NORTH SHORE BREEZE 
MANCHESTER, MASS., SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 21, 1907. 
RELIEF FROM WHISTLE. 
Manchester Calls on the Government in Re= 
solve passed at Special Town Meeting. 
Committee Appointed. 
Manchester is the first of the towns 
or cities interested to take formal action 
on the matter of the fog whistle recently 
placed on Baker’s Island and at the 
special town meeting Monday evening a 
resolution was adopted protesting against 
the whistle with its “‘harsh and loud tone 
as an intolerable injury to the health and 
comfort of the inhabitants’ and ‘“against 
the unreasonable injury which is being 
done to them,’’ requesting the govern- 
ment, through its proper officials, to give 
some measure of relief. 
It was furthur resolved ‘“‘that a com- 
mittee of ten voters be appointed by the 
moderator for the purpose of transmitting 
this protest to the proper authorities, and 
to take such other action in the premises 
as may seem to them expedient.’’ 
The general interest felt all along the 
North Shore in the movement looking to 
the modification of the whistle was amply 
shown by the large attendance. The 
summer colony was well represented at 
the meeting, and a number took part in 
the discussion. 
Among the members of the summer 
colony present were Charles Head, G. 
M. Lane, Col. H. E. Russell, Philip 
Stockton, Geo. M. Morgan, Geo. N. 
Black, F. M. Stanwood, Dr. R. H. 
Fitz and Miss Edith Fitz, W. B. Walk- 
er, Reginald Boardman, Mr. and Mrs. 
J. Warren Merrill, George E. Cabot, 
Wm. Hooper, S. Parker Bremer, A. I. 
Croll, A. M. Merriam, Henry S. Grew 
and H. K. Caner. 
There was very little discussion on 
the resolution, which was offered by 
Mr. Head, one of the petitioners for the 
meeting. The only one speaking against 
it was C. O. Howe, who compared the 
noise from the whistles on automobiles 
as far worse than the fog whistle, and 
more apt to bring on nervous prostration. 
The meeting was called to order at 
7.45 by acting Town Clerk G. F. 
Allen, who read the warrant. W. C. 
Rust nominated F. K. Hooper as mod- 
erator, and he was elected by an hand 
vote. Mr. Hooper was sworn in by the 
clerk and in accepting the office he said 
he was somewhat surprised that he 
should be nominated moderator as it was 
throughly understood he had given up 
the office last year. He thanked the vot- 
ers and cautioned his friend not to ‘‘do 
it again.”’ 
Selectman Swett read the petition call- 
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THE STRIDENT HORN 
RESPECTFULLY ADDRESSED TO THE LIGHT-HOUSE 
BOARD. 
When the gray fogs creep from the restless deep 
And the shore is hid from the main, 
Then the Baker’s horn—the strident horn 
Groans loud like a beast in pain. 
And the sailor man on the cold wet deck 
Takes a pullat his pipe and smiles 
For he hears the horn and knows where he is 
(Somewhere within fifteen miles). 
And the Wenham farmer turns in his bed 
And wonders which it may be— 
Has the old white cow a pain again, 
Or is there a fog at sea? 
But the fevered woman and restless child 
Are denied the sleep long sought, 
While the precious ships of the Standard Oil 
Come undelayed to port. 
Now God forbid that the sailor man 
Should lack for our watchful care, 
Who brings the fish from the death-strewn banks 
And dares all a man may dare. 
In the chilling blast of the winter storm 
Mid the blur of the blinding snow, 
Thrice blessed be the friendly warning horn 
That the harbor paths shall show. 
Throw wide in the night the beacon light, 
To every aid give heed, 
But the sailor is neither a babe nor a fool 
To ask what he does not need. 
He claims his right to the towered light, 
To the horn that guides his way, 
But what is his need of the loudest horn 
From the Gulf to Fundy’s Bay? 
Enough to hear and the danger clear 
The rightful path to keep, 
But the sick and weak on their bed of pain 
Must they lose the boon of sleep? 
In the cold wan dawn when the life we love 
Ebbs low and we fear to speak, 
When the failing pulse is faint and slow 
And the color leaves the cheek— 
When the watcher bends o’er the fevered brow 
And marks the struggling breath, 
Then the strident groan of the torturing horn 
May mean not life, but death. 
Give heed, give heed to the sailor’s need 
When fogs or gales arise; 
Let horn or bell the danger tell 
In the xone where the danger Lies. 
But tame the note from the brazen throat 
That it still due guard may keep, 
Yet leave once more to the sickon shore 
The priceless boon of sleep. 
fey 
Raise in Price of Milk 
Owing to the raise in the price of the 
producers made necessary by the high 
price of hay and grain, and labor the 
retail milk dealers of Manchester have 
decided that on and after October 1,’ 07, 
milk will be eight cents a quart. 
THOUGHTS HEREAND THERE 
BY D. F. LAMSON. 
Some recent revelations of a certain 
Commission furnish reading that is not 
perhaps highly edifying, but it is rather 
interesting; the lesson to be learned is 
that cities and towns need for public ser- 
vants men of both honesty and capacity, 
men who are neither knaves nor fvols. 
So faras ‘“Old Home Week’? has 
been used for its legitimate purposes, and 
not for advertising or spectacular uses, 
so far it has left a pleasant fragrance be- 
hind it; the more_we have of such cele- 
brations the better, but it is a pity that 
such a thing can be so perverted as to 
make wise men wish to forget it. 
Merely to invest the past with the hues 
of romance is one thing; to make it 
teach us lessons for daily living is quite 
another thing, but the two need not be 
wholly separated; the past, rugged as it 
often seems to us, is shot through with 
gleams of inner light that transfigure and 
and glorify it, like ‘‘mountain ranges 
overpast in purple distance fair,’’ and the 
same light suffices for our homely needs. 
Ocean, with its storms and calms, its 
dark shadows and its many-twinkling 
smiles, emblems forth human life in_ its 
constant changes and restless movements, 
now bright with sunshine, now clouded 
Ala tempests. But heavens arches over 
all. 
There are those who expend enery, 
learning, skill, and even venture life it- 
self in such scientific problems as the 
discovery of the magnetic pole, or the 
navigation of the aerial spaces; and all 
honor to true science, we say; it is a 
lordly thing; and all honor to human toil 
and daring. 
But better is* it to lift up a fallen 
brother, to strike off the shackles of the 
serf, to hasten the reign of right on 
earth, than to rift the hills and weigh the 
seems, to exploit a continent or change 
the map of the world. All may not be 
scientists or exployers, but all may help 
alittle to wheel the earth sunward, to 
bring in the triumph of justice, to restore 
humanity in the image of God; the one 
is good, the other is the best. 
Many of England’s colonies have cost 
the island empire dearly in blood and 
treasure; but she has willingly paid the 
price of national aggrandizement; fifty 
years ago, British supremacy in India 
was trembling in the balance, and Cawn- 
pore is still a shuddering memory; today, 
British rule in India is again on trial. 
The Orient and the Occident seem not 
to coalesce easily, or work kindly to- 
