NORTH SHORE BREEZE 
AND REMINDER 
Vol. XIV 
Manchester, Mass., Friday, April 14 
No. 15 
North Shore the Favorite Playground 
Region 2 Rocks and Islands, Alluring Woodland Drives, Beautiful Harbors and Beaches, Sunny 
Skies and Sparkling Waters 
By HELENE SHERMAN 
A HUGE arm juts out from the coast of Massachusetts 
into the Atlantic, forming a bay, to which the old 
Commonwealth has given its own name,— Massachusetts 
Bay. The northern shore of the Bay is one of the most 
beautiful spots in the world. It is a region of rocks and 
islands, light-houses and little villages, smooth, broad 
toads and dream harbors, sunny skies and sparkling 
Swaters.) = it is a land of forgetting, cut off from the 
banalities of the everyday world, and has a_ peculiar 
charm, half sad, half gay. If you go to the North Shore, 
you will find yourself living the healthy, happy, out-otf- 
doors life you lived when you were a boy. ‘The white, 
glistening roads will take you from one little village to the 
other and tempt you on and on until you will find that you 
have spent nearly the whole day out in the sweet, salt 
air; the little towns with their legends and their haunted 
houses will give you food for dreams for many a month 
to come; the clean, smooth beaches and the blue Atlantic 
ill help to make you brown and powerful. 
What is the spell that lies in old, old streets? On the 
North Shore this charm is strongly felt, although the old 
roads are so smooth and well kept that one forgets that 
they were the highways and byways of Colony days, and 
wonders what it is that makes these roads more alluring. 
It is the voice of the past,—the past that is the history 
of a new country. Almost all the road from Gloucester 
to Boston is the old: stage-coach road, and it is not such 
a far cry as it sounds to that. old day. Men who dash 
along today in powerful machines can remember when 
the coach made its daily journey from The Harbor to 
Salem, carrying its chance passengers, or perhaps a soldier 
or two back from the Civil war. The streets of Marble- 
head have their own enticement. Leave your gay hotel 
where the porches face the harbor and where everything 
is so modern that one seems hardly to have left town at 
all; take your way down the hill and you will find your- 
self in the heart of the most interesting village in New 
ungland. 
It is not for my humble pen to attempt the descrip- 
tion of Marblehead, dear little Yankee town that it is. 
The winding streets will in ten minutes,—no! in fve— 
shut out the sights and sounds of your hotel and you 
will forget that there are such things in the world as 
“compact” apartments, “self-service” elevators, and  ap- 
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pearance to be kept up. Here, are the simple things of 
life that belong to an almost forgotten age; a brown tinge 
seems to have softened these old sailor dwellings, and 
the people still, happily, sanely poor. These erratic old 
houses, built by sturdy, prosperous seamen have about 
them no air of ruin or neglect; on the contrary, they pre- 
sent an air of tidy thriftiness and the poverty (although 
that is hardly the word to describe it) is not the apathetic, 
sullen poverty of the city, but rather the poverty of the 
country where everyone has enough to eat and his own 
garden, thank you! 
A sudden turn in the wandering streets will bring 
you back to your gay hostelry before you realize that you 
have left the fascinating new world you have just dis- 
covered. 
The streets of Manchester-by-the-Sea have their own 
charm, likewise. I hope that you will motor through 
Manchester from West Manchester in the late afternoon 
when the pretty Common in the center of the village it at 
its best. The Common is a green upon which stand the 
town’s public buildings, its Orthodox church, built more 
than a hundred years ago, the Town Hall, and the Police 
Station, all more or less picturesque. Huge trees will be 
casting their checkered shadows over the grass, the cool 
paths, and the glimpse of the little Inner Harbor, the 
Outer Harbor and Smith’s Point beyond will be very 
refreshing. 
Magnolia, I think, might be called the most bustling 
of all the North Shore towns. There is the biggest hotel 
on the Shore,—the Oceanside—an immense affair with its 
colony of cottages, all overlooking an unsurpassable ex- 
tent of sea and land, with its tennis courts and its pleasant 
gaiety-loving guests. Not far away is the North Shore 
Swimming Club, the largest, best equipped and most pop- 
uiar of its sort on the Shore. At Magnolia, too, is a golf 
course. All these are of necessity within easy reach of 
each other and of the attractive hotels in this tiny, charm- 
ing village. Another attraction that each year brings many 
people to Magnolia is the presence of the most artistic 
group of summer shops to be seen in New England. The 
choicest merchandise of the country is thus brought to the 
North Shore for the summer guests. And yet, with all 
these diversions and attractions, Magnolia remains un- 
A Bit of Manchester Scenery—Norton’s Point, 
