The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-05-29

I've had a good time, a good, good
 time,
 Nobody knows how good time but With nights and days of revel and of
 And tears and love and longing by
 the sea.''
 It must not be supposed that fair women are the only ones anxious to select the right place for their sum ner outing. Many a man scans the resort column and news with as much enthusiasm and interest,
 All mems minds do not run in the same groove: there are those who choose the Fashionable summer re- sorts to catch a glimpse of the beau t1ful women and gay life, to begaile the deeting days of their vacation. Many a bashfu1 young man has put himself into the hands of a dancing teachsr, hoping to be in the swim, at hop, ball or barn dance
 The resolve is certainly praisewor- thy Such a young man is a. god-send to the hotel proprietor who is nadly pulling his hair in his eager search for young men Of good position, character and social prominence as attractions to make his hosteIry popular with The papers are glad to print the list Of eligible young men who will so- Journ at this famous hotel or that one this summer The girls read, but To! visions of hop, ball. stroll flirting and love-Tnaking do not turn them from the plans they have made for their summer outing.
 Instead of f1innsy lace dresses, white satin. French hee4ed slippers, gossa- mer scarfS and whole bolts of baby blue ribbons, the girls will show you a blue serge skirt, middy blouses that I.ka $ dering, thick-soIed laced boots, sweat CT and tam O 'shanter cap That means that nine tenths of the girls who used to go in for@the gay life at the sum- mer hotel are to have quite different vacation this season. They have danced all winter in tulle and satin and have determined they must have a. radical change to bring back the roses to their cheeks and rest up So- ts the camp life they're going in for crowd of them, all going together under the wing of some good motherIy or her own, who knows what they need and what is best for them.
 Even the pretty dimpled dirts who imagined they couldn't live without some chap near to make love to them soon forget to sigh for heart con quests, or to even dream of a man in their slumbers when they lived for a week in the open. When they are all up with the dawn, chatfersng like magpies, how could one dare to cling to her pillow and hope to get another forty wfnks? There's Na five-trltIe tramp to the brook, and an hours fish ing before sunrise. if they would have 8 t@out breakfast. Each takes her turn at frying potatoes, broiIing ham or bacon and poaching eggs, whether she's a n1i1Iionadre's heiress or the daughter of a country shopkeeper The fried corn cakes (eacIl girl with mouth watering eagerly waiting her. turn to get one) tastes a thousand times more delicious than the finest short cake ever put together by the best French chef
 No girl has the temerfty Ito dare put up her hair in curl papers or beg for a bit of cold cream from She con densed milk can to keep the tan from her face and hands at bay. Camp life is wonderful appetizer All the girls are ready to unbuckIe their belts at the first toot of the dinner horn. The dainty creatures who start out on these girl-camping expeditions will re- turn sunburned. buxom, rosy and healthy. Goodbye fluffy, Ianguid sum- mer-resort maiden. Welcome bIioy- ant, breezy camping-out girl, you've added ten years to your precious life.
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