Verily is Easter at the seashore a time when wealth, fashion and culture form the three graces that sway the hearts of the multitude. The surroundings here seem especially designed for a proper celebration of the day. The sublime majesty of the deep teaches a silent lesson of the omnipotence of the Creator and the dependence of frail humanity.
Atlantic City as an appropriate place in which to observe and magnify the day has been recognized for years, and the hotels make it a point to cater particularly to the rush that comes just prior to the great festival. Easter week, as a rule, is devoted to private card parties and dances which are toned down to meet the requirements of the season.
In the hotel world especially at this season our city is invested with a halo of romance that appeals to the sentimental natures of young people who admire the moon and see loved faces in the foam as they gaze at the surf and dream of the day when their happiness will be consummated. “You’ll remember me” is the favorite melody at this time as the jingling cadence of the music chimes harmoniously with the throbbing hearts of the city lovers. For it must be borne in mind that the Goddess of Love is the divinity that presides at the seashore and the matches that are made within sight of the sea, while not as numerous as the sands on the beach, are of frequent occurrence.
The post Lenten season marks a disappearance of those who have added a touch of color to the resort during the preceding forty days, but many weeks do not elapse before the Boardwalk is once more crowded with strangers in search of health and pleasure.
Images from the Collection
- New American County Histories Online
- 17th Century Swedes on the Delaware
- Bald Eagle Tales from 1911
- A Look Inside: New Jersey and the Rebellion
- A Look Inside: The Story of Inyo