New York (N.Y.) -- Description and travel; New York (N.Y.) -- Social conditions
Each line was done in a different color of lights, light green for the
ocean breezes, white for Manhattan Beach and the great hotels, red for
Pain’s fireworks and the races, blue and yellow for the orchestra and
band. As one line was illuminated the others were made dark, until
all had been flashed separately, when they would again be flashed
simultaneously and held thus for a time. Walking up or down Broadway
of a hot summer night, this sign was an inspiration and an invitation.
It made one long to go to Manhattan Beach. I had heard as much or more
about Atlantic City and Coney Island, but this blazing sign lifted
Manhattan Beach into rivalry with fairyland.
“Where is Manhattan Beach?” I asked of my brother once on my first
coming to New York. “Is it very far from here?”
“Not more than fifteen miles,” he replied. “That’s the place you ought
to see. I’ll take you there on Sunday if you will stay that long.”
Since I had been in the city only a day or two, and Sunday was close at
hand, I agreed. When Sunday came we made our way, via horse-cars first
to the East Thirty-fourth Street ferry and then by ferry and train,
eventually reaching the beach about noon.
Never before, except possibly at the World’s Fair in Chicago, had I
ever seen anything to equal this seaward-moving throng. The day was hot
and bright, and all New York seemed anxious to get away. The crowded
streets and ferries and trains! Indeed, Thirty-fourth Street near the
ferry was packed with people carrying bags and parasols and all but
fighting each other to gain access to the dozen or more ticket windows.
The boat on which we crossed was packed to suffocation, and all such
ferries as led to Manhattan Beach of summer week-ends for years
afterward, or until the automobile arrived, were similarly crowded.
The clerk and his prettiest girl, the actress and her admirer, the
actor and his playmate, brokers, small and exclusive tradesmen, men
of obvious political or commercial position, their wives, daughters,
relatives and friends, all were outbound toward this much above the
average resort.
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