Perhaps feeling a bit over-confident, George set his sights a little higher. It was early August 1913, and George decided we should make an unplanned visit to the nation’s capital, Washington D.C., before going on to Maryland. “It would be quite a feather in our cap if the new president, Woodrow Wilson, would take a picture with us,” he said.
“He probably won’t be there,” added Jay. “He’s probably shooting pasture pool at the Burning Tree or somewhere.”
“What’s pasture pool?” Fat asked.
“Oh, it’s just a silly game where you hit a tiny ball across a pasture and try to get it in a little hole,” explained Jay.
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