Fun at the Algonquin
Gay St. Andrews
The Old Town Shaken from Centre to Circumference
"The Saint Andrews people have been sighing for excitement and they have got it. Never in its history has the old Shiretown experienced such a season of gayety as during the past fortnight. That there is truth in the old adage, 'it never rains but it pours' has once more been clearly demonstrated. The first event to break the monotony was the arrival of the military. Since then St. Andrews society has been all in a flutter of excitement. The second event of importance, which followed close upon the heels of the first, was the opening of the Algonquin hotel, and the ball which marked that auspicious occasion will not soon be forgotten. Two or three little dances since then have served to keep the wheels of society in motion. On Thursday evening last another important society event transpired, the echoes of which can still be distinctly heard at intervals. On account of the official character of the opening ball, many St. Andrews people who would otherwise have been invited were not present. To allay any feeling that his action might have occasioned, Manager Jones, in his goodness of heart, thought it would be nice to tender a complimentary dance to the St. Andrews people, and at the same time invite the military officers to participate. As the soldiers had but a day or two to remain in camp, there was no time for any formal invitations to be distributed. Mr. Jones accordingly impressed a committee of young ladies into his service, and verbal invitations were extended to a number of persons. It was given out that the affair was to be of a purely informal character, but instead of that, it developed into one of the most brilliant society events that the town ahs ever witnessed. Between sixty and seventy couples assembled at the Algonquin to partake of Mr. Jones's hospitality. The majority of the ladies and the gentlemen, too, appeared in full dress. Low necked dresses, short sleeves and claw hammer collars predominated. Those people who had been deluded into the idea that the affair was to be altogether informal, and who had not come decked out in ball costume, felt considerably nettled, but as the evening wore on, and the exquisite music of the orchestra tempted them into the mazy dances, they forgot their grievances and were soon enjoying themselves like the rest."
When the sun is hiding, and great drops of rain are falling, the guests gather with their novels, or their newspapers, or their knitting, or their games, around the comfortable-looking fire places, and enjoy themselves as they would around their "ain fireside." And those who have neither novels, nor newspapers, knitting or games to amuse them, assemble in the parlor, and listen to the rapturous music of the orchestra. And then when the sun comes out again, and the clouds disperse, and bay and river, and island, and mountain and forest are revealed more beautiful than before, everybody is so enthused that they have not the heart to grumble even though there should be any cause for it.
Mr. Carter has already demonstrated that he possesses the necessary qualities to make a successful landlord. Considerate of his guests, and considerate of his subordinates, courteous in his demeanour to all, ever watchful of the comfort of those who are under his care, he is esteemed by every one with whom he comes in contact. In the selection of his help he has been particularly fortunate. There is no jarring in the dining-room, no begging for "tips," everything and everybody moving along in perfect harmony. From clerk to bell-boy everybody is attending strictly to business, and there would seem to be no reason why this should not continue until the end.
Now that the orchestra have arrived, and the house is filling up, Mr. Carter is casting about for some in-door amusement for his guests. He has decided that on Saturday night next the first hop of the season will be held. No formal invitations will be issued to the townspeople, but Mr. Carter desires it be understood that all who may choose to come will be made welcome. These hops will probably become weekly features at the hotel during the season. Donkey parties, bean parties, and other amusements of a similar nature, will be gotten up from time to time, so that there will be no lack of entertainment inside. On the outside, there is the tennis court, and all the varied amusements which those possessing health and vigor can take out of the open air.
The first hop of the season of 1890 was held in the Algonquin on Saturday evening. Dancing was carried on in the ample parlour of the hotel, the carpet having been removed for the occasion. The music was enchanting and Mr. Carter did all in his power to start the ball a-rolling properly, but the majority of the guests being wearied after their long journey, retired early, and the dancers were not as numerous as they would otherwise have been.
What we Have Seen with Our Eyes and Heard with our Ears Lately
Mr. Carter arranged a fishing party last week to McMaster's Island. About sixteen persons participated. They had a delightful sail across the Bay in the "Crusoe," and did some fair fishing. Before returning to the mainland, Mr. Carter prepared an excellent fish chowder, which was thoroughly enjoyed.
The Algonquin orchestra gave a sacred instrumental concert to the hotel guests on Sunday afternoon. The selections were of a very high order, and were well executed. ON Saturday night last, the hotel guests on the hill had a charming little dance. The pleasure was heightened by some choice vocal selections by Mr. Tasse and Miss Kearns, of Ottawa and Mr. Fiske.
A hop is on the boards at the Algonquin for next Saturday night. By that time the guests will be acquainted with each other, and the reserve which appears incident to the first few weeks of hotel life will have melted away, so that the hop ought to be a gay one.
Among the Guests
The bean game was introduced to the Algonquin guests on Monday evening for the first time. And this is how they played it. Two captains were selected, Mr. Nazro, of Boston, and Mr. Tasse, of Ottawa, being the chosen ones. Each of these "chose a side," as the boys, would say when playing ball. These "sides," numbering about 15 persons each, were arranged opposite each other in rows. At the end of each row was a table, and on the head table of each was an equal number of bean bags. When the referee, Mr. Carter, gave the word "go," the captain on each side seized the bags one by one and passed them down the line, and as they reached the end they were placed on the table there. Any bags that were dropped by nervous players had to remain on the floor until all the other bags had passed, then the captain picked them up where they had fallen, and continued them on their journey. When all the bags had reached the foot of the row then they were started back, and the side getting them all back to the starting table first won the heat. The first heat was declared won by Capt. Nezro's side. Then Mr. Lewis, of Washington, assumed the captaincy of Mr. Tasse's side, but he had no better luck, for in the second heat, Capt Nazro was once more the winner. A third heat was declared a draw, and a fourth was won by Mr. Nazro, who thus captured the laurel wreath.
