The Fellow On The Beach

Who is that fellow on the beach,

     With cane and fine cigar;

Who plunges in the breakers when

     The bathers swim too far?

Who is that fellow digging clams,

     Or rowing off alone;

Who is that fellow catching fish,

     With manner all his own?

Who is it steers the hotel yacht,

     With ease about the coast;

Who gives command in skipper tones,

     To all his sailor host?

Who is this fellow on the beach

     Who runs the hotels all;

Who is this hero of the “climb”,

     And brave Knight of the ball?

Why, don’t you know this fellow bold.

     Who undertakes all this?

This manly “fellow” on the beach

     Is simply Miss Newmiss.

May 26, 1895

Pub. in

B. Courier

June 2, ‘95