FIFTY CENTS A YEAR
There was a time when Pentwater was a lumbering , town and the hum of the sawmills made the music of the village and great loads of boards were shipped away in the sailing vessels . Then came the furni- ture manufacturing days when wooden bedsteads were made by the thousands . And after that the canning factory held sway and Clare Demmon and Minnie Iteen and forty more watched the horses draw in the wagon loads of peas and sweetcorn and saw them swim in the cook- ers and go out in labeled cans . The firm of Sears & Nichols was the benefactor that gave summer work to the village population so they could live through the winter . The lumber mills are gone now , the var- nish brush no longer whisks over the gargoyles on the heads of the bedsteads . The canning factory is dismembered ; its buildings are gone . Pentwater has one sustaining industry to keep it alive . It is the sum- mer resort business that makes the grocers glad , that makes the milk man glad as he sings and washes his bottles . It is the summer resort business that makes the tea rooms thrive , the post office bloom , that rents the summer cottages and tips the waitresses in the hotels , that brings the summer telegraph office and pays the messengers on bicy- cles , that gives the charwomen cottages to clean and floors to mop , that makes a market for strawberries and fish . Ask any business man in Pentwater and he will tell you it is the summer resorters who keep the town flourishing . Everything the village of Pentwater can do to keep the tourists happy and satisfied and oft - returning is sound sense and good business . And what do the people from the cities come to Pentwater for ? Do they come seeking a dry inland town where the toads hang their tongues out of their mouths and pray for the Novem- ber rains . No , the resorters come seeking a land of lakes so that they may be near them . And if you fence off the lakes three blocks away and engrave on your tablet of stone a new commandment : " Thou shalt not go near the water , " what have you done to your summer resort business ? You have murdered it . The metropolitan multitudes will turn from you saying : " We come unto you thirsty for the lakes , and not to seek dry inland acres to parch our souls . We will return even to our cities , or we will go elsewhere . For you have shut our sandals from the
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