"Progressive Euchre engaged the attention of the Algonquin guests on Wednesday evening last. The party was held in the parlour, and proved highly enjoyable. . . . Bubbles light as air floated ceiling ward in the Algonquin parlour Friday evening. 'Bubbles' was the game, and so intensely amusing was it that everybody was bubbling over with good spirits before it was over. Master Burnett, a five-year-old cherub, blew the biggest bubble among the little folks, and got the first prize, while the second prize was won by little Olive Hosmer, who blew the tiniest bubble. Among the children of larger growth there was much good-natured rivalry as to who should wear the laurel wreath."
“Cocoaine [sic] caramels” is the new dish that the printer sprung upon the Algonquin guests at Saturday’s dinner. We might explain for the benefit of those who are not acquainted with the dish that it is a species of nerve food, equally as good for hay fever people as for those who are not affected with the malady. Since its introduction there have been numerous enquiries among the guests for the recipe of “Carter’s Cocoaine Caramels.”
Tendered to Judge Emory Speer of Georgia by the Guests of the Algonquin
Delightful as have been the numerous social gatherings at the Algonquin this season, there has been none which contributed more genuine pleasure to the participants than the complimentary dinner which the guest of the hotel tendered to his honor Judge Emory Speer, of Macon, George, on Wednesday evening last, on the occasion of the forty-second anniversary of his birth.
A circumstance which invested the event with additional interest was the fact that it was a complete surprise to the Judge himself. He had come to St. Andrews to escape a periodical attack of hay fever, and did not dream of being shown any more than the ordinary courtesies of a hotel. While in conversation with one of he guests on Wednesday morning, he casually remarked that on the day of forty-two years ago he had first seen the light of day. The thought of giving the Judge a surprise suggested itself to the mind of his companion. Communicating the idea to Manager Carter, and the guest of the house they instantly fell in with it. Mr. Carter, with that alacrity which characterizes all his movements set to work to arrange matters, and in an hour or two everything was in train for the event. An elaborate menu, such as only the Algonquin can furnish, was arranged the parlor, halls and dining room, by the aid of wild flowers, ferns, catkins, and the like, supplemented in the banquet hall by Japanese lanterns of the most unique design were instantly transformed as by a fairy hand. In one corner of the banquet chamber an embowered space was reserved for the orchestra, who discoursed during the evening some of their choicest selections. Manager Carter, although greatly restricted by the few hours left him for preparation, did not f
he conventional birthday cake, which is now speeding on its way to Georgia—a messenger of sweetness from the Judge to his household and friends far away. The guests, too mindful of the pleasures that come from giving as well as receiving provided a simple and unique coffee urn (hereafter to be appropriately engraved) with a set of delicate and elegant after dinner china coffee cups and saucers, which will it is hope bring frequent remembrances of the occasion to the judge, as the gift is utilized at his home in the distant south. These little tokens were placed in front of his plate at the table, beside a blooming bouquet of native domestic flowers.
The Judge had been advised that the Lt. Governor and Lady Tilley would dine with him but of any further honor that was to be done him he had not the slightest idea. At the appointed hour, 7 o’clock, the ample doors of the dining hall were thrown open, the orchestra played a stirring march, and to the inspiriting strains the guests entered the festive chamber. Sir Leonard Tilley, who escorted Miss Speer, was the first to enter. Then came the guest of the evening, on whose arm leaned Lady Tilley. They were succeeded by Mr. R. S. Gardiner, vice-president of the St. Andrews Land Company, and Mrs. Fay; Mr. E. F. Fay and Mr. Gardiner. Mr. and Mrs. Charles V. Carter and the other participants.
Judge Speer expressed surprise at the transformation the dining hall had undergone; he praised the taste which was displayed by the ornamentation of the room, but not until he had been assigned to the seat of honor and had glanced at the legend on the delicately printed menu cards did the true state of affairs dawn upon him. Then his surprise knew no bounds.
Here, too, a strange coincidence was discovered,--not the fearful thirteenth table of which so many have a dread, but, corresponding with the years of the judge’s life, sat forty two grown persons, and the three graces were represented by three children who had been included in the invitation, the smaller children having dined an hour earlier.
The tables were arranged in three sides of a square, the open side being utilized for the center piece, which consisted of a huge vase filled with wild flowers, ferns, etc. the guests were disposed in the order shown on the accompanying plan.
- Judge Speer
- Sir Leonard Tilley
- Miss Speer
- Eugene F. Fay, Brookline, Mass
- Mrs. R. S. Gardiner, Newton Mass
- George tiffany St. Logis, Mo
- Miss Lunn, Montreal
- Mrs. Dexter Tiffany, St. Louis, Mo
- Miss Campbell, Montreal
- Miss Meeker, NY
- Fred. W. Meeker, NY
- R. B. Van Horne, Montreal
- Mrs. W. C. Van Horne, Montreal
- Mrs. Hurd, Montreal
- Mrs. Isaac Denby, Montclair, NJ
- Mrs. C. F. Smith, Saint John
- Mrs. George Innes, Montclair, NJ
- Mrs. George Innes, Montclair
- F. J. Lewis, Washington, DC
- Mrs. F. J. Lewis
- Mrs. M. P. Lewis
- Miss Lewis
- Miss F. A. Hensecker, Montreal
- Dr. G. B. Orr, Cincinnati
- Mrs. Orr
- Mrs. Hensecker, Montreal
- Dexter Tiffany, St. Louis
- Miss Addie Van Horne, Montreal
- Miss H. M. Campbell
- Miss Van Horne [Sir William’s sister?]
