There is always a liberal assortment of these foursomes scattered over the seaside golf course. They are the slowest-moving bodies known to science; there is a wait of twenty minutes on every tee, while an argument rages as to whether it took Ethel fifteen or seventeen to get out of the rough, every argument, for and against, being carefully considered. Any other players who happen to be golfing on the course at the time, have just about as much chance of passing as the Germans had at Verdun. [Illustration] [Illustration] THE RECENTLY RICH The little gatherings of those to whom wealth has all the refreshing charm of novelty are a familiar and well-loved sight in the seaside resorts. They have done nicely for themselves in munitions stocks, and expect to devote the years of peace to well-earned spending. THE LURE OF THE STAGE It is simply wonderful how the drama has helped our resorts along. It’s surprising how much a pair of friendly young actresses can add to the charm of a place. The male half of the visitors are unanimous in declaring that the drama is the greatest institution of the age. SEASIDE PANORAMA Ask any experienced traveler what impressed him most about the seaside, and he will immediately answer that the welcome committee, which met him at the portals of the hotel, and which bade him a tender farewell, is the memory which he will cherish longest,--even to his dying day. [Illustration] [Illustration] GLIMPSES WITHIN How little we know of the “vie intime” of the fashionable stage idols, twinkling stars in the dramatic firmament, far-removed from the orchestra astronomers. It has been our recent privilege to interview, at close range, lovely Angeline Etoille, the famous dancer of two continents, whose throbbing reactions to the simple things of life are indeed a revelation. Her enthusiasm for her art is inspiring. Her whole life, for that matter, may be said to be a lesson in adorable enthusiasms. An Interview with A Great Dancer _Privileged Peeps into the Soul of Mlle. Angeline, of Paris_ BARKING BLOSSOMS “Animals! I adore them,” cried la Belle Etoille. “I could not exist without them. Only see my three canine graces, Rose, Violet, and Lily. My maid sprays each one of them with its name-perfume every morning.” ALONG THE BEACH “There is only one word,” said Mlle. A., “which describes the ocean in all its moods of calm and storm, fickle as a lover, rising and falling like the stock-market, as changeable in color as the fashion in hair. It is ‘adorable.’” [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] THE MOTHER INSTINCT When we spoke of children, the lovely dancer’s face took on a madonna-like expression. “I adore them,” she faltered. “I often borrow my sister’s twins, for photographic purposes. It is my crown of sorrow that I have none of my own, but, as I am young and unmarried; what would you?” [Illustration] [Illustration] BUCOLIC BEAUTIES