Advertisers Arrive at
the First Faint Streak of Dawn
Those of us who were up early enough Saturday morning were
treated to an unusual spectacle. The train from Aberdeen was two hours early. The natives residing
along the railroad line rubbed their eyes in amazement at the sight of seven
solid Pullman cars coming into town at this unheard of hour. A wise and
far-seeing railroad executive had provided two locomotives and an extra baggage
car to haul the advertising interests and their golf clubs up the hill from
Aberdeen, but in the mad haste to get to these happy golfing grounds they
failed to forewarn the management of the Carolina Hotel that they would be on
hand for breakfast. And the result was that when the Winter Leaguers stepped
forth from their train they found nary a soul to greet them, or a sign of life
in the village.
Undismayed they began a mass attack on The Carolina. The one
solitary bell hop on duty fainted at the sight of the invaders. The alarm was
sounded. Clerks sprang to their posts. Commander Lacks dispatched the bus to
the station to capture as many guests as could be found. The mountain of
baggage and golf bags was no sooner unscrambled than the legions of the
advertisers shifted their attack to the golf links, where they laid down a
pitiless barrage of golf balls.
It is difficult to deal with such tactics. The Advertising
Interests still held the fort. They refused to be dislodged from the golf links,
and Pinehurst surrenders willingly.
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