Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-09-18

| but the wise man likes the contrast OF
| the friend who never touches 1t.
A year at the seaslore would be
intriguing not only for itself and in
itself, but even more because 1t would
present such q violent contraSt-the
raging sea Just q few yards away, the
dry beach here, the violent wind all
around but warmth In by the Preside.
II it be objected that weather Is weather
any place, and that this contrast holds
good In almost any Winter climate. we
reply that the seashore Is the seashore,
and that 1t has = way Of magnifying,
even IS the night magnifles.
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A good book, for instance, would
actually read better under the condi-
tons we have outlined. A booklover
will find that at least so per cent is
added to the normal enjoyment of a
book If he reads IL beside the sea. Those
who spend their time aboard liners
reading books know that this is true.
Who will dispute the fact that the
sea adds to the enjoyment of life, who
has at any time heard a great band
| playing out over the water? Dreams
come to life, then, certain small shivers
run up and down the spine, at music
which IN a drawing room would mean
only a few minutes of pleasantly.
The ocean magnifies, as the night
does; the ocean at night, with perhaps
4 great moon shining, is alive with the
dreams of whole races with the aspira-
tons of departed tribes, of nations
which have gone to their doom. Some
thing Of their spirit has been washed
into the sands, and one may feel 1t as
he walks along, especially at night,
when the cool sand scrunches beneath
the feet, and the waves beat out their
unbroken nnuffied melody.
| A landlubber may even be afraid of
the sea and yet love 1t. Sensible mari
ners will understand and respect him
because they know better than any one
| else Just how much the sea is to be
| feared. Better stay safely on shore
and pay tribute than go to sea II
one is afraid. The sea is no place for
weaklings.
The admiring landlubber, however,
might sit safely ensconced, watching
the pageant Of the seasons, with no
! greater fear than an occasional storm
which threatened TO blow his cottage
off It's piles.
There would be tidy tie-back curtains
at the windows The curtains would
be made Of some simple material, not
too fancy. because the salt breeze plays
no favorites.
AHIOubn bltC WlHuONB one ullGIlk SlS
and watch the great breakers crashing
or see on the horizon the smoke of pass
ing steamers. Mere black dots, they
yet each one, the watcher would know
would be a city in itself, distant
black dot which contained a multitude
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Fill up the drum stovel
See the leaping flames behind the
isinglass window and feel the radiant
heat as it fights the chill blasts Of the
coast
Hot tea, one might think, would be
just the drink for such q place. Here
would be cakes and tea, books and
music, with the rough bark Of old
Rover drifting in as he dug after fiddler
crabs.
There would be trip to town every
day, often against the wind, which
would try to blow one bodily on the
boardwalk.
Friendly greetings from the ma
tives," purchase at the general store
/ q few precious letters from the post
ONCE, perhaps a new book
stop at the life-Saving station,
| where deep-chested men SIT playing
4 checkers, waiting for the wrecks that
come seldom, thank God!