CANOEING. 



OFFICERS OF THE A. C. A., 



1897-98. 



Commodore, F. L. Dunnell, Brooklyn, 

 N. Y. 



Sec'y-Treas., C. V. Schuyler, jog Sixth 

 Avenue, Brooklyn, N. Y. 



PURSERS. 



Atlantic Division, Wm. M. Carpenter, 

 Main St., Sing Sing, N. Y. 



Central Division, Laurence C. Wood- 

 worth, Gouverneur, N. Y. 



Eastern Division, Francis J. Burrage, 

 West Newton, Mass. 



Northern Division, Edgar C. Woolsey, 

 37 Charles St., Ottawa, Can. 



Annual dues, $1 ; initiation fee, Si. 

 Date of meet for i8q8, Aug. jth to igth, 

 Stave Island, 1000 Islands, N. Y. , 



A. C. A. MEMBERSHIP. 



Applications for membership may be 

 made to the purser of the division in which 

 the applicant resides on blanks furnished 

 by purser, the applicant becoming a mem- 

 ber provided no objection be made within 

 fourteen days after his name has been offi- 

 cially published in Recreation. 



The following have applied for member- 

 ship: 



ATLANTIC DIVISION. 

 Mrs. J. Herbert Carpenter, Ellis Place, Sing Sing, N. Y., 



" Polly," Shattemuc. 

 Mrs. Harry M. Carpenter, Sing Sing, N. Y., Shattemuc. 

 Miss Mary E. Samson, 25 Linden Street, Rochester, N. 



Y., " Geraldine," Shattemuc. 

 Miss Edith M. Wattles, Garnerville, N. Y., Shattemuc. 



EASTERN DIVISION. 

 Wm. F. Hackett, Wawbewawa C. A., Newtonville, Mass. 



SIDE LIGHTS ON THE A. C. A. 



No. I. 



W. H. 



-Who was Mr. Racer? 



Place, an A. C. A. meet on Lake Cham- 

 plain. Time, midnight. Dramatis persona?, 

 Mr. Racer, Mr. Strongest-man-in-camp, 

 2 Doctors. 



Scene i. — The Doctors' tent. Present, 

 the 2 Doctors smoking pipes, which they 

 lay down as Mr. Racer enters. 



Mr. Racer. — Well, I'm worn out — been 

 cruising all day and sitting at the Vesper 

 camp fire all the evening. I could not get 

 away before. (Sits down and jumps up 

 again.) Why, what's this I've been sitting 

 on? Two clay pipes and I've broken them 

 both — awful sorry. Well, boys, I am going 

 to sleep. So long. (Exit Mr. Racer.) 



The Doctors rise, gaze at the broken 

 pipes and long for revenge. 



Scene II. — Mr. Racer's tent. Time J / 2 

 hour later. Mr. Racer present in pajamas. 

 Enter 2 Doctors. 



First Doctor. — Say, Racer, have you any 

 pipes? You know you broke ours. 



Mr. Racer. — No. There are some cigars; 

 help yourselves. 



Both Doctors (Together). — No. We pre- 

 fer pipes. Haven't you any kind of a pipe, 

 Mr. Racer? 



Mr. Racer. — No. 



Second Doctor. — Can't you get some 

 pipes? We want a smoke. 



Mr. Racer. — What's the matter with you 

 fellows? Can't you smoke cigars? Go out 

 and leave me alone. 



First, Doctor. — Now, calm yourself, old 

 fellow, we are your friends. 



Mr. Racer. — What in thunder are you up 

 to? Will you clear out and let me go to 

 bed? 



First Doctor. — (Patting Mr. Racer on the 

 back.) You'll be all right soon. Now keep 

 quiet and we'll fix you up all right for to- 

 morrow's ra'ce, only you had best tell us 

 what you have been taking. Was it opium? 

 (Mr. Racer rises suddenly and tries to 

 throw both Doctors out of the tent; but 

 they grapple with him, lay him on the bed 

 and hold him there. Enter Mr. Strongest- 

 man-in-camp, while Racer is struggling 

 and swearing.) 



Mr. Strongest-man. — Whats the matter 

 with Racer? Full? 



First Doctor. — (Aside to Mr. Strongest- 

 man.) Mr. Racer has been trying to fight 

 us both and we're tired holding him. I 

 tried to find out if he had been taking 

 opium, but he would not say. If he has, 

 he must not be allowed to sleep until dawn; 

 it would not be safe. I don't know what to 

 do about him. We have to leave early in 

 the morning. Would you mind staying 

 with him? You can walk him up and down 

 to keep him awake. (Mr. Strongest-man 

 nods.) Now, Racer, Mr. Strongest-man 

 has consented to take our place and I will 

 leave a prescription which you would best 

 get filled to-morrow if you wish to prevent 

 a recurrence of this excitable state. (Writes 

 prescription and puts it in pocket of Racer's 

 coat, which hangs on tent pole.) 



Mr. Racer. — Don't act like lunatics. 

 Clear out. (Exit 2 Doctors.) 



Mr. Racer (sighs thankfully). — Good 

 night, Strongest-man. (Closes his eyes.) 



Mr. Strongest-man. — Say, that won't do. 

 Let's go out and take a walk. 



Mr. Racer (Sits up in bed). — Now this is 

 past a joke. What do you think's the mat- 

 ter with me, anyway? 



Mr. Strongest-man. — You know what's 

 the matter with you, and the Doctors say 

 you must not go asleep, and you will thank 



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