New Britain herald., 1917-09-01
living? JOHN D.
NEVER HAD. IT real
days Of Real Sport" Where
the Tide Dances

| Just imagine two dozen boys of as
sorted sizes loaded into a big. auto
| truck, trundled down the river to the
seashore, where none of them had
| ever been before, and let loose in a
| good oldfashioned farmhouse to
spend two solid weeks Doesn't that
spell happiness? Sending the boys
from the Corbin Avenue house of the
Children's Home to ChAlker Beach.
Saybrook, was the finest investment
that local friends of the Home could
possibly make, and when they look
at the hearty, healthy, happy-faced
lads, brown as young Indians. they
| must feel that their investment has
paid wonderful dividends. ..r
The days were hardly long enough
to hold all the fun. From early
morning till moonlight evenings there
was something doing all the time
trust lot of lively boys for that!
Fishing! Well! they caught one hun
dred and fifty fish. all kinds and all
sizes, and then they stopped That was
their limit. And besides clam chow
der and crabs, they ate boiled fish,
fried fish, baked fish, every kind Of
fish, until they were ashamed to pass
q fish market!
Two Of the boys yearned to do
more than sit on rock and pull in
| an occasional animated bologna" as
| they called the eels These two
struck up an acquaintance with the
| Captain" when he was painting his
| lobster buoys, and every day after
| that they rendered him valuable as
sistance, on his fishing trips. They
| were seasick at first of course but
what of that!
! Another lad who is born farmer,
| was fascinated by a pair of oxen on
a nearby place. and when the owner
gave him permission to ride on the
OK cart or drive the hay rake, the
lure Of the sea was not for him.
| Watching q stray aeroplane over
head and sighting some grim bust
ness-like war vessels out on the
Sound gave zest to things and slim
ulated many a fierce battle on the
| sand by moonlight. 1t was founC
that shells are shells in war times
and occasionally a we'll aimed sea
| she'll produced telling results Need
less to say the "Sammies Away:
won.
or course they could all swim, afte
| their faithful patronage of the pond
in this vicinity. They were In an(
| ont Of the water so much that the,
| appeared to grow partly amph1blous
Goats were not popular anyway, ant
! the day one boy did put on his Goa
| to fare forth, he was chased out int
the water and knocked down by
big playful dog. You can easily se
that coat is a handicap at tim
like that A bathing suit and pal
of knick bockers was perfectly ade
quate wardrobe for each boy
There were apples and plumbs near
by and the boys had permission t.
pick up all fruit on the ground.
was temptation sometimes not t.
bump against the trees and jar tn
limbs accidentally, but tho boys di'
not succumb. If they had. perhap
they would not have gained such
fine reputation all up and down TIN
beach for being remarkably quiet
| well-mannered lads Everyone like
them. The neighbors all spoke wei
| of them, the famous Saybrook mos
| uuitoes were their constant com
: | panions and some little fiddler crab
became painfully attached to them.
When last Thursday came and
) was time to go home the boys wer
> rather reluctant about driving ava
in the automobiles provided by loca
: friends They had been having tn
= time of their young lives and 1t wa
= hard to leave. Since their returl
4 | their most exalted dream is OF a goo
\ kind generous Santa Claus man VIII
will give a seashore farmhouse lik
t that one to the Children's Home s.
8 that this blissful vacation can be re
e peated by all the children every sum
mer.