- Miss Hensecker
- Mrs. Mercer, Newark, NJ
- Dr. Mercer
- G. Tileston Wells, NY
- Charles G. Packer, Newark, NJ
- Miss Dora Gardiner
- Mrs. J. H. Merrill, Boston
- J. E. Merrill, Boston
- Mrs. Charles V. Carter
- R. E. Armstrong
- Mrs. E. F Fay, Brookline, Mass
- Robert S. Gardiner, Newton, Mass
- Lady Tilley
The menu, considering the short space of time in which there was to prepare it, did infinite credit to the Algonquin cuisine. The cards, too, were neatly printed, each one having four blank pages on which to record autographs. On Judge Speer’s card the autographs of all the guests had been written, and after the dinner, the guests were kept busy for an hour or more writing their autographs on each other’s menu cards. The following were the appetizing dished which Mr. Carter submitted:
Cream of chicken a la English
Consommé Prince Supreme
Baked Savannah Shad, Sauce Claret wine
Baked Devilled Crabs, Baltimore Style
Roast Young Turkey with Dressing, Cranberry sauce
Roast Tenderloin of Beef, stuffed with clams
Browned Sweet Potatoes
Lobster Croquets, Sauce Princess
Broiled Lamb Chops, with French peas
Timbales of Farina, vanilla sauce
New potatoes in cream
String beans, French peas, Mashed Turnips
Chicken on mayonnaise
Pickled Potatoes with Beets
Cabinet Pudding, Brandy Sauce
Green Annie Pie
Orange ice cream
Grapes, pears, confectionary, layer raisins, figs, dates, edam cheese, Kennedy’s Thin Water Crackers, coffee
When all the viands had been duly considered,, Judge Speer arose, and in a brief, but very felicitous speech thanked the guest most cordially for the honor they had done him. He had not dreamt that he would be so highly favored on the forty-second anniversary of his birth and the occurrence was one that he would always look back to with feelings of the deepest pleasure. In this beautiful and will governed province, said he, that remorseless enemy Hay Fever, if it should come, would come to me in the guise of friend robbed of all its terrors. He spoke of the pleasure that he had experienced during his first visit to SA, and particularly that for he first time in nineteen years he was entirely free on his birthday from any symptoms of his remorseless enemy, hay fever. Continuing, he paid a well-deserved compliment to the place, to the Algonquin hotel and its management, gave expression to the hope that he would meet many of those present another year, and then concluded by an appropriate quotation from one of the poets, which gracefully ended the happy address.
The Lieutenant Governor was equally happy and equally brief in his speech. He was glad to be present and do honor to such a distinguished gentleman as Judge Speer. He was pleased to be able to welcome the Judge to St. Andrews. Twenty one years had he (Sir Leonard) been summering here, and he felt like a permanent resident. If as is said, Nature abhors a vacuum, equally is it true also that the climate of St. Andrews abhors hay fever. The two cannot exist together. Time and time again has this fact been demonstrate. Sir Leonard, went to say that notwithstanding what was said by certain people in both countries, Canadians were desirous of living on terms of amity and peace with the people of the United States. He pointed out in a pleasant way the advantages St. Andrews has to offer to the American pleasure seeker, and then brought his speech and the festivities to a close by congratulating Judge Speer on the attainment of his forty-second birthday.
The guest of the evening is the US district judge for Southern Georgia. While an ex-confederate soldier and a genuine Southern man in all of his sympathies, Judge Speer has been in the service of his state and of the National government almost without interruption since he was twenty-three years of age, a circumstance which speaks well for the breadth and sincerity of his devotion to his reunited country.
There was a jolly time at the Algonquin on Saturday night. Of course, the participants were not as numerous as during July, but they were jut as eager for fun. And they had lots of it. The orchestra contributed some of their sweetest and most fascinating dance music, and for a time the floor was well patronized by light-footed dancers. Miss Orr, of Cincinnati, who is a very graceful dancer, favored the spectators with some Highland and fancy dances, and Master Van Horne went through “the fisher’s hornpipe” very pleasingly. Then Mr. Denby set everybody laughing by two humorous recitations, and the laughter increased when she sprung a number of amusing charades upon the guests. But the most laughable feature of the whole entertainment, and one the sent everybody to bed with aching sides, was the “old Virginny” breakdown, by “Paul and Virginia.” Mr. Fay made an excellent “Paul,” and Mr. Carter as “Virginia” was mot bewitching. Their costumes were ‘after the Oriental” a long way after, but they were so fantastic as to make everybody scram with laughter. The dancing was so good, too, that they we obliged to respond to a recall.
“Octave Thanet” demonstrated to the Algonquin guests and a large number of townspeople on Monday night that her accomplishments do not end with her pen, and that there are other ways of handling “characters” than through the medium of ink and paper. On the evening referred to she made her debut as an exhibitor of “was figgers,” and it is needless to add, with complete success. The “characters’ which her magic wand produced were most laughable, among them being the summer boarder, the hay fever sufferer, John L. Sullivan, the laughing girl, the tennis player, Apollo, the dancer, the singing girl, the baseball player, etc. Mr. Denby, Misses Van Horne, Miss Speer, Miss Lewis, Miss Orr, Mr. Carter and Masters tiffany and Cox took part in the exhibition.
A bridegroom and bride, who came to the Algonquin a few days ago to spend their honey moon, and who thought nobody could detect their new relations towards each other, were just a little chagrined when, on entering the dining hall for their first meal, the bright young ladies who compose the orchestra began playing Mendelssohn’s Wedding March. As the familiar strains fell upon their ears they both blushed, and then burst into a hearty laugh. They evidently appreciated the joke.
Sunday was a good day to stay indoors for the reason that it was a very bad day to stay out doors. Although fog is a comparative stranger to SA, yet something that bore a very close resemblance to fog hung over the own the whole day. A great deal of rain also fell. Gathered around the ample fireplace of the Algonquin, watching the huge logs crackling in the grate, and breathing the aroma of birch and hemlock the summer visitors seemed to enjoy their indoor experience.
A photographic party set out from the Algonquin in Mallory's buckboard, on Tuesday, and took views of Minister's Island, Joe's Point, Chamcook Lake, and a variety of other places. The leader of the party, a Washington gentleman, declared that he had never seen such an aggregation of beautiful views as there is in and about St. Andrews. Every member of the party was delighted. (See Hart, Selling of Canada, and the role the CPR played in popularizing nature photography)
Bean auction at Algonquin tonight. Mr. Kennedy auctioneer. Such to be lots of fun.
