The Whitefish pilot. [volume] (Whitefish, Mont.) 1904-current, 1911-10-12

YEARS OLD AND
GRAY, BUT PLAYS TENNIS
LIKE A BOY.


Rev. CASTOR. as everyone I'm xhis
city knows, Is one of the most en-
thusiastic tennis players we have.
1t was through his efforts the team
was organized and he is the man
who built the tennis court. He
makes frequent visits to Kalispell,.
and seldom fails to take his tennis
racquet along and many is the young
fellow who thought he had an
easy mark" in 1.-The old man. ON
the courts, found that 1.-The old
man" was no SLOUGH in spite of his
gray locks. The Kalispell Inter
Lake has the following to say un-
der the caption "A Clerical Sport"
REV. Joseph Castor breaches
rafting good sermons to a Presby-
terrain church at Whitefish on Sun
days. and is some sport six days in
the week, the word sport in this
connection being used in an entirely
commendatory way. and not to be-
taken as intimating even remotely
that the reverent gentlemen from.
Whitefish is what is known as
sporty" Merely that he is fond
Of legitimate sport of the Athletic.
variety. and that he engages in. it
with a vim and dash that would do
credit to a husky fellow who could.
not show half as many years as
the Rev. Joseph unblushingly con-
fesses to.
when there is nothing that the
ordinary person would regard as
sport. this clerical gentleman goes
out and digs stump from the Manse
grounds, stumps still being visible
in considerable numbers in portions
of Whitefish. He thus accumulates
exercise and health, and improves
the appearance of the landscape. If
a stump doesn't happen to appeal to
him, he cuts lot of wood, and
when his own supply is exhausted
he gets permission to practice on
the wood pile of a less industrious
or one who at least is
not enamored of swinging an ak, or
using bucksaw. Finest exercise
you ever tried, chopping wood he.
says. Pumps out your lungs, fills
you with ozone, makes your blood
circulate, exercises every muscle in
your body, takes the cobwebs out
of our brain Good economy, too
Saves doctors bills. No use for a
doctor if you will chop wood No
steam saws for Rev. Joseph Castor,
nor gasoline ones either.
But while he engages in every
thing going from ten mile hike to
pulling Whitefish stump up by the
roots. he specializes on tennis, and
he is one of the Wnitefish team that
is to try conclusions with the Kali
ispell racquet men on Thursday.
Only objection to tennis is that you
don't have anything for the left
arm to do says this obstreperous
parson. 1t don't give the left arm
quite fair shake, and a chance to
join in the fun, but it may make up
for that in part by the way it stirs up
the rest of YOU
1T you happen by the tennis court
and, see spry young fellow with
hair that is prematurely turning
gray, swatting the ball around, a
dinky little cap pulled we'll down on
his head, that is Rev. Joseph CASTOR,
of Whitefish. You will think he
may be thirty, or perhaps even more
than that. the gray hair raising Il
little doubt. 1t you happen to ask
him about it he will quietly remark
that he will be 63 next March.
=" 'Nonsence to leave such a fine
game as tennis for boys under fifty
he says. They don't particularly
need it, if they will take some 9TH
er kind of exercise they enjoy. Tho
other fellow, who is beginning to
get little logy on his feet, and
finds his muscles stiffening, is the
chap who should get into the game
l played my first tennis after l was
55. and thereby missed something
l might have had before that. l
suppose after pass 80 I may have
to give it up. though I'm not sure
about IT,
while one naturally hopes to
see the home team at tennis, or
anything else. come out ahead there
would be no grief II Brother Cas-
ton should carry off the pennant, Or
medals. or diploma, or whatever it
is that goes with q tennis contest.