Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1909-11-26

MIRTH AND MUSIC
Annual Game Supper of the Vine
land Country Club a
Big Success
From the vineland Journal.

land Country Club a
Big Success
From the Vineland Journal.
"Yip-i-Addy, L Ay," was the spirit
that prevailed at the Country Club
Game Supper last Thursday. 1t was a
"Yip-iAddyn time and no mistake. 1t
would be hard to imagine a company
half as jolly unless you had been at a
Country Club supper before. Most of
the gentlemen were in evening dress
aud the beautiful costumes worm by the
ladies helped make the scene animated.
The long tables, which filled the room,
were decorated with flowers and foil
age plants, as well as with venison and
other good things to eat. But the social
good feeling was the best of all. This
feeling decorated the faces with smiles
and brought out the laugh hat rings
for mirth. Russell Browne at the
piano, Prof. Nash with the violin, Mr..
Ruhl with cornet, and Mr. Ozias with
clarinet, made music that stirred tbe
soul and also the digestion, judging by
the way the company sang and ate and
ate and sang. Songs all the way from
The Harvest Moon, to Yip-i-Addy | Ay
and Hi-ie-hi-lo, were sung between the
courses, and such singing In the
company were many of the towns best
singers, and the music produced was
fine. When the whole company sang
II don't care what becomes of me-"
they threatened to make a flying
machine out of the roof.
To did digestion, J. B. Stevens read
a letter purporting to come from
George, a Maine guide, setting forth the
intimation that the deer being eaten for
supper was a pet, and Mas killed with
a Ratchet by DIR. Hatch. The letter
was dated from the Hatch Hatchery.
Maine, where the story was Matched to
have some fun with DIR. Hatch.
The doctor presented Mr.. Stevens
with a bouquet, presumably for the
distinction of being the best looking, to
say the least, of all the prevarieators
present.
After John A. Ackley had eaten I'M
til that do-with. me-as-you-please feel
ing came over him, he arose and said
something like this. "While the last
song was sung it brought to my mind
the fact that it was just one year ago
that we gave Prof. Macgeorge such a
grand reception here in honor of his
marriage, and think the time is be-
fitting to extend to him our SYM
pathy." Somebody smiled and then
somebody giggled, and then half a
dozen laughed, and then the ha, ha,
burst forth like water from a fountain.
Ackley tried to explain that he meant
to extend sympathy on account of Prof.
Macgeorge's accident, 4 but it was no
use. After the good laugh at Mr.. Aek-
ley's expense, President p. p. Baker
put the vote, and all gave a hearty re-
spouse. Mr.. Baker said the CLUB was
exceedingly sorry for Prof. Macgeorge's
affection, and also extended sympathy
10 Mrs. Macgeorge who, he said, was a
valuable acquisition to our community.
The company cheered the pretty COM
pliment.
Some Wag started the words, "PIor
john" and SO "Poor John" went
around the room and all were having
a jolly time singing"Poor John" when
crash went a big tin platter full of ice
cream and dishes on the floor. The
crockery went into a thousand pieces
and made a clatter like a house falling
down. Immediately some one began
singing "Poor john" for it was John
Blackstone who was the caterer, and
he was responsible for what his Mill
vile waiter did. Poor John.
The banquet was one of the best ever
held by the club. The committee, COM
posed of Harry Walls, J.. b. Stevens,
f. A. Bugbee, G. e. Nash and Henry
Taylor, had all arrangements complete.
DR.. Hatch'sdeer was higly appreciated,
and President Bakers speech of well
come was one of his best efforts. Dane
ing wound up n of the most delight
full of evenings.
Dad H. n