The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-08-24
THE VACATIONERS
 AND THEIR TALES OF WOE
What Well Known Physician Says About This Being the Bus est Season of the YearVacations Certainly Have Their Uses-The Couple Who Were Roughing it''-The
 Camp in the Mountans-Some Advice
By DOLLY DALRYMPLE

she went on to say. land they go camp ing every year. They have asked me so often to visit them-just drop in whenever I feel like 1 want a breath of the coun- try-anf I'd find them ideally situated by the side of a beautiful lake at the foot of a dear old Alabama hill, that if 1t was up in North Carolina would be called d real live mountain. They lived in tents, the girl explained, and it was an ideal way of "roughlng it." and she was sure I'd enjoy a little vacation with them. They had the loveliest fish right out or the lake, delicious vegetables that they bought from country wagons oh their way to the city; of yellow legged chickens that were so fat they couldn't walk, and the new laid eggs and general country produce they talked about, actually made your mouth water for it. This summer they were. so insistent that few weeks ago l decided to make the trip"
 l listened to the story with great in- terest and the girl went on:
 You go to the nearest station to the camp os these people on the train, and there you must take a country wagon and drive through interminable woods to get to their place. After numberless exper- fences we finally located the camp, q forgot to tell you that they invited one of my perfectly good suitors to go along). We arrived just about supper time. Climbed over hill and dale and at last found our friends huddled up over a wretched little old fire and a miserable little old caEdie sitting on the table in the tent, the only light except the moon and the stars that were visible for miles around. l began to feel spooky, and scared within an inch of my life. The mosquitoes were buzzing about like the New Jersey variety and the bats and the varnints of all descriptions were as thick as hops aboue the place
 Sounds like Western mining story ?' I suggested.
 Worse than that, by far said the girl. caces that l Lad expected and which my ravenous appetite demanded, we were treated to canned pork and beans, fried ham and bakers bread week old, and there wasn't q fish, nor chicken, nor an egg in sight Of course, there was nothing to dc but mako joke of the whole thing, but l MUST say that I was tllsappointeo.'
 'rhe next morning." she went on, my suitof suggested that our friends pack up and return home with us He declared that they'd die there; that the mosqui- toes would give them Malaria and maybe Typhoid Fever; and that if the water they were drinking didn't give them the Pip CT something equally as awful. then ne HdSn a BOOu gueSSer. lie d1ScourSed Voluminously upon the canned stuff they were eating and declared that he was afraid he'd lose them both if they stayed a week longei."
 They demLrred.
 Then the husband said frankly that the only reason they ever came to the place was because it was different"
 It certainly was that and then some more.
 We like roughing it." the wife declared with a feeble attempt at a smile.
 But it ISN'T roughing 1t in the big savage way" I chimed in. You are simply shipwrecking your own comfort in this God forsaken spot with the de- fusion that you are camping out. You are really not camping out at all You've simply come down here to enjoy all the disc3mforts of home, without any of the comforts. You'd better come along be- fore you both die"
 "IIl tell you the whole trouble" the girl explained later on. Its this: Those people never did expect that any of their friends would accept their invitation Es we did. and they just went on telling of their beautiful camp and the wonderful life up there, and all that sort of thing. and making believe that they had had grand summer"
 q believe your story" I told her, flor saw the couple in question few days ago and they look the part