Evening Star Newspaper, May 28, 1922, Page 65

NEZ and Trilby May With Their Yachting Friends, Eall in With Real Thing in Plutes Who Has the Regular Back- ground Aboard Palatial Craft—Learn What All the Really Smart People Do—Some Heart-Breaking Dope. heart. How long will it take us to get Uncle Nels?" *'Oh, three or four days, maybe,” says BY SEWELL HETHER I'm called on or I'm grasping the key making choice by pointing. we were sipping the stuff Mushi- tawki bustled about with boxes of cigars and an assortment of cigar- Say, even the smokes had J. the remark that Uncle Nels Maybe he did “Then let's go,” says L. *“I'd even be glad to board a pink taxi and go bumping up Sth avenue. a regular place once more. And peo- Especially people.” would be kind-a agrees Uncle Nels. can get an early start tomorrow."” i= a good old sport. \start in as a steerage passenger from Sweden, and spend most of his career as a tightwad from Al that is in the dim and dusty past. For in the last year or so he's been learning to loosen up, and now he's almost qualified g\ It buying a vacht and crulsing down the west coast of Florida doesn’t put him in that class then what does? monograms on 'em. And if sk me, it wasn't so poisonous, there on the deck of the Tigress and wallowing in ail this luxury. Uncle Nels did act a bit un- for he had choked over the liqueur, and I knew he was wonder- t through that five- inch Havana without going pale in the gills. As for Barry and Ines, though, they were just eating it u and listening with both ears stretch: ed to all the high-class chatter this super-plute saw iU to toss off But ‘what worried me a bit was that he seemed to aim most of his remarks and I didn't know what 1 want to see ing it he could AND say. as we came on deck after supper we were all as much thrilled over the prospect of ending the cruise as we had been to begin it. Ines was for packing up right away. she would have gone at it, too, If ‘we hadn’t discovered this mahogany tender alongside, with a Jap steward waiting with a message for Uncle Nels. True, he got fed up on it in time Just as the rest of us did. betting that spooners get the same way, Wwhy wasn't there a yacht anchored behind every one of the Ten Thou- the born gold- ®THEN, WHO IN THE NAME OF sand Tsland rub fenders with a single one down there. That is. not until we'd started | north and had hung up at this Marco | place for the night. { T was a regular vacht. I've got to| We had been rather ty over our own craft up to that moment she'd open her mouth and put her foot in it. “You've been crulsing down among the Ten Thousand islands, have you? “Misser Scott send his compliments,” ~and invite honorable guests » visit the Tigress.” than an occasional the Pyxie seemed the last % word in nautical elegance. Mwe rounded to off Marco Isiand about time and anchored within nothing classier < extending the courtesies of the “Wants us to go Sure we will. But before Inez could reply I had says I, trying to It's the thing to do, I " puts in Barry. over and call. Tigress we knew in a minute that we were only pikers at the game. She's a long. low. black affair, with i rows of shiny brass portholes. three fat yellow smokestacks, ers stretched from and a mahogany motor tender riding As we gawped We certainly were. after he has set his white yachting cap on at a rakish angle, seems anxious to be neighborly. “Rather decent whispers to Barry. lot of strangers. idea, do vou think?" Even Uncle Nels,| “Absolutely.” Just as one must run out to Biminl trom the east coast, or to viait Cata- lina when one goe: wireless feel- the signal mast, to Los Angeles. isn't as yet overrun with Thank heavens for that. And it's a wonderful section of the Florida shore line, that maze of man- Such sunsets where in the world have I seen any- thing to equal back from the Lido to Venice. remember, Miss Dodge?’ 1 nods. Why not? oath, was 1?7 Any luck fishing?” says I, shrugging my shoulders indifferent. “Why, Trilby May?" breaks in Inez “Don’t Uncle Nels and 1 bet we dc. friend Scott,” from a boat “Taking us in this across at her struck and a costumed sallor hauled down the colors fore and aft and ran up a little square of red at the main erosstree: “Indicating what, “Auction, or scarlet fever?” . like ‘himself,"” hope Uncle Nels doesn’t make any bad and—er—wouldn't ae well to hint to Inez about the gum?” “I'll see that she parks her cud be- fore she leaves,” says I. Five minutes later we were being received on the deck of the Tigress by dressed middle-aged sport with the pop eyes and the mahogany- tinted bald head. graceful and elegant. Why. when he shakes hands with Ines and me he bows so low I thought we kissed on + the knuckles; and by the way he eases us into the cushioned wicker chairs you'd thought we were some kind of royalty. Then he snaps his fingers and the Jap steward glides In with the demi tasse tray and begins to hand around the save coming ptain?” 