The Carlisle independent., 1920-02-05
ATLANTIC CITY IN WINTER TIME
QBy j. E. Jones)

1t may have all started with that
See America First" stuff before the
war, or possibly the later difficulties
of travel either by rail or water, in
duced the pioneers of discovery to in
vestigate Atlantic City's energetic
claim that it is a winter resort, as we'll
as a summer playground that has fl
nally made this famous New Jersey
ocean front the haven of rest and
refuge for people who want to play,
and for tired men and women. We
stopped at the Breakers, a great big
beautiful hotel with salons, lounges,
corridors and glass-enclosed balconies
in which there was something like
half acre of Oriental rugs to tighten
up the lamps of the soul. The spa
ciousness was dotted everywhere with
resistless davenports, comfortable
chairs and cozy corners into which
ones frame sinks with an ease and
comfort which no Chiropractor or
Ostepath could improve with his skill
Of adjusting things to fit his back
And we lapsed into luxury and COM
fort of the place just as though we
had been raised on it, or had forever
known of this ''show place of Allan
tic City"
The Board Walk was being patron
lied by the ladies or parade, who
wanted no one to miss having look
at their thousand dollar coats, and
others of both male and female va
rieties, singly, in pairs, and in groups
engaged in filling their lungs with
the bracing air of the old Atlantic as
they paced this distinctive pathway
besides the ocean. Still others, "sons
of Mary" glided by in rolling chairs
propelled by the stolid "sons of Mar
Itha," at seventy five cents and
quarter tip per hour.
Now that the war is over EXPIRES
sive phrases from all languages are
again permissible, which makes de-
scription easier for the writers: and
therefore let it be chronicled here
that it rained like "dunder and bit
zen" part of three days at Atlantic
City. But we were riding on ''the
breakers the finest land-grounded
craft on the ocean, that ever faced
waves, tides, winds, sunshine or
storms. It was quite like that event
full trip across the sea, for the deep
roar that came from unfathomed
depths was the same; and the wind
slaShed by, moaning its plaintive wall
and seeking sail, awnings, or whatever
else might be in its pathway All
the symptoms of a storm at sea were
Ipresent-did l say ail-well then,
save one, for the Breakers returned
none of the inconvenience of sea-
sickness or ship-rocking. However,
to emphasize the reality of the dream
We occasionally turned on the spigots
in the bath and the salt water came
right in from the ocean to cover the
naked body and soothe the nerves.
, The Gulf Stream, the hot water fau-
Get of the Atlantic, always insures
an even temperature for the New Jer-
sey coast.
Poets have scattered the choicest
nectars of words about storms
and so would if l We're poet. But
being simply journalist it is my pro-
vince to relate facts, simply and
clearly. Therefore, it suffices to say
that l wouldn't have missed riding
out that storm on our good landship
THE Breakers" under any considera-
ton. But suddenly the clouds broke
away and the skies cleared, and Mr.
Sunshine kissed the waters and they
ceased their tumultoUs race, and the
angry roar became soothing rhythm
whose tones spoke peace and happi-
ness and comfort to those on shore
Then Atlantic City broke forth
again in midwinter splender The la
dies with their thousand dollar coats
sailed forth again to join the good
natured throng, and everybody from
the Colonel's lady to Judge O'Grady
focked to the Board Walk or went
down on the beach to get more ozone
into their lungs-and they enthusiast
tically agreed that the elixer of life
had been discovered.
By thousands and ten of thous-
ands, happy mortals gather for rest
and recreation at Atlantic City in the
good old winter-time, as well as in
the glorious summer DAYS. The battle
to make Atlantic City an all-year-
round resort has been fought and won.
And with my own lungs full of the
pure sea air | could answer all who
might desire my opinion as TO whether
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