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Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource The State of New Hampshire Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available The State of New Hampshire Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1930s-1950s Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource NHSL Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource State of New Hampshire Troubadour PDF files of the Troubadour OCR OCR of the Troubadour The Christmas Number of the New Hampshire Troubadour Christmas Greetings from Governor Winant To ALL my fellow members of that cheerful company, the read- ers of The New Hampshire Troubadour, Christmas Greetings! At this season, every day sees carloads of Christmas greens shipped from New Hamp- shire hills to our great cities, there to typify the holiday spirit. And so The Troubadour carries each month to dwellers in those cities, and to many of our home folks as well, a genial, helpful, wise, and witty message of appreciation for the New Hampshire of to- day and of inspiration for the New Hampshire of tomorrow. Christmas Greetings from Governor VVinant John G. Winant The New Hampshire Troubadour comes to you every month, singing the praises of New Hampshire, a state whose beauty and opportunities may tempt you to come and share those good things that make life here so delightful. It is sent to you by the New Hampshire State Development Commission, Donald D. Tuttle, Executive Secretary, Concord, N. H. VOL. 1 Edited by Thomas Dreier DECEMBER, 1931 Christmas All the Year NO. 9 THE days before Christmas are the happiest of the year for most youngsters. This is because of their attitude of expectancy. They are half-pleased and half-tormented by a delicious uncertainty. Some- thing is coming that will make them happy. That much they know. But what? There is the mystery. It is this Christmas attitude of the child that even we grown-ups should try to keep all through the year. We know that when we plunge into the days in expectation of great things we feel a rare happiness. There is an aura around us that com- municates itself even to our surroundings and to those with whom we come in contact. The happiness we think is hidden inside us shows itself. There is a new note in our voice, an eager look in our eyes. The New Hampshire Troubadour To those that expect shall be given. They are rewarded for their belief in the divinity of desire. They know that the supply of good is unlimited and that all they need to do is to get in tune. It is the receptive person to whom the world gives its choicest treasures. The conqueror may have his great moments, but his pleasure is coarse compared with that of the person who is given things because they belong to him by rights which no conqueror understands. The receptive person is not merely acquiescent. lie is not negative or indifferent. His eager ex- pectancy, liner than a demand, makes a magnet that draws to him what he needs for his work. For that is all he asks. Mere accumulations of things, even beautiful and precious things, make no appeal to him. All he takes is what will help him express himself more completely in service. The eagerly receptive person never loses the spirit that makes Christmas what it is. Santa Claus comes every day to him. or nearly every day. The unexpectedness of his coming and going is what makes life such a happy adventure. Expect Good Fortune and the guest for whom you prepare will come and live with you. The White Mountain National Forest covers an ana of 522,000 acres. The New Hampshire Troubadour Photo hy George F. Slade Midwinter magic. Here fairies have been at work. Or were they merely playing with diamonds which they left clinging to trees and shrubs when they dropped off to sleep, to lilt music of the eager young brook which is hurrying along carrying messages from the hills to the sea? Pleasures in Contact With Earth THESE is something about life in the country that satisfies the natural man. Love of the soil is part of our inheritance. Although we live in an in- dustrial civilization, we really are children of a civilization that was purely agricultural. The New Hampshire Troubadour Bertrand Russell says he saw a boy two years old who had been brought up in London taken out for the first time to walk in green country. The season was winter and everything was wet and muddy. To the adult eye there was nothing to cause delight, but in the boy there sprang up a strange ecstasy. He knelt on the wet ground, put his face in the grass, and gave utterance to half-inarticulate cries of delight. Mr. Russell goes on to say that many pleasures, of which we may take gambling as a good example, have in them no element of this contact with earth. Such pleasures, in the instant when they cease, leave a man feeling dusty and dissatisfied, hungry for he knows not what. "The special kind of boredom," says Air. Russell, "from which modern urban populations suffer, is intimately bound up with their separation from the life of earth. It makes life hot and dusty and thirsty, like a pilgrimage in the desert. Among those who are rich enough to choose their way of life, the particular brand of unendurable boredom from which they suffer is due, paradoxical as this may seem, to their fear of boredom. In flying from the fructifying kind of boredom they fall a prey to the other, far- worse kind. A happy life must be, to a great extent, a quiet life, for it is only in an atmosphere of quiet that true joy can live." The New Hampshire Troubadour It's because an ever-increasing number of men and women are discovering this truth for themselves that they are seeking homes in the country. To many of them gardening yields infinitely greater joy than golf ever did or ever could. The amusements of the city night clubs seem cheap and tawdry in comparison with an evening in the country when the neighbors drop in for a friendly visit. r. Here are the dogs and men as they looked when they were training at Wonalancet N. H., for the South Pole Expedition. There are other dogs now at Wonalancet, dogs that you will want for your very envn if you go there to be tempted. Photo by Warren Boyer J5 The Matterhorn of the White Mountains is Mount Chocorua. What an appetite comes to the city man or woman who follows the winter trails up the heights! A week's vaeation in winter in the White Mountains will send you back to the city with new strength for the rest ot the winter's work. What Is High Standard Living? WE are told that we must not lower our stand- ard of living. Just what does that mean? Some tell us that we go down the scale when our smaller income compels us to give up our extra car and try to be content with one. Others weep Page 8 The New Hampshire Troubadour Photo by George Slade TM because lower income means fewer night clubs or no betting at all on the golf course. What makes a man feel rich? Do material pos- sessions alone give him that feeling? Then all millionaires ought to be bubbling over with happi- ness. Yet in the old story it was the shirtless man who was the only truly happy man in the kingdom. Apparently happiness is connected in some way or other with what we think and feel. Our intellect and our emotions are of more importance than some of us realize. How have I lowered my living standard when I substitute running the lawn mower or cutting brush for golf? Does the rider in the automobile see more and enjoy more than the person who walks? That is admittedly a debatable question. A hundred dollars invested in books or a course of study may enrich one far more than a million invested in a yacht. Our money income is important, of course, but too often its importance is exaggerated. A woman committed suicide because her husband's income dropped down to where it permitted the use of a Ford but denied the continuance of the sixteen- cylinder Cadillac. That woman's appreciation of true values was warped. India's great leader is demonstrating that material wealth and world influence do not necessarily go together. A rich life The New Hampshire Troubadour Page 9 Photo by Walter R. Merrimar In the twinkling of an eye, a bobsled can turn solemn oldsters into joyous, shouting youngsters. Now, think of the joys of a sleigh ride on a sunny afternoon or on a moonlight night. Can't you hear the snow crunching under the runners? Here is one happy group at Pecketts' on Sugar Hill. may have nothing whatever to do with rich foods, rich clothes, or material luxury. Rich living is the result of entertaining rich thoughts and emotions. From Mount Washington to California A woman from California, according to James Langley, searched about last summer on the top of Mount Washington for a rock to be taken across the The New Hampshire Troubadour continent for her rock garden. "The particular merit of the stone on the mountain sides," says Mr. Langley, "is its discoloration by time and by the accumulation of moss or other animal or vegetable growths until its surface of beautiful dull grey has become spotted with an entrancing mixture of rich shades of green." Mr. Langley, who is editor of The Concord Monitor, tells us that Mount Washing- ton's alpine flowers are also in much demand by- rock gardeners. Thank God for Quiet Things WHEN the holiday season of the year comes with its uncounted liberated desires which find expression in generosity and neighborliness, we ought to pause and think about those things that during the past year have contributed most to our happiness and contentment of spirit. Most of us discover that we find our greatest joy in simple things. It may have been no more than the fleeting smile of some well-beloved, the gurgling laughter of a baby, the sight of the stars at night, moonlight seen through pine trees, a garden of old-fashioned flowers, the clasp of a friend's hand, a letter that came to us when we were in trouble, or a kindly- emotion aroused by the thought of some one to whom we wished to do good. The New Hampshire Troubadour Perhaps it would be well for each of us during this holiday season, when we may be tempted to think that only gifts suggestive of lavish spending count, to read these verses by Winifred Savage Wilson: Thank God for quiet things! The little brook below the hill Where browsing cattle drink their fill, The (lancing shadows on the ground That pirouette without a sound, This old, gray stile whereon I rest That countless simple feet have pressed, The fields that stretch away, away To meet the sky-line, soft and gray. Thank 1 aid for quiet things! The placid moon that conies at night To clothe my little world in while, As there I walk the old brick way Where flowers their modest faces lay. Then I rejoice to think of Him Who walked the lanes of Galilee, And, in the seamless garment dressed, Brought solace (or the world's unrest. Be mine the peace his promise brings. Oh! 1 thank God for quiet things! tt-fa) Those of us who lead double lives, spending half our time in the city and half in the country, are like the child who, as Charles S. Brooks describes him, /''ire /-' Tin- New Hampshire Troubadour "stands on the rim of magic, one foot in fairyland; and, like a tree that stands above a sunlit pool, he questions which sky is his reality." There are actually two hotels on the top of Mt. Wash- ington, the Summit House and the Tip-Top House. Here is the place to go to watch the sun rise and also to watch f it set. The Sunday morning winter excursion trains of lli? Hoston &' Maine Railroad tarry hundreds of skiiers and snow slitters from Boston and way stations to the hills an.I woods of New Ha mo- shire. More than a thou- sand men. women, and children enjoy these ex- cursions Sunday after Sunday. Photo by Warren Boyef Our Front Cover When you climb up from Pinkham Notch through Tuckerman's Ravine, where yon look down upon Hermit Lake or over the tops of the trees to Boott Spur, you'll feel like kneeling down and giving thanks for snow-covered moun- tains. At your right is the famous Head Wall of Tuckerman's, up which so many eager men and women climb laboriously to reach the top of the king of them all, Mount Washington. Photo bv Harold I. Orne. Archaeological research tells us that The Weirs was the Great Meeting Place of the early Amer- ican Indians, and the largest settlement in New England. Now it is a popular summer resort. The old-time redskins have given way to the brown-skinned bathing beauties. For the purpose of raising money to make themselves more attractive, Salmon Falls and South Berwick, separated only by the Salmon Falls River, held a community auction last summer. Articles auctioned were donated. Each donor was paid a small percentage of the selling price of the article. The money is to be used in beautifying the roadsides at the entrance to the towns. Every year more of our towns are interesting themselves in the work of beautification. Stewart Bosson has a birch bark canoe made by the Indians. Its true history has not been entirely learned, but it is known that among its users have been the poet, John Greenleaf Whittier, and that distinguished educator, Dr. Charles William Eliot. Imagine the joy of its present owner in this canoe that links the old with the new. Next season there probably will be few places in New Hampshire more beautiful than the Neidner estate, near Hillsboro. You will understand why it is called Rosewald Farm when you see the thousands of rose bushes. Beauti- ful stone walls have been built and outside of them roses have been planted. Eventually this will be one of the finest show places in western New Hampshire. John Pearson just came in to talk enthusiastically of the museum that Ira H. Morse has built at Warren, here is a rare collection of mounted animals and trophies collected in the African jungle The New Hampshire Troubadour during 1626 and 1027. There are also curios from India, China and Japan. This is another splendid gift to the state — a companion to the Libby Museum on the shore road between Wolfeboro and Melvin Village. Mr. Morse and Dr. Libby deserve the thanks of all of us. In the White Mountain district are 86 mountain peaks, 13 of which are over 3,000 feet above sea level and 11 of which are over 5,000 feet high. Here are 600 miles of moun- tain trails, more than 500 lakes, 53 camps for boys and 33 for girls, 62 golf courses, hundreds of miles of paved automobile roads, trout streams everywhere, and almost any kind of country pleasure you care to find. The big living room of the Summit House, on the top of Mt. Washington, is 102 by 37 feet, with beamed ceilings and a big open fireplace. There's room for 80 guests in the dining room, and rooms upstairs, with twin beds, accommodate 22 guests. Of course there are also electric lights and hot and cold water. The Gift He Liked WHAT a human note was struck by the poet who wrote this verse: "What a lovely lot of pretty things!" Mary turned to thank the kneeling Kings. And then to Him; "See what they have for you: Spices and myrrh and silks all gold and blue. And see this sparkling stone!" He hid His head Against a little woolly lamb instead. The New Hampshire Troubadour Christmas By FRANK H. SWEET Ho! ho! thrice ho! for the mistletoe, Ho! for the Christmas holly; And ho! for the merry boys and girls Who make the day so jolly. And ho! for the deep, new-fallen snow, For the lace-work on each tree, And ho! for the joyous Christmas bells That ring so merrily. Ho! ho! thrice ho! for the tire's warm glow. For the mirth and the cheer within; And ho! for the tender, thoughtful hearts, And the children's merry din. Ho! ho! for the strong and loving girls. For the manly, tender boys, And ho! thrice ho! for the coming home To share in the Christmas joys. RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD. N H. 