1 asked. I wasn’t under plained Capt. they're going to eat aboard. got all the frills, that guy. 1 wonder he don't touch off a sunset gun, too.” torpedo boat de- stroyer,” suggests Barry. i “Most likely that's what she was the captain. converted into a yacht since the war. The government sold a lot of ‘em off “Means that me catch lotta catfish? going to get COULD see the spreading over J. Burton’'s refined The very idea of mention- ing catfish when of course he was referring only to tarpon! right there with the snappy alibi for “If I'd thought, I would have bought one,” says I, “but I'm always missing out on bargain sales. Wonder who the register.” says the captain. And a moment later he reads off the dope: “Yacht Tigress, New York. New York Yacht Club; owner J. Burton Scott.” “Why!” says Barry. the head of Munger hotel syndicate. Burton Scott. " says I “Doesn’t she do that Swedish dialect well, Mr, Scott? Picked it up while we were in Duluth us some mors, Let's hear what you think of secing nothing but fsland, and tell us where you want to go now?’ “Huh!” says Ines. E seems to be the real J. Burton, all gussied up in a double-breasted white with a periwinkle blue tie and clocks of the same shade in his white silk A fresh bachelor's button in his lapel gave the final touch. impressive, all see Barry and Uncle Nels sizing up “That must be ons summer. He's a plunger. down a whole block to build the Plutoria on, you know. he can cruise in style.” “1 expect he'll be running down to Key West and_than on up to “I get sick of 1 wanna go by New York, ‘neverything.” see movie show Of course, we had all been fairly close to regular plutes before, not when they had the background. Anyway, none of us had ever really been entertained by one, and it was more or less of an eye-opener to see how it wal surely had a good line. oozed off hand culture and man-of- the-world stuff. “Deuced jolly of you to come on board the old tub,” chirk up & lonely fisherman. I've been having & g0 at the tarpon. I'm not so keen for it, I confess, As 1 was once, but I hang up a few in the trophy cabinet every keep my hand in. It's the same with moose. that if one doesn’t bring in a buok every fall he's rather out of “Perfectly ripping, you know. Ought to work that up into a monologue it at some of those charity affairs at the Ritz. But tell me, where are you bound for from here?” “Inez has sald it.” says I And I'll admit I'm just dying t back myself. Don't you simply love Fifth avenue at this time of year, Mr. Scott?” tell though, the minute I'd put that over, that I'd said the wrong “New York!" Jistens rather good.” “Me, I wanna go home, too,” OMEHOW it seemed that I started something. enough knocking around the we'd been for a couple of weeks, especially among “In May?” says he. “Well, really, 1 Haven’'t been up &s early as that for years. No. I shouldn’t fancy getting to New York before One {8 liable to run into such beasty weather before that, Besides, even in early only a touch and go with me. Just a stopover for shopping and then on to Newport. Den't tell me, my dear young thinking of going straight to New such picturesque nes as you get on the west coast. t when you've seen nothing but green water and green mangrove is- 3ands day after day, and have had tardly any living thing to watch ex- cept pelicans and porpoise and white herons, and no one to swap speech with outside your own little party and the crew, some way you get hop- ing for something different. “Almost the middle of May,” sug- “I wonder how many of the Broadway shows are still hanging on.” “The shops will be showing the new summer styles by now,"'says L “What do you suppose the hats will be like, the first of June. you know. “Oh, quite!” says Barry, And for a man who prob- ably never shot at anything bdigger than a gray squirrel, he told it well “Now will the ladle: coffee?” asks J. Burton. well, Mushitawkl. oses Bareys “No? Very ‘The cordials.” Jap disappeared, to come back presently with a lot of slim glasses and some decanters. “Kirsch, Curacao, “Why—er—that was the general plan,"says 1. “WPy not?” “Oh, it {sn't dons,” says J. Burton,| looking