The Birmingham age-herald., 1909-08-01
NU|SANCES ARE
 SAME ON SURF Some Foolish Types One Finds
 At the Beach FATHER DUCKS CHILDREN Lifelong Fear of Water After Result of ThoughtIess Parents Fun. Sand and Water Throwers
 at Their Old Tricks.
FATHER DUCKS CHILDREN
Prom the Washington Post.

From the Washington Post.
 No change in the types of surf bath CTS this year." said the man with the Vuelta Abajo smoke made in Railway No change whatever. There may be few new types, but the old-time types stick I saw them all during the week I'm just after putting in down on the Jersey coast
 'The raw-boned. angular, grinning male parent of the 2-year-old baby, who takes the shrlekng kid into the foaming bil- lows with him-he's on the job this year, of course. I saw couple of dozen speci- mems of him.
 "fhe howls of the fear-tortured young 'un only elicit loud, rancous laughter from the fond parent. For some reason or other he can't get it out of his head that he's the hit of the beach, and the louder the kid bellows the more pointedly does the male parent glance around for vo- .clferous applause from the bathers and beach loungers.
 When with the bawling young 'un a. straddle of his shoulders he wades out to a point where a huge combing wave.
 
 frightened child with apprehensive agony. the grinning parent appears to be having just about the fun of his life. When the wave passes. and in passing deposits about a pint and half of salt water in the system of the bowling infant through the crying, wide open mouth, the father of the suffering tyke is so over-joy ed that he just has to hold his sides to con- tain his laughter; he sure does.
 Nearly Drowns Kid. He magines that because all of tho bathers In his neighborhood are looking at him they are filled with admiration for his neat sense of the ridiculous, and this causes him to go through the per- formance till the young 'un is so nearly drowned that 1t can't yell any more. When the baby becomes pallid. blue Tipped and languid with utter fear and weariness, the funny father sometimes takes it on to the sand and gives it a little rest But few minutes later he's liable to go through the whole perform ance again
 His idea, ysee. is to get the young 'un used to the water and make him like 1t. Maybe you've noticed that there are thousands of grown men, unable to swim and hating all sorts of open bathing with virulent hatred, who attribute their distaste for the water to the gleeful en- thusiasm of their daddies in trying to teach 'em all about it when they were hardly out of their swaddling clothes.
 'The scuffling young fellers who shed sand all over you while they engage in horseplay couple of inches from the spot you have blocked out to take a sun bath are on hand this year, as usual. They've got the hull Atlantic water front, from Labrador to the keys of Florida, on which to try each other out at catch as-catch-can wrestling and things, but nix they are just naturally bound to have 1t as close to your little spot as they can possibly get without stepping right on your ear, and there are moments when In the exuberance of their enthusiasm, they don't mind doing that. When one of them manages, by the employment of knack or the exercise of great strength, to hurl his wrestling partner, an inert and crushing lump right on top of you, the enjoyment of the bunch of scuffling young fellers seems to be considerably augmented.
 When they're not wrestling, accom- panying their wrestling with loud, horse cries out of their threats, they're racing up and down the verge, so adjusting their course that they have to jump over your reclining figure, in doing which, of course, they drop enough sand in your eyes to give your orhs bloodshot and dissipated appearance for a couple of days.
 A Moment of Delight. 'The scuffling young fellers also play ketch with a rubber ball out in the wa ter. When In the progress of this little game one of them hits you a blinding smack In the eye with the rubber ball. causing you to believe that a large and l vindictive sea nettle has marked you for | It's own, the acute delight of the scuffling young fellers Is not to be described In | mere words.
 "Tne dear little. beach-playing child, | who empties a toy shovelful of wet, | heavy soggy sand into your eyes as you l lie stretched out, trying to get your coat l of tan, is on the job this year, too, as | usual ] The sweet little thing just tottfes