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>>8159326

Now all that talk of shrubberies puts me in mind of a story. It happened a long time ago on an obscure island in Georgia. Not the kind of place most folks have any truck with, cuz it's full of them

MILLY ON AIRS all puttin on airs like.

Off the coast of Georgia lies Jekyll Island, nine miles long and barely two miles wide, its beaches uncrowded and unspoiled. These days it is open to the public, but once it was the boast of the Jekyll Island Club that no uninvited foot stepped ashore.” Who was the Jekyll Island Club? A group of friends: J. P. Morgan (“If y'have to ask how much it costs to operate a yacht, y'can't afford it.), Bill Rockefeller (brother to John D. and founder of an export firm that became Standard Oil of New Jersey), Cornelius Vanderbilt, Jo Pulitzer, et al. In 1886 they were looking for a perfect warm climate, good water, natural beauty and isolation not more than 24 hours from Wall Street—by private train, of course.

They chose Jekyll, constructed a few “cottages” (with about 15 bedrooms each), hired chef and staff from Delmonico's to whip up 10‐course dinners at their clubhouse every night. They built a golf course along the dunes, three outdoor tennis courts and two indoor courts, and they stocked the forest with pheasants, wild turkey and deer. Birds abounded. Great turtles came ashore to lay their eggs. The final touch to this Garden of Eden grew out of a poker game. It seemed a discussion of landscaping came up and betting dragged. So Old J. P. said: Now boys, let's each put in $5.000, buy a few bushes stop the small talk and get on with the game.” And they planted magnolia, rhododendron, azalea, dogwood.

And there yuh have your shrubberies, 4 kinds by my count!