When “two souls” with but a single thought climb to the Algonquin tower to engage in “sweet communion” together it seems aptly that the sanctity of that “communion” should be invaded by an unsympathetic stranger. Yet it sometimes happens. The only thing to be done at such time sot to “break away” as quietly and quickly as possible.
A hay-rack party, patronized by a score of young people, started out from the Algonquin on Monday evening, and a jolly time they had of it decorating the streets with straw. Full dress costumes prevailed at the Saturday evening hop at the Algonquin. (Remember in year one Carter said townspeople were welcome if not specifically invited to the ball)
GM says business up over last July.
Some think hay fever is a fad, as no one in town is ever seen to have it.
The first lady bicyclist to be seen on the streets of St. Andrews came down from Calais on Tuesday. She was a modest-looking damsel, and the graceful way in which she stepped on her wheel was the admiration of the local cyclists.
On the invitation of Sir Leonard Tilley, Sir John Thompson and a party of ladies and gentlemen, went out for fishing cruise in the “Crusoe” on Thursday last. There was a fine breeze blowing, and the little craft fairly flew over the water. The party returned at 5 o’clock well pleased with their good fortune. The gaiety at the Algonquin has been subdued the lat few days owing to the serious illness of Sir John Thompson’s little invalid daughter. Full of animation, she pleaded to be allowed to go on the excursion upriver on Saturday. But in her enfeebled condition, the journey proved too much for her, and on her return she was completely prostrated. Sir John and Lady Thomason and her two devoted sisters are constantly at her bedside, and if loving attention will restore her to health her recovery ought to be very rapid.
When Dr. Wilson left the Algonquin and started for the North Shore, to indulge for a few days' salmon fishing, he promised to remember those he left behind him. And right nobly did he carryout his promise, for on Wednesday last he forwarded to Manager Miller with his compliments a huge box, which when opened, was found to contain seventeen handsome silvery salmon. They were placed on exhibition in the hotel, and one and all pronounced them kingly fish, and Dr. Wilson one of the largest-hearted fishermen they had ever met. On Thursday, the hotel guests revelled in fresh salmon.
. . . The amusement-providers at the Algonquin have their hands full lately devising ways and mean to entertain the large number of guests at the hotel. But the work has been placed in good hands. Mr. Winch, by common consent, assumes control of the field sports, while Mr. Allan, of Boston, looks after the water pastimes. He finds a great deal of difficulty in holding up his end of the plank, owing to the absence of steam pleasure vessels. He has engaged the "Arbutus" for the 8th of August, but needs others to fill in the interim. Capt. Farris, to St. John, has been asked to bring the tug "Lillie" here.
On Monday night, a brilliant euchre party assembled in the Algonquin parlors on the invitation of Mrs. Wheeler, of Montreal. The ladies wore their most beautiful dresses and their most captivating smiles, and the gentlemen--there is an abundance of good-looking summer men here this year--were as gallant as gallants could be. Everything passed off pleasantly. When the party was finished, and the prizes distributed light refreshments were served. . . . A tennis tournament has been begun on the Algonquin tennis court. There are between twenty and thirty entries . . . . (Elegant prizes from Stickney’s Wedgwood store)
There is no scarcity of amusement for the summer visitors at the big hotel. If they are fond of tennis, there is a splendid court for them to play upon; if they esteem croquet more, there is an opportunity for them to indulge in the game; if these pastimes are not sufficiently exciting, a baseball or cricket match can always be arranged, with the local players; if they are fond of driving, there are two livery stables to choose teams from; if they enjoy the water, they can go boating or bathing; if their tastes lie in the direction of fish, salt water fishing or fresh water fishing are easily obtainable; if they are knights of the wheel, no better roads for cycling can be found anywhere; if they are given to go rambling, there are many romantic spots to attract their wandering footsteps and if they hanker after none of these things and want to indulge in a good, square rest there is no more restful place in the whole country than St. Andrews.
The rain on Friday night was no barrier to the pleasures of those encamped beneath the roof of the big hotel. It was Children's Night, and the children of larger growth were just as much pleased as the younger ones. At the western end of the parlor, the figure of one of these sentimental little animals, a donkey, was suspended. it was perfect in every respect except the tail. This was missing. To supply this omission, a number of the young folks with their eyes blinded tried time and time again. One little girl was sure she was in the right position and she began to fasten it in the silvery locks of a distinguished professional gentleman. Another little one stuck the pin into the ear of his donkeyship. A third prodded the knee of an amiable old lady who was seated nearby. And so it went until all were through with trying. then the one who succeeded in hanging the tail in the proper position received a handsome present and all the other little players were rewarded.
. . . A golf "links" has been added to the out-door games in connection with the Algonquin hotel. Mr. Winch, who is the head and front of all the manly sports that originate in the hotel, is to the fore in this as well.
The Saturday night festivities at the Algonquin were inaugurated on Saturday night last, when a very pleasing impromptu concert was carried out in the hotel parlour. A large number of townspeople attended, on the invitation of Manager Miller. Miss Shotwell--two solos; Mrs. Pattengill--several selections "most artistically"; Mrs. Carey on piano, Miss Blanch Percival, violinist, Miss Gertrude Packard, cornetist.
There was a marked contrast between the appearance of things within and without the Algonquin on Saturday night. It was the occasion of the grand fancy dress ball, and while outside the rain pelted piteously against the roof and dark clouds obscured the glory of the heavens, inside all was brightness, gayety and vivacity. Nearly all the characters who participated in the wax works were represented on the floor, besides man new ones. In the grand march the Marquis of Lorne (G. H. McCarthy) led off with Princess Louise (Miss Parker), while behind them was a brilliant throng of historical, classic and miscellaneous figures. [Old Woman, French Laundress, Flower girl, French Nurse] . . . The ladies' attendants at the Algonquin intend holding a ball in the Land Company Building this evening . . . Achilles, R. B. Van Horne
The farewell ball which the young lady attendants at the Algonquin gave in he Land Company building, on Thursday, evening lat, was one of the pleasantest functions of the kind that has ever taken place here. the handsome decorations of the room together with the pretty dresses and prettier faces of the young ladies made a most brilliant scene. All the hotel employees were represented, each wearing a silken badge, bearing upon it the legend, “Algonquin, 1895.”
