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NORTH SHORE BREEZE 
Published every Saturday Afternoon. 
J. ALEX. LODGE and A. E. McCLEARY, 
Editors and Publishers. 
5 Washington Street, Beverly, Mass. 
Branch Office: Pulsifer’s Block, Manchester, Mass. 
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North Shore. 
Entered as second-class matter May 23, 1904, at the 
post-office at Beverly, Mass., under the Act of Congress 
of March 3, 1879. 
Telephones: Manchester 9-13, Beverly 1008-4. 
SATURDAY, OCT. 1, 1904. 
Change of Address. 
Subscribers who are leaving the 
shore will confer a great favor upon 
the proprietors of the breeze uf they 
well send in their winter address, either 
to our Manchester or to our Beverly 
office, as soon as they know when they 
are to leave. 
This will greatly facilitate matters, 
and will insure a prompt continuation 
of the paper at your new address. 
The Baltic fleet will have to fight 
for a base—if it ever does leave home 
—or sail into a neutral port and dis- 
arm. 
Two great questions confront us 
this fall—Will Roosevelt defeat Parker 
for the Presidency, and will Harvard 
defeat Yale for the foot-ball suprem- 
acy? Both questions appear to be of 
vital importance to the people. 
Who can accuse the Czar of not 
being sincere in his disarmament prop- 
osition which culminated in the Hague 
conference! Is he not sending his 
war ships and transports to every land 
and disarming them as fast as possi- 
ble? 
Massachusetts has lost an honored 
son and the United States one of its 
greatest statesmen by the death of 
Senator George Frisbie Hoar. He 
stood before the world as one of the 
greatest men, both in point of ability 
and character, that the nineteenth 
century has produced. 
NORTH SHORE BREEZE 
Tendencies, 
Delightful as it is to be a year 
around resident of the North Shore 
and to enjoy the many advantages 
which nature has given our little town 
by the sea, coupled with the privilege 
of having everything that any muni- 
cipality would wish for in the line of 
improvement, and of having the major 
part of it paid for by our wealthy sum- 
mer tax-payers, there are some as- 
pects of our situation not wholly to 
our advantage. 
At the opening of the school season 
this year we are again reminded of 
the tendencies of the age in places 
situated as is the North Shore, where 
we have so many people of leisure 
who come here for rest, recreation 
and amusement—people of wealth 
who can afford to spend their time 
playing golf and various pastimes of 
this nature. 
Our young folk in a greater or less 
degree emulate these people and this 
kind of life, and, we fear, loose sight 
in some measure of their duty to 
themselves, their community and to 
their posterity. 
Our educators must strive to teach 
their young pupils to be useful and 
helpful citizens; teach them some pro- 
fession, craft or trade that will enable 
them to provide for themselves now 
and their families hereafter. 
We cannot all follow a profession, 
but all should be well trained and ed- 
ucated. A man with a good educa- 
tion is better fitted to be a plumber, 
carpenter or brick-layer than one who 
is not. And we think some of Booker 
Washington’s ideas can be applied 
right here at home by teaching our 
young people not to despise work, 
hard work, and work that may soil 
their hands. 
In this age of progress, in order to 
succeed, we must take our coats off 
and roll up our sleeves; we must get 
at it with a will. The time has come 
for our teachers to wake up to the fact 
that the world needs workers more 
than philosophers; but a worker that 
is a philosopher is a useful and _ help- 
ful member of any community. It is 
said that there are 300 lawyers in Bos- 
ton who go to bed hungry every 
night. Of course there~is always 
room at the top, and a young man 
who is of a legal turn of mind should 
be allowed to follow his bent; but it a 
very serious mistake to try to make 
a lawyer out of aman who should be 
a wood-carver, or a music teacher out 
of agirl who should be a chamber 
maid. 
By this it should not be under 
stood that the pupil should not have 
high ideals, but they should not de- 
spise any useful productive occupa- 
tion. 
What this world needs today is 
men and women who create some- 
thing, who produce new things, or 
multiply and add to old, useful and 
desirable commodities, and not to fall 
in with a tendency of the times to 
corner what someone else has _ pro- 
duced and make people pay more than 
itis worth so that they can live in 
luxury and idleness. In short, pick 
out what you are best adapted to, and 
then fit yourself for that. But do not 
lose your courage because you find 
that you are unsucessful in an occu- 
pation for which youare by nature un- 
fitted. Gi ws 
Whisperings, 
“This. may interest some of your 
readers,’’ said a friend the other day 
as he handed me the letter printed 
below, “as it will give them an idea of 
what was thought of the town-by-the- 
sea in its early days as a summer 
resort. * 
The communication was written to 
The Boston Journal in 1870 by one who 
presumably had come to Manchester 
to spend a few days at “this seaside 
hamlet.” It follows: 
MANCHESTER, MAss., Aug. 9, 1870. 
To the Editors of the Boston Journal: 
Down the shore of your beautiful bay 
a score of miles or so, one hour’s ride 
from the Journal, and we are set down 
at this seaside hamlet. Spindle sugges- 
tive, one is not a little surprised to find 
in lieu a rambling, picturesque old town 
jauntily perching itself on one foot half 
way up the hills. Out of a railway line, 
unknown to fame, unnoticed by map 
makers, for more than two centuries has 
it blushed unseen at its own home bred 
praises. ‘“ But beauty is its own excuse 
and eyes were made for seeing.” People 
of culture and taste have found it out at 
last, coaxed the rugged patches of soil 
into soft green sward, built tasteful 
homes, and find here today the perfect 
abandon of vest. Too much “up hill” 
for “goutism,” too quiet for rowdyism, 
notstylish enough for snobism, it attracts 
nothing but robust, healthy humanity — 
nature’s own clique—who are not 
afraid of her ungloved hand. With 
sundry Professors, D.D.s, M.D.s, and 
tradesmen, men of quiet renown and un- 
questioned veracity to confirm the state- 
ment, I make bold to assert that for 
grand old hills, fine ocean views, charm- 
ing drives, cosy walks (and good common 
sense society), this hill-side nook, in its 
modest retreat, cannot be surpassed this 
side of the sea, and if assisted could 
throw the guantlet over it. If with such 
weighty testimony that of your own eyes 
is needed, take this path and pass up 
yonder hill. No light task, but it will 
pay you. 
Directly in front, at the South, lies the 
“ Bay,” with waves bluer than the sky, 
Islands, too many to count, large and 
small, gray-rocked, sand-ribbed, green- 
shaded, the perfect embodiment of indo- 
lent rest, lie on its bosom, or lean against 
the headlands. Long, dancing waves 
climb up the sea-tasseled rocks till they 
stand knee deep in the tide, then burst- 
ing with laugh at the funny sight, run 
up the beach a pace or two to have it out. 
