6 NORTH SHORE BREEZE amd Reminder 
Girl, which is the throng of desirable people who 
don’t know the lure and satisfactions of the North Shore, 
yet ought know them and would be such a choice addi- 
tion to the colony used to being here,—I am organizing 
a regular propaganda to this aim of bringing desirable 
folk here to meet other desirable folk! and I propose: 
“That every individual of the North Shore Summer 
Colony make himself a committee of 1 to herald the pro- 
ject of urging desirables to come without fail, this season, 
to the North Shore! Let us think up those whom we 
wish would come and write ’em! Let us tell ’em! Let 
us resolve that none of us will consider he’s ‘seen his 
duty ’n done it’ unless we have each written a dozen or 
twenty Letters of Urgement and put out numerous, 
word-of-mouth praisements and urgements for the North 
Shore! moreover, let us get this thing into organized 
system. Have some meetings, get suggestions, exchange 
ideas and work it on the old-fashioned, enthusiastic pull, 
everyone! pull, altogether!—To prove my own sincerity” 
May 28, 1915 
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—and Valma pointed to a-heap of freshly inscribed enve- 
lopes—“I have already written thirty letters and I’m 
sending them today. They are to persons and families 
whom I just know should consider it their duty to come | 
up here this year and have the satisfaction of their lives! 
I know them to be delightful people. I want others to 
know them. I want them to enjoy the society of my 
friends here-——Why,” and Valma’s face was. fairly trans- 
figured with enthusiasm—“if we just—just—well ‘get on 
to ourselves’! as you uncultured men-savages call it, we 
can make things just—just sizzle with joy, this summer! 
“There! I’m through!” and Valma snuggled right 
over into my arms for the kisses and pettings she knew 
were in that quarter. 
“My Pretty Young Dowager,” I pronounced sagéely. 
“You never would starve, were such a contingency to 
ever come, for you could literally preach the wherewithal 
out of them! I'll see an Editor friend this very after- 
noon and ‘start something.’ ” } 
Articles of Historic Value 
Rare Specimens of Glass, Pewter and China 
ERHAPS in all the United States there is no section 
of the country richer in articles of historical value 
than that included in the vicinity of Essex County, Mass- 
achusetts. The early history of this thickly settled area 
was such as to allow of great possibilities in the matter of 
china and other wares imported by the colonists from the 
Mother Country, and to this day in many of the homes 
in this region are carefully preserved specimens of glass, 
pewter and china the equal of which cannot be found 
elsewhere. 
Recently the unique collection owned by Mrs. Thorn- 
dike Hawkes, who lives in the charming town of Danvers, 
once called Salem Village, was visited and many articles 
of priceless value were examined. Mrs. Hawkes plans 
in the very near future to open a private museum in her 
home so that visitors may have the pleasure of seeing her 
treasures, most of them family heirlooms. 
Mrs. Hawkes has a most valuable collection of 
silhouettes, over two hundred in number, including many 
famous people, native and visitors to this part of the 
country. A very rare old machine for making these 
silhouettes is in her possession and is one of the few now 
in existence. Near it is an old melodeon, one of the first 
made, which gives forth a sweet, although trifle wheezy 
tune when played, and piled up near it are old song- 
books, many filled in by hand. One music book of loca 
interest was done with pen and ink by John Pearson 
with the dedication service for the Salem Branch meeting 
houses in Salem Village in 1800. 
Another most noticeable piece is a “clock reel,” with 
dial and arms of wood, which answers with a snap when 
the skein of yarn is wound and the hand has travelled 
once around the face of the dial. This machine is not 
at all common among collectors, and is of much value. 
Nearby the eye alights upon a curious collection of flat 
irons of all sizes and shapes, from the tiny little one with 
which grandmother ironed her cap borders, to the large 
and heavy irons which were used in the days when the 
homespun suits of the men folk were made and pressed 
in the old farmhouse by the deft fingers of the women. 
Such dear little glass cup plates as grace a corner of 
the shelf in the recess of the door, with their fluted edges 
and quaint designs in the centers, and not only glass ones, 
but still older are the daintiest of Staffordshire blue with 
little landscapes which are the charm of this ware. And 
in close touch with these are infinite numbers of glasses, 
in all kinds known to man. Dainty little wine and — 
cordial glasses which our grandparents used and the old 
time goblets, hobnobbing with the large and plain “flip 
glass” and the tumbler of a little later date, and the 
oldest of all a glass with a tear drop in the stem. : 
High up on an adjoining shelf are rare bottles, of all 
sorts,—tall ones and short ones, bottles square, round 
and fluted in overwhelming variety. One can see the 
old brown bottle so early associated with the medicine 
closet and the flat green one which used to stand therein 
filled with camphor and which often emerged from its 
hiding place to be welcomed as containing panacea for 
all ills. 
Blue, red, and brown Staffordshire, are side by side 
with exquisite pink lustre and the softly tinted Wedge- 
wood potteries. One very large platter of the “Sait 
Glaze” variety, not commonly found in such a large size, 
with its creamy coloring and graceful pattern proclaims 
it as a rare specimen of the potter’s art. On the top 
shelves are mugs and cups of the famous Liverpool ware, 
with its printed figures or its historic legends. Leeds 
and Chelsea ware is well represented and a vase of real 
“Bow” tops off the collection. Various old “casters” 
such as used to grace the tables when our mothers were 
young, and which, with their numerous bottles furnished 
condiments for the noonday meal have been preserved in 
this collection. 
Mrs. Hawkes has also an interesting assortment of 
old wall paper; some of this had once graced the walls 
of the old Roger Williams House in Salem, now known 
as the “Witch House,” and there are other varieties, in- 
cuding the landscape pattern, one curious specimen of 
which has a remarkable representation of a ship sailing a 
bright yellow sea, and close at hand a house upon whose 
steps gaily dressed ladies and gentlemen go up and down 
to the over-hanging balcony. Suspended from the ceil- 
ing are quaint and curious canes, with varying histories. 
Some are gnarled and twisted, and others are so straight 
and fine that one can almost see the Dandy, who, in his 
Sunday best, walked abroad, carrying the self-same stick. 
The owner of this varied and valuable collection is 
a well known authority on antiques. 
Gallons of trouble may come out of a pint flask, 