Summer Hotel Closed
(staff end of year entertainment)
The cake-walk and donkey party given on Friday evening, by the attendants at the Algonquin was a decided success in every particular. Prof. Rooney rendered some very fine selections most enjoyable to all. the judges pronounced Miss Rose Gibson and Mr. George Bollbrecht, the chef, winners of the beautiful cake bearing the name of the house in large white letters encircled by an artistically arranged wreath of pansies. the room was tastefully decorated with an abundance of flowers, flags of different nations and Japanese lanterns of various colors. Preceding the cake-walk a presentation was made to Mr. John Messer, the baker, of a few pieces of Wedgwood as a token of esteem in which he was held.
The gentle art of needlework flourished on the broad verandas of the Algonquin these pleasant summer mornings. Coming in from long rides on wheel, boat or buckboard, the rocking chairs prove very inviting and admonitions “To bring your fancy work and sit down awhile” are as frequent as in the days of New England Puritanism when to get up stitches and darn smoothly were the chief aim of women. A quartet of very accomplished needlewomen are Mrs. Heney and Mrs. Hosmer, two sisters from Montreal, Mrs. Page of Philadelphia, and Mrs. John J. Thomson, of Saint John , whose devotion to embroidery, however, does not prevent their taking a very active part in all the gayeties going on in the house. The latter has been one of the special leaders in all the entertainments at the Algonquin this summer.
A noted party of five ladies played five-handed euchre in the hotel office before the cheerful fire on Wednesday evening, the 2nd inst. It was their farewell game, after which they wished one another an affectionate adieu and hoped to meet again. thus the circle has gradually narrowed and many familiar faces are lost to view. the Bonapartes, the Winch’s, the Wheelers, the Hopes, the Egans the Wilsons, the Hosmers, the Thompsons, the Reids, the Lombards, the Gardiners and the Gilbert party no longer tarry at the Algonquin and cottage life is now the prominent feature at St. Andrews.
There has been considerable good-natured rivalry between the two “solid men” of the Algonquin as to which one was the faster. Mr. Jules S. Thebaud, of Paris, whose running weight is in the vicinity of 260 pounds, was positive that he could cover the ground in quicker time than H. G. Phinney, of Waterbury, Conn., who carried about with him 230 lbs of flesh, bone and adipose tissue, and Mr. Penney was just a confident of his ability to run. Solid ground was found in front of the hotel, and the two started. Mr. Thebaud was easily able to sustain this claim, Mr. Penney finishing in rather groggy form.
The Algonquin hotel has assumed all its summer gayety. The hops on Wednesdays and Saturday nights draw out many dancers, while tennis, croquet, ping pong and golf have numerous devotees. On Friday night a progressive euchre party is on the carpet. Considerable interest is manifested in the handicap mixed foursomes which is to begin on the golf links on Saturday morning. A large number have indicated their intention to take part.
A splendid array of silver cups for prizes adorns the mantle shelf over the Algonquin fire-place. They include trophies presented by Miss Greene, Mr. F. W. Thompson and Sir Thomas and Lady Shaughnessy. [Golf] [photo of golf cups from 1924 in CPR archives; I have a photocopy]
Homes of SA
August Suck, of the Algonquin Orchestra, Celebrates his 75th Anniversary.
Boston Herald. When the Boston Theatre was first opened, Sept. 11, 1854, with a double bill, “The Rivals,” and “The Loan of a Lover,” the first orchestral note was played by a lad of 17, who sounded the opening notes of the “Wilhelm Tell” overture on his cello.
Fifty years and one day later the semi—centennial of the theatre was observed with a performance of “The Wizard of Oz” and the same man, no longer a lad, but a musician at the high tide of a successful life, and his artistic powers, again played in the orchestra.
This man was August Suck, who celebrated his 75th birthday yesterday at his home in Roxbury.
Mr. Suck, who was a member of the Boston Theatre orchestra for nearly 40 years, and of the Boston Symphony Orchestra under Henchel and Gericke, retired nominally from active musical life some time ago; but he still plays, teaches, arranges music and keeps in lively tough with the musical activities of his friends. He was born in Bremen, German, inherited his love of music from his father, who was a gifted flutiest.
His first public appearance in America was at the old Howard Athenaeum, as first cellist in “Ernani”; and it was not long after that he played at the opening night of the Boston Theatre, with which he was connected for so many years. He obtained leave of absence to return to Europe for study; and it was in Switzerland that the met the young girl who he afterward married. Mrs. Suck is Swiss by birth, but is really, as she says, cosmopolitan. She speaks several languages and is interested in playwriting.
Mr. Suck, although born in Germany, considers himself a good American, and one of his heroes in Gen. Grant. Te tells entertainingly his reminiscences of Wagner, Theodore Thomas, John Strauss—in the days when the name of Strauss was identified with waltzes, and not tone poems—and of his own experiences in the early days of the Symphony Orchestra.
Mr. Suck celebrated his birthday yesterday, quietly, with only members of his family and a few intimate friends as guests; but today he and Mrs. Suck are keeping open house. They have many friends among both the older and the younger generation of musicians in the city.
Amusing the Visitor
What the Algonquin Hotel Co. has Provided
There was a time in the history of St. Andrews as a summer resort when the visitor had to find his own pleasures, or go without. But that time has gone, at least as far as shore amusements are concerned.
Now, his pleasures are all ready waiting for him--and of the very best. If he golfs--and there are few summer people who do not--he will find tow of the finest golf courses in America to play upon. If he plays tennis, there are six tennis courts at the Algonquin upon which he can amuse himself to his heart’s content. If his tastes run to the quieter game of croquet, there is an English croquet lawn in front of the big summer hotel that is unrivalled. If he is fond of bowling, whether it be on the green under the canopy of heaven, or within doors, he can be accommodated. If he plays billiards, either of the French or English variety, he will find what he needs. If he prefers the swimming pool, he can get all the salt water bathing he wants at Katy’s Cove. If he is fond of the dance, the dancing floor is here for him to trip upon.
