The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1905-08-05
A WILD VACATION.
No More Delightful Seaside Resort
Than MOrehead City.
Editorial from Washington Post)

Editorial from Washington PoSt)
Our aged and sedate contemporary,
the Philadelphia Public Ledger, has
heard the call of the wild. The lure
Of the potato patch and the sorcery
of black eyed SusanS have worked a
startling transformation in our veneer
able friend. 1t cries: I'VE should
every now and then rush out into
the open" 1t goes further, ana
makes the astonishing statements that
running barefooted in the dew is so
exhilarating that it proposes to strip
altogether, in order to obtain the in
vigorating effect of rain on the nude
but active body" Second thought
saves it, however, from possible ar
rest: These healthful diversions are
not always practicable, but nearly
everyone can have sponge bath.
Once in the wilds of the suburbs,
the Ledger discovers a sixth sense:
when We return to the free realm,
something like a long-unused sense
responds rhythmically to the harmon
les of nature" Whereupon our con-
temporary seizes the pipes of Pan,
strikes the keynote and responds rap
turouSly to the harmony around it:
THE potato fields are in creamy
blossom and the long rows of garden
peas in airy bloom, even while the
ciderberry is wearing it's midsummer
fiowery tufts. Here are great wastes
of ragged robins and starry campions
and stall orange lilies. Yarrows and
clovers and butter-and-egg and wild
mustard all frolic together in the July
breezes. Belated buttercups hold
friendly communion with the early
golden-rod. while triumphant young
black-eyed Susans stand beside their
shrinking elder sisters who were in
their prime a month ago. Nile green
rivers of oats are ripping beside gold
Ell lakes of over-riDe wheat
All, the glad summertide! All, the
spirit of youth! In our minds enrap-
tured eye we see our time honOred
friend, rejuvenated, wearing it's mid
summer fowery tufts. frolicing with
yarrOws and clovers and fresh but
ter-and-eggs A gay old blade is our
intoxicated contemporary. 1t chucks
the triumphant young black-cyed Su
sans under the chin and holds friend
ly communion with their shrinking
elder sisters. Birds sing, grasses
wave, satyrs gambol, potatoes bios
som, and the Public Ledger leaps and
laughs. On with the dance, unbind
the fragrant zone, tune the merry
throat unto the sweet birds note!
Betimes the antique devotee of joy
ana IOfSelIulleSS t- venus 10 AIIdllllc
City. The below of the sea is not in
vain: Its strong spell enchains US
we are haunted by it's ancient myster-
ious tune, and feel that the delights Of
beach and surf are supreme. Among
the breakers there is a glad riot of
life" What! so soon? Is black-eyed
Susan forgot in the witchery of the
mermaidS? Even so. Our neighbor'S
ancient mysterious rune deals now
with the glad riots of life on the
board walk. and the Nile-green rivers
of oats glide into the bosom of the
sea. Triumphant young Susans dive
and plunge, and tease their shrinking
elder sisters who were in their prime
half a century ago. The strong spell
of the sea enchains4 the holy bard, and
the coast patrol comes to the rescue.
1t is the mysterious summer time,
when brains are prone to madness and
man wanders far afield. We rejoice
in the eXhilaration of our old friend,
but We confess that we shall feel
safer when it is again in Philadelphia,
free from the dangers of vacation.
The mysterious summer time" is
spring and fall at Morehead City and
Beaufort, N c., the most beautiful and
delightful coast resorts on the South
Atlantic.