Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1928-07-25

1t was q cool, foggy, misty morning
Over parched land a breeze had come
in the night, bringing with 1t strange
healing, tantalizing odors. an intangi-
BILE something that stirred memories in
thousands of hearts.
What was 1t that made many a man
sniff the air, intent on recalling, as II
with the nose, scenes and faces far
away and long ago? What right had
such wind inside the city limits?
A slight saltiness, wetness--
Seashorel
There was the answer in a word
Every beach along the coast knows such
mornings only in more intense form
when the sun has disappeared and the
sky is gray and the dominant mass OF
water out there rolls In wetter than
usual If such thing were possible.
What days of Joy those were, unfor-
gettably stamped on the memory of the
clty~bound man who was fortunate
enough In his youth to spend his sum
mers where the breakers crashed upon
the yellow sands!
Dream, if you will. of mountain
heights and their glories, but permit us
to recall the fiatter, dearer scenes oil
long stretched beach with background
of deep green-blue water, clear sky
clouds, gulls. tiny steamers in the dis
lance, trailing banners of smoke, now
and then a sailing vessel standing III
close
In those DAYS the favorite beach had
an individuality of its own, perhaps lost
in the march of progress. which does
strange things to seashore resorts as
we'll as to the human beings who fire.
quent them.
This place in those days had its
queer characters. its peculiar atmos-
phere. 1t had a boardwalk but no pier,
several large hotels, many small ones
usually called cottages1 and a number
of homes used only during the season.
Since then, we have heard, sawed
off pier has made its appearance, and
many other Improvements" but 1t
makes no difference. as far as we are
concerned--it will always be to us as II
was then, with its innumerable sand
crabs roaming over the beach, chased
by various dogs madly and franticaily.
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The song OF the surf-what delight
full music
Some profess not to like the noise OF
breakers, but that dull subdued boom
is music in many ears. 1t is nature S
lullaby which. once having been heard
is never forgotten.
1t was delicious to wake in the night
and listen to that restless. unceasing
grinding roar only a hundred yards
away. IT consisted Of tumbling OF
crest after crest. those near at hand
those up and down the beach. not to-
gether but in succession, so that there
was a continual roar.
The keen ear could detect the differ
ent combers as they came in, accom-
panied by the peculiar slithering sound
they made when they ran out again
and the smaller subwaves broke over
them as they met.
Occasionally an awful thing would
happen--there would be no sound al
all! Then how one strained small ears
to catch the first roll of watery thun-
der! These brief lulls In the music OF
the surf seemed portentious, somehow
fraught with grief
AS long as the breakers broke every
thing was well. but when one OF those
infrequent lulls happened, occasionec
by one grand wave mile or so long
breasting and breaking along the beach
at the same time, pause was necessary
as the water ran back.
Then there was silence. The cessa-
ton seemed for ages Everything is
exaggerated on and by the sea. Walkers
held their breath, as If in sympathy
with the sudden silence.
Ker-chunkl A wave broke at last,
then another. then another--the happy