The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-08-05
YOUNG NABoBs PULL HAIR.
A Rough and Tumble Fight Between
Two Young Millionaires.
From the Neto York World.

Two IOuuR hlllOuhlTSSs
From the Neto York World.
NEWPORT, r. l., Aug. Blown at the
end of Bellevue avenue is long strip Of
sand known as Bailey's beach. Up beyond
where the curling waves come the sand is OF
the whitest, bleached by the suns OF years.
Here the gilded children of the villa owners
flock In the mornings TO disport themselves
like other little folk. No dirt is there to
soil their sDotess cambria and linen.
The sons Of Newport nabobs are human,
just like the sons OF people who are not ma.
hobs and count their dollars as they would
the sand on the seashore. They like to dig
wells in the cleaning sands and love TO
build forts of the shifting grains. Their
forts are all big. No puny things for them.
Higher and higher they pile the grains.
until they have to crane their necks TO see
over them and tip-toe to touch the top.
Now It chances that G. B de Forests pala-
tiel villa Is within sight OF Bailey's beach.
Little de Forest is rich and just as naboby
as any ourly-hairei child Of fortune In all
the stretch OF million owners In sight OF
the respectful waves. Bailey's beach Is
right at his own door. as 1t were. The sand
was whitest there, because 1t was for him.
or course he was generous and would per-
init the other little nabobs to come some
times and see him rule the waves and the
shore upon which they gently beat. The
big rollers that come combing in from away
out ever the blue drop 20 demure wavelets
as they approach the cleaning reservation
OF the lords Of wealth and social eminence.
YOUNG WILLIE VANDERBILT.
Further away is the gorgeous villa Of W.
K. Vanderbilt. Little Willie Vanderbilt
likes the sand az well as little De Forest
and Albert Bailey. Beach sand is his espe-
cial favorite With shovel aud broad
hx;,,. h~k he hia
other day to build a fort at the beach.
Bigger and bigger grew the pile. Willie
stood off and looked with delight at the
great fortress he was erecting TO monaco
the waves. Taller yet 1t grew and still
wider and stronger. Shovelful after shovel
full was heaped on the mass and still the
Vanderbilt scion was not satisfied.
Already it had grown to larger proper
tions than any similar structure on the
beach, but safety seemed to be impossible
to the ambitious l0-yeer-old.
From the front porch of the De Forest
villa young De Forest saw the gigantic pile
going up. HIS sand was being used. Quick
as a flash he decided no sand of his should
go into the grasp Of even a Vanderbilt to
add TO another's glory. He dashed of and
nurse had to follow. As the old commodore
might have worked, 80 labored little Willie,
now tossing his shovelfuls of sand toward
the top he couldn't reach.
THAT SMALL DE FOREST BOY.
Little De Forest was down upon him.
Anger was too great for words. De Forest
was choking with passion. His preserves
invaded without permission His sand,
and the whitest, too, in the hands of Van
derbilti
He kicked the pile. A few grains rolled
down, only to strengthen the base of the
pyramid. Bntyoung Vanderbilt was alive.
He stood by his fort.
"You do that againm
81 willr'
"Now you just do It'll"
~ will do It if want TO. It's my sand.
Why don't you 20 up BY your own house
NOW. you just do that again"
Eyes, because your old sands mud; that g
why" yY I'M
'"Tsin't your sand. You can't own any
sand"
De Forest, already flushed. turned scarlet.
That was too much. Who was Vanderbilt
grabbed at the pills aud made a great rent.
down which the glittering grains poured.
He was reaching out for another, and soon
would jump upon that shining pile Of Van
derbilt genius. But he didn't. Willie Van
derbilt jumped upon him.
AND THEY REALLY FOUGHT.
Never did two gentle youths so fight.
They butted and they yelled; they punched
aud they screamed; they scratched and they
howled. Vanderbilt was fighting for prin.
oiple; De Forest was fighting for what he
considered his own. The spirit of the DOM
| modore and of William H. was in the little
| Willie K. He made the sand fly in his battle
for supremacy. The blood of the De Forests
was in the scion Of that house. He scattered
| the Vanderbilt sand to the winds.
The nurses shrieked. The other children
on the beach were quiescent.
| Biff bang WOW ouch and boo-hoo!
| On and on they kicked and scratched and
tumbled before the nurses could separate
| them.
1t will cost the Vanderbilts and the De
Forests some money. The two champions
need court plaster and new clothes
| No arrests were made.