. The Suburbanite; a monthly magazine for those who are and those who ought to in interested in suburban homes . Grove face, and in a mysterious manner werelost in the darkness ashore. A gondola,festooned with light, propelled by a gon-dolier with eyes of flame burning througha gleaming yellow head that at closerview resolved itself into a pumpkin,glided around the edge of the band, that was once a part ofSousas, filled the night with triumphantmusic. Belmar seemed a bit of the old Souththat had. by some freak of nature, beendropped on the hither side of Mason and Dixons li
. The Suburbanite; a monthly magazine for those who are and those who ought to in interested in suburban homes . Grove face, and in a mysterious manner werelost in the darkness ashore. A gondola,festooned with light, propelled by a gon-dolier with eyes of flame burning througha gleaming yellow head that at closerview resolved itself into a pumpkin,glided around the edge of the band, that was once a part ofSousas, filled the night with triumphantmusic. Belmar seemed a bit of the old Souththat had. by some freak of nature, beendropped on the hither side of Mason and Dixons line. Even that emblem of theSouth, the turkey buzzard, mistook it forhis own and flew there, poised, hovered,lingered for a call. It may have beenthe magnolia trees ihat misled him, forthe magnolia grows and puts forth blos-soms in Belmar. A citizen of Belmar explained: Wevegot a bulge on the tjulf Stream. Tlie(lulf Stream comes nearer to Belmarthan to any other point on the coast ex-cept Atlantic City. It was the bathing hour at .Atlantic. 14 THE SUBURBANITE City when the tourists arrived at thesummer metropohs. The day before hadbeen a sultry one, and trains from XewYork, from Philadelphia and Pittsburghad poured forth multitudes, swelling thepopulation to one hundred now all of the hundred thousandwere bathing, or silting on the pierwatching the bathers. Women tumbledand dived, swam and floated like mer-maids. Alen made a feint of teachingthe timid ones, but cast longing eyes tothe rafts that floated invitingly far be-yond the ropes that marked the dangerline. Some, the bath over, lay on thesand, transforming themselves intobrown, breathing hummocks. At noon every one was on the Board Board Walk is the pulse of AtlanticCity. It is wide enough for twentypersons to walk abreast, long enoughto tire one well for his nap or excite hisappetite for dinner. There anybody meetseverybody. Eliforts have been made to re-christen it the Esplanade, or the Prome-nade,
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