_ August 20, 1915, 
especially on this page the following little poem. 
ines 
PROM her summer home the “Bungalow,” Granite Bay, 
Short Beach, Conn., under date of July 16th, my 
triend Ella Wheeler Wilcox, sends me for publication 
Mrs. 
Wilcox is too well-known to require any comment from 
me, for she has long been considered America’s foremost 
woman writer. 
LOvE AND THE SEA. 
When first we met (the Sea and I), 
Like one before a King, 
I stood in awe; nor felt nor saw 
The sun, the winds, the earth, the sky 
Or any other thing. 
God’s Universe to me, 
Was just the Sea, 
When next we meet the lordly Main 
Played but a courtier’s part; 
Crowned Queen was I; and earth and sky, 
And sun and sea were my domain, 
Since love was in my heart. 
Before, beyond, above, 
Was only Love. 
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] WAS in one of Salem’s up-to-date drug stores the other 
day, and an old lady, who apparently was in a very 
nervous condition, said to the druggist, “Are you sure 
you have that medicine mixed right?” 
“No madam,” said my friend the clerk, “I wouldn’t 
go so far as that, but I’ve got it mixed the way the doctor 
ordered it.” . 
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THE bend in the road! ‘The bend in the road, and then 
the ocean glittering under the morning sun. The 
sweep of the sandy shore with its dull brown rocks, and 
the great hotel. A riot.of flowers and a greensward like 
velvet. Ah! but your ocean is wonderful, your hotel 
magnificent, it is a bit of paradise.” So said my im- 
pressionable friend,—who has travelled many thousands 
of miles, and is an exceptionally competent judge—as he 
was walking along Puritan Road, Swampscott, near the 
New Ocean House the other day. 
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E were talking—my friend the fisherman and I,—and 
once again I recognize the futility of ever getting 
one on a Swampscott fisherman. He was telling me some 
good fish stories, and I was telling one or two myself. 
We were getting quite argumentative, and thinking 
to cap the climax, I said: “Well, anyway, there are just 
as big fish in the sea as have ever been caught.” 
“Not as big as you have caught,’ came back the 
reply, as quick as a flash. 
Oh! Whats’ the use? 
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WAS talking with a gentleman recently who has made 
his summer home at Marblehead for many years, 
and while I never suspected that he was _ remote- 
ly interested in the automobile business, he surprised 
me by the wealth of his information on the subject. 
We were talking in a general way about the condition of 
trade, rather a heavy subject for me I admit. 
NORTH SHORE BREEZE and Reminder 
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“Conditions bad,” said heg “Why, do you know the 
automobile business has had the best six months in its 
history ?” 
“Do you know that Ford reached his maximum of 
300,000 cars for the year?” 
“Do you know that some makers of high-grade cars 
have oversold their output already ?” 
“Do you know that there are five times as many 
automobiles in use in the United States as there are men 
who pay an income tax?’’. 
“Do you know the reason that automobile men are 
selling cars is because they didn’t get scared, and the 
reason that a number of men in other lines are not sell- 
ing their goods is because they did get scared?” 
“And,” as in his enthusiam he pounded the side of 
the chair with his clenched hand—‘Do you know that 
our exports in March, April, and May exceeded by $300,- 
000,000 the exports of the corresponding months in 1913 
and 1914, and there never was a time when this country 
offered greater opportunities. There never was a time 
when it was bigger, better, or more full of power. Bad 
conditions, Bah!” 
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I frankly admitted that I only knew of these things 
in a general way, but | do know now after listening t9 
him, and watching his face alight with enthusiasm, that 
it is far better to be a “booster” than a “knocker’—far 
better to look on the bright side than on the dark side. 
For the business man whose business experiences have 
mellowed, not soured him, whose leisure has been spent 
in study and travel, whose heart and intellect have broad- 
ened with the years, has much to give in the way of in- 
spiration toward better thinking and better living. Not 
all the good sermons come from the pulpit. 
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F course everybody is talking about the weather this 
summer. Speaking of the rain, I was in the Canadian 
north-west several years ago, and having to stop in a 
country town, was obliged to put up at a little dilapidated 
hotel. I rather reluctantly signed the register, and en 
receiving my key, asked the lady who officiated as clerk, 
whether their was any water in my room. “Why, there 
was,” she replied, “but on account of the recent rains we 
have just had the roof fixed.” 
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Y friend the Christian Scientist was telling me the 
other day that perhaps it is not generally known that 
the late Mrs. Mary Baker Eddy, the author of that won- 
derful book ‘Science and Health,’ wrote many pages 
while sitting upon the rocks in the vicinity of the New 
Ocean House at Swampscott. When Mrs. Eddy lived 
on Broad Street, in Lynn, it was but a short walk to 
Whale Beach, and many a pleasant morning, bright an‘i 
early, she was seen, armed with a huge portfolio, slowly 
wending her way out on the rocks, where she would pass 
several hours at a time. A great lover of nature in all 
its forms, she reveled in the grandeur of the scenery, 
especially on a sunshiny day, for to her a sunshiny day 
was an exemplification of peace and happiness, and many 
a simile has she drawn from her surroundings in “Science 
and Health.” 
— Nanay Dow.” 
