Aug. 25, 1916. 
like toys, as do the steam engines and tool buildings, down 
in the depths. 
Looking out over the hilly streets, we get a fine view 
of the o!d town of Rockport, while Sandy Bay Harbor 
eo: Réfuge with its noted breakwater but partially com- 
pleted, lies out majestically beyond. Below us are the 
gieat ‘stone quarry piers with their small forests of der- 
ricks, steamers loading the cut blocks of granite and pav- 
ing blocks for shipment to Boston, New York, Philadel- 
phia and other cities along the seacoast. 
Farther out to sea, we get a view of Thatcher’s 
Island lighthouses, Straitsmouth light nearer the shore 
and Land’s End, the famous summer colony, nearer still 
to the town. 
In passing through Rockport, we see many pleas- 
ingly quaint houses. The first Congregational church on 
the Main street, is a typical New England church with its 
tall white spire and gilded dome. It has a clock with a 
bell which peals forth the hour in dignified tone. The old 
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church was fired on by the British in 1814. ‘There is a 
fine yard in the front with an avenue of elm trees. Fol- 
lowing the car track we make a circle around the town 
coming to the point where we left the Pigeon Cove road. 
We continue on to the left, and along the entire way into 
Gloucester the scenery through the country and wooded 
sections is very attractive indeed. At the last car turn- 
cut, before reaching Gloucester, we get a fine view of the 
ocean, Brier Neck, Good Harbor Beach and Bass Rocks. 
Near the turnout is the “Cape Ann Fishermen’s Home.” 
The hone was given for an abiding place for aged fisher- 
men, past labor, by John Hays Hammond and is sup- 
ported by volunteer contributions. 
At the junction of East Main street and Eastern 
avenue, we transfer to the East Gloucester or Long Beach 
lines, or we may contintie to Center street, Gloucester, 
the starting place on our interesting trip by trolley around 
Cape Ann. 
The Children’s Island Sanitarium 
NORTH SHORE people 
are cordially invited to 
visit the choir service at the 
Children’s Island Sanitar- 
ium. Boats leave Tucker’s 
wharf, Marblehead, at 3 
o'clock, Sunday afternoons 
for the service. Visitors 
will find this service both 
pathetic and _ interesting. 
Those coming in their own 
boats are always welcome. 
This is one of the North 
ae Shore’s most deserving 
charities, and is located right at our door, in Salem har- 
bor. Miss Rosamond Bradley is one of the volunteer 
workers on the island this month. Friday afternoon, 
Sept. 1, a bridge tournament benefiting the Sanitarium 
will be held at the home of Mrs. Robert S$. Bradley, 
Pride’s Crossing. The committee in charge of the tourn- 
ament' is composed of Miss Bradley, Mrs. George Denny, 
Miss Fitz, Mrs. Marshall Fabyan and Miss Mary Franks. 
Mrs. Vickery will run the affair. Tea will be served at 
4.30 to which all are welcoxve. Those not taking part 
in the tournament are cordially invited to come in to the 
tea. A sale of the children’s handiwork will be held. In 
addition there will be bridge tables, and light-weight fold- 
ing tables covered with linen on sale. The bridge tables 
are su.table for summer houses and for the nursery. The 
other tables are desirable for the ease with which they 
may be carried in automobiles. The bridge committee 
is anxious that all of the tables may be sold and hopes 
there will be a generous response during the coming week. 
Patronesses for the tournament are Mmes. Louis Bacon, 
Thomas P. Beal, F. B. Crowninshield, Robert D. Evans, 
W. Scott Fitz, Charles G. Mixter, Thomas Motley, Jr., 
Dudley L. Pickman, James Howe Proctor, John L. Sal- 
tonstall, Harrison Tweed and Edwin S. Webster. 
Extra tables will be arranged for anyone who has 
not been able to engage one previous to the day and hour, 
Sept. 1, at 3 o’clock. 
CLEOPATRA is one of the little home pets 
of the North Shore that the younger read- 
ers may be interested in. She has come in 
the spring and returned in the fall for seven 
summers with Mrs. Franklin Haven of Bev- 
erly Farms and Boston. 
Cleo, as she is called for short, is a 
French bat-eared bulldog, is registered, but has never 
been exhibited. The black satiny coat of the little etay 
and its intelligent little face are some of the distinguish- 
ing features, 
Cleo is gentle with her friends, but makes 
little watchdog also. A keen sense of protection 1s shown, 
for if she sees a garden utensil picked up to be replaced, 
she immediately barks to assert her felt ownership. She 
delights to go driving, and when she cannot she cries 
about it like a disappointed child. Cleo has an excellent 
memory. This was strengthened by a punishment for 
attacking the parrot, the only other pet that lives in 
the Haven home. Since then the parrot talks and rules, 
but Cleo ignores it. 
Cleo is good friends with the horses and the oxen 
on the place. Strange to say, oxen, but there are really 
oxen on the Haven estate. They had them years ago, 
a good 
and as oxen wear out with a few years’ use, new ones 
are purchased frequently to take their place. Farther 
and farther away from Boston is the habitation of oxen 
and with each succeeding purchase it often happens that 
a driver is not available at once for the work—oxen 
driving being an art. The grounds are wild and woodsy 
and are inhabited by many birds and squirrels, and even 
a hedgehog finds it a safe place in which to live. 
When Cleo arrives in the spring she takes up her 
life just where she left it in the fall. She is never dis- 
contented. When she returns to Boston her playground 
is on the Common. On this historic ground Cleo attacks 
any dog, even those four times her size, who usually 
give her a cool stare of contempt. 
Formerly other dogs lived upon the Haven estate, 
and in those days dog bites were not considered so danger- 
ous as now, when some children are denied their com- 
pany on that account. 
Dogs have as many characteristics as people, and 
the pets are being constantly studied by the little folk of 
the North Shore, for whom this sketch was written. 
She—But papa says you’re living beyond your means, 
He—Absolutely untrue—I have no means, 
