The Birmingham age-herald., 1916-07-16
Up and Down Broadway
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in the moonlight, however, is we'll worth beholding, even at the cost of remaining there longer than one intends. The wait, quite Jnaturally, calls for refreshments- and it is hardly necessary to awaken the envy of a prohibition community by going into details regarding these-so we leave the car for visit to the fla nous Chateau Laurier, situated upon the
 islands point. We find there dancing and dining in full swing. The place is thronged. as always in the summer, and yet, such Is the system that we are served with a promptness that leaves no room for complaint
 Now the air Is changed completely The tango of the salt water has done its work As we climb into the car again, we feel that the women of the party are justified in wrapping themselves up warmly and would not object to an overcoat or two for ourselves.
 Back along Pelham road once more, to the Parkway and on out that in the direction of Hunters Island. En route we pass the summer home of the New York Athletic club. ideally situated upon an arm of the bay and with splendid view of the sound. Then Hunters Island and once again we find 1t impossible to resist the lure of the slpendid restau- rant that invites us. It is Hunters Isl- and Inn, and though we have success
  sten Inn, Pell Tree Inn, the Colonial Inn, etc., we yield at the call of Hunt CTS Island and find ourselves seated around one of the many tables, watch ing the dancing-not altogether idle our selves. l Homeward bound, we see at our left 1! the marshes with the moon upon them. l the waters a little farther away. white ] sails. like great birds at rest upon the surface; the smell of salt water and meadows mingle in our nostrils; the air ] Is pure and exhilirat;ng, and the music | of the whirring motors lulls us into dreamy peace Again we flash past the l ting cottage of Poe, and as we see the raven we mentally murmur, 'Old bird, there is but one thing that could make
 us share your croaking hopelessness and | that would be a summons to give up a life so filled with joy, in world so | marvelously beautiful"
 ! And yet, we have but spent an evening
 in Gotham, and that evening the hottest of the season to date, from the dreaded effects of which the Monganrocks and vanderfellers are supposed to have fled
 hence in fear and trembling. | - 1HInd3. 3.A ika11Es AAps- '.ys s-Sxk kSnoGf28 Summer Fiction
 From Collier s. s,.f l Just how much, of the whole truth. did
 the New York Tribune tell in this bub- bling figure of speech?
 l Let us say that the American magazine 1 is the soda fountain of our literature;
 and. for the reverse, it is a, pretty accu- rate picture to take of our magazine ed- tors dressed in white before great
 polished machine. drawing swiftly and
 dexterously vanilla love stories and frosted chocolate love stories and occa-
 sionally even a strawberry ice. cream love l tale of bold pinkishness. ts
 1 And yet care does not turk in carbon
 ated waters; ice cream may be nourish- 1 ing as well as delightful; one can meet | the neghbors and get the drift of things
 from porch in front of the counter
 where the long spoons are active. It's
 cool in there away from the street ana the job, and experts tell us thAi those who like sugar in all its manifestations
 are not so likely to fall for alcohol. But
 no athlete ever did train on soda water. | What else are you reading thfs summery {
 Governor de Graeff of the colony os
 the old Dutch republic at St. Eusta- | tius, w. L. was the first official of a foreign nation to salute the American l flag. This event, occurred on November
 Is, IT'S. when Yankee ship entered
 the harhor at St Eustatius