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Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource The State of New Hampshire Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available The State of New Hampshire Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1930s-1950s Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource NHSL Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource State of New Hampshire Troubadour PDF files of the Troubadour OCR OCR of the Troubadour December 1948 The New Hampshire Troubadour COMES TO YOU EVERY MONTH SINGING THE PRAISES OF NEW HAMPSHIRE, A STATE WHOSE BEAUTY' AND OPPORTUNITIES SHOULD TEMPT YOU TO COME AND SHARE THOSE GOOD THINGS THAT MAKE. LITE HERE SO DELIGHTFUL. IT IS SENT TO YOU BY' THE STATE PLANNING AND DEVELOPMENT COMMISSION AT CONCORD, NEW HAMPSHIRE. FIFTY CENTS A YEAR ANDREW McC. HEATH, Editor December, 1948 SNOWFALL by Annie Balcomb Wheeler All day thick clouds - widespreading wings Have hovered low above the cove. The feel of snow is in the air, The scent of it. A torn limb swings And frets out in the maple grove Where silence like unspoken prayer Is felt. The shrill and chiding note Of the jay is still. Among the brown Bare twigs two chickadees recite Their little piece, thin and remote. Oh look! the Hakes are sifting down The storm is coming with the night. These love the snow: old cellar-holes, And houses watching, hollow-eyed, Down silent roads that lead afar. How like they are to proud old souls Who pray for kindly death to hide Their loneliness, each wound and scar. Footpaths and Pavements New Hampshire Troubadour VOLUME XVIII BEAUTY ON WHITE HILLS by Haydn S. Pearson Now is close the heart of winter. It is the time of low twelve on the land and Earth's pulse is slow and faint. Beneath ice and snow, brooks creep slowly down to the sea and the thin murmuring of the waters is muted music in the air. A brooding spirit rests on the Northland and the beauty on white hills touches a chord in him who is sensitive to the loveliness of the season. I here are days of brilliant sunshine when the slanting rays pick myriads of jewels from the snow-covered land. The sun rises late and circles low in a pale blue sky. Sometimes shaggy flocks of clouds graze slowly along the trails overhead, reminding one of September's clouds and sky. there are many shades of colors in the snow : purples, violets, blues, red and grays. Where snow has drifted into rhythmic ripples one thinks of small wavelets on northern lakes on an autumn day wavelets moving toward narrow banks of white sandy beaches and jutting granite aims. A sun-bright day in late December paints a picture of heart-lifting beauty. There are also moody gray days that have a distinctive, quiet appeal. The Storm King may lie massing his legions. The weather has inn its regular cycle of cumulus, cirrus and stratus clouds and now heavy gray nimbus shades are lowered over the countryside. There is an intense, hushed expectancy as Earth wails for the first Casual Hakes to come meandering downward to deepen its protect- ing blanket. Hour by hour, minute by minute, the gray shades thicken until the storm gates are noiselessly opened. NOTE: Mr. Pearson is the author of Country Flavor, The Countryman’s Cookbook, Sea Flavor, and More Country Flavor. EDITOR 4 The December 1948 A highway near Warner, shortly after ti snow storms which it will be traveled by many skiers this season to reach New Hampshire ski centers, including the new chair lift at Mt. Sunapee State Park. The photo illustrates the efficiency of the State Highway Department in maintaining excellent driving conditions all winter. When the Storm ends after a fall of heavy moist Makes there are scenes of breathtaking beauty. The spruces, pines, tamaracks and hemlocks wear ermine furs and their laden branches make a picture in the sunshine. Old. lichen-etched, weather-furrowed stonewalls are patterns of gray and white. Zigzag rail fences hold parallel lines of white and brown and the R.F.D. boxes In the side of the road wear jaunty white taps. Countrymen go about the task of once again clearing paths to barn, shed and corn crib. There are stories to be read in the snow after each new laser. Down along the meadow creek are footprints of muskrats and mink. Beneath the weeds in the garden are the trails of the Meld n lice. Beneath the wild apple trees one can see where the deer came in search of brown, pulps apples. In the heart of winter, assay from arteries of cement and macadam, New Hampshire Troubadour is a good time to see heritages of the past. Through woodlands of maple, oak, birch and beech stretch the stonewalls built by pioneers of long ago. Beside quiet country roads arc granite-walled cellar holes, now filled with tangled vines and shrubs, poignant memorials to days of yesteryear when men and women and children lived in these hills. In the Northland the predominating motif is beauty on white hills. Stand on the height of an upland pasture or on a mountain shoulder on a clear day. Peace and glory rest on the land. Gone are the fevered Frettings and harrying tensions of man-made society. The river valley below is a broad white counterpane. The line of willows and elms by the river makes a twisting, feather- stitched seam. Par in the distance the green-blue, white-laced trees on the mountain range rise to meet the skyline. Gray-black smoke banners spiral upward front farmhouse chimneys. At the head of the valley houses crouch along the main street beneath bare trees and a white church spire makes a gleaming miniature exclamation point against the blue of the sky. The church bell lolls another hour of infinity and the faint, sweet notes float by in quiet air. There is loveliness everywhere on white hills in winter. And when the sun has taken its course and drops behind tree-lined hills, there is a brief flaming moment of exquisite beamy. Night's curtain is pulled on noiseless pulleys. Shafts of light slant from farm windows. The moon sends its soft light over a white world. Phis is the time of beauty on white hills. The cider jug in our back hall Has such a lively cork We never know where it will fall When the cider starts to work. — From "The Cider Jug" by Sarah Rexford Noyes The December 1948 COUNTRY FUN from 1he Nashua Cavalier “There are so many jolly things to do in the country," writes Arthur W. Rotch, whose whole life has been spent at Milford, N. H., where he publishes The Cabinet. He continues: "We're always sorry for die city youngsters who grow up ignorant of them and without happy memories of hooking rides on pungs in winter, lapping die maple trees in March, hunting mayflowers for teacher's desk, making paddle-wheels to be turned by a swift brook, fishing hornpout, gathering chestnuts . . . and burning brush. William M. Rittase A student at Colby Junior College, New London, enjoys an outing on snowshoes. "No, we don’t mean a puny little bonfire in the back yard to burn the trimmings from the shade trees and dead stalks from the garden. A back yard bonfire I is fun, but we're talking about the huge piles of brush left in the woods from logging and cordwood operations. Thai's more fun, and real work. And the weather conditions have to be about right, fire Chief Casey said they were just right last week end. "Our brush piles are big. They have the still scraggly tops of oak trees, and a lol of soggy pine that went down in the hurricane. Put several inches of snow on that kind of brush pile and you can’t New Hampshire Troubadour Ashuelot Village in winter. start it with a match and one old newspaper. Not unless you're a better fireman than we are. "With a jug of kerosene and no little effort we got a good hot fire started under two piles. Then it's a race to keep the brush piled on the hot spot. If you think you can sit on a sunup and just watch the roaring dames, guess again. "A nice stiff breeze helps. But the breeze has the darnedest habit of shifting suddenly from north to south just as you get close to the fire on the north side with your arms full of fuel. Whether you drop it and run, or wade in, depends on how stubborn you are at the moment. "Well, we managed to burn up three big piles, fairly clean. Others we didn't burn. There wasn't enough kerosene. Some are too close to nice pines. And anyway, it would be mean to burn all the brush piles the little rabbits need 'em. That's where they run to escape the big birds and dogs and foxes. We watched a bunny 8 The December 1948 run from one brush pile to another and he went within ten feet of our dog who was so busy digging in the rabbit's burrow that he never saw the rabbit. "After a long afternoon burning brush you go home tired. Your arms and legs and back know you haven't been spending the time on a sofa. Your eyes know it too. You'll have bramble scratches on your hands and a welt or two where a stiff Whipping branch has swiped vou. There will he holes burned in your shirt bv living sparks, and you smell like a hook-and-ladderman just back from a three-alarmer. "What, you wonder, is the sense of working so hard just to make a piece of wild woodland look more like Central Park, and maybe reduce slightly the hazard of lire next summer? "What's the sense in picking (lowers, or making a wheel for the brook to turn, or going fishing, or balling a ball around? "The simple answer is that it's fun. We're sorry for the city tellers who always wear white collars and never stand on a country hillside by a blazing brush pile and through smoke reddened eyes watch the early dusk of a winter afternoon settle in a valley canopied by golden sunset clouds. “They just don't know the fun of burning brush." AMONG THE GREAT OF THE GRANITE STATE by J. Duane Squires, Ph.D. II. MOSES GERRISH FARMER (FEBRUARY 9, 1820-MAY 25, 1893) ONE of the fascinating phases of history is the story of invention. No aspect of that story is more interesting than the study of individuals who invented devices which were "ahead of the limes." In such instances both the inventors and the very face of their New Hampshire Troubadour 9 ingenuity have been largely forgotten by later generations. Such was the case with Moses Gerrish Farmer, a native or Boscawen, New Hampshire. This talented voting man entered Dartmouth at the age of nineteen, but was soon forced by illness to withdraw from college. After a few tears spent in teaching and in business, he threw himself with ability and energy into a study of that newly-discovered natural force called electricity. In July, 1847, in Dover, New Hampshire. Farmer displayed a miniature electric railway capable of carrying people for short rides. Four years later he saw installed in Boston his electric fire alarm system, the first such mechanism in the United States. In 1868 he lighted a home in Cambridge, Massachusetts, with electric lights of his own devising. Forty incandescent lamps with platinum wire filaments furnished the illumination, (This was eleven years before Thomas Edison, working independently and on slightly different principles, invented the electric light as we know it today.) But in much of his work Farmer was ahead of the time. Commercial development of his invention, plus a (heap and reliable method of generating electric potter were still in the future. In his later years, therefore. Moses Gerrish Farmer turned his attention to the budding science of torpedoes in undersea warfare, and served for nine years with the U. S. Navy as an expert consultant in such matters. In 1893 he went to Chicago to display at the Columbian Exposition a complete exhibit of his inventions. But fate intervened to dent him the recognition that Was rightly his: he died before the exhibit could be put together. Skating new the Inn at Hanover. Bouchard The December 1948 HANK'S WINTER LETTER by Parker McL. Merrow from Eastern Slope Regionnaire PRETTY soon them dear little snow Hakes will come oozing down, covering the landscape with a magic w bite carpit. When that happens, the ski slope pet pietors will strut overhauling the old reliable tow and likewise the Cash register. Carroll Reed he will get hisself a set uv arch supporters so's he can Stand in Wttn spot lor ten hours at a sireteh Hash- ing the old personality smile and peddling de- luxe laminated skis at S45 per copy and the hospital will stock in 12 gross of X-ray film and half a ton of plaster of Paris, getting ready for the fractures. The happy owners uv ski lodges will start buying second hand hammers to beat on the steam pipes to make the week-end guest think that steam is reall) coming up to the room. When awl them preparashuns has ben made, folks up this wa will be awl set lot the ski season. Uv course the) issumtimesa bit ul trubble getting good perfes- siottal cooks for the winter, on acct sum cooks prefer Miami for the season to the Eastern Slopes. 1 hear tell that the Eastern Slopes Assoshiashun has went to Berlin and retained the services of a good honest French-Canadian lumber camp boss to go to Boston and New York and pick up chefs and pastry cooks ill $50 per copy. Uv course stiniiiines they is delivered a bit worse for wear but they .tint nothing wrong with them that a week in the hospital wont fix. About a week before the season really gels rolling the Chamber uv (I ineice will dusl oil all the old eharat lets and give them $5 New Hampshire Troubadour 11 per da in hang around the stores and streets to furnish local color. A real old granger with a Santa Claus beard and a sleigh thai has the old eagil decorashuns on the hack done in gold leaf, can gel as high as ten bux per day, just riding around to give the snow bunnies suthing to stare at and take pitchers of. I he garage perpietors is busy stocking in No 40 oil so thai on cold mornings the skiers car will turn over just wunce and then quit. Then they get a job towing same tit 85 per head, which is a lovel) business pervided you can gel enull of it. When you go into wun of the grab-em-and-gruntjoints this winter and order a "sliced chicken sandwich all while meat" the meat urn will gel will be sliced, hut how ninth chicken they will be is suthing else again. I aint never ben able to ligger out w bat makes a skier ski. I had a ride in an ice boat wunce across Wolfeboro Bav with Doe Mel Hale what is a hoss doctor. We want doing much over Sit miles an bom and when Doe finally slipped out nv the wind and skidded up to the Town Wharf I got out with beads uv sweat froze tight to my forehead. I asl him clicf he ski. besides ice boating. Doe lie looked shocked and sas "NO INDEED thai skiing business is DANGEROUS." lake the lion I isb and Game Director uv the State uv New Hampshire, Ralph Carpenter 2nd. Yon couldn't get him onto skis ,11 Sad per hour. But he will take his personal plane and put it onto skis and go oul checking fellers fishing through the ice on an after- noon when the chickadees is wawking on acci it is too wind) and cold to IIv. Me. I .tin loo old to ski, lor when you gel in age. you like to set b the lire and watch the folks go by. Bui if I was five years yunger I think I should lei Carroll Reed defraud me and I would try the I Mtards. 12 An) ways, its going to be a grand winter, as usual. So come on up. Yon know me Hank The December 1948 A skier on Tuckerman Ravine Headwall (late winter). Bouchard Streak down the narrow bill, cut with quick heels Sudden hot corners thai each turn reveals (heck speed w idi Christies tail-wagging is fun One more ravine, and the ski-chase is done. Three men behind, and two catching up fast, The leader slid winging ahead to die last Brown muscles throbbing and eves burning bright, Reluctantly ending die heavenly flight, I his is die answer to man's high desire Skimming die mountains on nails of white fire And you down below, who would know more of God Ask men who have brushed against clouds, ski-shod. -From Health Magazine New Hampshire Troubadour FRONT COVER: Methodist Church at Stark. Color photo by Winston Pole. BACK COVER: Carter Dome from the Glen near Pinkham Notch. Fire lookout tower is coated with frost. Photo by Winston Pole. FRONTISPIECE: Scene at Hopkinton after an early season snowfall. Photo by Walter S. Colvin. Echoes from the Sandwich Fair: SANDWICH, Oct. 13 Honors for traveling the longest distance to attend Sandwich Fair this year went to Mr. and Mrs. Charles Powers, who drove from Sheridan, Wyoming, more than 2,400 miles. John McOuade of Cincinnati usually claims the long-distance laurels, but this year he had to concede the honors to the Powers family. SANDWICH, Oct. 21 Sandwich today had another claimant for honors of coming the longest distance to attend the Fair. A caul received by Harry Blanchard, president of the fair association, informed him that Mrs. Mattie MacKeen, formerly of Moultonboro, had come from Los Angeles, California the past two years especially to attend the festivities. The Northern Railroad constructed a line from Concord, N. H. to White River Junction, Vt., on which complete trips began in 1848. The centenary was observed recently. Dr. J. Duane Squires of Colby Junior College delivered a notable address about the railroad at a New Hampshire Luncheon of the Newcomen Society. The Concord Monitor commented editorially: “There is a tremendous amount of romance in the hundred years of the northern Railroad, which was roughly the third hundred years of the settlement of New Hampshire. There is no good current history of the state, and the anniversary suggests that one might well he written which would condense and preserve in retrospect the state's century of coming of age." "New Hampshire is wonderful, and the summer goes too fast," writes Winslow Eaves, who will return to his classes in sculpture and ceramics after a summer of work in the New Hampshire hills. In the small town of West Andover he was in close contact with Edwin and Mary Scheier and Karl Drerup, nationally known artists whom Eaves found "not in the least eccentric but hard-working, sincere human beings.” -From Bulletin of Minson-Williams-Proctor Institute, Utica, N.Y. The December 1948 The new Hampshire races of the New England Sled Dog Club scheduled to date for the coming season are as follous: Jan. 1, Tamworth Jan. 8-9, Fizwilliam: Jan. 15-16, Pittsfield Jan. 22-23. Jackson (pending) Jan. 29-30, Newport Feb. 12 13. Colebrook (pending). NEW HAMPSHIRE BOOKS AND AUTHORS Manchester on the Merrimack, by Grace Holbrook Blond of Manchester, New Hampshire, was published last month at S3. Illustrations byJohn O’Hara Cosgrave II decorate this new and delightfully told history of Manchester. We Human Chemicals, or The Knack of Getting Along with Everybody, The Updegraff Press, Ltd., Scarsdale, Y. Y., $2, is by Thomas Dreier, the first editor of the Troubadour. The author, the publisher Robert R. Updegraff, and Dr. Gustavus J. Esselen. who contributed technical knowledge and suggestions, are all summer residents of New Hampshire. RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD, N.H. Westmorland Town Hall Curtain A beautiful view of Westmoreland, painted on a stage curtain by Everett Longley Warner, was a Christmas gift to the town last year, Mr. Warner, a noted artist, whose ancestors were among the founders of the village, resides in the Park Hill section of town. The 1948-49 edition of the New Hampshire Winter Map includes information on three important new ski areas: Mt. Sunapee State Park with a chair lift, Thorn Mountain, Jackson, with a chair lift, and Black Mountain, also in Jackson, with a Constant Alpine-type lift. The winter edition of the New Hampshire Recreational Calendar will include data on competitive skiing events and information for the winter vacationist who does not ski or prefers skiing in small doses. 15 Cutting The Christmas Tree BY ADELBERT M. JAKEMAN It is the country thing to do. But ever good and ever new. With sharpened axe and careful eye We pass the pine and hemlock by, And step around each lesser tree That fails in height or symmetry. At last we see the perfect one And know our Christmas search is done. It falls in beauty at our feet Our hearts in wonder lose a beat. Then proud to be thus burdened down We ride in fragrance back to town. