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Newburgh Telegram – August 15, 1908

Orange Lake

Height of the Season at Newburgh’s Spa

Immense Travel Over the Trolley Line

Newburgh Telegram – August 15, 1908

Capt. John B. Rose, who gives the monster clambake at the lake today looks to be 38 or 40, but has not yet seen 33.  He employs six hundred men at Roseton in the brick business, is married, was a Roosevelt elector, aspires to the Republican nomination for State Senator and would like to see positively everybody have a good time.  He showed something of his character when he built a clubhouse and theatre at the clay-bank village of Roseton for his employees.  Like Taft, the host of the day is a graduate of Yale.  If he reaches the Senate we would not be surprised to see him nominated for Governor some day.

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Friends of Gov. Odell say that although the recovery of his health is complete, he is not taking “the least interest” in politics, but is giving his whole attention to steamboats and trolley cars.  He has almost doubled the travel to the lake this summer.  The Wednesday and Sunday night band concerts, free performance in the beautiful summer theatre and roller skating in the mammoth new rink has completely reconciled Newburghers to the twenty-five cent round fare trip.  The Governor and his brother, Postmaster Odell, have given the fine plant at the lake almost constant personal attention this summer.

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The illumination of the trolley company’s grounds at the lake is quite extraordinary for a resort that dons not pretend very much.  There are hundreds of different colored electric lights in the trees and along the paths and roads, and the effect is enchanting.  If you haven’t been at the lake at night you have missed it.  What a change from the old days when it wasn’t safe to leave the road house when the mantle of darkness was falling!

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The Telegram has received the following communication:

“Patrons of the Orange Lake skating rink would like to know why it is that there has never been a dressing room for the ladies.  They are obliged to skate around like a bunch of fairies from fairyland with their soiled hands.  When a lady falls she is obliged to go in the skate-room with a lot of fellows to arrange her toilet.  Kindly publish”

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The old AEtna club house is occupied nights by a bunch of good fellows who know how to enjoy themselves

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Gardnertown had convulsions of excitement at the school meeting. Everybody in the hamlet is a politician, and the halt, the maimed and will we say the blind were packed in the school house – eighty of  ’em, sixty-four of whom were voters.  Bob Whitehill, progressionist trustee, who would have the cross-roads school equal to the temples of learning in Newburgh, even if the expenses were a little more, had 49 votes and Herb Revell, who was said to be a reactionary, was a bad second with 15.  The boarders, the most of whom voate at home as the bosses tell them, couldn’t understand the proceeding at all.

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For half an hour he had been trying to make himself agreeable to the stately girl with the pretty face.  He was an ordinary everyday man, while she wa a schoolmarm.  His conversation about topics in which he thought she would be interested fell flat and her monosyllables were as cold as ice.  Finally he leaned back in his chair and relit his cigar, utterly at a loss for further words, and inwardly cursing, his lack of information on educational topics.  Of course h couldn’t talk about business to her.  How about asking her to dance?  No, she looked to cold, so uninviting, perhaps if he asked her she might deliver him a lecture on the evils of that sinful pastime…….

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