Evening star., 1922-11-06
ME weather was getting very
hot In New York, with that
peculiar brew of damp heat

hot in New York, with that
peculiar brew of damp heat
for which the island city is
notorious, so we were glad to change
our quarters. now that the work was
New Jersey watering place. Our Am
bassador Hotel had q daughter there,
even larger and more wonderful than
her mother. so that my only fear was
that our party would become ener-
waited from the luxury we were en-
joying. 1t Is difficult to describe At
lantic City, for we have nothing in
England which Is at all like 1t.
The whole town is built upon a
great sandbank. with the Atlantic in
front and the swamps of the Della
ware river behind. 1t is so little
above sea level that It would be no
surprise to me II q tidal wave some
day were to wash it clean. Mean
while. 1t is quite the liveliest place
which we have found in our extended
travels and can only be compared to
lence of the surf bathing. The At
lantic roller has not the glorious
slow heave and roar of its Pacific
brother. but it is big enough to give
you a merry romp if you care to go
out to play. The sea has always
been a nurse to me and I have spent
two full years of my life actually on
her bosom. so ! was glad to be in her
arms once again. To lie floating on
a blue ocean and look up to blue sky
ment from earth that normal life can
give.
Atlantic City Impressions.
r.1a 10 raf
sare beach, for there is a queer tricky
goblin of a current which comes and
goes. suddenly catching at your legs
ana sweeping you seaward. Several
were drowned while We were there.
and Houdini. who Is one Of the finest
swimmers in the world, told me that
he had to fight for his life on ono oc-
caslon. They keep a patrol. however.
OF very competent men upon the
beach. who are stripped and ready
exposure has burned most of them
quite as red as an Indian and sug-
gests the curious reflection that II
we lived under quite natural condi-
ditions no such thing as the white
race would be known. l am con-
WINGED that the Maoris. for example,
are simply Sunburned whites.
l had come to Atlantic City for a
much needed rest. but it was essen
tial that l should get my travel i'm
presslons down while they were fresh
and up to this point many of them
This work kept me busy for several
hours a day. Still, what with my
daily swim. and what with rides up
and down the Boardwalk in the dou-
BILE bath chairs, propelled by one
negro power human engine, l had a
very restful time. and all of US found
our fun in our various ways. Several
friends came down to say goodbye to
US, and so lightened the days.
DOyle's Plucky Daughter.
The children. like children of all
nations, are intensely patriotic though
they keep their feelings to themselves
save when they are exasperated by
some attack or comparison. Billy al
ways carries small Union Jack,
drawn by herself in pencil. in her
pocket. and when they saw the nag on
were all in the mood to throw them
selves down on their knees. Yet they
honestly love the Americans-"the
grown-ups, anyhow. I am not 50 sure
about the children" says Denis. II
l wasn't British I should certainly
want to be American" says Malcolm.
Billy, as usual, says nothing but bot
ties up compressed emotions. Yester.
day she got several long slips OF wood
into her foot on the Boardwalk here
in Atlantic City. A chemist extracted
them with a forceps. You are very
brave You did nothing but grin:
said a kindhearted bystander. Oh,
am English" chirped Billy. That is
the good side of patriotism when 1t
helps one to live at ones best. out
alas for the evil side when 1t taxes
the form of brag and bounce and the
disregard Of other peoples feelings!
After all, the war proved that there
was a very high standard of valor and
self-sacrifice in every nation on what
ever side they fought.
There is a deep. silent sort OF love
Of country WHICH fon SSeprases wosld one never
suspect its intensity. I can remember
that in 1894, when was In the
states, the British were having poor
time there. politics and the Lord
Dunraven yacht race combining TO
make them unpopular. I noticed on
hoard the boat coming back dark,
silent man with heavy mustache-
a sort of cavalry officer type-as free
from apparent emotion as a man
could be.
Love Of Country.
When we arrived at Liverpool it was
midwinter, pouring rain. and tho quay
all slush. I was about to walk down
the gangway when some one brushed
violently past me. the heavy dragoon
man blundered down the gangway,
face on the pier and press his lips to
the muddy ground. Much inner pain
must have been endured before such
a man was in such plight as that.
l do not, as a rule, speak OF our