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource The State of New Hampshire Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available The State of New Hampshire Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1930s-1950s Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource NHSL Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource State of New Hampshire Troubadour PDF files of the Troubadour OCR OCR of the Troubadour The New Hampshire TROUBADOUR February 1947 NEW HAMPSHIRE STATE LIBRARY The New Hampshire Troubadour GOMES TO YOU EVERY MONTH SINGING THE PRAISES OF NEW HAMPSHIRE, A STATE WHOSE BEAUTY AND OPPORTUNITIES SHOULD TEMPT YOU TO COME AND SHARE THOSE GOOD THINGS THA T MAKE LIFE HERE SO DELICHTFUL. IT IS SENT TO YOU BY THE STATE PLANNING AND DEVELOPMENT COMMISSION AT CONCORD, NEW HAMPSHIRE. FIFTY CENTS A YEAR VOLUME xvi ANDREW M. HEATH, Editor February, 1947 WINTER MAGIC by Frances Logan White lace against a pink-grey sky, Like thistledown so light and free, A thousand patterns, frail and shy, Form silently on swaying tree. For me it weaves a mystic spell O'er husy day, through tranquil night • Revealing joy too deep to tell, Creating thoughts of pure delight. Thus winter's beauty sings to me, It throbs in cadence rich and rare, It sings itself into my soul — And wakes an answering echo there. New Hampshire Troubadour ONE MORE WINTER by Hope Miller THE winter days that for eight years in the tropics I relived in memory, I have seen attain now. Because New Hampshire is my home, these days — when blustery snowstorms race, when a quiet winter world holds sway, when frost has crystalled every twig and branch on all the forest trees, or a sparkling, clean and sunlit countryside lies dazzling in new-fallen snow — these days are like jewels, never forgotten, but taken from the storehouse of my mind, and loved again. When I was teaching in the Internment Clamp School in Manila, we were talking one day of winter at home. Perhaps half of the American children, born and raised in or near the Philippines, had never seen snow. As we talked of it. the laces of the girls and boys who knew what winter could really be, lit up and their eyes danced. I knew they were sensing the exhilaration, the smell, the beauty of it as I was. They were feeling a pity for those who did not understand — who did not know how snow can swirl and drift how a pair of skis or skates really feels on a small boy's feet how good your mother's kitchen looks to you when your nose and lingers and toes are tingling from the cold. This is a part of my heritage this love of winter. As dear as October or April is this surcease of growing, this shut-off feeling, this peace which comes with snow. Living in the Philippines before the war, I was interested in the flora and fauna of the islands, especially in places away from the big cities. I understood that it was my childhood in New Hamp- shire that made me uneasy at the prodigality of nature there. I knew that a more austere beauty held charm for me. This is the tropics — coral sands on a palm-fringed beach, but enervating heat clear-looking streams with water unsafe to use 4 The February 1947 Ski tow at Whitney's, one of the four tow operating at Jackson this season. broad fields of sugar cane or wooded hills or dense jungles with orchid-hung trees, but never, never quiet always the sound of thousands upon thousands of insects and living things: in winter, rain and typhoons, instead of snow and blizzards. But now I am home again and I have seen another winter. I have walked in the soft beauty of the first snow storm, the only sound, the crackling of dry maple leaves beneath my feet. I have seen the fog roll in on the Atlantic coast, then give way to blinding sleet and snow and hurricane. One January morning I walked in (he woods and the lines from a poem came to reality about me "Now I have climbed the hillside to discover The forest sitting in its silver clothes With ermine pulled about its knees." Silence has been, lor me, the loveliest song of winter the deep abiding stillness of a snow-bound countryside. School children skating on the Common in Newport swirling drifts and hemlocks bowed with snow: winter moonlight glistening New Hampshire Troubadour on clean, hard crust icicles hanging long and thick outside my window, but warmth and security within — these are my pictures of the winter. Soon will come a day when the miracle of spring will be in the air and the hope of a reawakening world will find us longing for winter to be over and done. Then, on some bright April morning, I, who have loved a New Hampshire winter, shall remember the words of the poet— "Oh who can tell the range of joy, Or set the bounds of beauty?" THE GULF: CHALLENGE TO ANY SKIER'S SKILL by Ens. Fred Rouel Jones, Jr. YES, I am one of those who is fool enough to forsake his friends and relatives, the city and all its glittering lights, and instead, takes the Maine Central bus for Mt. Washington. Those significant looks and glances which always fall on a person who has skis, poles and suitcase draped around his person in odd positions made me feel a little self conscious, but when that ski bug gets you there's just no stopping. That's why the evening found me sitting in front of a log fire at the base of Tuckerman's ravine with the best company to be found anywhere — skiers of the finest vintage and others like my- self— some singing, some sitting watching the log burn away, and others trying to put it all in writing. Although anyone could spend a whole night just taking it all in, the gang found at Pinkham Notch huts is not there for that purpose so it's early to bed for plenty of rest before a day on the trails. 6 The February 1947 Skier at Gulf of Slides on Mr. Washington WINSTON POTE Almost before I know it, one of the crew is banging away on a couple of railroad tracks making a terrible cacophony of noise that is even more beautiful to me than Beethoven's Fifth. So it's up and out for one of those days I've been waiting months for. But wait! Al- though the lure of the headwall, the Wildcat and the Sherburne are forever strong, there's another matter which most people are likely to forget. Although one may have been skiing most of the winter, a lapse of two weeks since the old hickories were last used has consequences that must be reckoned with. So for the first morning, the practice slope is the place for me, the lower part of the Sherburne in the afternoon, and then another good night's rest before I tackle a whole day on the trail and go above timber- New Hampshire Troubadour 7 Church at Fitzwilliam Bernice Perry line. There was one day when I didn't bother to limber up and I remember it all too clearly because the next day found me at the hospital. But let's put hospitals aside and get to the following day. Four others had come in, and together we looked over the maps of the available trails, with the intention of climbing to the snow fields well above timberline. That night was spent in elaborate plans for reaching the top of Mt. Washington, starting on the Gulf of the Slides Trail and going on up, up to the top and then down the toll road. Those were the days when the winds and storms always lurking above timberline were quite unknown to us. It's too easy just to read the sign at the foot of the trail which says that travel above timberline is hazardous and subject to sudden and severe storms, and let it go at that, thinking that is for the poor fool who is always getting into trouble. We're young, healthy and well equipped for the trip why should we worry? That was then 1 know better now. Experience is an excellent teacher, and it taught me once in late summer with an icy cold hail storm. Then there are those weathered crosses marking the spots where some poor devils perished. But that is getting me away from my story. The next day the sun came up in a clear sky and cast shadows down the sides of the mountain to the valley where a blue column of smoke arose from the chimney of the huts. We had waxed our The February 1917 skis the night before, and were now packing our rucksacks with a lunch and, as I always do, my camera besides. We consisted of Don, Dave, Phil and myself, all from Bates College, and Mac, a newcomer to our group, from M.I.T. Although Dave was the only one of us who had creepers, we stuck together and began the ascent up the Gulf of the Slides Trail. It was slow climbing in the deep snow, but we refused to be disheartened and kept on going at a good clip, Dave shuffling easily along in the rear. Oh! ambitious youth! We'd climb on our hands and knees a whole day just to ski down hill for a few minutes. So we plodded steadily on up, around bends, up steep schusses, and on toward the gleaming snow fields high above us. The ravine dropped far below. On the still cold ail- could be heard the gurgling of the stream in its depths. We passed the first aid cache, and, always thinking we would stop to rest around the next corner, we plodded on. We were climbing up a steep S turn when Phil stopped and looked up toward the Gulf of Slides. He said: "Just look at that: can't you just see me schussing it!" Dave nodded a "Yeah!" and we all looked up at the gleaming white of the untouched snow, almost like a vertical wall extending from the last twisted trees to the sharp corner of the lip hundreds of feet above. I couldn't see anyone schussing it, but a couple of sweeping turns would drop a person five hundred feet in a few seconds. Can't you feel that disc downward, a sudden rush of wind and those steel edges biting into the snow and a gradual easing of speed like coming out of a dive, then throwing your body around and down into another giant arc, coming to a stop at the bottom? What went through their minds, I don't know, but that picture will never leave mine. We stopped a few minutes and then continued. The trail climbed on the right side of the ravine. Trees became smaller and the Gulf towered nearer and nearer above us. Time passed and the sun moved up until it was nearly overhead. Still we climbed, four little black dots up the winding trail, until we were The Hampshire Troubadour 9 at the base of the Gulf itself. There it was time out for lunch. Sitting on the last of the weather-beaten trees, we opened our packs and ate our sandwiches. Now and then a little gust of wind would come down the wall. What there is about it 1 don't know, but the wall of snow, the vastness of it all. the trail winding away down the ravine like a sliver of white, that feeling of height, all makes one fight on upward — keep on going. There was no stopping. The climbing became steeper. Each step had to be kicked into the hard snow and tested to be sure that it wouldn't slip. Finally I put my skis on and cut across the Gulf, sidestepping, and picking the places that were the least steep, until I was over the lip where the expanse of sloping snow fields stretched nearly to the top of Boot Spur. A gray rocky ridge marked the upper side of the snow field and distant cairns stood silhouetted against the sky along the Glen Boulder trail. Where there is better skiing, I don't know. Here you can look down into the valleys stretching away into the distance with noth- ing above bin the black rocks, bleak and windswept, with that cold wind that makes your ski pants vibrate. Here you are a small bit of living matter alone fighting the elements to the very top and then sweeping in long arcs down a half mile of open snow un- touched by anything but the wind and storms. Where else can man be greater, yet more insignificant? Where else is he more dependent on himself and his skis? Where else is he more at the mercy of a sudden storm? There stand the rocks, worn by ages of wind, sleet and rain, indifferent to anything living. They may shelter or kill without ever knowing which. There the wind blows constantly. If you slip, little does it care it just blows. Life may come and go, but the storms go on and the black rocks stand alone. Perhaps that is why a climb is such a challenge. The will to win the top and defy the elements comes over a person and makes him go on up, up to the summit. — Courtesy Ski Illustrated 10 The February 1947 WINSTON POTK A peaceful February scene: Chocoran Village and Mt. Chocorua OUR HOBBY by Anne Catherine Janda IN AUGUST 1924 we two — my husband and I — became ac- quainted with New Hampshire. Born New Englanders, we were familiar with New Hampshire. In the days of our youth when asked to name the states comprising New England, we had recited glibly, "MaincNewHampshireVermontMassachusettsRhodelsland Connecticut.'' Oh, yes, we were familiar with New Hampshire, but it took a climb to the summit of Mount Moosilauke to start a hobby which after nearly two decades still holds its fascina- tion. Fascination has become a deep abiding love for New Hampshire mountains, lakes, and streams. The hobby started as mountain climbing, but being constructive, grew and still grows. We two have not only collected mountains New Hampshire Troubadour 11 Rural mail delivery an the Dundee Road, North Conway to Jackson and a mountain diarv, but streams, hikes, pastures, AMC huts, trails, rocks, trees — and views! The nice thing about this part of our hobby is, that while we have collected all these things, they still remain available for other collectors and lovers of New Hampshire. We have also collected material for a scrapbook birds, flowers, Colonial churches, and ministerial anecdotes (many taken from the N.H.T.) a list of books read on Xew 1 lampshire, the TROUBADOUR, pictures, and people who have become life-long friends. Another sort of chart has been started which we call "Xew England Briefs" by this time the hobby has grown beyond the boundaries of Xew Hampshire. Our latest branching out has become a source of much pleasure to us two and our friends. Colored movies of the mountains bring Xew Hampshire into our home whenever we be- Thi February 1947 come nostalgic for mountain scenery, and again we live through the events of the particular climbs pictured. Incidentally, we have climbed more than seventy-five peaks of the White Mountains, some once, others as many as a dozen times. The record for any one peak is sixteen visits. A pood hobby should grow, should become a source of education, and the hobby begun on Mount Moosilauke lias become just that. We are grateful to New Hampshire for the enriching influence it has had on our lives. Articles and pictures of familiar bits of New Hampshire we find in the TROUBADOUR hike us bark to happy days spent in our adopted state. FISHING TEAM GOES CO-ED DOVER'S citizens who take pardonable pride in their high school fishing team, believed to be the only such institution of its kind in the country, are now informed that the stptad has gone co-educational, and that the so-railed weaker sex is also listed in the ranks of the high school Iz.iak Waltons. Thus, Dover is the first to organize a formal fishing team, and the first to teach fishing lo girls. We predict many happy marriages may be based upon a mutual understanding of the wary trout and fighting salmon. The little woman who is tolerant toward early risers who return with tall tales and muddy boots is a gem indeed. It has long been a husband's lament that the little woman doesn't understand the fisherman. Now it remains for our own high school to take the first step toward correcting a situation that has prevailed since the days of Daniel Boone. Envy the lucky fellow who gets himself a girl who ran put the worm on her own hook. — Dover Democrat Mew Hampshire Troubadour 13 FRONT COVER: Sleighing for Fun in New Hampshire. Color Photo by Winston Pote. BACK COVER: Typical New Hampshire Winter Scene. Photo by Winston Pote. FRONTISPIECE: Looking south from trail on the summit of Cannon Mountain. Photo by Winston Pote. ^V3F Thorsten V . Kalijarvi, editor of the TROUBADOUR for the past year, is now at work in Washington, D. C, as analyst of international relations, legislative reference service, Library of Congress. Dr. Kalijarvi was executive director of the New Hampshire State Planning and Development Commission from 1942 through 1946. Flights to Keene and to Portsmouth have recently been added to the Northeast Airlines system, which has also improved its service between Concord and New York. Newport's campaign to collect funds for a statue commemorating Mary and Her Little Lamb, the children's poem written by Sarah Josepha Hale of that town, is gaining popular support. Billy B. Van, veteran stage and radio performer of Newport, who launched the drive 14 during the town's last annual winter carnival, heads the call for donations toward a memorial to that well-loved poem. The voters of Newport appropriated $300 for it at their last town meeting. Present plans are for a small marble statue of Mary and the lamb, with a plaque containing the little verses which, it is said, have been translated into more foreign languages than any other poem in history. New Hampshire will lie represented at the sportsmen's shows this month with an exhibit by the State Fish and Game Department at Mechanics Building, Boston, February 1-9, and at Grand Central Palace, New York, February 1 5-23. ^yr The Dartmouth College library now has more than 600,000 books. Acquisition of 19,146 volumes during the past year raised the total to 616,570. ^VJT The west side of Grantham Mountain in the township of Plainfield has been chosen for the site of a three-million-dollar year-round recreational resort, according to a 7 he February 79-17 recent announcement. The 2,200- Corn, Wheat, Rye, Peas, Beans, acre development is to be known as Croydon Hills. Flax or Oats, Bulls, Oxen, Cows, Calves, sheep or Goats, Beef, Pork, Mutton, Butter, Cheese. Or any produce that you please. Our land is crown'd with milk and The New Hampshire November 18, 1817 My friends, upon you now I call, To settle with me, one and all And pay me up without delay Or I will call — ANOTHER WAY!!! Which, if you arc inclined to do, Will please me better than to SUE But if you don't, I'm not mistaken. Here lives a FORSAITH and an AIKEN, Who unto you will surely say, " Make out your friend his honest pay". And then you'll have to pay the debt, Likewise the C O S T — 'twill make you fret. You had much better pay me first, And of two evils, shun the worst. On some I've waited many years, Too long by far to me appears. I'll wait no longer, now REMEMBER, Than the last day of next DECEM- BER. Prepare yourselves before that day, Call and settle, and try to pay. I will take almost anything, At a fair price you're pleased to bring. Hew Hampshire Troubadour RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD, N. H. Patriot — Y ou've honey, everything this year but Money And if you've not one single groat, Pray call and settle give your Note. Comply with this, I'll thank you always, Your humble servant, THOMAS WALLACE. Goffstown, November 10, 1817 ^vir CALENDAR PICTURE DETERMINED HER FUTURE Littleton, N. H. (AP) A Littleton snow scene on a calendar called former telephone operator, Helen Briggs of Greenwich, Connecticut, to New Hampshire. Although she had never been in the state, the calendar picture made such an impression that Miss Briggs moved to a Littleton farm when she retired two years ago from the American Telephone and Telegraph Company. Now she is one of New Hampshire's most enthusiastic boosters. — Boston Globe 15 K y •/^•"••- r Today, I left my work to walk with you On sun-flecked, snow-smoothed garden paths — our feet Marked with a satin sound — the sharp air sweet To breathe— the sky, a dome of crystal blue. We touched the frosted branches of each tree — And smiled to see the winging, white flakes fall Like stars to tangle in your hair— How small, Yet, how delightful such brief joys can be. And though I came back to my tasks undone, I'm glad I left my work to walk with you, Because the growing years are short and few, When beauty can be shared with a small son. