Bath Time

From Gazette editions of August, 1936:

We went over to the Chappaquiddick bathing beach the other day and made some observations. We were told there are fewer bathers in the afternoon because most of the society people have other things to do. If most of the society people were busy elsewhere, who were the few who were present? The servants of the summer people, in large measure, we were informed.

From Gazette editions of August, 1986:

It is so special this time, there will be color postcards, a Vineyard Clydesdale, the calzones, the Mexican egg rolls, and one more thing — there will be the head of the state Department of Agriculture, full of ideas, honors and praise for the Vineyard farmers.

Summer Swells

From Gazette editions of August, 1986:

In the middle of what will be his last long summer on the Vineyard for some time, Angelo Bartlett Giamatti enthusiastically compares ballet star Mikhail Barysnikov with the baseball Wizard of Oz, Ozzie Smith, who works his magic in the infield of the St. Louis Cardinals, one of 12 teams over which Mr. Giamatti will now preside as chief executive of the National League of professional baseball.

From a Vineyard Gazette edition of 1931:

Raking it In

From Gazette editions of August, 1936:

The honor of landing the biggest striped bass of the season is held by Carl Norton of Edgartown, who yesterday caught a forty-three pound monster at the Oyster Pond. Mr. Norton was at the pond clamming when a big splash behind him apprised him of the presence of something other than clams. He turned quickly and swung his clam rake toward the fish. Mr. Norton finally got his prize ashore and sold him to the Blankenship fish market at Oak Bluffs.

From Gazette editions of August, 1960:

Piles of lumber, joists, furring boards of various lengths and thickness, all rapidly diminishing, and some scattered stones and lumps of mortar are all that remains of the Eastville Inn. Soon the ground will be cleared, raked over, no doubt seeded with grass, and another Island landmark will sink into oblivion.