The New York herald., 1922-07-31
JAZZ-BEAUX STRUT
AT ATLANTIC CITY.
Their Trolling for Weak
fish Seems Main Form
of Diversion.
SUITS ARE NOT MUCH
Girls Roll Them Down on
Verandas, but Up on
the Beach.
DAMP Is QUITE GENERAL
New Workers Roll Up in Taxi
Would Taxi Back in
Rolling Chairs.
DAMP Is QUITE GENERAL

ATLANTIC CITY. N. j.. July 30.-It is
amazing the way folks here can pick
themselves up of Sunday morning.
Last night was a trifle rough. More
over, the more spirited element
showed an intolerance of the higher
things of life. Alcoholic beverage was
consumed despite the vigilance Of Mr..
Cone. Mr.. Cone is the prohibition
enforcement agent. and a very diligent
agent he is. too.
Butlthe careless element had quite a
night of it. The boys and girls did
disagree upon such vital matters as
the real name Of Count Zichy, some
saying 1t was and others saying it
wasn't; why Evelyn Nesbitt is leaving
the Bal Tabarin. and just who were
the thirteen ladies' who were not
caught in the raid on the Chinaman's
I, last week.
Yes. just a trifle out of step was last
night. To be sure. 1t was no more
nor any less crosslegged than other
evenings have been, and Judge Cole
may or may not have a word or two
to say about it at the next meeting of
the Chamber Of Commerce. We might
observe in passing, and without the
slightest disrespect to Judge Cole. that
the boys and girls about whom this
story Is written haven't the most re-
lmote idea Of what the Chamber OF
4 Commerce is. and are not az aiting,
with terror-stunned minds, 4 next
meeting of that decorous organ zation.
Looks Fair Enough.
Last night and it's celebrators are
merely mentioned to lend contrast to
this gorgeous Sunday morning. If we
may take adverbial liberty with SEN
sitive people, we would say that every
thing In Atlantic City this day Is strictly
Phifadeiphia. We mean everything looks
fair enough. But we have been caught
. In the spirit net of the day and purpose
accepting everything at its face value.
Anybody insisting upon an investiga ton
OF to-day's apparant pureness gets no
sympathetic understanding here
Behold these piers, this Boardwalk,
! that beach! The weakfish are chatting
4 the Psalms. The beach combers have
taken upon their faces the sweet seren-
ity of the boy soprano. The bluefish
have Gained down and are giving hum
be thanks that conditions are as they
are. Mr.. vesse'la's band is playing
= Onward Christian Soldiers" The land
breezes are safely asleep. Save for the
excursion fetched Esquimaux the beach
crowd is calm and serene. Over all
there has fallen film of occurrences.
IT is Sunday morning. Last night was
last night Tomorrow will be Monday.
tFor all seemingly mysterious refer
ences herein to weakfish, beach comb
'Sers. Esquimaux, undertow and the like.
glossary Is provided in another coll
umn).
You can no more compare Atlantic
City to Asbury Park. for example. than
you can New York to ST. Michaels Md
And by Atlantic City we mean the tran
sient population of It's beach front.
Here we have the jazz-beaux and the
iazz-belles who set the American styles
ir bathing suits and conversational
patter. They spend their DAYS upon
the beach and their nights yearnine for
cabare; renown. For the most part they
Sve in the hotels and boarding houses
IN the. streets running north from the
Boardwalk. Among them the beach
'front.' hotel element is negligible
Brogues and Brillfnntfne.
A jazz-bcau will arrive with his bule-
ing suit case and prepare for conquest.
y He has two pairs of white fianne.
trousers. blue coat to 60 with them.
v pair of two-color country club
brogues, a four piece Norfolk suit of
homespun and quantity of brilliantine.
He has. too, bathing suit that robs the
old joke about the lady and her four
ounce affair of all It's punch Nobody
could wear less on the beach than the
lad we refer to as the jazz-beau. No
body could convince the beach patrol
that he was wearing something.
He dons this modicum Of cover and
fares forth to give the girls a thrill.
He Is met at the Boardwalk by a police
man. who informs him that he will have
~ go back and drape a rain coat or
bath robe or something about himself
|. That's the law. girl, for instance.
may troop the Boardwalk or the hotels
with her stockings rolled down to her
ankles. And what is more. they do It.
Not little girls, but large. able bodied
ones who give you to wonder whether
Trey are really thirty or merely unfor-
tunate. But on the beach she must
fnss from her toes to the lower ex-
tfemity OF her Annette Kellermans.
Our jazz-beau tries to argue with the
policeman. but having words with an At
lantlc City policeman Is productive of
nothing desirable. The laws the law,
and manly beauty in bathing suits
.softens not the Atlantic City police force.
Our hero strikes the beach and we shall
assume that he has his way to make,
having no acquaintances there. There
fore he becomes a beach comber and
begins trolling for weakfish. Possibly he
win join group OF trollers. It's easy
10 break In.
On the Trail of the Weakfsh.
There was a time when the college
youth was a type. To-day that type
has become too general to be classified
kbunder one head. II is hard to tell whether
our jazz-beau is haberdasher's clerk
or a college sophomore. Chances are he
Is all Of the latter In spirit and mind.
And the chances are that he Is the
rormer or its counterpart In reality.
However, his group comes upon a couple
cf weaknsh. The latter usually travel
In pairs Brazenly he gives the eye of
. fellowship and demurely she accepts the
challenge. The group of beach combers
Is smaller by two.
Had to stop" explains our hero. "a
baby like you would stop"
"A clock" interrupts the weakfish
jszz-bell ''go on and say IT,"
Some little live wire, aint your"