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From the Vineyard Gazette editions of August, 1912:

The Chappaquiddick beach illumination and boat parade was a magnificent spectacle. The harborfront was gay with lanterns moving to and fro and the U.S. revenue cutter Acushnet and state steamer Lexington were anchored off the beach
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From the Sept. 6, 1894 edition of the Vineyard Gazette:

Give attention, kind friends,

and harken good neighbors.

And for a brief time

abstain from your labors,

For our Fair is approaching,

and whate’er your vocation,

We entreat your heartiest

co-operation;

But first of all, farmers,

(We trust you will note it.)

The part most important

will be what you make it.

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From an August 1988 column by Arthur Railton:

Okay, so you live on an Island. But that doesn’t make you an Islander. An island is geography — land completely surrounded by water. That makes the Vineyard an Island all right.

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From Vineyard Gazette editions of July and August 1888:

Edgartown is now entertaining quite a number of summer visitors at hotels and private residences. Every train brings the stranger and returning Vineyarder, all rejoicing in the prospect of a week’s outing at this charming seaport town. All in all, Edgartown is enjoying a fair share of the Island’s prosperity, and the visitors always depart with a reluctance that speaks well for the hospitality and attractions to which the town has treated them.

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From Gazette editions of July, 1934:

Here it is, summer on Martha’s Vineyard, a pleasant time at a pleasant place. We are always tempted at about this phase of every summer season to look around and take stock, or, if that is too businesslike a phrase to use in association with the Island, to form a picture of the busy, idle summer.

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From the Gazette editions of August, 1934:

Bradlee Martin, sage of Tiah’s Cove, came into town on Tuesday, looking, as he said, “for a sight of them yatches.” “Big doin’s up around our way,” observed Bradlee. “I’ve always told Pashy not to set the alarm clock for earlier than 3 o’ clock, and the other morning it went off and I jumped out of bed and had the milk pail on my arm before I noticed that the hands pointed to 1 a.m.

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