Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1921-11-11

distant call of the birds. 1t is quite
cool. That is one nice thing about
the nights up here; it never gets too
hot to sleep. No matter how hot,
sitting and sultry the day, at night
you always need two heavy blankets.
This is the last day of June. Thank
goodness.
II Sunday, July I'd
Am back 1t Spring Hill. Got in
Saturday. Ran into my singing friend
whom 1 met at Southampton last Sum
day, and he took me under his care
and is treating me royalty. Wants
me to stay over Monday. AS my ter
ritory is pretty we'll run out l think l
will. l may also sell him a book.
This fellow Lambert expects to visit
the States soon, and is going to try to
break into operate work. l don't
think he will, but he at least can get
into vaudeville and make good. /
went to church this evening the first
time that l have been up here. 1t was a
fairly good service, but of course moth
ing to what / have been accustomed.
AS there are no newspapers here on
Sunday, due to no trains, and the town
not large enough for a newspaper of
its own, the mayor gets any special
war news. A bit of it was read out
in church this evening. Up here they
have no trains on Sunday. Three to
| CnrinU Hill ar Co,tho m nfon oDd onlv
one train during the week. The sun
set was again very beautiful this
evening. 1t lasted until about $50.
There was still a red streak on the
horizon at that time. Learned some
more about politics up here from dis
cussion of the recent elections. Dirty
work and graft are the rule. The
party with the most corruption rules.
| The general price for a mans vote
, is two dollars and a flask of rum
7 this latter not w~ithstanding the fact
t that N. S. is supposed to be dry. l met
an alderman of this town last even
2 ing and he was on the outside of quite
a little liquor. He insisted upon buy
5 ing cider and cigars for the crowd.
!. However, on Sundays every store is
l shut up tight. Here's a town of about
| two to four thousand inhabitants and
the only store open was one drug
store and that only during the day.
< It's a queer place.
> Tuesday, July 4th
This is the quietest Fourth that 1
: have ever spent. l suppose that down
at Wildwood everything is going full
t tilt. l can imagine the crowds, the
lights, the fireworks. l can hear the
p sounds of music, of laughter, of dane
ing and singing; couples going by,
t clinging to each other, and whisper
ing phrases lifted from books. Here
there is only the patter of rain on the
roof and the mocking caws of the
. crow. 1 would give anything to feel
the boards beneath my feet just now.
1t is raining again. June had % days
: of rain, and l fully believe that seven
of those eight clear days were before
1 came up here. July gives every
promise of being similar. 1 don't re-
: member having two clear days in sue
= cession since I've been up here. Had
:, one. clear day out of four so far in
July. l think l will spend the re-
: mainder of this week with Bob Lam
bert. The rivalry between the two
moving picture houses is comical. Bob
Lambert sings in me of them and he
borrowed back a piece of music from
a girl who sang and played in the
other. Immediately the girl was fired
for helping the opposition house. The
other house hen tool her up just to
" get back at the other fellow and is
putting her on to sing several times
this week with Lambert. But the
contest does not stop there. 1t is
developing into personalities and
= scandal and mud-slinging, and if ever
> scandal spreads it does In a rube town.
Theatregoers are taking sides and
: : telling everything they know about
the other parties. For curiosity also,
go to a rube town. AS soon as a
stranger along everybody runs
to the window or stops and looks or
> turn their heads. People have been
wanting to know who 1 am. The man
from the other movie house is also
worried. He is afraid that Lambert is
going to pull something over on him,
, and he has been making some inquir-
les about me. No one knows me but
Bob, and he has been telling the peo-
pie that / am a famous baritone from
the Metropolitan Opera House of
Philadelphia. Imagine that. But the
funniest part of it is that the sane
, and sober people believe it even, and
1 am being demanded to sing. 1t is to
= laugh! That one is born every minute
: is certainly a conservative estimate
up here, to say the least.
Sunday, July 9Th