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. 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Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour Subject The topic of the resource Troubadour Description An account of the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour was a publication of the State of New Hampshire's State Planning and Development Commission in Concord, NH from 1931-1950s. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource The State of New Hampshire Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available The State of New Hampshire Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1930s-1950s Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource NHSL Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource State of New Hampshire Troubadour PDF files of the Troubadour OCR OCR of the Troubadour TROUBADOUR NEW HAMPSHIRE STATE LIBRARY Governor Charles M. Dale and Family The New Hampshire Troubadour COMES TO YOU EVERY MONTH SINGING THE PRAISES OF NEW HAMPSHIRE, A STATE WHOSE BEAUTY AND OPPORTUNITIES SHOULD TEMPI' YOU TO COME AND SHARE THOSE GOOD THINGS THAT MAKE IIII HERESODELIGHTFUL.ITISSENTTOYOUBY THE STATE PLANNING AND DEVELOPMENT COMMISSION AT CONCORD, NEW HAMPSHIRE. FIFTY CENTS A YEAR VOLUMExvi THORSTEN V . KAUJARVI, editor January, I 947 A New Year's Greeting! NUMBER 10 TONIGHT the New Hampshire hills lie silent and snow-blanketed under a motionless s\ irl of brilliant stars. The cheerful lights of town twinkle, and the streets arc almost deserted. This is a scene of peace and contentment, an ideal setting in which to con- template the challenges and promises of the new- year. To all TROUBADOUR readers I wish a happy and prosperous New Year, with success in meeting the problems of the day and of the future. May this new year bring you increased health and happiness! New Hampshire Troubadour CHARLES M. DALE Governor 3 THE GREAT WHITE HILLS by Ernest Poole (Excerpts from the book with the same title.) Most of us in these mountains now look for an immense increase in skiing and other winter sports, skiing is oldet than most people know. More than a thousand years ago historians in China spoke of the Snowshoe Turks, the Kirgiz and Bayerku and Liu-Knei tribes, who on "snow sucks" skied in Siberia and north ol the Gobi Desert and far up in Kamchatka. In these last decades, in Siberia, New Zealand and Australia the sport was revived and in Europe it spread from Norway and Sweden, Germany, Austria and the Swiss Alps all through the Balkan countries and down to Greece and France and Spain and the ace skier of Italy told me just before the war that 70,000 were skiing from XIt. Aetna m the Alps. Countless thousands of ski troops were trained and their numbers were multi- plied in the war. From these hills Walter Prager, Selden 11 at ma and little Dick Durrance, American champion, trained ski paratroops in the Rockies. Thousands of their pupils served in Alaska and over- seas. Will they stop skiing when they come home.' I doubt it. Once you've really learned the game, you never want to give up this racing down the mountain runs. Moreover, as the life of this nation speeds up for most young people, they will want ski centers close to their jobs and for the eastern pari of out country this high region is (lose even now , and soon the air services being planned from the cities will bring it closer still. So it is thai our prophets are talking of week ends when all through the great White 11 ills tens of thousands of skiers will come dovt n in great airplanes from the sky for two dats of while magic here, and in Summer busy men in New York 4 The January 1947 may lly up in an hour or two for week ends with their fami- lies. So this mountain area will be i ipened up as never before, as a place for the raving of recreation and rest in our summer and winter sports, in boarding schools and slimmer camps, hotels and sanitaria. The lish and game resources will be developed and increased so will die nails and mountain Inns, ski runs and jumps, snow carnivals. And these will be by no means only for mere visitors, for all these activities will keep here thou- sands of our young folks who in die pasi drifted oil'to the towns, and to diem will be added thou- sands of others weary from war and tired of eilies. who will come and settle down, some to run ski inns, stores and shops and others to teaeh in schools or to help in our .sanitaria. For young doctors of die both or mind I know no liner work in life than to develop mountain homes for boys disabled or exhausted by war, to put nets life into litem and either send them back reach to cope with cities or keep them here and lit them into work in this new life in the hills. [thousands of young couples, loo, will come up and buy old latins. i modern methods and modern tools die farm labor will be .Yew Hampshire Troubadour Monadnock Mt.Jram Petarborough EAMES STUDIO Ml. Adams from die glen somewhat eased and made to produce as never before, and close ready markets will be here. Wood lots will be developed, too our larger forests will be conserved and tlicir products will be used in big and little shops and mills to give employment the year around. Easy? No. On farms the labor will still be hard, weaklings will be weeded out and only the strong left as new permanent citizens. But for all hill lovers a grand clean life is waiting here, nor will it be lonely as in the past, for not only will the airplane, the automo- bile and the telephone bind us all by closer ties, but to us in these mountain homes the radio and television will add their service to that of the city newspapers which come here now. The noted con- ductor Stokowsky once spent a couple of nights in our house and he prophesied that to countless homes will come the music of great orchestras not only from this country but from all over Europe, too, while the art treasures of the world will be pictured by tele- vision. "When you wish to see some lovely old Chinese vase in a museum overseas," he declared, "you will go to your telephone in the morn- ing and ask that it be shown to you, for a small charge, perhaps to- 6 The"January1947 HAROLD ORHE night at nine o'clock and at that hour on your screen that same lovely vase will appear, and a scholar speaking in English will tell you about it as he turns it this way and that." So even to our mountain homes the future world may come at night. But outside there will still be the deep pine forests all around and the mountains looming high against the frosty silent stars. In a million million years from now, by slide and erosion they will be levelled nearly down to our valleys, so the geologists say. But mean- while men will still look up to the hills whence cometh strength for bodies, minds and spirits in this tumultuous world of ours. BOSWORTH OLD HALL RUGBY HUBBANDS BOSWORTH 286 E d ito r: NEW HAMPSHIRE TROUBADOUR Dear Sir: Though, alas, I may not be a "prospective motorist" in New Hampshire, could I please have a copy of your "Autumn Foliage Bulletin"? I expect that it isn't enough sweet agony for me to re- ceive the TROUBADOUR each month — that I must tear the wound which was caused at parting nearly forty years ago with more vi- sion of the countryside I love so well. I expect that the enchantment of remembrance makes me believe that each stick and stone of New Hampshire has special virtue, that nowhere else on earth do the brooks run so gently, nor is the air so golden, no lakes are ever so sparkling, no birds so melodious nor flowers so lovely. Where else do tiger lilies consort with a wayside post-box, or blue-birds sing among pink apple blossoms against a clear crisp sky? Where ever else can sunshine be silver on the bark of birch trees and golden on their leaves — sparkling living sunshine — unhampered on its way from Heaven? Neiv Hampshire Troubadour 7 October 14, 1946 I have much for which to thank my friendly countrymen — especially during our need in England —but to whomever has caused the I Rtn HAOIII i< to be sent to me so regularly I owe a debt of gratitude which it is hard to explain for it comes from the vers mots ol my being the very heart of m soul which receives so much joy from your little publication. Am 1 overbold in asking for further courtesy? tf so I hope you will forgive my longing. Very truly, 1 lit IN ( Avmnii.i. P.S. It may be of interest to you to know that I pass uw eopv on to the Headmaster of Rugby School — there he and the youth of England may learn of beauties of our home stale. THE BATTLE OF MT, WASHINGTON Lf <L. y. Eoiktr The time came when our peaceful kind Was faced with warring change An enemy swept in and took The Presidential Range. Their generals found upon the map Mi. Washington's elevation "Now that's the place," they cried, "for guns! A post for observation! "East's highest point, with train and road - Oh, militan blisst Don't bother with the oilier peaks, We'll concentrate on this." 7 he January VW m >-^r*> j€ 10 They sent up troops with guns and bombs And watched for bloody news But weeks went by. They onlv got White Mountain post card views. When scouts were sent to stir things up, The scouts would disappear And send back coded messages: "Grand! wish that you were here!" The generals said, "We'll see ourselves—" They found there was no seeing. Mt. Washington was in a cloud. But they enjoyed the skiing. No observations could they make To fire off a gun. The snow went but the cloud remained The trails, they learned, were fun. So when the cloud blew off they were Too busy with the quest: Was Huntington or Tuckerman Or King Ravine the best? Just as they found the lesser peaks Were quite as good for play, The war came to an end and they Were told to go away. And, as they packed their rusty guns In sad evacuation. They murmured, "Let's come back next year For our two weeks' vacation!" The January 1947 SINGING YANKEES by Lewis Gannett THEY say that Americans arc not a singing people, but there is the record of the Hutchinson family to confound such skeptics. Philip D. Jordan, a history professor with an obvious frustrated passion to become a novelist, tells their story in "Singin' Yankees" (Univer- sity of Minnesota Press, S3.50). The Singing Sons and Daughters of Jesse It was about 1839 that signs were posted on the Town House of Milford, N. H., and in the covered bridge, proclaiming that "The eleven sons and two daughters of the tribe of Jesse will sing at the Baptist Meeting-house on Thanksgiving Evening at 7 o'clock." Old Jesse Hutchinson liked to hear his children chant the anthem written to commemorate the conversion of Deacon Giles's distillery into a temperance hall: "King Alcohol is very sly, A liar from the first, He'll make you drink until you're dry, Then drink because you thirst." But Jesse got tired of the eternal noise he made his children practice outside the house, behind a rock in the hay field, and he refused to contribute a cent when four of his offspring set off for Boston to study singing. They earned their way one as a type- setter, another sawing wood, and two tending store. One, to his own distaste, even served rum and whisky by the glass, which was then a normal part of grocery-store routine. They called themselves the "Aeolian Vocalists" when they gave their first pay concert by candlelight in East Wilton, N. H., for a net profit of six and a half cents. Already they had composed, and set to gospel music, the song that was to make them fatuous, "We've come down from the mountains of the Old Granite State," ending New Hampshire Troubadour 11 with a recitative of the thirteen Hutchinsons' Biblical names. In the summer of 1842, in a two-horse $75 carryall, three brothers and twelve-year-old sister Abby set out on tour upstate to Dartmouth, across the Connecticut River to Woodstock, Yt., down through Saratoga Springs to Albany and back East to Boston. Musical suc- cess came faster in those days than in this. The success of the Hutchinson family's first concert, in Melodeon Hall in Boston, on Sept. 13, led them to engage the hall again on Sept. 17, and to give a third performance on the 20th. "Get Off the Trad'' I lies sang temperance songs, a tear-jerker called "The Vulture of the Alps," and stirring anti-slavery songs composed by the Hutchinsons themselves, such as "Get Off the Track" ("the Emancipation train is coining") and "lite Bereaved Slave Mother." The public loved their home-grown balladry. The) even sang in Xiblo's Garden and Saloon in New York for a fee of $50(1, which must have hurt their teetotal consciences. They toured England, and while London was cool, Charles Dickens invited them to dinner and the provinces welcomed them, Then came trouble. The stay-at-home brothers were jealous the) formed a rival troop, billed under the same name and singing the same songs. The original group broke up. Some of the boys married, and the wives wanted to sing, too. Some formed other partnerships at one time five dillerent Hutchinson combinations were on tour. And eventually their insistence upon anti-slavery songs got them roundly hissed in New York and barred from the halls in St. Louis. For almost half a century some of the singing the Hutchinsons were on tour. One group of Hutchinsons toured the mining camps of California in the 1850s. Another helped popularize "John Brown's Body" at the beginning of the Civil War it was they who made 12 The January l<>17 "Tenting on the Old Camp Ground" familiar toward the end of the war. Mr. Jordan acutely points out that the early Civil War songs were belligerent, the later ones homesick, as in other wars the author and composer of the mournful strains of "Tenting on the Old Camp Ground," an old New Hampshire friend of the I lutchinsons, was a soldier himself. One of the original group died of a fever, but his voire continued to be heard, by William Lloyd Garrison among others, at the spir- itualist seances conducted by the fox Sisters. One became insane and committed suicide. Still another helped found twin pioneer communities, named Harmony and Hutchinson, in Minnesota. Singing for Pence John Hutchinson survived longest. It was he who. at Cooper Union in 1870. put across "The Drunkard's Child" ("You ask me why so oft, lather, the tear rolls down my cheek. . . . It breaks my heart to think that 1 ant called a drunkard's child"), lie sang at the Republican National Convention of 1892 and in 1905 went to Portsmouth to sing the disputing Russians and Japanese into peace. He was eighty-four at the time. The outlanders didn't listen to him, but a fifty-year-old singing teacher front Washington fell in love with him and married him. All this is rich Americana. Unfortunately, to get at the gist of the story, one has to wade through Mr. Jordan's earnest efforts to repro- duce Hutchinson family conversation as he thinks it may have sounded. Mr. Jordan is belter as historian than novelist, and the facts are eloquent enough without fictional grace notes. For the Ilutchinsons were American folk singers of significance. From our smug plateau of 1 ''46 it is pleasant to recall that a century ago they were singing "There's a good time coining, boys, A good time a uniug. . . . Nations shall not quarrel then. To prove which is the stronger." — From the New York Herald-Tribunt New Hampshire Troubadour 13 FRONT COVER: M t. Jefferson from the glen between Pinkham Notch and Gotham. Color Photograph by Winston Pote. BACK COVER: New Hampshire winter. Eric Sanford. PAGE NINE: Tuckerman Ravine. Victor Beaudoin. ^jor September 17,1946 Thorsten V . Kalijarvi, Editor TROUBADOUR Concord, New Hampshire Dear Sir: One ofour great pleasures at our summer home Deep Shadows," located on the side of Bald Mt., West Campton, N . H . (seven miles north of Plymouth) is to watch nightly for the turning on of the beacon light .11 mountain station, Iramway, Cannon Mt.Thelight must b e a t least thirty-five miles away b u t w e see it clearly from o u r sightly home. It shines brightly like a great star, and we often won- der o n h o w many other homes it is casting its warm hospitable glow. Would it be possible to arrange alittlewriteupabout itinTROUBA- ln1!k.'I,o(atedasilis,nearK inthe centre of the state, it must have b e - come dear to hundreds. 1 1 Cannon Mountain from our Cottage resembles a prostrate child — We call her Baby Stuart — In the morning when t h e s u n shines brightly on the rose colored ledges which form the left wall of Franconia Notch we see her as a strawberry blonde — She is our breakfast guest and lovely to look upon and at night we know she is still there b y the twinkle of the diamond on the tip of her nose, brilliant in the blackness. The light spreading cheer a n d comfort across t h e countryside is symbolic of the great eternal light, so very near a n d ever present in these majestic mountains. We hope brightly. ^y it will always shine Very truly, LENA P . KNOWLTON The State Forestry tion Commission lias gift to the state of the Madison boulder, the largest boulder in New Hampshire, and ten acres of land from Frank E . a n d Robert Kennett of Conway and Leon O . Gerry of Concord. T h e mighty rock, which was brought two miles and de- posited in its present position by The January 1947 a n d accepted t h e Recrea- HAROLD Madison BouUer the great glacier, is estimated to weigh 765(1 tons, is 70 feet long, 30 feet wide and 40 feet high. The site will become a new state recreation a r e a ^jor NEW HAMPSHIRE AUTHORS AND BOOKS "The Countryman's Cookbook," by Haydn Pearson, published by Whittlesey House, New York, price $3, contains many New Hampshire recipes, personal references, and attractive photographs of kitchens and harvest scenes. New Hampshire Troubadour RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD. N. H. The Dartmouth Winter Carnival will be held February 15 and 16, 1947. The New England Sled Dog Club plans to schedule sled dog races every weekend during Janu- ary and February at New Hamp- shire town and community winter carnivals. The excellence of winter driving conditions in New Hampshire has brought great fame to the New Hampshire Highway Department, which promises to maintain its usual efficiency during the present season. Crews go into action at any time of day or night. A system of observation and reports assures prompt notice of storm or other conditions calling for plowing or sanding. Many of the highways are entirely clear of snow and ice a few hours after they have been plowed. ^yYJr New Hampshire is to have a booth and exhibit on the fourth floor of the 1947 Motor Boat Show to be held at Grand Central Palace, New York, January 10-18. 