The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-02-18
DOWN ON THE BEACH
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX "no occupies a Unique Position In the Writing World As An ADtl,->.

fty on the Problems of life when. the formality of street clothes ds superseded by the ease or' bathing suits we humans seem to
 ehihk I, we've gone back to second ch1idhood-or jungle days The min ute we get out of our (somewhat scanty) latter day clothes and into the (only slightly scantierI infornal- 1 1ty of bathing suits we seem to sIin all restraint. Even those of us who keep a. little dignity when we slip
 out of regular clothes seem to put on a cynical sort of toleration with ou. bathing caps
 wonder why boys and girls don't realize that they can have a fine time at the beach in plenty of ways which won seem calculated to bring the beach policeman on the run Praying ball, running down h1a beach, lunching gaily-alI these and many more simple things are per m1ss1ble and enjoyable But cuddline. up to your neighbOr without the slightest interest in the fact that your love-making is visible to a thousand people, more or less, isn't and never Will be in good taste.
 Last weekend I visited two beach, es. At one of them the scanty clothes Of smart and sporty set were a bit startling But for the most part these rather shockingly clad people had
 manners, if not morals. And they seemed to be aware of the fact thai it's good idea to reserve your lowe
 making for a time when the world isn't looking on.
 The second beach was patronizeJ , by the more modestIy clad and Iess famous socially. But there the un- restraint with which John fzIgred Joan and with which Doris lay prone on the sand with her arm flung aJbout a rather sheepish Dick wore startlfng. to say the least.
 There was something so cheap and tawdry about the lack of restraint aiI about us that even the fresh sea breezes couldn't make that beach seem clean and tnVigorating Unre- trained passion is a disgusting thing to the onlooker, and there isn't any prettier name that is tratnfu. wfen 1 one is considering the sort of demon-t tration that goes on before an either l mildly amused or wildly disgusted 1: public.
 And it is seldom that anything , worth while ever comes out of this summer "sDooning'' to justify it or make it seem worth while to have slipped the bonds of restraint and { good taste. It's hard for a man or a. ! maid to get any sense of sacredness 1 or of permanency out of the sort of i "mushfng" which goes on so publicly  ard with so little deltcacy.
 Love is party illusion. So is TO- nance. Reality is a harsh thing from which it isn't easy from the poetry and flealisn of life to emerge. And when love and romance are publicly paraded and given no veil of sweet ness or de!icacy or of privacy, they are hard put to it to survive.
 Taking your pleasure on the wing and grabbing at each desire as you find it may give occasional thrilling and lurfd moments. But only hY learning to curb appetite and to con- trol the casual and unworthy can we come to deep-rooted and lasting feel ings.
 Don't let the summer loosen your restraint and tear down your ideals Summer friendships may. be lasting Summer love may go deep- But nothing can be built on shifting quiak sands.