NORTH SHORE BREEZE 
AND REMINDER 
Vol. XII 
Manchester, Mass., Friday, May 15, 1914 
No. 20 
The North Shore 
Written for the Nerth Shore Breeze by ‘‘DOBSIS”’ 
F MINENT authorities in no 
unmeasured way agree that 
nowhere in America can be found a 
bit of country which classes with, 
much less excels the world-wide 
famous so-called North Shore. It 
has its special and ‘harmonious 
ty pea) ait. 1S 
lines ceded 
in its natural 
beauty which 
is fostered by 
the hand of 
man, whohas 
added here 
Andante ¢ 
by a simple 
touch, ever 
With the 
—_ thought that 
Soe page ot sid it is impos- 
ie eae sible to im- 
prove the lily by painting. Thus we find with but few 
exceptions nature at her best, attractive for the reason 
that she is nature still. 
The North Shore is always quiet. | Sequestered 
are her hamlets; away from the busy hum of industry, 
they are quietly placed among ‘ther hills and bays, each 
one peculiar in itself, and vieing with its neighbor only 
in friendly rivalry as to the highest standards, and yet 
though quiet and contentment reign, we find no air of 
the “Deserted Village.” 
The writer often, after a busy day in Boston jour- 
neys toward the North Shore. The motor seems to rush 
over the none too smooth pavings; perhaps it was warm 
in town those days, yet in a few minutes it seems some- 
how that the motor has quieted, the tired brain has less 
fag, and of a sudden one realizes that he is on the boule- 
vard with that fine cooling easterly. Smoothly, almost 
silently the homeward journey is made, and in an hour 
at the most he, as our English friends say, is “quite fit” ; 
never too tired or worn for his golf, tennis or sail. 
As a matter of geography we may say that Nahant 
is one North Shore boundary. Approached over a splen- 
did thoroughfare, Nahant stands as a beautiful land- 
scape sentinel; she holds sway with her storm-bound 
rocks protecting her. Away from her cliffs we find the 
peaceful town with its pretty greens and shades and ad- 
vancing toward those cliffs we discover here and there 
the typical summer residences in quiet taste. Nahant 
is especially noted for its town meetings and Moderator 
Henry Cabot Lodge. 
A quiet, pleasant drive, during -which we pass 
through Swampscott and by Beach Bluff, which have 
their splendid beaches and residences, brings us to 
fine Old Marblehead, and, if time permits we just jog 
through the town square and along the water front and— 
shall we drive slowly? Well, we simply must, for that 
last street was a sidewalk and if the brakes gave out we 
would have a chance to swim, perhaps. And now that 
we may breathe easily, we chatter about and marvel at 
the quaint and fine old town, and then, glancing toward 
the harbor we find, especially if one is lucky enough to 
be present Corinthian week, a sight which makes even 
a landsman enthusiastic—the harbor dotted with yachts 
of every sort; on the outer edge Uncle Sam’s warships, 
mayhap the full division, in a way seeming as a guard 
for the fleet; then the stately Morgan and Gould and 
Clark yachts, the magnificent schooners, together with 
the New York 50-footers, just in after a hard thrash 
around the Cape, and in the remainder of the harbor, 
yachts of all classes. 
And today is race day you say? Yes; for every day 
this week there is racing galore; every one interested, 
and a berth found if even only in the Dory or Beach 
Combers class. And you ask what was that gun? My 
son that was not a Mexican shot, it was the preparatory 
gun, the first of the famous Corinthian week’s racing, in 
which join the Eastern, Corinthian, Boston and Man- 
chester Yacht clubs, and in fact every club from Port- 
land to Cape Cod. And now a new lite seems taken on! 
Apparently a forest of spars only a moment ago, the 
white wings of the racing fleet seem to rise from the 
water, some low, others towering—and what a whacker 
of a club topsail! Guess that’s the Shimma or Avenger! 
Did you hhear that old salt say that the breeze was from 
the east’d and puffy? Whew! That fellow’s carrying 
some sail; lee rail awash and the starting gun not fired. 
Good thing and lucky for those teakettle motor boats that 
they had their racing this morning in smooth water. Of 
a sudden you wonder how that sea road comes. A lane 
back of the starting line has been formed; the fine thing 
of all is that the yachtsman is a gentleman, always anxi- 
ous to make 
room, and 
i eime emetic 
lane and sea 
room _ for 
the starting 
classes. 
sha at 
gun? schoon- 
er class— 
they’reaway, 
good steady 
heororkie, ts 
those, around Boston Light and home; 
looks as if Irolita had the best start. 
And now another puff from Corinthian 
piazza,—sloops, first class, then class 
M, and those snug quick acting fellows 
with the tall sails? My! Will they 
foul each other? My boy, there’s no 
danger, as the Italia, Armoret and the J 