1 5 NOSTALGIA by Roslind E. Wallace For one brief glimpse of mountains' winter charm: New Hampshire in her glistening garments clad Far distant from the easy things of man, Entranced by ever-changing peaks ahead: All urgency of life and pressing claims For mountain's winter charm a poor exchange. The winding roads now white with purest snow, And icy rivers winding through the glen Oh, what great rapture thrills all those who know And oft return to mountain heights again— To memories and enchantments that enthrall, Land of all joys. New Hampshire beautiful. iHg Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour Subject The topic of the resource Troubadour Description An account of the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour was a publication of the State of New Hampshire's State Planning and Development Commission in Concord, NH from 1931-1950s. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource The State of New Hampshire Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available The State of New Hampshire Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1930s-1950s Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource NHSL Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource State of New Hampshire Troubadour PDF files of the Troubadour OCR OCR of the Troubadour The New Hampshire TROUBADOUR APRIL 1951 The New Hampshire Troubadour Comes to you every month, singing the praises of New Hampshire, a state whose beauty and opportunities should tempt you to come and share those good things that make life here so delightful. State Planning and Development Commission, Concord, New Hampshire. One dollar a year. Entered as second-class matter. May H, 1949, at the Post Office at Concord. New Hampshire under the Act of March 3, 1879. ANDREW M. HEATH, Editor Volume XXI APRIL, 1951 CONFESSION by Frederick W. Branch You ask why I never write Of love that smiles through tears, Of truth and beauty and the might Of faith that laughs at fears And why, instead of these, I write Of floods and fields and walls. Of trees and trains, and eyes that light When Spring's first robin calls. There's beauty in a bridge's flight And courage in a train There's faith in orchards blossomed white And truth where cables strain. Why do I never catch the beat Ol love that smiles and sings? Perhaps my soul has dusty feet Instead of soaring wings. Number 1 New Hampshire Troubadour From "Land Of The Yankees" COME OUT, COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE! by Rudolph Elie in The Boston Herald Some day, before I am too old to bail out a rowboat, I should like to catch a salmon. For that matter, I should like to catch, 1, lake trout 2, a whitefish 3, a shad 4, a carp 5, an eel 6, a yellow perch 7, a sunfish 8. a horned pout 9, a chub and to, anything. Not really anything, as a matter of fact, because I doubt if there is anyone in Dishwater Mills between July 1 and August 1 who catches as many bass and pickerel as I do. They instinctively realize, when I come by with my casting rod and my immense assortment of gaudy geegaws, that I view with extreme distaste the process of cutting them up for the frying pan. Knowing that they are — when they snap at my bait — merely in for a brief outing in rather more concentrated oxygen than they prefer, they seem to welcome the chance for a visit. We look each other over and part company. The only flaw in this sort of thing is that nobody believes me when I say that I can catch bass and pickerel in Lake Winnipesaukee (which is the principal arena of this singular narrative) any time I feel like it. And without those terrifying helgramites, either. However, what I really want to catch is a salmon, and I have tried every means short of dredging. I know they're in the lake, too, because everybody says so and because there was a picture in the local paper the other day of two fellows holding up a couple of huge ones by the tail. They were game wardens who'd 4 The April 1951 caught them in a trap, but the fact remains they got them. So I know they're in the lake everybody says so. Moreover, a fishing crony of mine, a fellow of indisputable veracity, told me that after ten years of coming up to Winnipesaukee the day the ice went out, he finally found himself right in the middle of a school of gigantic salmon rolling around on the surface feeding on Mies. In two casts with his fly rod, Jim got two salmon, neither of them particularly gigantic. That was ten years ago and he's never seen one since. But they're here Jim says so. Old Harry Perkins says so. too, and he is so eminent in the field of guiding fishermen that he grows a white beard every winter, puts on his red flannel shirt, and comes down to the Sportsmen's Show in Boston to sit around in the New Hampshire booth just to answer questions about salmon and trout fishing and to lend atmosphere to the affair. I saw him in Wolfeboro the other day and we chatted a little while about salmon fishing. He'd just come in with a couple of fellows he'd been guiding and they had a bucket lull of yellow perch and sunfish. The salmon fishing warn’t so good Mrs. Richard Sleeper of Wolfeboro with an eight-pound salmon taken from Winter Harbor. Lake Winnipesaukee. May If. 1950. Other popular salmon lakes in New Hampshire are Newfound, Sunapee. First and Second Connecticut, Merrymeeting. and Pleasant Lake (New London). New Hampshire Troubadour N. H. FISH AND GAME DEPT. Fishing on Paugus Bay, Lake Winnipesaukee, just after ice-out in April. right row, he said, but they didn't git skunked by a damsite. Ain't that a purty mess o' pan fish? But salmon're in here, he added, shoulda seen them big ones we was gettin' a little while hack. So they're in here all right. )im says so and Harry says so and the local newspaper says so and everybody says so. Mr. Corkum, who gets as much dope on the salmon situation as anyone, says they're in the lake too. He runs a sporting goods and men's furnishing shop down in Wolfeboro and everybody, sooner or later, goes in to say hello to Mr. Corkum and buy a new fishing gadget. So in the process they tell him what they've caught and how much it weighed and what they caught it on and everything except where they caught it. Sure, says Mr. Corkum, who has a couple of big ones mounted on the walls of his store, they're in here all right. Everybody says so. Thus inspired, 1 have dragged 40 pounds of spinners from Melvin Village to the Barber's Pole, from the Long Island 6 The April 1951 bridge to Sally's Gut, from Bulrush Cove to Brickyard Cove. I have towed this formidable apparatus, complete with minnow, on the end ol a hundred yards ol copper line at depths of 20 teet, 40 feet, 80 feet, and 160 feet. I have towed this when the wind was coming from the south, east, west, north and all points in between and sometimes from all of them at the same time. I have done this at one mile an hour, two, three, lour, five ami up to 12 miles an hour. Further, in my more desperate moments, I have dangled worms, helgramites, crawfish, minnows, shiners, grasshoppers, old hunks of hread and pieces of red flannel at all depths, in all water temperatures and over all bottoms. 1 have never even had a nibble, let alone caught a salmon. But don't get me wrong. I can get all the bass and pickerel I want any old time. Yet some day, before I am too old to hold a boat rod, I am going to catch a salmon in Lake Winnipesaukee. They're in here. Everybody says so. Local fisherman around Winnipesaukee say you should fish lor "sammun" from "ice out" time (usually in mid-April) until early June. July and August are just naturally tough months to find 'em. Some say right after the ice melts is the best time to fish. Others prefer the period while the lresh water smelt, natural food ol the salmon, are "running" up the brooks to spawn (late April and early May). Still others feel you have best luck when the smelt are through spawning. Of course the answer is simple—just make sure you are in the right spot, at the right time, fishing at the right depth with the right lure, bait, or fly, with the right tackle. That's all!—Ed. New Hampshire Troubadour ~ MY HOME TOWN, PIERMONT by Mildred D, Mndgett Until last summer, Piermont, New Hampshire, was to me just a name. Remembering that my grandfather was born there, we decided to stop and look for the burying ground. We were rewarded with the unexpected pleasure of finding the house built by great-grandfather Tyler over 150 years ago—the first frame house built in Piermont, in which my grandfather was horn. In the house were the hand-hewn beams, to x 16 inches, the handmade bricks used in the 10-foot square chimney with its five fireplaces corner posts in the rooms, and Christian doors. My interest in the early history of Piermont of my Tyler and McConnell ancestors was revived. The Tylers had come up the river from Lebanon, Connecticut, in the fall of 1768. I can imagine what that first log cabin must have been like, for nails and glass were scarce and costly brick and lime were lacking. The logs were probably chinked with mud the chimney made of field stones and there probably wasn't more than one win- dow. Some families actually lived through more than one winter with only a curtain of skins to serve as a door. Fortunately in 1769, wild game was most abundant moose on the meadows and, of course, deer. Hut there were also bears and wolves which destroyed the sheep. Great-grandfather killed a hear in his own yard. Hut the worst disaster was the so-called "Northern Army" of worms in the summer of 1770, when every hit ol corn and wheat was destroyed. Fortunately, the worms letl the pumpkins, and wild pigeons were plentiful. Three Tyler ancestors captured quo dozen pigeons in ten days. The neighbors were invited in for several picking "bees" and « The April 1951 Lobster boats by the Portsmouth. In background each was allowed to take home the pigeons which he had plucked. But the feathers which were left proved to be enough for "four very decent beds," according to great-great- m grandfather. The pumpkins were made in- to "pumpkin dowdy" (stewed a long time until brown) and then frozen tor pies. When the apple harvests were plenti- ful, the community had apple- paring "bees." For it was not unusual to make fifty mince pies at a time and freeze them. New Hampshire Bridge over the Piscataaua River. - Maine docks at is the Interstate Another disaster pursued the early settlers of Piermont, for in 1771 the Connecticut river overflowed its banks and buried their fields in two or three feet of sand. Fortunately, there were some bright spots in the history. The first wedding in Piermont in 1772 was that ol my great- grandparents. The bride was not quite thirteen years old. In the next lorty years, she bore thirteen children. Alter a quarter ol a century of raising a family in log cabins, I am glad she had her last fifteen years in the frame house which we saw last summer. It must have seemed like a palace to her. A graphic description of the arrival in Piermont of great- New Hampshire Troubadour Q DOUGLAS ARMSDEN grandmother Sarah and her parents, the McConnells, has been preserved. A man on horseback found the family miles from Piermont, most ol them barefoot with their household goods on a broken-down horse, but the family was laughing as well as scolding and crying. The decision to send the 12-year-old girl and the two-year-old child ahead with the rider, who had found them, met with a problem. Sarah could not stay on the horse riding side-saddle, so her mother suggested, "in laith, there must be a leg on each side of the horse." The rider carried the two-year-old in his arms and tried to keep him awake by com- menting on the howling of the wolves. When they reached Piermont at midnight on a moolight night and the rider brought the children into his home, he fainted. The McConnells were some of the Scotch-Irish Presbyterians, who were forced to flee from Ireland after the fall of London- derry. These immigrants brought with them the newest skills in spinning and weaving flax, a skill which was as important in Colonial days as the ability to make yarn out of wool. Although eight ol great-grandmother Sarah's thirteen children were girls. who could help her, she must have been efficient to clothe and lecd a family ot fifteen persons, especially in the years after the Revolution, as well as during the war years. Her lather, Capt. Thomas McConnell was already serving in the Revolution, when her husband Jonathan enlisted in Col. House's company. When our army retired from Ticonderoga at the approach ol the British, Jonathan was captured by the Eng- lish. Since he seemed to be a model prisoner, after a while he was allowed to help build a block-house on the east side ol Lake Ceorge. After a few days, the axes needed grinding, so the British allowed Jonathan to go to the spring just over the hill to 10 letch some water. He hung his pail on the hark spout Irom the spring and while the pail was rilling, he took "French leave." For four days, he and his companion lived in the woods on leaves, buds, twigs, and roots until they reached a settlement, l.vcntually he received a pension of $8 per month for his ser- vices, which must have helped a hit in the support of a family ol fifteen. Piermont is now much more to me than just a name. It is really my home town, lor everyone was so cordial that I felt like a prodigal daughter returning to the ancestral home. I like to remember Peaked Mountain lor which the town was named, standing out like a giant pier. Spring skiers running the steep upper slope of the i'tttkerninn Raiine llendnull on t. Washington. WINSTON POTE CURRIER MOUNTAIN by Robert S. Monahan Visitors in the White Mountain National Forest will find a new name on their maps, when the next editions are published. Pine Peak, the 2800-foot summit in the Dartmouth Range over- looking Jefferson and Randolph, has heen officially renamed "Currier Mountain" by a recent decision of the U. S. Board on Geographic Names. Few among those who live and work in the White Mountains need an introduction to the late Horace Currier, whose thirty years of service in the White Mountain National Forest coincided with its first three decades of development. Visitors may not have become so well acquainted with the man personnally, but they know the works he left behind him. They travel over Forest roads which were built and improved under his supervision, they stop at Forest Camps which he helped plan and develop, ant they hike on trails that he WINSTON POTE blazed years ago. That immortal critic of the White Mountains, Starr King, has written that at no other point than Jefferson Hill can a visitor "see the White Hills themselves in such array and force." And in the foreground of the panorama extolled by Starr King rises Currier Moun- tain, where it belongs. Currier Alot/n/aiit. {///ring into the skyline in left center directly over elm tree. Son/hern /teaks of Presidential Range on left. Dart- mouth Range on right. Taken from Carter estate in Jefferson. BEFORE I GET TOO OLD by Henry Davis Nacl/g, Jr. ( a g e 15) Before I get too old I am going to huy some property in New Hampshire. New Hampshire is the hest place to hunt, fish, trap, or lor any other outdoor sport. If you're the kind that just likes to relax lor a few days or take life easy. New Hamp- shire is just the place for you. Northern New Hampshire parti- cularly is the most scenic place in New England with all its mountains peaks. There is Mt. Washington. Twin Mt., Fran- conia Notch, which are all very interesting places to visit. The thing 1 especially like about New Hampshire is that in some parts the forests are quite dense and it is I tin hiking along through big thickets of trees and brush. Every summer our family visits my Aunt, who has a gift shop near Dixville Notch, which is about fifty miles from the Cana- dian line. We have wonderful times at her place. There are about ten good fishing streams within a few miles' radius and we en- joy fishing practically all day. When we finish fishing we take home our catch and then sit around and take it easy. One of the outstanding experiences that 1 have had at my aunt's Iarm is when we decided to take a hike up Signal Mt. The mountain has a fire tower and we stayed overnight with the warden in his cabin. It is interesting to hear him tell all the tales which he had gathered during his five years on the mountain. All in all you can't beat New Hampshire in anything. So be- fore I get too old I am going to buy land near my aunt's and build a few nice cabins so that I can go up there and stay every summer. New Hampshire Troubadour ] X FRONT COVER: The village of Cornish. Color photo by Win- ston Pote. BACK COVER: A s u m m e r cottage on Lake Wentworth, W olleboro. Photo by Eric San- ford. FRONTISPIECE: T h e fire look- out tower and airplane beacon on Mt. Kearsarge, near Warner. Photo by Ralph F. Pratt. New Hampshire visitors are remind- ed to be extra careful to avoid starting fires during the spring "fire season." After the snow melts and the dead leaves and grasses dry out, the tiniest fire may become serious. Troubadour readers may be interested to know the county in which autos bearing New Hampshire plates were regis- tered. The first letter in the registration designates the coun- ty, as follows: B—Belknap. C— Carroll, F—Cheshire. F— Straf- II ford, G—Grafton, Ff—Hills- borough, L—Hillsborough, M Merrimack, O—Coos, R—Rock- ingham, and S—Sullivan. My Thoughts of East Wakefield The little waxes that lap the shore Make me think ol Fast Wake- field more and more. The blue, blue sky, and the big white clouds Are all bunched up in big white crowds. The big tall pine is really mine. The blue-green lake, tor Heav- en's sake, Is just another home I take. All this is really my home ami shield. And that's what I think of Fast Wakefield. Carolyn Porter (age 8) West Medford, Mass. The April 1951 A letter written to the Editor of the Dayton, Ohio, Daily News: Perhaps our Dayton people would be willing to read of some experiences of a late hay fever exile who found relief in New Hampshire which, in Oc- tober, is the most beautiful ol all our states. T h e frost touches the trees early and words can- not adequately describe t h e magic color of the maples with every shade of red, carmine, scarlet, vermilion, orange, and gold. . . The state offers visitors the Cathedral of the Pines near the Bay State border. This great grove of stately trees is on a lofty pinnacle or knoll overlook- ing two bodies ot water with a mountain as a background. Here twenty-seven religious sects have held services . . . The Cathedral is a memorial by the Sloane family to Lt. Sanderson Sloane, killed in action in Ger- tnany in the Second World War. In surroundings of ravishing grandeur and beauty have been New Hampshire Troubadour EVANS PRINTING CDMPANT CQNI i !'