THE PINEHURST OUTLOOK
MEMORIES OF ANNIE OAKLEY
PRINCE LUITPOLD HAS A CLOSE SHAVE WITH A
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The Story of the Gold Bracelet from the Collection of the
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EVEN a rainy day
has its blessings.
While the golf mad
legion fretted and
fumed through the
corridors of the Car
olina Hotel at Pine
hurst on one of those rare days
when the heavens inundated the
greens, I spent one of the pleas
antest afternoons 'of my memory.
Gathered about the tea table was
a genial company, mellowed into
reminiscence by the dancing fire.
Annie Oakley, from whose fabu
lous experience up and down crea
tion we had been accustomed to
draw our most absorbing narra
tives, had been silently enjoying
the scene until the topic turned
to old and rare jewelry. Some
one noticed upon her wrist a
bracelet of exquisit workman
ship and delicate design, so
plainly a treasure that we
begged her to tell how she came
by it. I suggested that its dupli
cate could hardly come from a
shop on Fifth Avenue.
"Hardly," she said. "Nor on
any other avenue." She took it
off and showed it to us. It was of
gold, set with brilliant diamonds,
bearing a crown, and inscribed
inside with the single word,
"Luitpold."
THE MAD KING'S FANCY
"There is quite a story con
nected with this," she went on.
You have all heard of the mad
King of Bavaria. He was con
fined in the luxurious limbo of his
great castle for nearly half a cen
tury, and indulged his wild fancy
in the most unusual manner. One
of his most fantastic conclusions
was that he was a stork. So he
built him a small lake in the court
yard, and to humor him they had
a suit made with feathers and a
beak, which he would put on. And
so arrayed would stand in splen
dor for hours in the shallows, first
on one foot and then the other,
giving a regal and correct imita
tion of the flattered bird. He had
his way, but he lost his kingdom.
He was deposed in favor of Luit
pold, who reigned in Bavaria for
forty years as Prince Regent.
Luitpold was as fine a gentleman
as could be found on the planet.
He tried several times to get rid
of the job, but he was so popular
with the people that they would
not stand for it a minute.
"It didn't take me long to see
why he was the idol of the people.
He was by all odds the most un
assuming and genuine man of all
the royal folks I ever met. The
Wild West Show was going
strong at Munich at the time. In
contrast to Barcelona it was a
gala time for the outfit. The peo
ple were kindness itself, and
our camp was transformed into
a joyful and merry headquarters
for many American boys who
were over there studying 'art and
liesure. The whole place was one
grand fair for the boys, mellowed
by the ever-filled tankards of the
dark Munchener. The Indians
almost blossomed into old sports.
There was music everywhere, and
not a single man ever seen the
worse for the beer. And to say
they doted on it would be a slight.
Why, they tried to raise the price
half a cent a gallon while we were
there, and it almost raised a revo
lution. Charge what you like for
bread and meat but don't fool
with the Bavarian's beer. It's his
totem pole, and he sees red if it is
fooled with.
A CASUAL VISITOR
One day the gang was mostly
off touring the town and enjoying
the hospitality of a host of
friends, I-was practicing, as I did
all the time to keep in the best
trim, and there were only a few
cowboys and some Americans
loafing about the camp, when a
neat little rig drove right into the
enclosure, and a gentleman got
out and with no more ado says
good afternoon. I have heard
about this remarkable company,
he went on, and have taken the
liberty of coming around to see it.
"Glad to see," I answered. "My
name is Annie Oakley and this
here is my friend Mitchell. They
call him Texas Jim, and he is fond
of horses."