almost pained. “One works up. Augusts, Ga., ff it's & bit earller. late for there,, though. One wouldn't find any one now, either. or creme - de t Pinehurst But there's White Sul- phur;. yes, and podeibly Pineland, or All the really smart péople do it that way, you know, and & “I dunno,” she says. “Me, I want fce cream scdas and to go to the ** adds Barry, They were all strangers to me, but I couldh’t flivver at that stage. “The green will be a better match for my hair,” saya I, pulling my Dbest hi up 5th avenue, | Boclety smile. stroll through the i HAT might. not have been thing to say, but I got a with it, and saved the others from BURTON wouldn't let it ride at * that, however. He insisted on giving us all the details, including just which hotel we should stop at and the names of the managers. He told us where to find the best golf courses, which joints were running roulette casinos and whers the bridge stakes were highest. And the last advice he gave us, as Fe bowed us over the side into the mahogany ten- der was along the same line. “Don’t hurry north,” says he. And if you run across the Ogden Burkes or the Twombley Cranes at Pineland, give them my, best, will you?” I couldn’t tell how the others had taken it, but somehow I felt almost a8 though I'd been slapped on the wrist. And for a while after we got back to the Pyxie we just sat around and looked at each other without say- ing a word. At last Ines, who al- ways hits straight from the shoul- ders, cut loose with a pertinent re- mark. “We shouldn’t go by New York yet, hey?” says she. “It seems,” says I, “to be an ex- tremely common thing to do. “But lotta trains run up,” suggests Ines. “For the hoi polloil, yes, “The crude tourists go right througir. Not members of the real smart, though. You caught what J. Burton had to say on the subject, didn't you?" “Well,” comes {n Barry, “he knows what, Mr. Scott does. Hels the real thing, when it comes to the social stufr.” “Swell, that one,”” says Ines, who has sucked in two skabs of gum and {s comfortable once more. “Of course,” says I, “we don’t want to do anything to disgrace the yacht- ing fraternity. I'll admit that I was anxious to get back, and perhaps 1 said as much.” “You certainly did,” reproves Barry. “Told him we were all plainning to rush up there by the first train. I didn’t see the necessity for tha “‘But—but, Barry!" I protests. was the scheme, wasn't it?" 'Oh, I might have agreed to some- thing of the sort,” says he, “but I had no notion of going around shout- ing about it. And I can think of no|¥ g0od reason why we shouldn’t change our plans if we feel like it o “Well, then,” says I “let's talk it H can reader, at not coming directly to the But I want to prepare you by degrees for the mad whirl of sc- tivity and gayety into which I am to plunge you, My most exciting afternoon in this light-hearted but heavy bankrolled a bed-making con- of the largest and in southern Cali- over. What do you say, Inez?" “He's @ smart setter, that Mr. Scott, ain't he?” she demands. “Oh, we've registered all that,” says L “8till, we might slip onto & New York sleeper without his getting wise and after we really get home 1 doubt if we meet him again. What's your notion, Uncle Nels?” “Me?”" says he. “I don't care so much. But I ain’t gonna have any- body call me cheap skater on this trip. If it's swell to stop off at them North Carolina places, then why don't we do it? Hey?" “You win,” says I. “We do. Barry, get those time tables and let's pick out a mountain resort where we can hang up for a few days without being crossed off Mrs. Astor’'s list.” * x % ¥ O that'’s why, Instead of loafing along up the coast to where we sailed from, we made a daybreak get- away from Marco Island and kept the engine turning over at top speed until ‘we pulled into Fort Myers, late in the afternoon. The captain had told Uncle Nels that this was a good place to lay up the yacht for the summer, or put her on the market next fall. which- ever he decided to do. Also that we could ‘get & northbound train from here at 7:10 in the morning. “At Tampa.” adds Capt. Mears, “you oan get into a car that goes right through to New York.” “Huh!"” says Uncle Nels. “No good. ‘We ain’t like that. We stop off, take it easy like.” “At White Springs, and Sulphur adds Inez. “Oh, sure!” says the captain. “That’'s the way some of the folks in them | were millionaires. big places along the river does it. Lot of 'em goes in private cars, too." “Wouldn't you know,” T whispers to Barry, “that some one would drop a chunk of rock salt in the fce cream? Just as we thought we were saying the last word, too!” “Oh, ¥ don’t mind,” says he. “J. Burton Scott's way is good enough for me. I'll trail along with him and So we rolled out of our bunks while it was still dark, had a last break- fast in the cosy little dining saloon, and went rumbling up through a misty, dew-drenched Florida that seemed to be mainly great stretches of long-leafed pines, sprinkled here and there with orange groves and truck vn.ehu.