greater fury on the right a hundred yards from the green. This last set are the most savage 'attacks on the natural landscape that I have ever seen on any links. They not only lend zest and terror to the game, but make for Swiss scenic effects en route. The result is that two 225-yard shots will reach the green without let or hindrance; that a cautious man might manage to sneak by Scylla and Charybdis by dodg ing to right and left and gaining safety at the expense of distance. Other hope there is none, except for Alpine players, or miners. REST HOUSE A welcome addition to the champion ship course is a rustic cabin equipped as a rest house and for the serving of drinks and light refreshments. It is near tho ninth hole on top of the hill, and sports an immense fireplace and plenty of room for the celebration of making the turn. A number of shelters have also been put about on the courses to help out in case of storm or sudden rain. Quail Another ancient saw has gone by the board. There has been a tradition in the countryside that a wet Spring was a bad sign for a quail crop. Well, we had a Spring this year that could not be dis tinguished from a freshet. And yet not only are the birds not scarce, but the old est liar in the country cannot remember seeing as many as there are this year. They go off like gatling guns under the heels of our horses, and trail about the paths like privileged visitors. The woods are full of them, challenging the sports man, and promising a big year in the field. jn ' ' ' I " 4 I -A S - 1 trrT CARTHAGE SCHOOL GIRLS IN A PICTURESQUE COUNTRY DANCE AT PINEHURST FAIR
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