The Casino, recently constructed in front of the Algonquin hotel, is an ideal amusement hall. The building is of concrete, two stories in height, with broad, shaded verandahs where the visitor may lounge and enjoy himself. One half of the lower floor is used as a billiard room, the other half for bowling. There are three playing alleys in the latter, with two return alleys, fitted up in the best possible manner. A French and an English billiard table, and a pool table occupy the other side of the big room. Near the entrance there is a convenient lavatory and toilet. Upstairs, there is a splendid floor, 70 feet long, for dancing or other amusements. A ladies’ coat room and lavatory occupy one corner of this floor. The building is heated by a steam plant, and will be lighted by electricity.
The old billiard room in the hotel building will be turned into a gentlemen’s cafe--something that has been very much needed.
Should it be necessary to add other amusement features to the hotel these will be added, for the managers are determined that no one shall lack for the means of entertainment, whether it be for the out or the inner man.
Manager Allerton is hastening along the improvements, and will have everything ready for opening on the 15th of June. The house-keeper, Mrs. Banks, and a small army of assistants from Boston, arrived last week and are getting the rooms in shape for the guests.
Manager Allerton looks for a bumper season.
St. Andrews Beacon
On Friday evening last the Bell Boys of the Algonquin Hotel have a dance in the Andraeleo Hall. A large number attended, and a most enjoyable time was spent by all. Music of a high class, rendered by the Algonquin Orchestra, was greatly appreciated. During intermission refreshments were served at Ira Stinson’s, after which dancing was resumed, and the “home Sweet Home Waltz” was not reached until two o’clock.
St. Croix Courier
Annual bowling match at casino. H. P. O’Neill wins silver ball. Wins again on Sat. Presented with silver cigarette case by Algonquin manager M. J. Brennan. Mrs. M. J. Brennan occupying cottage five for winter.
St. Croix Courier
SA-by-the-Sea. In Toronto Saturday Night. Talkies at Casino. Motoring. Good overall view of Algonquin as centerpiece of town. (picture of hotel in thirties—see photos and pamphlets from late thirties CPR Archives)
During the heat of summer it is wise to escape from the burden of oppressing work, the routine of oft-repeated duties and the monotony of seeing the same places, doing the same things day after day. Enjoy a refreshing seaside vacation: full of the tang of salt breezes sweeping in from the encircling waters; the sound of waves washing on the shores; before your eyes rolling swards of green velvet grass, and the inviting golf courses dotted here and there with waving scarlet flags. Beyond, is a landscape of natural, untrammelled beauty, of dignified trees and rambling paths hinting of hidden loveliness, . . . of sea and sky and wood and shaven green . . . that is SA-by-the-Sea, in NB.
Here, happily, Nature’s bounty has been complemented by the comforts Man has achieved through centuries of effort, as embodied in the spacious Algonquin Hotel. Built by the Canadian Pacific Railway in Old English style, this modern, fireproof hostelry is charmingly situated overlooking Passamaquoddy Bay. Here, carefully chosen help do their best, the chefs in the kitchen rise to culinary heights, and the orchestra’s efforts are so enchanting that, when the music throbs on the sweet evening air, one can only sigh in sheer content. Golfers the world over have supreme ambition to “play SA,” the home of the Royal and Ancient Game. But not all can afford the time to visit Scotland, so they come up to SA-by-the-Sea in Canada, where the natural advantages of turf and terrain have been developed into courses not unworthy to bear the hallowed name. The two St. Andrews golf courses, built by the CPR (the championship 18-hole links and the sporty 9-hold ones), live up to the Scottish tradition in turf, and form, and caddies, and professional attendance.
The main course, surrounded on all sides by magnificent views, is truly a kingly setting for this regal sport. The turf is slipped plush and the hazards are as natural as they are good. The roué of the play, the location, of the tees and the selection of the greens, have been so arranged as to afford picturesque vistas of the glorious bay, and the benefit of the glowing, health-bestowing climate. The “nineteenth-hole” is an attractive club house, popular with golfers and non-golfers alike; here you may recall, with congenial companions, the thrills of seaside golf on St. Andrews’ links. Adjoining the club house is an excellent putting green.
If you prefer to consider sport as a spectacle, you may sit on the broad verandah of the Algonquin Hotel and watch the tennis players or bowlers as you choose.
Every window of that restful room of yours in the Algonquin Hotel, designed to please your eye, is a frame for a picture of breath-taking beauty . . . the winding roads, the stately trees, the green, velvety lawns, and the island-dotted bay where waves glint jewel-like, under the sun’s lingering rays.
Thus it well accords with the fitness of things that by day, the life of SA-by-the-Sea is outdoor sports. From breakfast to dinner, the colony is busy with golf clubs and tennis racket, with fishing rod and automobile. Nature has provided the garden; and the Algonquin Hotel has added the fairways and the bowling greens, the diving-platform and the four fast tennis courts adjoining the Casino.
Algonquin guests may scatter far and wide during the day enjoying the round of sports, but in the evening they concentrate on two equally popular places—the lounge and the Casino dance-floor. Golf and motoring are replaced by dancing and bridge and so the social hours are ushered in.
From dinner table to lounge is the beaten path of the Algonquinite. Here you may spend a restful hour—comparing adventures and scores, listening to a favorite piece entrancingly placed by the Algonquin orchestra.
At 9:30 the first fox trot sounds from the Casino. All the younger set is on hand . . . and between dances why not loll on the Casino veranda enjoying soft breezes and delightful companionship, or stroll on the grounds, admiring the bay suffused with luminous moonlight.
This year get your sun tan on St. Andrews sandy beaches and your swimming in Katy’s Cove. Sauntering down the long, tree-shaded path that meanders from the Algonquin Hotel to the bath houses you seem to come upon a sandy beach ideal for sun worshippers’ frolics. Swimming in the sun-heated salt water of Katy’s Cove is exhilarating, and sheltered, too . . . a dam has been constructed across the mouth of the cove! Aquatic sports are held each summer.