•• N. H. erected before the congregations' seats of massive planks an altar, a lectern, a baptismal font, and pulpit, with stones from every state in the union, from the Dead Sea, Mount of Olives, Vatican, Coliseum, Creat Wall of China, battlefields, and sites of famous events in history. It is not advertised. There is no charge. There are thousands of reverent visitors from all parts of the nation and the world. There- is no obligation. All is free. Mr. Douglas Sloane spoke to the crowd. He pointed out rare and beautiful stones in the font and lectern, the petrified wood from Arizona and Idaho, and then we were startled to see him point to a stone near the top of the altar and say "This stone, known as Dayton limestone, is from the quarry from which the Old Courthouse at Dayton, Ohio, was made, said by the late eminent architect, Ralph Adams Cram, to be the finest thing in America. Roy G. Fitzgerald 15 ^'?* '•Mr*" A LOW OPINION — Dorothy Hanson Today on my no-trespass sign A robin sat— Copper-colored, pert, Possessive, fat. You're welcome, Iriend, to all The meadow view The prohibition's not Designed for you. Only mankind are trespassers By law's decree. An angleworm, of course. Might disagree. 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Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour Subject The topic of the resource Troubadour Description An account of the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour was a publication of the State of New Hampshire's State Planning and Development Commission in Concord, NH from 1931-1950s. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource The State of New Hampshire Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available The State of New Hampshire Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1930s-1950s Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource NHSL Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource State of New Hampshire Troubadour PDF files of the Troubadour OCR OCR of the Troubadour BEAVER FALLS In Colebrook on the road to Stewartstown Hollow—Not as high as Montmorency, nor as mighty as the Niagara. but as beautiful in its simpiit ity The New Troubadour Hampshire One may now have primitive conditions or all modern comforts in log cabins high in the Xew Hampshire hills. Far from the city streets and city frets, one may find peace, quietness, and inner harmony The New Hampshire Troubadour comes to you every month, sinjiinK the praises of New Hampshire, a state whose beauty and opportunities may tempi you to come and share those good things that make life here so delightful, it is sent to you by the New Hampshire State Development Commission. Donald D. Tuttle, Executive Secretary, Concord, N. H. edited by Thomas 'Dre/er VOL. i NOVEMBER, 1931 A Village Makes Use of Ancient Crafts NO.8 FOR six years the people living in and near Center Sandwich have been developing skill and increasing their incomes by making things to be sold by the Sandwich Home Industries. Hundreds of persons have visited the building which houses the industries to see and to purchase examples of native handicrafts. Each rug, andiron, table, basket, pair of fire tongs, chair, bench, stool, luncheon set, jar of jelly, or what not, has been made within the limits of the town, and each thing is sold on a co-operative basis. Only ten per cent commission is deducted from the sale [trice. All the rest goes to the craftsman who did the work. If it were not for Mrs. J. Randolph Coolidge this organization would not be what it is. She has been the New Hampshirt Troubadour Page 3 the leader and inspirer, and it was Coolidge money, too, thai provided the original capital. More should be done elsewhere in the State to encourage home industries. Governor Winant recently appointed a commission, of which Mrs. Coolidge is the head, to co-operate with leaders in other towns. It is possible that eventually there may be a sufficient amount of home-made- products of the Sandwich kind to justify the formation of a co-operative marketing organization for tin- state as a whole. In tlie meantime the Sandwich Industries offer ideas and inspiration to other small towns. Visitors to tlie state also find a trip to Sandwich a pleasant adventure. The view from the high hill just before one drops down to Center Sandwich on tlie road from Moultonboro is one of the finest in the state. How one Man Bought a New Hampshire Farm IT is certain that there are no better satisfied owners of a farm in our state than Mr. and Mrs. Charles H. Watts. They have a house in Bronxville and another in Florida, but the place that means most to them is their farm home at Effingham. How they went aboul buying their place may interest you. The New Hampshire Troubadour Last spring Mr. Watts told his real estate man to invite proposals from all real estate dealers in Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont, and Massachusetts. Three thousand inquiries were sent out and four hundred replies received. This number was thinned down to seventy-five and that number of sets of pictures were furnished. Mr. and Mrs. Watts went over all these pictures and decided in favor of nine possible places. The first place they visited was in Maine. That on closer acquaintance did not appeal. Next was the George Towle place at Effingham. They liked that at once, but couldn't resist the appeal of another place that offered a house filled with antiques as a lure. This house was delightful but was turned down because, as Mr. Watts says, "there were too many gas stations and hot dog stands in the vicinity." As they were about to start on their second day's journey, Air. Watts and his wife agreed that inas- much as the Towle place was liked by both of them, there was little sense in looking further. They bought it immediately and workmen have been busy there all through the summer months, clearing out under- brush, trimming the fine big trees, opening up vistas, painting buildings, making flower gardens, and giving new life to the place. What adventures did you have in buying your New Hampshire home? / h, i .1 //um/i.s/an' Troubadout bi.r •- Manly boys are helped to become still more manly in Davis Field House and Gymnasium at Dartmouth College, Hanover. Under the inspiration of one of our country's recognized leaders. Dr. Ernest Martin Hopkins, Dartmouth is known as a place where students are taught to think as individuals and by so thinking to prepare themselves for usefulness in world affairs The Bards Stood High in Ireland PEOPLE who sing the good deeds of their country- men ought to be given a high position. Those who go about looking for the best in all persons and things, and who tell others about their discoveries, encourage people who are doing good work to do still better work. In Ireland, in the good old days, the king could wear a robe of seven colors. Next to him was the graduate bard, who wore six colors. Lords and ladies /',,,•,• t, The Hampshire Troubadom were permitted five governors of fortresses, four officers and gentlemen, three soldiers, two and the common people, only one. How many colors should we be permitted to wear, those of us who are singing the praises of New Hampshire and New Hampshire's worth-while people? After renting houses in the Lake Sunapee section for a couple of years, Samuel Crowther, the internationally known author, bought an old farm and is having a great time fixing it up without robbing it of the original simplicity, lie rejoiced especially when he discovered an old dam that was built more than ioo years ago in order to provide power for a little shop that turned out bowls for ships' compasses. The dam is built of blocks fully two feet square. The first thing Sam knows, he'll be a permanent resident and may open that shop again. He ought to practise in New Hampshire what he and Henry Ford talk about in their books — that is, getting people back into the country and providing them with factory jobs out where they can live on their own farms. Last summer more than 50 per cent of the sales made by Stewart Bosson of Meredith were of old places bought for the purpose of restoring them and Thi Wow Hampshire Troubadour Page? maintaining their original type. Old age does make its contribution of beauty. An old house that has been lived in for generations offers its new owners many fine treasures. As our secondary roads are improved, more and more of these old places attract people who want summer homes that may possibly be used all the year. era There Is Solitude in New Hampshire, Too Tut: camp on the shores of Dan Hole Pond, where George Rockwell spends as much time as he can spare from his business in the city, is reached by what is little better than a trail. One who doesn't care much what may happen to his car may get there by motor. The town road which one must take to reach the gate at the entrance to George's place is one over which it is well to drive carefully. When any attempt is made to improve that road, George bursts forth into what sounds like profane language, lie knows that bad roads insure privacy, and it is privacy and solitude that he wants when he goes to the country. Good roads, you see, may be bad roads in the sight of some people. It all depends upon what one wants. We asked (Ieorge one time what would happen if he were to meet another car on that narrow road. ! The New Hampshire Troubadour "If I met another car," answered George without hesitation, "I'd know it was time for me to move elsewhere." One doesn't have to move to the Galapagos Islands to find solitude. George Rockwell has found all he needs on Dan Hole Pond in New Hampshire. One of the newest of our hydro-electric plants. Fifteen Mile Falls Dam, Monroe. Electricity now enables people far in the country to enioy milking machines, iceless refrigerators, and motor-operated machinery, banishes kerosene lamps from the houses and lanterns from barns, provides cheap power for large and small manufacturing plants, and makes life richer and pleasanter The New Hampshire Troubadour Why Not Become Winter Visitors, Too? NOTHING makes The Goose so tarnashun mad as the question summer visitors often ask her when they call at her farm for Jersey milk, or to borrow a cat, or possibly a dog. They ask, "And what do you do up here during the winter? "Their at- titude is, " You poor souls, how can you exist away off here in the country when there is snow on the ground and there are no summer visitors with whom to talk?" The Goose (who in private life is Mrs. Alvin Hatch) printed this paragraph in her column in The Granite State News: "Fellow natives, what is your favorite answer to the remark made at your kitchen door, to the effect that after the summer people have betaken them- selves to their winter activities, we are left in a somnolent state without anything whatever to occupy our hands or minds (if any)? The Goose has never seemed to assemble just the right collection of words politely to convey the idea that we really live in the winter time. The notion seems to prevail that we kind of go to den like Harry Libby's bear and that only with the coming of spring do we dust ourselves oil and resume our normal activities. The pleasant way to clear up this haze would be for the summer folks to see more of us in the winter time. We'd like that tremendously and we feel sure they would too." Page 10 The New Hampshire Troubadour So, if you really want to know what fun it is to live in New Hampshire after the summer activities end, tome up in December or January or February — or any other month listed on your calendar — and you'll learn for yourself. Have you watched the snow drifting white across a meadow? Have you sat with a good look before a blazing fire? Have you gone sleighing? Or taken part in a picnic on the lake, with plenty of hot cocoa and good things to eat? Or had a jolly evening with a neighbor? Or gone skiing? Or taken a walk on snowshoes over the hills? Or stepped out of your house on a clear winter morning and just sniffed the fresh air? Or attended those jolly country dances? Or just dropped in on a neighbor for a friendly chat? There's true neighborliness and rich, quiet, comfortable living in the country era Two Boys and a Donkey TOMMIE HUNTER and Norman Updegraff just drove by in a rickety four-wheeled cart drawn by a somewhat reluctant donkey. They were moving forward, as any one with fairly good eyesight could tell by watching them pass a given mark, but they were in no danger of breaking any speed laws. Judg- ing by their laughter, though, they were wasting I'll-- New Hampshire Troubadour Page 11 Old stone bridges are vanishing from our trunk roads, but for many years you will find them as you see this one on our of the roads near Keene. Lovers of our state hope that in the future old stone and old covered wooden bridges will be maintained to remind us of a life that is past, even though modern traffic creates a demand for a wide steel or conrete bridge a stone's throw away none of their time wishing they were driving a high- powered roadster. Boys here in the country, where city competitive standards have not penetrated, are still fortunate in being able to find their pleasure in simple things. They do not feel compelled to keep up with anybody else'. They live their own lives. Curiously enough they find so many interesting things to keep them occupied that they seldom get into mischief or be- come heart-breaking problems to their parents. Even I, sitting here at my desk in what was once the old chic-ken house, chuckled as I watched the Page /-' I ia New Hampshire Troubadour two boys pretending they were slow race charioteers, or whatever it is they were playing .it being. Their happiness communicated itsell to me just as the happiness of all happy people enriches those who look on and tire at all receptive. Uprising versus Downsitting Our good friend, John Nolen, city planner and landscape architect, who has done so much to beautify cities and towns all over the I fnited States, tells us he heard a very amusing statement as to the lack of progress in communities. A discussion of public opinion brought out the statement thai progress is not impaired by the uprising of radicals, but by the downsitting of conservatives. If we had a great deal of money, which we have not, we would buy one abandoned farm after another and remodel the old buildings. Usually the only ones worth remodeling are the pioneer build- ings. Those built within the past ( tiarter of a century are nsitally ugly. The local contractors evidently wanted to show what they could do with curlicues and bay windows and jogs in the roofs. They saw no beauty in the simplicity of the early colonial. Hut, fortunately, there are left hundreds of the old build- ings that stand as a permanent invitation to those who tire thinking of owning beautiful country homes. The New Hampshire Troubadour One of the studios at the MacDowell Colony at Peterboro. Here, certainly, is a living monument to a great composer, erected by Mrs. Edward MacDowell who has dedicated her life to materialising her distinguished husband's dream. Here writers, musicians, and other workers in the tield of art, are given the opportunity to do their work under conditions that approach the idea! You can find in our state the kind of life you want. You can spend your time in luxurious hotels. You can own your own cottage at some exclusive country club like Bald Peak. You can rent or own a farm and live as simply or as luxuriously as you please. Free camping sites invite you to pitch your tent. You can find a location for your own cabin in a national park. Scores of over-night camps offer different qualities of accommodations. Even in the dead of winter you can find what you need if you are a lover of weather that makes your blood fairly sing through your reins. "It is our ultimate hope," said Governor John (',. Winant in one of his VVBZ-WBZA broadcasts, "to have our visitors sufficiently impressed with life in New Hampshire to become ultimately identified with community and state activities and join us as legal citizens of the state." Perhaps, if you continue to read The Troubadour regularly, you will respond to that invitation. Why not plan to join the Boston and Maine winter trips which are to lie held again this year after the snow falls? On some Sundays last winter over 1,000 persons filled the special trains. Eventually these Sunday trips on special trains will develop into week-end trips. More and more of our present summer hotels will become all-the-year-round resorts. New Hampshire Troubadour Jeanne Phelps, thirteen, who lives with her mother and grand- mother on a farm near New Boston every summer, takes care of two horses and her own flock of hens. She waters, feeds, and cleans the horses, and handles her chickens like a young business woman. She had 190 hens this past summer. Not many girls have more real enjoyment. Jeanne would like to live on the farm all the time. Possibly if you have children who do not know what to do with them- selves, or cannot keep out of mischief, a farm stocked with animals of their very own may be the solution of your problem. I Those city people who own New Hampshire homes are forming the habit of eating Thanksgiving dinner in them. Thanksgiving par-ties in the country are great fun. For forty years Dr. Charles Jefferson, one of America's most influential and best loved preachers, has been summering at Fitzwilliam, not far from Mt. Monadnock. He came first as a student preacher. Later he built bis own cottage and persuaded many of his friends to follow his example. When he preaches in the tillage church on the last Sunday in I'h? New Hampshire Troubadour August, people drive for a hundred miles or more to hear him. At 71 Dr. Jefferson still plays tennis. New Hampshire helps people to live long and happily. Winter visitors find much sport in our state. Why not enjoy your Thanksgiving Day turkey in New Hampshire this year? Strenuous Alpinists may struggle up the steep face of this cliff and refresh themselves afterwards by bathing in the clear waters of the little lake. Mountains and lakes are tossed hittier and thither for the amusement of the lovers of out-of-doors Ibige Is The Simple Things of Earth are Loveliest By Margaret E. Bruner A lire on the hearth, the lamplight's glow The hour when the heart rinds peace and rest, A mother's lullaby crooned soft and low The wayside blossom, tiny woodland stream That sings a happy, lilting roundelay Solt, Billowy clouds that drift as in a dream, The hush of dawn, the sun's last flaming ray The friendh' trees that give of fruit and shade. The tendrils of the grape-like clinging hands I I there are scenes more gorgeously arrayed, But these the heart has known and understands. Mankind has reached the pinnacle of potter, Idas Conquered land and skv and ocean's crest, And yet. when comes the heart's deep, prayerful hour, lie knows the simple things are loveliest. RUMFORD PRESS. CONCORD. N H. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour Subject The topic of the resource Troubadour Description An account of the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour was a publication of the State of New Hampshire's State Planning and Development Commission in Concord, NH from 1931-1950s. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource The State of New Hampshire Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available The State of New Hampshire Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1930s-1950s Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource NHSL Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource State of New Hampshire Troubadour PDF files of the Troubadour OCR OCR of the Troubadour THE NEW HAMPSHIRE TROUBADOUR OCTOBER 1944 PEACEFUL SENTINELS. "The birch, most shy and ladylike of trees." James Russell Lowell Saywer Pictures The New Hampshire Troubadour COMES TO YOU EVERY MONTH SINGING THE PRAISES OF NEW HAMPSHIRE, A STATE WHOSE BEAUTY AND OPPORTUNITIES SHOULD TEMPT YOU TO COME AND SHARE THOSE GOOD THINGS THAT MAKE LIFE HERE SO DELIGHTFUL. IT IS SENT TO YOU BY THE STATE PLANNING AND DEVELOPMENT COMMISSION AT CONCORD, NEW HAMPSHIRE. SUBSCRIPTION: 5O CENTS A YEAR EDITOR OF OUTDOORS Dere Editor — DONALD TUTTLE, EDITOR October, 1944 HANK SAYS: Last week-end I was down to Saleratus, setting on Hooker Hanson's store steps, cleaning my pipe and settling the affairs of the world with Smeller Smith and his hired man Jug Hed Murphy ^^^k^^ff ^^ IV ^^^^f~*" and Hooker hisself and the Hon. Jug Peavey. We was just starting to get world affairs settled in good shape when Slim Jones, a late Sergeant with the U. S. Marines, comes along in his pick-up. He goes in to get hisself a coke and a deck of cigarettes, a roll of barbed wire, a bag of flour and a cupple of pickril hooks. When he comes out and loads same into his pick-up, Smeller Smith says, "I will buy you a cupple of seegars if you will know off the crow in the field over there, for I need him to hang up in my garding." Slim, who carries a Jap slug in his left hip as a life-time sooveneer New Hampshire Troubadour of his recent travels, limps over to his truck and extracts his Model 70 Winchester and slips the caps offien the Alaskan and gets into the sling and sets down and squeezes off two or three times. Then he slips a catridge into the chamber. Jug Hed Murphy asks, "Which eye you going to take him in, Sergeant?" "The right eye," Slim sez, and massages the trigger very gentle. There is a loud noise. Way out in the field the crow gives a kick and cupple of flutters and lays very quiet and peaceful. The Hon. Committee walks out to view the remainders. When we pick up said crow his right eye is missing. Jug Hed Murphy says, "That is almost as good shooting as I used to do with my old .44 Winchester carbine. I could drive the cork in a bottle with that gun two out of three times at two hundred yards and not bust the glass." "That wasn't good shooting. Jug Hed," says Slim. "That was a miracle just like this shot was. The best rifle made will hardly shoot into two inches at one hundred yards or four inches at two hun- dred, using a machine rest in dead air. When you figure the factors of error of aim, error of hold, powder load variations, barril whip, bullit drift and wind drift, it's a miracle you hit anything. A crow is just about a two-inch bullseye after you peel the feathers off. Hitting him anywhere at two hundred is just bull luck, let alone shooting his eye out." The Hon. Jug Peavey he hikes his paunch up into a more com- fortable posishun and sets down on his box on the store porch and says, "We are glad to hear an honest man for a change. I was deer hunting up in the Magalloway five years ago. After due delibera- tion and consideration I took with me a lightweight .45-70 fitted with a large aperture sight on the rear and a large ramp-mounted red bead on front. Due to my excess poundage I sit and watch. I am not an active hunter. On this particular afternoon, the weight of evidence seemed to indicate that I should watch a certain tote road. 4 The October 1944 Lake Winnipesaukee from Abenaki Tower I did. Just at dusk a large, I might say a very large, buck stepped along the road toward me. The wind was from him to me. The sun was behind me and in his eyes. I was sitting in the shade. "I congratulated myself that I was going to drop him right in that tote road, only two hundred yards from the auto road. I laid the red bead on the center of his chest and squeezed off." "How much he weigh?" asked Hooker. "Weigh, my dear fellow? Weigh?" asks The Hon. Jug. "I never had a chance to weigh him. I missed him at thirty-five yards. It was the best miss I ever made in a long life in the hunting field." "I made a better miss than that once," sez the late Sgt. Jones. "I was leading a patrol and came around the bend of the trail. jXew Hampshire Troubadour 5 HAROLD ORNE m *M "The Square" Miljord. Soldier Memorial and Town Hall HAROLD ORNE There were two Japs beating their gums and waving their hands at each other not twenty-five yards off. That was duck soup. I just unlatched the Tommy from the hip. The burst never touched them. They jumped like two burned cats." "They get away?" asks the Hon. Jug Peavey in a mournful voice. "No, not exactly. The feller next me was a North Carolina duck hunter and he made as nice a double as you ever saw. Very, very nice." Hooker Hanson drives a match through his seegar butt so to get a few more drags officii it without starting to make a conflagrashun out of hisself. "I ain't never made such dramatic misses as that, but I made wun wunce that cost me more money. Last spring they was a old buck skunk coming into my wood shed every night and 6 The October 1944 scaring my dear wife about to death." We all looked at each other when he sed that, for we knowed that nothing short of a bull ele- phant would scare Mrs. Hooker. "And my dear wife she ast me to shoot it. So I brang the old .44-40 Frontier home from the store. Now I am pretty handy with a Frontier if I do say so. That night I took me and a five-cell flashlight and the Frontier into the shed. "When I come out into the shed I snapped on the light and it lit right onto that skunk. He was on a pile of kindling about fifteen feet away. Him and me drawed and fired simeltaneous." "He hit you?" asts Smeller. "Nope, and I didn't hit him either. The first bullit went through a brand new wash tub hanging on the wall. No. 2 ruined a per- fectly good cross-cut saw. No. 3 went into the garage behind the shed and blowed a tire on my home brew tractor. No. 4 was never accounted for. No. 5 opened up a five-gallon can of kerosene. No. 6 hit the last bottle of good Scotch I had hid to celebrate the day sumbuddy shoots Hitler. That concluded the festivities as far as the skunk was concerned. He sort of sneered at me and waddled off. Me, I went into the house, after picking up the pieces. My dear wife kept jawing at me till midnight." "Speaking of misses," says Jug Hed Murphy, "another crow has just lit out in that field. What do you say, Sarge?" Slim he treads over to his pick-up and gets another catridge and slips it into the Model 70 and slides the caps oflen the Alaskan and tightens up the sling. "Make it the left eye this time," says Jug Hed. When the Hon. Committee went down to examine the remain- ders we found that the left eye had been removed neater than a hundred-dollar-per-day doctor and the Mayo clinic could of did it. Nobuddy said nothing for quite a while. Not even Jug Hed. Up and at 'em, HANK — Parker Met. Merrew in Outdoors Magazine New Hampshire Troubadour 7 MANCHESTER — The Queen City Originally known as Harrytown, it was granted by Masonian proprietors in 1735 to the "Snowshoe Men" of Capt. William Tyng at Tyng's Town. It was incorporated in 1751 as Derryfield. In 1810 the name was changed to Manchester after the cotton center of England. Pictures, left to right: 1. Notre Dame bridge, Merrimack River, and small part TR^IL \u\i of famous Amoskeag Mills. 2. Boston and Maine Railroad station. 3. Currier Gallery of Art. 4. Market Street, City Hall and Federal Reserve Bank at left, Franklin Street Church at right, Amoskeag Bank Building in background. 5. Women's Center, U.S.O. 6. City Post Office. 7. Manchester Central High Schools. 8. State Armory. Pictures by Manchester Union-Leader. x> tmw^: •c„^pw .•-,-.....,• -'% ,.rA- *-s-- v^.. ivjfc feft^S^HS**'!***T?J « 1 * I.,:.. 'l.*i<7&'. -A'^'TK*. A "New Hampshire Cottage" at Wakefield O suns and skies and flowers of June, Count all your boasts together. Love loveth best of all the year October's bright blue weather. HELEN HUNT JACKSON CHORE TIME by Haydn S. Pearson IN THE CHRISTIAN SCIENCE MONITOR CHORE TIME in winter on the farm. Soft, large flakes of snow drift down past the apartment windows in the city. Four 10 The October 1944 o'clock. Streets are lighted. Indistinct figures hurry along the avenue. Four o'clock on a winter afternoon. On a New England farm, years ago, that was the signal to start the "chores." A homely, peaceful, story-telling word. The family was known in the town as a "reading family." Sometimes at four o'clock it was hard to put aside Dickens or Scott or Shakespeare. For in this family stormy winter days were reading days. The school was three miles distant and experiences with winter storms had convinced the father and mother that lessons would better be done at home. How the children worked to finish them! And when the mother had heard the lessons and was satisfied as to their completion, the rest of the day- was free for reading. But chore time was a happy time. And after a day with books we welcomed a period of activity. We bundled up in the kitchen — boots, stocking cap, overalls, sweaters, mackinaw and mittens. First the paths had to be shoveled — to the barn, to the hen- house, and to the mail box. John, the hired man who had been with the family forty years, and father, enjoyed it as much as the children. There were snowball flurries, and shovelfuls of light snow that descended on one's head unexpectedly. It was fun to go into the big barn. The cow tie-up was warm. The cows mooed softly and rattled their neck stanchions. They wanted some of the good clover hay. The Jerseys were gentle. No harsh words or actions were permitted. We children scrambled up the ladder to the great mow. We pitched forkfuls of hay down to the floor. Twenty cows, four horses, and a dozen young stock ate a lot. Then we jumped from the mow to the hay on the floor. It was a jump of a dozen feet, and we would sink completely from sight. Up the ladder we would scramble again chuckling and shouting. New Hampshire Troubadour 11 Dover High School and Civil War Monument John had usually fed the hens, but we gathered the eggs and emptied the drinking buckets so the water would not freeze during the night and break them. We children took most of the care of the young stock, fed them, watered them, and curried them. For each year we entered our own at the County Fair and the money we earned went mostly into the bank toward college. When the barn was clean and the cows brushed, the cows were 12 The October 1044 A. THORNTON GRAY milked and the cream separated. The skim milk was given to the pigs and calves. Then the cows were turned out into the yard to drink. On cold days pails full of hot water were brought from the kitchen to temper the water in the tank. "Why can't the cows drink cold water if the deer and birds and foxes do?" we asked John. "Well," said John in his thoughtful way, "they don't have to give warm milk that makes cream so children can have shoes and books and sleds." It was lots of fun to take care of the horses. We were allowed to lead the two Belgian mares, Nell and Bess, to the trough. We put the home-raised corn and oats into the mangers. We spread a deep layer of clean oat straw for a bed. The colts were too skittish and lively for children to handle. John used to let them out last, slip off the headstalls, open the yard gate, and let them run. How they loved it. Through the snow they galloped, heels flying high, heads up, shorting and whinnying with exuberance. Across the fields, they went, disappearing in the dusk. A moment later they came back, flashing past us, into the orchard, round the barn. Then John would bring a wooden measure half full of corn and shake it as the colts went by. Sometimes they tried to stop so quickly they almost sat down, and they followed John into the barn. After the stock ate their grain, the mangers were all heaped high with hay. Then we put big shovelfuls of sweet-smelling pine sawdust under the cows and in the calf pens. The kerosene lanterns, hanging from nails in the timbers, cast soft yellow gleams of light. Corners were full of mysterious shadows. Outside, the barn door was carefully closed, the milk house se- cured, and in single file, the lanterns glowing and our figures throwing long shadows, we went to the house for supper. Chore time was over. New Hampshire Troubadour 13 FRONT COVER: Autumn scene in Canterbury. Kodachrome by F. R. Wentworth. Color plates, courtesy Rumford Press. BACK COVER: Looking toward Dixville Notch from Errol. Photo by Douglas Armsden. NEW BOOKS "Apple Rush," by Katherine Southwick Keeler. A delightfully written and illustrated book, primarily for children but also interesting to adults, about the apple picking season in a New Hampshire Orchard. (Thomas Nelson & Sons, New York, $2.00). "New Hampshire," Country stories and pictures arranged by Keith Jenni- son. (Henry Holt and Company, New York, $2.50). The start of an old deed conveying property in Grafton County reads, "Beginning at a stick in a hole in the ice." Avis Turner French, author of the poem on the back cover, lives in Antrim, New Hampshire. 8500 Dartmouth men, representing 38 per cent of all living alumni, are in the Armed Forces. 14 We cannot express our appreciation of the help rendered by clubs, organizations, and individuals in securing the names and addresses of New Hampshire men and women in the Armed Services. It is of particular importance at this time that these lists are kept up to date, and we shall appreciate your continued cooperation in making sure that each copy of the Troubadour is delivered without delay by sending in all of the latest addresses. We regret that limitations of time and facilities make it impossible for us to reply personally to the hundreds of fine letters we have received from Service men and women stationed in all parts of the world. To all of you we send our appreciation and best wishes. Donald Tuttle, Editor The October 1944 The other day Thomas H. Alger of Cottage street, this city, was in a local lumber yard spending a fortune for a stick of soft pine and a man in clean white overalls was just ahead paying his bill. The clerk gave him his change and said, "Thank you, Mr. Peaslee." "Peaslec—that sounds like New Hampshire to me," remarked Mr. Alger. The carpenter wheeled around partly suspicious, " Who do you know in New Hampshire?" "Well, I got a 60-acre farm up in East Weare," Mr. Alger replied, " a n d it's known as the Peaslee place. My next door neighbor is mowing my fields right now and his name is Leon Peaslee. Do you know him?" "Well, I ought to, he's my brother," the man replied. Finally Mr. Peaslee said, "By the way, who are you, a Yeaton or a Straw, or somep'n?" "No," Mr. Alger said, "I'm just a local guy. My name is Tom Alger of Brockton. I don't really belong up there. My family is about as thick around here as you Peaslees are up in the hills." "Well," Mr. Peaslee said, "that kind of evens things up cause I just bought the Frank Alger farm in Raynham." — Brockton Daily News. New Hampshire Troubadour RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD,N.H. Ordination Rttck, Tamtcorth. A part of the inscription rtmds: "Memorial of the Ordination on this Rock September 12. 