‘ was after we had changed at Tampa and were well started toward Jacksonviile that Barry came back Inez into the mysterfes of Russian bank. 5 “Why the foolish look on your face, Barry boy?” 1 asked, glancing across the alsle as he slumps down in his seat. “BEn?” says he. “Oh, well, since you noticed it 1 suppose I might as well give the whole tale. It—it's about that Scott person.” tor of correct custom among the who's- “You mean,” says Barry, “the past grand exalted head of the Order of Fourfiushers. MMnhignm and he isn’t J. Burton at all” talking to him."” “Oh, yes!” says L. “And you o mention something about your friend, J. Burton Scott, both for —OanaO AT J. Burton Scott, that you'd just met on = crufse.’” “Well, of course,” says Barry, “that’s the way we got chatting. , this director chap iz going at Pineland, t00.” great discovery. Pasadena needs {8 not an outh but an elixir of age. This will come as & shock to those who regard this millionsire play- ground as *The City of the Unburied Dead.” But having spent & fortnight in Pasadena I am convinced that its “old boys” are not missing anything. stead of inoculating themselves with monkey glands to renew their youth; they should send an expedition to Africa and make s serum from a number of elderly apes that have led of this California resort. For in this: way the young men of .Pasadena might be able to enjoy life as fully as the old sports who spend the ‘winter months here. If I were mot prematurely bald I i to buy a white wig to me in this millionaires’ For there was no one under seyenty in the set I moved in. r did I have such pacemakers. as well as at the colony. At the dansants, BUT | NEVER SAW ANYTHING LIKE THIS BED-MAKING CONTEST ON THE LAWN.” e when any one millionatre—could Rainbow Ranch, unnecessary rod nineteenth hole of every golf course, with both feet, rubber heels. of the guests retired.for tea. The re- | action was just that great. was almost overcome with emotion T sought out Miss Dominick, the proud winner, to get an expression from her own lips| on her amazing victory. “How does it feel to be the cham- TTHERE was a tim they were although often with As one eighty-year-old young man put it to me, while he pointed to his “there's life In the old dogs even when £00 were | single afternoon asked her, for T knew a palpitating |not profit by their experience. public was awaiting her impressions, could have made the bed much faster—and much better, hadn't had all those old guys looking | me,” she replied naively, adding. “You should see me make a bed at th hotel when I want to go off duty.” “I should think you would prefer me not o see vou,” my observation wi 'W do the aged millionaires of/ the survivors did Pasadena amuse ever, Rainbow Ranch is now a club. and before one can rent a rod and reel there is an initiation fee of $50. clubs of London the supper clubs of necessary fifty {made a member on the spot. the owner, does the propos- ing, seconding and electing once the “berries” are in his pocket. point. I ventured, but at set was spent onEd be Miss test on the lawn smartest fornia. Do not members of the “It's a funny way the rich have of | stream enjoying themselves; - e atches ¥ millionaire colony 1t | member catches, one may took part in the contest—that would have been too exciting. their blood pressures ranging from 220 to 290 such sport would surely have proved fatal. aires only watched the bed-making contests, which you must admit “some sport. Picture a beautiful stretch of green turf on which are eight unmade Picture eight more or chambermaids, sheets and pillowcases In their arms, standing beside them. hundred rich and poor millionaires in a huge gallery waiting for the signal for the mad race to begin—and you have a picture no artist can paint. No, the million- sl less Picture four b PASADENA Mad Whirl of -Activity and Gayety at Millionaires, Playground Ranges From Bed- Making Contest With Enthusiastic Gallery to Hauling Trout at Flat Rate From Waters Supplied - by Hatchery—Obstacle Golf Be- comes Really Sporty Diversion