Adventure Magazine, April 10, 1924 — page 124: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

122 Adventure GLOUCESTER, MASSACHUSETTS 4 by Harold Willard Gleason LOUCESTER-TOWN, with its sheltered bay Dotted with sea-craft, grave and gay; _ Shapely schooners and trawlers fat; Sloops, from ‘‘sonder” to saucy “‘cat’’; Squatty fishing-smacks, dingy gray, Picturesque in their sombre way; Frivolous motor-boats, slicing the swells; Steam. yachts, haughty with brass and bells; Dories and dingeys and skiffs and punts Moored in schools on the water-fronts; While down in the cove, where the seagulls scream, Loom ribs of vessels athwart the stream, Barnacle-clotted, shattered and rotted— Once staunch clippers, of grace supreme. In the Outer Harbor, destroyers ride, Lean gray wolves, on the restless tide; While a stately cruiser, towering high, With masts and funnels that scar the sky, Signals a-flutter, seems to strain At the cables that curb her from coursing the main. Gloucester-town, with its winding ways Peopled by ghosts of by-gone days; Quaint little houses that sleep in the sun, Dreaming of Skipper Such-a-one, Rolling and roaring, wild with glee To be back in port after weeks at sea. Gardens with bluebells and scarlet phlox, Bordered by shells and white-washed rocks; Trellised doorways, where roses blow As they blew in welcome long ago To weather-browned Skipper Such-a-one Blustering home, his sea-trick done. Where is a spot with more romance. : Than the curving bay where the dingeys dance, Lined with scarred wharves, which, gaunt and crude, Serve in supplying the nation’s food, Than the city, shaded by elm and oak, Home of a sturdy, stalwart folk Spreading America’s fair renown Wherever a wind blows—Gloucester-town? COMICMOOOKS. Conn