. Book of the Royal blue . fleet ofhalf a hundred stanch fishing craft at an-chor at the docks—about a mile below thetown—and their skippers are kept busy tak-ing out parties for a days sport or a cruisearound the bay. Waretown is directly onthe bay, and while principally the seat ofprosperous fishing pursuits, provides excel-lent facilities for aquatic pastimes. One will travel afar without finding amore charming spot than the site of thetown Barnegat. Grown, so to speak, in agrove of towering pines and shade trees, itsouter skirts are swept by the waters of thebay, the products of which yiel
. Book of the Royal blue . fleet ofhalf a hundred stanch fishing craft at an-chor at the docks—about a mile below thetown—and their skippers are kept busy tak-ing out parties for a days sport or a cruisearound the bay. Waretown is directly onthe bay, and while principally the seat ofprosperous fishing pursuits, provides excel-lent facilities for aquatic pastimes. One will travel afar without finding amore charming spot than the site of thetown Barnegat. Grown, so to speak, in agrove of towering pines and shade trees, itsouter skirts are swept by the waters of thebay, the products of which yield substantialrevenue to the greater part of the is in Barnegat Creek that the famousBarnegat oyster has its habitat, and in thehusbandry of the bivalve a flourishing indus-try is maintained. Here, too, is the sum-mer headquarters of a small army of fisher-men who patronize the larger fleet of sailingcraft that have their mooring grounds offthe bays shores. Pervading all is an at-mosphere of quiet and •S^-^ ^ A A SUMMEK EVENING ON THE SOUTH JEKSEY COAST Dont You ? From Impertinent Poems. by EDMUND VANCE COOKE,in Saturday Evening Post When the plan that I have to grow suddenly rich Grows weary of leg and falls into the ditch, And scheme follows scheme, Like the web of a dream. To glamor and glimmer and shimmer and seem, Only seem;And then, when the world looks unfadably blue,If my rival sails his head in the sky, And sings Hows business? why, what do I do?Well, I claim that I aim to be honest and I sometimes lie. Dont you? When something at home is decidedly wrong; When somebody sings a false note in the song, Too low or too high. And, you hardly know why. But it wrangles and jangles and runs all awry, Aye, awry!And then, at the moment when things are askew,Some cousin sails in,With face all a-grin, And a Do I intrude? Oh, I see that I do!Well, then, though I aim to be honest and I sometimes lie. Dont you? When a man that I nee
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