and Provides Entertainment for Children—Villas Out- shine Those of Newport Colony. BY KARL K. KITCHEN. white pill probably prolongs the lives of as many millionajres as any game yet devised. really sporty gamed Te Are not the matche’ ndale or Pasadena links. Obstacle go!f is the new mul*imii- lionaires’ ime. It is played right on. the minature putting greens at two of the hotels. And right here let me say that it one of the best old men's games ever devised. For it does not take the player more than two or three hundred feet from the hotel and Iin addition to improving game it provides no end of amusement for the children. To make & twenty-foot putt upgrade through & barrel and a croquet wicket takes considerable skill, but that is one of the simplest hasards in the up- to-date game of obstacle golf as it ]!l played in Pasadens. Just why so many aged million- alres gather every winter at Pasa- dena {s 2 mystery. There are many warmer and more accessible places. But riches attract riches and that may be the explanation. Certainly more bona fide millionaires spend the winter here than at any other resort in America. Their villas make N port Jook like a cottage colon: their white hair puts to shame the ten thousand little black mustaches of the actory set of Hollywood more than eighteen metaphorical miles away. But where in all America cag one get apoplectic over a bed-making con- test or pull pleasant little trout from & mountain stream at a flat rate? Why, in Pasadena, of course. T'm not arguing with you—I'm tell- ing you. (Copyright, 1022.) About Whaling. ((THERE she blows!"” is a cry that has sent a thrill through many a boy, as he has read of the pursuit of the monsters of the deep. The whaling industry throve in the days of thg old-fashioned sailing ship. when, as those who think that old times are best are wont to say, there was romance on the seas. The Dutch whalers used to kill more than a thousand right whales a year, and the American whalers would bring to port more than twelve million gallons of sperm and other whale oil every twelve months Those were the days when New Bedford and Nantucket and other New England ports were teeming with life, and when the retired whalers would build mansions for e attended a great many dif- ferent kinds of contests in my life —from pie France. But I never saw anything like this bed-making contest on the lawn of that hoted a few weeks ago. The starter was George M. Rey- nolds, president of the Continental and Commercial National Bank of Chicago, one of the biggest banks in And when he gave the signal to begin the race four hundred rich and poor, trembled the world. f1lionaire: Pines. and swell places like that” |wien excitement. ready—set—go!” shouted and the eight chambermaids ‘oft” amid the cheers of the How they spread the spotless white sheets and It was positively thrilling. And how they placed the pillows at the heads of the beds. spiration stood out on the chamber- The train was terrific. them in! Beads of per- maids’ brow: INALLY, with a shout of triumph Lena Brown, chambermaid of a calt st aquare well known hotel—for five California epresented in the con- test—called. attention to the fact that her bed was finished. actly two minutes and seconds. But Lena Brown was not awarded and thoroughness as well as speed figured In the contest, and after a committee of millionaires and_their ives - ;nneu Dominick, of the same hotel, was hafled the winner. few seconds slower in smoothing the wrinkles out of the pillows than Lena, from the smoking compartment to|put her bed had the best appearance of where I was struggling to initiate |¢he eight. With this contest concluded most —— to his live wire brother. At present he's merely acting as caretaker on the Tigress, while J. Burton takes a busi- ness trip north. He may stick on that mthnmnlh.lmm::ul:t:: he a wire tomorrow N:‘;o::wlfi the extra bags which brother left behind. wWhees aid you collect all this heart- F hotels were And it was ex- “THIS FISHING IS GREAT SPORT FOR THE MILLIONAIRES OF PASADENA.” must be a terrible thing to have so much money that you have to get your pleasure out here.” From which it will be seen that bedmaking is no drawback to phil- esophy—but-I must carry on. not difficult to get even with the “club” If one is willing to spend a couple of hours taking the little fish off the hook. ‘While this fishing is great sport for the aged millionaires of Pasadena, it is not to be disparaged by any one fondness for freshly trout. Attendants at the ranch dres: the fish