San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1897-07-25
MOTLEY MUSINGS.
In Poetry and Prose by Querque for
the Sunday Light.

the sunday Light
copyrighted by Dave & Tabor)
When hot weather comes the weary
toiler in the scorching city forgets for
a time the cares of business, and seeks
the cool solitudes of the fashionable
watering place. They are called wa
tering places, because the water is US
ually bad; fashionable" because you
can wear anything you like, and soli-
tudes because they are always crowd
ed
The permission to wear what you
like is especially appreciated by the
men, who try in the brief space of a
summer holiday, to make up for the
lack of variety ordinarily observa-
BILE in their toilet.
I've buried my glossy and a la mode
hat,
And my waist coat that none could i'm
peach;
For now can dare
What 1 fancy to wear.
When I'm out for a stroll on the
beach!
I've purchased a gorgeous and bright
colored coat,
And hat with brim great in reach;
From my head to my feet
I'm recherche and neat
When I'm out for a stroll on the
beach!
It's all very well to bark to the sea,
And the lessons the waves have to
teach,
But to stroll on the sand
To the fashionable band
Is the pastime one loves on the beach,
The questionable watering place
consists of city amusements improved,
like potatoes, with a little salt. The
lazy lap of the waves is drowned by
the deafening shrieks of miscellaneous
music and the scent of the strong sea
air overpowered by that of the strong
er Frankfurters.
Here you may be by the sea and
enjoy yourself without bothering about
poetry, or its sad and solemn refrains;
which is precisely what people want in
this prosaic 18th century. 1t is such
fun" to be able to cough noisily, to
shout and tumble about in the sand,
to drink inferior drinks, and eat many
colored monstrosities; to be deafened
by contending discords, and pampered
with idiotic amusements, to change
yulgarity, from it's natural home in
the city, to natures uncongenial sur
roundings, and your own hat with
that of the merriest girl; whilst the
glorious ocean watches with it's pearl
eyes in high disdain, like the lady in
"Comus" amidst the bestial route of
the enchanter. Yet.
The summer girl is the girl for me
Dust for a time you know
With her manner free and her repair
tee
And her mouth like Cupid's bow.
With her pretty foot made to trip and
dance,
And her hair that breezes toy,
And her upward glance that he charms
enhance
AS she captures her summer boy.
The sea in it's ceaseless throb, it's
never-ending unrest, its tireless dirge
has SNCi bSSH the symbol OF sorrow,
and to the thoughtful it must ever be
so; though we may love it, and get
pleasure from it, as we do from the
gloom of Hamlet" or the fierce mis-
cry of "Othello." Yet seen through
the bright lenses of childhood's eyes,
1t will smile and WOO them to play
fearlessly within reach of its devour-
ing jaws, purring the while like a
| tolerant lion.
Yes, the seaside is the children's
| paradise. They are near the heart OF
mother nature, fresher from her mode
| nursery, and to them the simple
pleasures she supplies are joy and rap.
! ture unspeakable.
There is no sadder sight than thai
! Of little children with old faces, peak.
| ed chins, playing at country in the un,
! lovely city. To watch them is to SCI
the Gagged lark barred in its upward
: flight by hard and rigid wires tha
make its unnatural heaven.
NATURE TO THE CHILDREN.
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