Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1918-08-30

, chose for a home in the new world
way back in 174s, coming from Rot
terdam. ,Ihe property on which the
~" campet changed hands only
once in 169 years and when Col. Ell
der. of Paxtang and Revolutionary
fame had it there were notable do
ings.
Many of the visitors yesterday
VOTED not of the history that reek-
ed in this Arcadia which is shaded
by the Third Mountain and Tapped
by the broad basin of the Susque-
hanna. The big party. indeed, was
not very well acquainted, but Y. NJ.
c. A. like. formalities were soon dis
missed. The parade of motors from
headquarters was handled with mill
tary precision, the big fast cars
whipping through some of the main
streets in double quick. Generous
members provided cars for those less
fortunate end the business of get
ting acquainted was popular.
a Dangerous Trip
Let's see, now, who are you?"
genially inquired the host in the big
brown car, a firm jawed, prompt per-
son who suggested j. Pierpont Nor
gan. of the MISUNDERSTANDING man
behind.
I'm Beck. of the Metropolitan
Life" was the response and in few
moments every one in the car knew
that the Metro had $4,000. 100000 in
policies and a lot more things. At
Rockville everybody knew the other
except the hest himself who turned
out to be the Rev. DR.. Maines, retired
Methodist clergyman, and the driver
who guided the racer skillfully with
starboard hand while his left was
busy with a kazoo playing jigger.
Raped up in singing Home Fires he
occasionally skipped a base or two,
but all felt comfortable because the
Metropolitan Life man was there.
Reaching Inglenook, with its open
fields all fixed for outdoor spirits. its
ancient trees and general air of hos
pitality, the tired city 'fellers'
stretched their legs and looked fool
ish for "A moment. but in jig-time a
volleyball game started with five
policemen. led by Pat Hoffman. as
follows: Policemen John Hess, Will
liam Ronis, Steward Folz, Charley
Anderson and George Phillips. This
merry bunch of pavement Founders
patronize the Y. NJ c. A. gymnasium
thus keeping in tip-top shape, and
they showed it by conquering the
foe. BY this time even Pop" Es-
frisky. was seized with the infection
and Ed" Herman leaped into the
| fray with both feet, telling every
one what to do. IN twenty minutes
/ j. William Bowman had reduced
from heavyweight to a welter. He
was wet as the last seal Noah pulled
into the ark. but felt like he could
lick his weight in wildcats. So much
pep eXuded that Athletic Director
Miller set himself to dope out 7
regular schedule of stunts which
were too strenuous for an empty
rathskeller. so the bugle sounded for
eats. Maggie Phillips, ample and
confident, stood guard with a re-
! serve corps, but was swept aside by
! the "Y" divers who needed no help
! to be served. Beef and pork sand
wiches, picked eggs in beets. potato
| salad celery and a general cargo OF
other things made up buffet lunch
con that would have caused a Ger
man Imperial Guard do the hari-
| kari. There were no records, but
! Abraham Lincoln Holler took good
| care of his patrons as we'll as Of
! himself Jack" O'Neill, the chief
! speed generator and the one giver
| most credit for the days success
| finally yelled in muff1ed tones tha'
| there were more eats, but there i:
| an end to even a husky "Y' man:
! capacity and in somewhat lethargit
| fashion the community rolled bacI
to the athletic field where feats were
! performed that must long linger ir
! the annals of athletics. With hi:
! megaphone. Director Miller quickly
| enrolled the entire populace in com.
munity games. This is the rea
| stuff No champions in the lime.
| light; all hands wallowing in hon.
! est perspiration and more fun thar
| you can shake a stick at. That Eng.
! lishman had the Yankees quite
I right. sir"
A Desperate Bout
| AS an appetizer, Miller staged
| Captain George Lumb, OF the State