A Real Summer Girl

We strolled by the sad summer sea,

      The waves they were dreamily breaking;

And tho’ I was dre’st in coat and in vest

      With the old ocean’s chill I was shaking.

She laughed as she walked by my side,

      And I trust you won’t think I am boasting

When I say her array was bathing suit gay,

      And she said she was just about “roasting”.

                                                      Joe Cone

Apr. 22, 1900