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NORTH SHORE BREEZE 
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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, NOV. 12, 1904. 
Beverly Farms Again. 
A correspondent writes us that he 
hopes we haven’t abandoned our 
“efforts to awaken the city govern- 
ment to the hopeless condition of the 
streets at Beverly Farms and Pride’s 
Crossing.’”’ And he adds that “it is 
surely about time for the Beverly 
Farms people to demand in less 
gentle tones that they must have 
recognition from the city govern- 
ment.” 
We agree with our correspondent. 
It is about time for the people in 
Ward 6 to throw out some stronger 
words at the city fathers and demand 
an answer to their wants. All sum- 
mer long the summer residents, and 
local people as well, have been grumb- 
Jing about the condition of the high- 
ways at the farms; but all their 
grumbling has amounted to naught. 
They went so far as to get up a 
petition and presented it to the mayor, 
but it was pigeon-holed, while in the 
same breath, as it were, thousands of 
dollars were voted for what seemed 
tothe petitioners and many others a 
less needy object. 
No, we have not given up! We 
aim to work for “the best interests of 
the North Shore,” and_ especially 
when our patrons call upon us in a 
matter of this kind and commend 
what we have already done are we 
ready to do what we can to urgea 
just recognition of the wants of the 
many. 
True it is the city thought it wise 
to neglect Beverly Farms and Pride’s 
Crossing, whence comes the major 
part of the city’s revenue, for other 
parts of the city. But that is no 
reason why that section should still 
be neglected. The streets are in a 
wretchedly poor condition. They are 
almost unsafe for travel in some parts. 
Something ought to be done to relieve 
this unsatisfactory state of affairs. 
November Days. 
[Written for the BREEZE, by GEo. E. WILLMONTON]. 
The gray November days are here, 
The trees are bare and nude; 
The short’ning days, the passing birds. 
The stormy winds so rude, 
Remind us all of fleeting time 
And Winters solitude. 
Over and over I wonder 
Why we are thus depressed, 
Why gentle Summer’s passing 
Within us breeds unrest; 
Why frosty nights and snowstorms 
Are never welcome guests. 
This season is the harvest time, 
When Summer’s work is o’er, 
When all the crops are garnered in 
And we are rich in store. 
When we can rest long evenings through, 
Why care for winds that roar? 
Is it not the old, old story 
Of ideals never known, 
The joy of expectation 
That on our life has shown, 
That fades away in darkness 
And leaves us all alone? 
Animals I Have Been. 
BY WALLIS IRWIN. 
I purchased her a hat because 
Her thanks I loved to hear — 
She flattered me so tenderly, 
So archly and so slenderly, 
And said I was a Deer. 
Then she asked me would I buy for her 
A gown she wished to wear, 
And when I tried refusing her, 
She thought I was abusing her, 
And said I was a Bear. 
A friend I lent some money to 
He slapped my back with force, 
Rehearsed my virtues tearfully— 
But kept my money cheerfully— 
And called me “ Good old Horse”! 
But when I asked my money back 
A wonder came to pass: 
He looked at me regretfully 
And started rather fretfully 
To calling me an Ass. 
For when a Lion I would be, 
The Prodigal must laugh. 
He seems to think the treat’s on me, 
Accepts my drinks and eats on me, 
As on the Fatted Calf. 
These are examples of the change 
That often happens, viz.: 
The man who’s rolling high today, 
The biggest Whale in all the bay, 
Tomorrow’s Lobster js. 
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NortTH SHORE BREEZE. 
Peeps at People. 
[NotE— The BREEZE, acting upon the 
suggestion of several of its readers, is desir- 
ous of printing each week anecdotes, stories 
and bits of information like the following, 
about old characters in this section, in order 
to preserve these notes of historic import. 
The editor will be pleased to pay particular 
attention to any and all information of this 
nature that shall come to his ears. ] 
Jemima Annable, who married Eb- 
enezer Baker of Manchester in 1765, 
was noted for her great strength. It 
was said that she could lift a barrel of 
cider up to her lips and drink out of 
the bunghole. When her house was 
being built (its site was opposite the 
Hodge’s house on School street) two 
men at work on the foundations could 
not move a certain heavy stone, but 
when Mrs. Annable came along she 
rolied it to its place unaided. 
At a meeting of the Haphazard 
club in Manchester last Monday night 
“Old Characters” was the leading 
subject. Several old characters were 
taken up, and among these Captain 
Thomas Leach, one of the old-time 
sea captains. Capt. Leach was a 
tather of Mrs. A. S. Jewett, and lived 
in the house now occupied by her. He 
followed the sea from 1816, when he 
was nine years old, till 1877, at the 
age of 61, In the early eighties he 
and Mrs. Leach celebrated the 50th 
anniversary of their wedding, and on 
that occasion the old captain sent 
an urgent invitation to one of his old 
sea companions, Capt. John Codman, 
to join them on that occasion. The 
letter is given below and speaks ‘em- 
phatically of the character of the man. 
‘‘ MANCHESTER, Mass., 
Sept, 15., 1881. 
“ My Dear Old Shipmate: Youare 
appointed on a survey to be held at 
my house on the 27th instant. Fifty 
years before that time Mary Jane and 
I were spliced; so we are going to 
have this survey to report if the splice 
holds good, if no strand has drawn 
under that long strain, and if it is still 
strong enough to draw us into port. 
You will find me under full sail, with 
a flying-jib shirt, a gaff-topsail collar, 
broadcloth pants sheeted home to 
the ankles, and a swallow-tail towing 
over my taffrail. Mary Jane will be 
catharpened in at the waist, her stud- 
dingsails set alow and aloft, with ring- 
tail and watersail. 
“You can come in full rig or in 
plain sail, as you please; but mast- 
head your topsail yards, man the 
windlass, and make sail for this port 
on that day, without delay. Here are 
your sailing directions: When you 
leave the station in Manchester steer 
up the avenue N.N.E., till you come 
to the Gloucester road ; then put your 