almost as quickly as they are lifted from the stream and there are rustic open-air grills where they can be cooked on the spot. is furnished from the wood to the] EXT ot this mad excitement the trout fishing at Rainbow Ranch supplies the most thrills for the mil- lonaires of Pasadena. bow Ranch they fish where the fish- ing is always good. For at Rain- to catching a ten-inch rainbow trout in the mountain stream at this fish there’'s nothing like it in this part of the world. = Imagine a huge hatchery where thousands of rainbow and brook trout t up from infancy and al- is a tremendous volume lcy mountain through the pools and stream, fish have unusually firm flesh and, when properly cooked, wonderful One can—and does—eat half a dogzen of them for luncheon and then return to the stream for a dosen or two more to take back to the hotel for dinner. - It is actually possible for the gay old dogs from Pasadena to catch a basketful of trout without leaving their motors. All make Izank Walton gangrenous with envy—if Conan Doyle could get a message to him. lowed to swim into a short artificial from which they may be lifted as easily ‘as dropping the fly Talk about sport into the water. It makes & visit to & fish market a resl adventure. But to the aged millionaires _of Pasadena who love fishing this fish hatchery is what a private game pre- serve is to a hunter. It is only neces- sary to motor out Foothills Boulevard of which would By the way, to Rainbow Ranch and bring back a: one cares to For the fish are there and it one drops the fly or bait below the surface of the, stream it is impos- sible not to: catch one.. The little trout literally fight for the privilege of being hooked. And to show you ‘how sporty the sport really is—one g many trout 3 § PUT do not suppose that bed-mak- ing contests and fishing at a hatchery are the only sports indulged in by Pasadena’s winter colony. winter playground abounds with golf courses, and chasing the elusive little themselves in which to spend their declining years. The mansions re- main, but the glory has departed from the great whaling industry. Yet within & few years there has been a temporary revival fn whaling. Twenty years ago the- total world production of whale oil was about three million gallon: But there are indications of a decline and a sec- ond disappearance of both whales and whalers from the s The old whalers pursued the right whale, & large and mild-tempered creature which was easily subdued by the hand-harpoon. Tt was when the right whale was practically extimct that whaling almost ceased. Then the harpoon-gun and the steam whaler made it possibleg for the whalers to purpue the rorquals, or finback whales. A mature male is the largest known animal. A male of the rorquals is eighty to elghty-five feet long, and his speed and flerceness correspond to his size. The old whalers did not dare to at- tack him, for he would fight back, and there was little chance for men in twenty-foot wooden boats battling with an eighty-foot sea-monster with a mouth openidg for almost a quarter of the length of his body. The har- poon-gun, which drives a five-foot harpoon, weighing a hundred pounds, into the body of the whale, has made it safe to pursue the rorquals. And when the harpoon is capped with a bomb to which is attached a time- fuse, 80 that it will explode inside the body of the animal, the fight with his pursuers is so unequal that the ror- qual is likely soon to share the fate of the right whale. Indeed, it has already begun to disappear from the seas. The Newfoundland fisheries, which were so prosperious that the capital invested in them amounted to nearly four millions in 1904, are rapldly de- clining. In the season of 1903-1904, thirteen hundred whales were caught by the Newfoundlanders. The next year only nine hundred were taken, and in no year since have more than five hundred whales been taken to port. The modern whalers are not con- tent with using only the blubber and the whalebone. They use almost ery part of the animal. -The flesh d bones are ground for fertilize and experiments are making with th ) W not unlike pork, as a 1 for dogs or fowls. Height of Atmosphere. IN a recent address to a scientific body in this city an eminent author- ity in such matters gave reasons for thinking that the earth’s atmosphere - | extends to & height varying with fhe distance from the equator. At the equater, he estimates, the height s 26,000 miles. which dirninishes to ‘only 17,000 at the poles. But, of course, be- M-ghm«dflnfi:m mummm‘w‘a.