The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, August 22, 1897, Page 17

e Call SAN FRANCISCO, SUNDAY MORNING, AUGUST 22, 1897. NPT IKE all the other charming resorts of Cali- fornia Pacific Grove has its characteristic Summer Girl. And an enthusiastic creature she is. Full of life and love of living, her spirits dancing like the bright blue waves out on Monterev Bay, she enters into all her pleasures with the greatest vivacity. An early comer to her favorite outing place the Pacific Grove Summer Girl is also a late stayer. During August she isin her glory and all through September her name is legion. Not until the winds of October begin to blow does she flit city- ward. Of course the Summer Girl of Pacific Grove is first of all a bathing girl. She loves old ocean as the flowers love the sun, and a goodly portion of her time is spent in riding the breakers or diving into the emerald depths of the little cove. As it happens bathing is possible at nearly all hours at Pacific Grove. The peculiar shape of the little cove and the bright, clean sandy bottom are but little affected by the riss and fall of the tide. When the tide is low the bather has to walk a little further from the bathhouse than when it is high before taking the plunge, that is all. It has be:n said that some of the best swimmers on the coast are to be seen at Pacific Grove, and the statem:nt can be pretty well verified almost any day during the season. There is no “beach posing” at Pacific Grove. Our Summer Girl goes there to swim, and she swims. See her running down the beach and boldly dash into the water. She is not at all afraid of getting her costume wet. Now she dives under a breaker 4 e and begins to swim out to the farthest float. Of course she ‘/ A HOME BENEATH rgache$ it ‘n.nd _comes back, laughing and happy after the ex- W THE CYPRESS hilarating exercise. 2 '~ o But swimming is not the only pastime of the Pacific Grove 4 Summer Girl. She has a host of others. One of her favorite occupations is wave watching. Selecting a quiet nook among the rocks that line the beach she lies back lazily and begins to count the breakers. Each seems bigger than the other, and they come in so regularly and are so beautiful in color that they fairly quiver with light. Besides wave watching our Summer Girl is a shell gath- erer. All along the beach there are myriads of the most per- fect shells to be found, and our Summer Girl knows well that they — a number of them — will make a beautiful and inter- esting collection. Walking is also a favorite pastime of our Summer Girl. Over the hills and under the pines out to the lighthouse and into Monterey. Each has its own charm, and she knows how to appropriate and make the most of them. Occasionally she ventures to walk around the Seventeen- mile Drive. And she accomplishes her purpose, and is quite willing to admit after her return that she is just a little tired. And so the long happy summer wears on. Each day per- fect in itself, but at the same time no duliing the anticipation for the morrow. Swimming, riding, driving, walking, shell gathering and so many other things they cannot be counted, all g0 to make our Summer Girl’s life a happy one. By day she lives in the bright sunlight, and when the night comes she lis- tens to the stories whispered by the pines through the darkness, and from afar off hears :he beating of the waves on the beach. Truly, her life isa happy one and she seems to lend an additional charm to nature, for when summer is over and she is gone the waves have a melancholy moan they had not before. BN S A B0 A