Iron County register., 1882-08-17
groa County Reaister.
At Long Branch.

iI Long fOfduCIf, IL Cof
respondent of the Philadelphia Press, the SO
ciety people are accustomed to meet in tn
foamy breakers. And how they all seem to en-
joy it, too, for the majority sport in the SURF 10
an hour at a time. 1t is very amusing TO wate
the bathers, and a keen observer can readil
perceive to what cities the different peopi
belong by closely watching their bearing whel
'under fire.'' The New York girl travel
across the narrow stretch of sand to the waite
on miniature gallop. Her graceful gait L
an admirable imitation of the shamDle OF
foundered hack horse. As she trips across
the strand her swaying robe linconsclously
gives peep of cardinal hose, etc. zGleefully
she enters the surf, and is clutched at vorac'
iously by her Armand or Reginald, and snug.
giles close to his manly bosom. As the first
breaker strikes her, she cuddles up closer
still to the brawny breast, and, with chatter
ing chin, says: "Reggie, dwaw me nearah y
And thus she takes the dip in the surf. The
s.dwawing- me -neah" process continues un-
abashed, and as each succeeding briny bap-
tism dashes over the devoted pair, Reginald
or Ahmand stands at the post of duty like a
martyr, and he hugs her closer and closer.
This is the pretty little New York dame, who
is such firm believer in the doctrine of COM
pound pressure. And thus the couple stand
cleaving to each other until chilling limbs and
chattering teeth give warning that human be-
ings are not fishes, and their "dream of love
is o'er." And the sedate mammas, under the
gauzy parasols on the white sands, gaze se-
renely at the blissful scene if they did
not forget the fact that they also once were
young.
Now, the Boston girl operates entirely diff
ferently when she is "under fire." She walks
demurely, but yet rather coquettishly, across
the strand, with both hands clutcling mod
destly at the skirt of her dress as If endeav-
oring to pull it down. She daresn't look down
to see how much of her limbs are visible, al
though she wants to real bad. But you look,
reader. If you are of the male pursuasion
it will not be necessary for the writer to in
form you what the long red stretch of seem
cry is. The termini are what on other people
would be feet. With the Boston girl they
are called feet, but that is the only resem-
blance to the human pedestal bearing 4 SIM
liar name. Oh, such feet! The very sands
seem to blush with shame at sight of the CO.
lossal masses of quivering flesh, whose undu-
lating, surface is a long line of hills and val
leys formed by pet eorns, bunions, and other
nick-nacks and scarcities. But, nevertheless,
the Boston girl finally succeeds in dragging
the arks across the burning sand to the waters
edge. She looks suspiciously at the curling
waves as If in mortal fear that they are damp
and not to be trusted, so she sitteth down in
the landwash just out of reach of the break |
ers and throws sand and water over her
friends. The next thing Miss Boston is aware
of is that a giant wave strikes her, and as she |
goes curveting and tumbling under the beach |
with the wave her nose plows q deep furrow |
in the sand and her under lip is transformed
into a road scraper, her eyes filed with sand
and her feet entirely uncontrollable; she is |
finally left high and dry away up on the
beach, where she puffs and sputters like a
pOrpoise, and looks like a defeated candidate |
the morning after. election. Then she de- |
clares the fun over and goes to the house. |
Later in the day the Boston girl can be seen
on the hotel piazza with piece of black court |
plaster on her nose as she tells her friends |
her bath was 'just splendid"
The Philadelphia girl is the favorite in the |
surf here. She is so pretty and sensible, and
then it is nice to see real modest little maiden
in bathing. She comes out of her dressing |
room clad in a neat, well-fitting costume, and
walks as II trying not to attract attention. |
As the first breaker strikes her she does not
scream nor say "Reggie, dwah me nearah, ;"
but takes the duck like little lady, and dis
ports in the cool water as though she enjoyed |
it immensely. And then the Philadelphia |
girl is so brave, too, "under fire." and never |
alarms the bathing master with blood-curd-
ling screams for help if a small crab gallantly !
plays a little attention to the pretty foot.
When she comes out Of the bath her cheeks
are pinker than ever, her eyes sparkle more
brightly than before, and she is even sweeter
and more lovable than when she entered the
surf. Oh, yes, by all means the Philadelphia
girl for me.
When she crosses the strand the very sands
shrek out in agony, and as she plants her feet
in the surf the tide rises suddenly and the
waves beat tumultuously at the foot of the
bluff. The waters dash wildly about in
strange commotion, and awful groans and
sobs arise from the bosom of the deep. But
for all that the Chicago girl is good compan-
ion for bath. She is good-natured and al
ways smiling, and, If n large wave covers
and doubles her up into ball and rolls her
like lightning across the beach, she does not
get frightened and scream, but remarks
pleasantly to her companion: ats just
lovely"