The chalet, made of pine logs hewn and jointed in the woods, near by erected without the use of nails and varnished to. give a pleasing appearance inside and outside, embraces a large hall, lounge with massive fireplace which 2 will take six-foot logs, kitchen quarters, and more than a dozen Bedrooms, In the latter are steel beds of the latest mode and at the head of each is an electric bulb which, when tarned, automatically, starts' the electric plant in a building one hundred yards away. There hot and cold. running water the bedrooms. Pure cold water pumped electrically from a well and brings modern comforts those enjoying life within walking Gistance of trails which only bears and deer use,"
From the porches of the chalet, entered through modern, white enamed bungalow doors, one may Jock across the lake and see the trout jumping after flies, the fish-hawks pouncing from tree top nests in search of trout for supper. Pelicans visit occasionally, while in their seasons deer and bear often may be seen drinking' at the edge of the lake.
Ont: of: contact with telegraph oF telephone, and mail obtainable only when it is "fetched," 4,700 feot above Pacific Coast level, such is Penask, the: chosen-spot for retreat cly Mr, and Mrg..J..D.. Dole. There advantages they cause to human Deings who ws to go to sleep! and cannot, T just, read in a recent issue of "Harper's" a moat enlightening article on noise as a vital social problem, and my mind reverted tothe years I lived in Shanghai—it did not matter when ther it were far out in the French Concession, in Bubbling Well or in the Shanghai Club (though one expects it there)—and was called upon to tolerate the "noises from which Shanghai never seems to be res up with malaria once in Yuen Ming Yuen Road, I felt that [would literally go out of my mind because of the noises. at_ all} hours of the day and night. But} it was the same abt at. my home in Route Ferguson. Later, I lived for some years at the Club, where ft was impossible for me to get to sleep until well on past mide night, not, (as some may think) on! account of the conviviality of my colleagues in the lower quarters of that happy hostelry, but-because of the racket of the Old "Yang-king-pang, the clatter of the. servants who sloped around in slippers on hot nights and yelled at the top their voices to neighbours across the way, the subject being of course the eternal problem of money. Night in Shanghai.in my time was turned into day and day; into night—and T'll wager that it not much better to-day.
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