What's in a Name! 



which the tourist gold gladly rolls its 

 annual way into their midst. It is a 

 wonderful playground for tired city 

 folk and western-bred people unfamiliar 

 with its satisfying scenarios. It is 

 rich in memories, and makes many shoe 

 buttons. Every hamlet has its story 

 of patriotism, and its store for supply- 

 ing gas and oil at Mt. Washington 

 prices to the producing tourist. It is 

 in certain respects a finished country, 

 compared with California. The street 

 car lines in and about Gloucester, for 

 example, demonstrate one phase of this 

 condition. The cars have been sold, 

 and the rusting rails are fast disap- 

 pearing in the cement in which last 

 August's sun imbedded them. Even 

 the sacred cod is no longer its old- 

 time source of cash and credit to the 

 quaint but now decaying base of opera- 

 tion against the Newfoundland 

 "banks." 



Finis is a sad word to affix to the 

 tale of a once great business, but, un- 



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