. . . Motoring? Excellent highways and charming scenery invite you to motor in every direction. The trip to St. Stephen is over good roads, fringed by the turquoise waters of the St. Croix River. Up this river over three hundred years ago sailed de Monts and his “motley assemblage of gentlemen, artists and vagabonds” (so reads Champlain’s quaint record published in Paris in 1613). Here they cast anchor and disembarked, claiming he land for God and His Gracious Majesty, Louis of France.
Other fine motor roads include the Joe’s Point Road, which crosses the golf course and strikes the St. Croix at its mouth; the Saint John Road going northeast through inland seas of forest to Fredericton, the capital of NB; and the far-famed Reversing Fall at Saint John.
Fishing is popular at St. Andrews. Up-country are streams and lakes stocked by the Provincial Government. Down-bar are famous deep-water fishing grounds with scrod, cod, haddock, pollock, etc., and other varieties running in season. Expert guides can be had in St. Andrews. The children, too, not to be outdone, hunt clams on the adorable mud-meadows at low tides. Little wonder the “Quoddy Bay” lobster and delicious seafood find a prominent place on the menus of the Algonquin Hotel.
Associated with fishing, is the kindred sport of yachting. Between Passamaquoddy Bay, the St. Croix River and the Bay of Fundy, St. Andrews offers yachtsmen all the thrills they long for. Passamaquoddy Bay is fairly sheltered, yet there’s always a spanking breeze; while Fundy is open enough for the most venturesome. St. Andrews Harbour is frequently visited by trim, cruising yachts.
Of course, modern life is not complete without “talkies.” So the Casino is equipped with motion picture booth and apparatus. Tri-weekly the dance floor of the Casino is transformed into a “picture palace.”
After the evening’s performance, you may prefer some bridge in the lounge among amid congenial company; and the gentlemen may enjoy a game of billiards, pool or indoor bowling at the Casino.
In the daily round of sports . . . and during the evening hours . . . life flows serenely at the Algonquin Hotel, SA-by the-Sea, with never a dull moment to mar its even tenor.
St. Croix Courier
A surprise party was given to Woodrow Mitchell, son of Mr. and Mrs. Cleveland Mitchell, at their home on Monday evening, by the Algonquin office staff. A pen and pencil was presented to him. Woodrow is leaving shortly for Halifax where he will join the Canadian navy.
St. Croix Courier
The Red Cross Dance held at the Algonquin Casino was a great success both socially and financially. [so Casino was opened for selected events between 1942 and 45]. After expenses amounting to over 40.00 were paid 180.00 was left which will prove a welcome addition to the Red Cross treasury, as the funds were getting low. Music was provided by a five-piece orchestra from R. A. F. Pennfield and the Casino was also secured at a very reasonable cost.
St. Croix Courier
(“Glimpses of Life,” an entertainment at Casino sponsored by St. Andrews Women’s Canadian Club. Interesting performances by actor Dickson-Kenwin of London, England.)
“Glimpses of Life,” an entertainment sponsored by the St. Andrews Women’s Canadian Club and held at the Algonquin Casino, was well patronized and the proceeds are to be used for the benefit of the Charlotte county Children’s Aid Society. The program consisted of a selection of character studies by Dickson-Kenwin of London, England, who is completing a tour of Canada doing similar programs. This noted actor’s portrayal of such characters as Mathias, the fear-haunted burgomaster, Falstaff, Hamlet, and Cardinal Woolsey were as convincing examples of dramatic art as one might hope to see. To keep the audience in a receptive mood, and by way of displaying his versatility, the player interspersed a number of short humorous sketches. He also proved himself an adept at imitating various common sounds, such as planing and sawing wood—and the now almost forgotten one of drawing a cork. Without a doubt Dickson-Kenwin is an actor of the highest order and the Women of the Canadian Club are to be congratulated in bringing him here.
St. Croix Courier
Algonquin Hotel Offers Wide Range of Summer Entertainment. (Photos of Hotel, Katy’s Cove, diningroom. Column. 230 rooms, American plan. See continuation page 14. No. 2. Good update on amenities. Sounds like a Fitt ad)
A hotel with its own sand beach on a captive ocean arm, its separate entertainment casino for dancing and sports and its own organization for deep sea and fresh water fishing—is the Algonquin, a charming half-timbered hostelry in the international resort town of St. Andrews. Just over the border of Maine in Canada’s seaside province of NB, it is only overnight from the two big cites of Boston and Montreal. It is located on Passamaquoddy Bay, where Campobello Island attracted the late President Franklin Roosevelt and his family for many years. A property of the Canadian Pacific Railway Company, it is one of the company’s chain of 14 major hotels and five bungalow camps across the country.
This 230 room house, one of the most pleasant resort hostelries on the continent, is run exclusively on the American plan. Here folks with young children can count on a carefree holiday. Competent, trained personnel will care for them in a specially built playground from 10 to 5 and attractive inside quarters are set aside in case it rains. The children have their own dining room.
Features at the Algonquin are four red clay tennis courts, the usual minor sports on the hotel’s lawns and two golf courses—an 18-hole championship layout by Stanley Thompson, widely known Scottish Canadian golf architect (who was he?), and another nine-hole practice course.
Music everywhere might be the byword at the Algonquin, for the hotel caters to the family trade and there are concerts every noon and evening in the colonial-style music room and an orchestra plays for dancing every evening in the casino. The orchestra also plays for several hours a day on the Algonquin’s private umbrella-studded beach and swimmers can perform to music while the sunners just let it lull them.
Devoted exclusively to the pleasure of the Algonquin guests is Katy’s Cove, an arm of Passamaquoddy Bay, itself a part of the Bay of Fundy. Here a considerable reach of the bay has been dammed at the opening by a causeway—the railway trestle—where trains which look toys in the distance amuse observant guests. A sluice gate has been built into the causeway and the tide is allowed to bring in fresh water from the open bay as desired, but it allows the water to remain at beach level and sun-warmed, without regard to semi-daily ebb and flow.
