Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1912-12-04
WHERE WILSON IS
TAKING HIS REST
III is an Ideal Place For
Holidays

one day last week, with one excep-
ton. This was a 9-year-old boy, as
black as the ace of spades, wearing a
white linen suit and with manners like
Chesterfield, bearing the name of
Edward Charles Chester Richardson.
He called to pay his respects, and
unhesitatingly passed the barrier of
the basket hanging at the gate.
Governor Wilson was so taken with
him that he sent for piece of pie for
Edward Charles-the first pie distrib-
uted under the Wilso3i administration.
Edward Charles shut his eyes folded
his hands as if in silent prayer-an,l
ate all the pie. The entire Wilson
party made pet of him.
This is the greatest playground in
the world said Governor Wilson a
day or two ago standing on the We
randa of his cottage Glencove, and
/ looking refectively over at the daz-
zling coral cottages half hidden among
the trees, with an occasional glimpse
through the green of winding coral
road of equally dazzling Wilderness.
The moment you get here there
isn't care on your mind; you can't
do anything but play, try as you
will
But he has been doing a good deal of
work for all that. He brought along
with him his chief stenographer, Chas.
l. Sven, and while Sven had a pretty
easy time of it at the start, he has
found his pace good deal accelerated
since. The governor, who came here
to play, has remained at work. He
spent most of the week catching up
with his correspondence, which was
about three weeks in arrears, and is
now tackling matters of more public
Importance.
He manages to get in good deal of
play" however. Although he is now
a veteran winter resident, having been
here four times, he has found good
deal of the islands that he was not az
quainted with and has taken the keen
est delight in exploring this Ito him)
incognita.
The governors playground" Glen
cove, is located on a little point of
lind i,,+4fna ;ntn tha harh,,r moro I il,
with the mainland, so that he has Il
little bay of his own in front of his
house. 1t is called Salt Kettle creek
though it is not a creek, but baby
bay. Here the governor and his family
GO in bathing. The tiny peninsula is
just visible among the trees from the
coral road high above it, and is
reached by winding white road down
the hill. To-Day the governor stood on
his yerandah with some of the news
paper correspondents, watching boat
men gathering seaweed on the other
side of Salt Kettle creek.
What are they picking that stuff
up for? asked one unlearned jour
nalist.
They make fertilizer of it," an
swered the Governor. But | wish, f" he
continued, that they wouldn't show
such discrimination. They pick it up
with great care on the other side of
the creek, but they leave this sire Sc
verely alone, and on this side the sea-
weed perversely collects itself just
where we go in bathing"
What shape would you call Salt
Kettle creek?" asked another CORES
pondent in search of knowledge. "A
rounded w"
"A rounded V" exclaimed the gov
ernor, is a u"
! When the governor stands on his
verandah and looks landward the most
conspicuous objects that strike his eye
are pickaninnies and goats There are
several colored families across the Salt
Kettle creek, and all of them are
Rooseveltians, so far as race-suicide
is concerned. These pickaninnies are
not partial to clothes, evidently re-
garding the mas a necessary evil, and
a 4-year-old bit of chocolate humanity
clad in a one-piece suit about the size
of a healthy handkerchief adds local
color to the Salt Kettle neighborhood,
especially when multiplied by 10 or
90
The governor is as happy and care.
free as a boy now that he has got
down to his playground" The other
day when Sir George Bullock was ex-
pected, two or three correspondents
dropped in to see the president-elect.
He was in the sitting room working,
with corrugated brow, over a sheet OF
paper He turned around and said
with dignity: Gentlemen, you have
interrupted me in the preparation OF
an important state paper"
The correspondents, in much confus-
ion, apologized and started to with
draw. The governor grinned. Don
60" he said cts important, but it's
a domestic formula | am drawing up
for Mrs. Wilson"