Early Years Until Dewey's Death in 1931
Dewey intended the club to be a place where educators might find health, strength and inspiration at modest cost. When Dewey resigned as State Librarian in 1905, he soon took up permanent residence at the Club and as of 1906 devoted himself to its development.
The nationally known Lake Placid Club in New York addressed a growing interest in winter sports by building a winter clubhouse in 1907, thus allowing year-round visits to Lake Placid. By 1923 the Club had grown to 9,600 acres (39 km2), with 356 buildings (including 110 residences), its own theatre (seating capacity 1,200), library, boathouses, 21 tennis courts, 7 golf courses, farms, a staff of 1100, a fire department and even a school, which is today known as Northwood School.
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