The beach is a few minutes walk through pine woods or by road and has been maintained by yearly deposit of freight car-load after freight car-load of sand on an otherwise rocky shore; another advantage of being “railway-owned.” there are ample dressing rooms, attendants and a tea-room, not to speak of the orchestra, and guests may spend the whole day on the beach if they wish. Diving-rafts and floats and other beach-gear are on hand. There is also sailing in protected coves and the open bay.
Set across the hotel lawns from the main building is the Casino, near enough to be handy, and far enough away so that, as is unfortunately not the case at all summer resorts—those who want to sleep can do so. Bowlers can enjoy their favourite sport on four alleys; there are billiards and pin-pong and other games, all in the basement, and a fine hardwood floor for dancing. There are gala nights from time to time, and “horse racing” regularly before the dancing, as well as movies.
The hotel provides high-class metropolitan service, with a friendly atmosphere abetted by the number of college students who work as waitresses and bell-boys and in other such jobs; and the comfortable colonial-style fireplaces, nooks and furnishings.
While it is a center of an exclusive summer colony, the Algonquin is also equipped to offer perhaps the greatest variety of fishing in one immediate area anywhere in the world. A half-hour from the hotel, deep-sea fishing parties can drop a line into Passamaquoddy Bay and bring in haddock, cod and pollock and the silvery smelt. In the near-by hinterland of NB, the least settled of Canada’s ten provinces, lakes, streams, and pools within a radius of a few minutes to an hour’s drive offer everything from land-locked salmon to specked trout. One of the charming nearby spots is Chamcook lake whose mirror-like waters yield togue and lake trout to the fisherman using troll or fly, and other waters offer small-mouth and black bass, sea salmon and rainbow trout.
For the convenience of its own guests, the Algonquin has placed row-boats at many lakes in the surrounding country-side and will also provide an 18-foot sponson canoe, with trailer. The hotel is in a position to provide full information regarding guide service, fishing conditions or rental of equipment.
St. Croix Courier
As Departure Arrives, Jestful Fun is Paramount. By Ted Guidry. Photo: “Rollicking fun was the order of the evening last month as college and university students working at Algonquin Hotel in St. Andrews pooled their ingenuity in the production of a variety show entitled ‘Pardon Me But.’ Shown above is a scene taken from the approximately two hour fanciful production which was replete with song, dance and pantomime with a few recitations thrown in for good measure. A jam-packed house at Algonquin Hotel Casino responded favorably with appreciative laughing and applause. Guests of the hotel, area residents and special guest along with other hotel personnel termed the show a ‘resounding success.’ The production marked the leave-taking of the students and summer workers for their studies and other duties.”
Typical freshman fun and frolic intermingled with large doses of undergraduate and post-graduate college and university humor were brought to Algonquin Hotel guests and personnel last month on stage in Algonquin Hotel Casino. Summer employees at the hotel, comprised for the most part of college and university students, presented a variety show entitled ‘Pardon Me But.’ Master of Ceremonies was Al Casey of St. Stephen.
The audience was treated to 18 skits, dances and songs ranging from a take-off on the song “Folks are Dumb” sung by Lucy Nyenhales of Montreal to a skit titled “Busboys” presented by Alan Cummings of Antigonish, Raymond Thibodeau of Church Point and Billy Gillis of Souris, PEI.
Joshing carefree fun was poked at guests, hotel managerial staff and employees by way of quips and lyrics sung to the melodies of well-known songs. A highlight in the presentation and the highest level of humor in the production was the poking of fun by the participants at themselves, their life and work during the summer at the hotel.
Dramatic talent and originality seeped through the frivolous margin of the stage numbers in many cases. Peter Empsel of Montreal in a musical number brought laughs and Jane Alexander of Toronto, narrator, and a cast of males dressed in exaggerated lines of women’s clothing constituted a so-called “fashion show” which brought the house down. [see Paul smith]
Movie cameras and other cameras flashed and whined away as amateur actors and actresses went through their paces.
A chambermaids portrayal, lobsterettes kick line, waitress chorus and a Dearie number gave vent to appreciation of collegiate female pulchritude as fair damsels twirled and whirled to the strains of musical records. Carol Ann Hogan of Charlottetown, PEI, and Margaret Ann Begley of Winnipeg united in the presentation of the “Dearie” number.
In the more serious vein Josephine Partington of Halifax treated the receptive audience to a well-executed highland fling.
Refreshing college humor, with Jestful fun being poked at tourists, centered a skit on county life versus life in SA, a “wolf act”—a take-off of Little Red Riding Hood, and Casino Pete, a magic and slight of hand show starring Peter Empsel of Montreal, rounded out the evening’s entertainment.
The informal element was brought to the fore when a number of individuals in the audience were introduced.
Spoofing at hotel life in general was the order of the day but was never lowered to idiotic buffoonery. Joy Cowan and Darley Bradshaw, both of Montreal, combined their talents in a blues production and Julie McLaughlin of St. Stephen and Judy Mist of Toronto presented a highlight Julie and Judy number.
Alan Cummings of Antigonish did a takeoff on Mary Had a Little Lamb and brought the house down for the second time.
Joe College was typified throughout the presentation. Joe Lambert of Montreal, Dawn Shaw of Saint John , Sandy Manning of Halifax and Beverly Dinsmore of St. George ticked the humorous note of the audience in numbers such as “How to Loose a Man,” “South Pacific Setting Trio,” and “Honey Bun.” Joe Lamant of Montreal provided straight joke-telling entertainment in “Joe Story Teller.’
Directors were Helen Cameron of Montreal and Miss Begley. Set designer was Shan Williams of Halifax and costumes were designed by Jane Alexander of Toronto. Miss Begley was choreographer.
The cast bid-a-fond-farewell to guests and staff of Algonquin hotel for another summer. it seems proper the production should be interwoven with light humor and jest. for now they must return to their studies, to more serious things, to their life’s work.