1792, of Reverend Samuel Hidden, as pastor of the Congregational Church of Tamworth instituted on that day. He came into the wilderness and left it a fruitful field. To perpetuate the memory of his virutes and public services, a grandson bearing his honored name, provided for the erection of this cenotaph—1862." <LTTJ For the present, at least, we can accept a limited number of Christmas gift subscriptions to the Troubadour. A special Christmas card is sent with the current number stating that beginning with the January issue the Troubadour will be sent, either for one or two years, as a Christmas gift from you. 15 LETTER IN OCTOBER Avis Turner French in the Boston Herald I shall not write of troubled times, But everything that stills The heart to peace, how blue mist falls Across majestic hills, How crimson maple leaves shine through The late October sun, How crickets play their symphonies When autumn days are done. I shall write simple things, how geese Fly south in letter V, So sure up there alone they bring New values home to me, And if he glimpses past my words To some I do not tell, Perhaps he will be proud and think "She plays the game quite well Thus I can do my best at war," Then he will smile I know To learn the quiet ways at home, For he has loved them so. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available State of New Hampshire Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context troubadour101944 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource State of New Hampshire Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour October 1944 Description An account of the resource <em>Enjoy the October 1944 issue of The New Hampshire Troubadour! 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Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour Subject The topic of the resource Troubadour Description An account of the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour was a publication of the State of New Hampshire's State Planning and Development Commission in Concord, NH from 1931-1950s. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource The State of New Hampshire Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available The State of New Hampshire Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1930s-1950s Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource NHSL Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource State of New Hampshire Troubadour PDF files of the Troubadour OCR OCR of the Troubadour The Christmas Number of the New Hampshire Troubadour Christmas Greetings from Governor Winant To ALL my fellow members of that cheerful company, the read- ers of The New Hampshire Troubadour, Christmas Greetings! At this season, every day sees carloads of Christmas greens shipped from New Hamp- shire hills to our great cities, there to typify the holiday spirit. And so The Troubadour carries each month to dwellers in those cities, and to many of our home folks as well, a genial, helpful, wise, and witty message of appreciation for the New Hampshire of to- day and of inspiration for the New Hampshire of tomorrow. Christmas Greetings from Governor VVinant John G. Winant The New Hampshire Troubadour comes to you every month, singing the praises of New Hampshire, a state whose beauty and opportunities may tempt you to come and share those good things that make life here so delightful. It is sent to you by the New Hampshire State Development Commission, Donald D. Tuttle, Executive Secretary, Concord, N. H. VOL. 1 Edited by Thomas Dreier DECEMBER, 1931 Christmas All the Year NO. 9 THE days before Christmas are the happiest of the year for most youngsters. This is because of their attitude of expectancy. They are half-pleased and half-tormented by a delicious uncertainty. Some- thing is coming that will make them happy. That much they know. But what? There is the mystery. It is this Christmas attitude of the child that even we grown-ups should try to keep all through the year. We know that when we plunge into the days in expectation of great things we feel a rare happiness. There is an aura around us that com- municates itself even to our surroundings and to those with whom we come in contact. The happiness we think is hidden inside us shows itself. There is a new note in our voice, an eager look in our eyes. The New Hampshire Troubadour To those that expect shall be given. They are rewarded for their belief in the divinity of desire. They know that the supply of good is unlimited and that all they need to do is to get in tune. It is the receptive person to whom the world gives its choicest treasures. The conqueror may have his great moments, but his pleasure is coarse compared with that of the person who is given things because they belong to him by rights which no conqueror understands. The receptive person is not merely acquiescent. lie is not negative or indifferent. His eager ex- pectancy, liner than a demand, makes a magnet that draws to him what he needs for his work. For that is all he asks. Mere accumulations of things, even beautiful and precious things, make no appeal to him. All he takes is what will help him express himself more completely in service. The eagerly receptive person never loses the spirit that makes Christmas what it is. Santa Claus comes every day to him. or nearly every day. The unexpectedness of his coming and going is what makes life such a happy adventure. Expect Good Fortune and the guest for whom you prepare will come and live with you. The White Mountain National Forest covers an ana of 522,000 acres. The New Hampshire Troubadour Photo hy George F. Slade Midwinter magic. Here fairies have been at work. Or were they merely playing with diamonds which they left clinging to trees and shrubs when they dropped off to sleep, to lilt music of the eager young brook which is hurrying along carrying messages from the hills to the sea? Pleasures in Contact With Earth THESE is something about life in the country that satisfies the natural man. Love of the soil is part of our inheritance. Although we live in an in- dustrial civilization, we really are children of a civilization that was purely agricultural. The New Hampshire Troubadour Bertrand Russell says he saw a boy two years old who had been brought up in London taken out for the first time to walk in green country. The season was winter and everything was wet and muddy. To the adult eye there was nothing to cause delight, but in the boy there sprang up a strange ecstasy. He knelt on the wet ground, put his face in the grass, and gave utterance to half-inarticulate cries of delight. Mr. Russell goes on to say that many pleasures, of which we may take gambling as a good example, have in them no element of this contact with earth. Such pleasures, in the instant when they cease, leave a man feeling dusty and dissatisfied, hungry for he knows not what. "The special kind of boredom," says Air. Russell, "from which modern urban populations suffer, is intimately bound up with their separation from the life of earth. It makes life hot and dusty and thirsty, like a pilgrimage in the desert. Among those who are rich enough to choose their way of life, the particular brand of unendurable boredom from which they suffer is due, paradoxical as this may seem, to their fear of boredom. In flying from the fructifying kind of boredom they fall a prey to the other, far- worse kind. A happy life must be, to a great extent, a quiet life, for it is only in an atmosphere of quiet that true joy can live." The New Hampshire Troubadour It's because an ever-increasing number of men and women are discovering this truth for themselves that they are seeking homes in the country. To many of them gardening yields infinitely greater joy than golf ever did or ever could. The amusements of the city night clubs seem cheap and tawdry in comparison with an evening in the country when the neighbors drop in for a friendly visit. r. Here are the dogs and men as they looked when they were training at Wonalancet N. H., for the South Pole Expedition. There are other dogs now at Wonalancet, dogs that you will want for your very envn if you go there to be tempted. Photo by Warren Boyer J5 The Matterhorn of the White Mountains is Mount Chocorua. What an appetite comes to the city man or woman who follows the winter trails up the heights! A week's vaeation in winter in the White Mountains will send you back to the city with new strength for the rest ot the winter's work. What Is High Standard Living? WE are told that we must not lower our stand- ard of living. Just what does that mean? Some tell us that we go down the scale when our smaller income compels us to give up our extra car and try to be content with one. Others weep Page 8 The New Hampshire Troubadour Photo by George Slade TM because lower income means fewer night clubs or no betting at all on the golf course. What makes a man feel rich? Do material pos- sessions alone give him that feeling? Then all millionaires ought to be bubbling over with happi- ness. Yet in the old story it was the shirtless man who was the only truly happy man in the kingdom. Apparently happiness is connected in some way or other with what we think and feel. Our intellect and our emotions are of more importance than some of us realize. How have I lowered my living standard when I substitute running the lawn mower or cutting brush for golf? Does the rider in the automobile see more and enjoy more than the person who walks? That is admittedly a debatable question. A hundred dollars invested in books or a course of study may enrich one far more than a million invested in a yacht. Our money income is important, of course, but too often its importance is exaggerated. A woman committed suicide because her husband's income dropped down to where it permitted the use of a Ford but denied the continuance of the sixteen- cylinder Cadillac. That woman's appreciation of true values was warped. India's great leader is demonstrating that material wealth and world influence do not necessarily go together. A rich life The New Hampshire Troubadour Page 9 Photo by Walter R. Merrimar In the twinkling of an eye, a bobsled can turn solemn oldsters into joyous, shouting youngsters. Now, think of the joys of a sleigh ride on a sunny afternoon or on a moonlight night. Can't you hear the snow crunching under the runners? Here is one happy group at Pecketts' on Sugar Hill. may have nothing whatever to do with rich foods, rich clothes, or material luxury. Rich living is the result of entertaining rich thoughts and emotions. From Mount Washington to California A woman from California, according to James Langley, searched about last summer on the top of Mount Washington for a rock to be taken across the The New Hampshire Troubadour continent for her rock garden. "The particular merit of the stone on the mountain sides," says Mr. Langley, "is its discoloration by time and by the accumulation of moss or other animal or vegetable growths until its surface of beautiful dull grey has become spotted with an entrancing mixture of rich shades of green." Mr. Langley, who is editor of The Concord Monitor, tells us that Mount Washing- ton's alpine flowers are also in much demand by- rock gardeners. Thank God for Quiet Things WHEN the holiday season of the year comes with its uncounted liberated desires which find expression in generosity and neighborliness, we ought to pause and think about those things that during the past year have contributed most to our happiness and contentment of spirit. Most of us discover that we find our greatest joy in simple things. It may have been no more than the fleeting smile of some well-beloved, the gurgling laughter of a baby, the sight of the stars at night, moonlight seen through pine trees, a garden of old-fashioned flowers, the clasp of a friend's hand, a letter that came to us when we were in trouble, or a kindly- emotion aroused by the thought of some one to whom we wished to do good. The New Hampshire Troubadour Perhaps it would be well for each of us during this holiday season, when we may be tempted to think that only gifts suggestive of lavish spending count, to read these verses by Winifred Savage Wilson: Thank God for quiet things! The little brook below the hill Where browsing cattle drink their fill, The (lancing shadows on the ground That pirouette without a sound, This old, gray stile whereon I rest That countless simple feet have pressed, The fields that stretch away, away To meet the sky-line, soft and gray. Thank 1 aid for quiet things! The placid moon that conies at night To clothe my little world in while, As there I walk the old brick way Where flowers their modest faces lay. Then I rejoice to think of Him Who walked the lanes of Galilee, And, in the seamless garment dressed, Brought solace (or the world's unrest. Be mine the peace his promise brings. Oh! 1 thank God for quiet things! tt-fa) Those of us who lead double lives, spending half our time in the city and half in the country, are like the child who, as Charles S. Brooks describes him, /''ire /-' Tin- New Hampshire Troubadour "stands on the rim of magic, one foot in fairyland; and, like a tree that stands above a sunlit pool, he questions which sky is his reality." There are actually two hotels on the top of Mt. Wash- ington, the Summit House and the Tip-Top House. Here is the place to go to watch the sun rise and also to watch f it set. The Sunday morning winter excursion trains of lli? Hoston &' Maine Railroad tarry hundreds of skiiers and snow slitters from Boston and way stations to the hills an.I woods of New Ha mo- shire. More than a thou- sand men. women, and children enjoy these ex- cursions Sunday after Sunday. Photo by Warren Boyef Our Front Cover When you climb up from Pinkham Notch through Tuckerman's Ravine, where yon look down upon Hermit Lake or over the tops of the trees to Boott Spur, you'll feel like kneeling down and giving thanks for snow-covered moun- tains. At your right is the famous Head Wall of Tuckerman's, up which so many eager men and women climb laboriously to reach the top of the king of them all, Mount Washington. Photo bv Harold I. Orne. Archaeological research tells us that The Weirs was the Great Meeting Place of the early Amer- ican Indians, and the largest settlement in New England. Now it is a popular summer resort. The old-time redskins have given way to the brown-skinned bathing beauties. For the purpose of raising money to make themselves more attractive, Salmon Falls and South Berwick, separated only by the Salmon Falls River, held a community auction last summer. Articles auctioned were donated. Each donor was paid a small percentage of the selling price of the article. The money is to be used in beautifying the roadsides at the entrance to the towns. Every year more of our towns are interesting themselves in the work of beautification. Stewart Bosson has a birch bark canoe made by the Indians. Its true history has not been entirely learned, but it is known that among its users have been the poet, John Greenleaf Whittier, and that distinguished educator, Dr. Charles William Eliot. Imagine the joy of its present owner in this canoe that links the old with the new. Next season there probably will be few places in New Hampshire more beautiful than the Neidner estate, near Hillsboro. You will understand why it is called Rosewald Farm when you see the thousands of rose bushes. Beauti- ful stone walls have been built and outside of them roses have been planted. Eventually this will be one of the finest show places in western New Hampshire. John Pearson just came in to talk enthusiastically of the museum that Ira H. Morse has built at Warren, here is a rare collection of mounted animals and trophies collected in the African jungle The New Hampshire Troubadour during 1626 and 1027. There are also curios from India, China and Japan. This is another splendid gift to the state — a companion to the Libby Museum on the shore road between Wolfeboro and Melvin Village. Mr. Morse and Dr. Libby deserve the thanks of all of us. In the White Mountain district are 86 mountain peaks, 13 of which are over 3,000 feet above sea level and 11 of which are over 5,000 feet high. Here are 600 miles of moun- tain trails, more than 500 lakes, 53 camps for boys and 33 for girls, 62 golf courses, hundreds of miles of paved automobile roads, trout streams everywhere, and almost any kind of country pleasure you care to find. The big living room of the Summit House, on the top of Mt. Washington, is 102 by 37 feet, with beamed ceilings and a big open fireplace. There's room for 80 guests in the dining room, and rooms upstairs, with twin beds, accommodate 22 guests. Of course there are also electric lights and hot and cold water. The Gift He Liked WHAT a human note was struck by the poet who wrote this verse: "What a lovely lot of pretty things!" Mary turned to thank the kneeling Kings. And then to Him; "See what they have for you: Spices and myrrh and silks all gold and blue. And see this sparkling stone!" He hid His head Against a little woolly lamb instead. The New Hampshire Troubadour Christmas By FRANK H. SWEET Ho! ho! thrice ho! for the mistletoe, Ho! for the Christmas holly; And ho! for the merry boys and girls Who make the day so jolly. And ho! for the deep, new-fallen snow, For the lace-work on each tree, And ho! for the joyous Christmas bells That ring so merrily. Ho! ho! thrice ho! for the tire's warm glow. For the mirth and the cheer within; And ho! for the tender, thoughtful hearts, And the children's merry din. Ho! ho! for the strong and loving girls. For the manly, tender boys, And ho! thrice ho! for the coming home To share in the Christmas joys. RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD. N H. 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Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available State of New Hampshire Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context troubadour091931 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource State of New Hampshire Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour September 1931 Description An account of the resource <em>Enjoy the September 1931 issue of the New Hampshire Troubadour! </em><!--more--> <em>[gview file="http://nhlibraries.org/history/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/Troubadour1931SeptemberFinal.pdf"]</em> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1931 Type The nature or genre of the resource Magazine Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource 16-page booklet Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant New Hampshire Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT UNDETERMINED: This Rights Statement should be used for Items for which the copyright status is unknown and for which the organization that has made the Item available has undertaken an (unsuccessful) effort to determine the copyright status of the underlying Work. 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