From every quarter comes the question: “What is the world coming to?”; and particularly when the word comes of wholesale disaster.

Indian summer weather greeted the opening of the 1952 seventh annual Martha’s Vineyard Striped Bass Derby.

School opens. We have with us again the smiling morning faces and the reluctant feet.

The name of Mayhew is prominent in all Island annals: in politics, industry, religion and virtually all pursuits.

The waning of August brings once more one of the traditional great days of the Vineyard’s summer season, Governor’s Day, with the evening illumination of the Camp Ground at Oak Bluffs.

Draft horses, their fine array glistening in the sun, lunged, and thousands of pounds of stone slid forward, sending a mist of dirt in the hot, heavy air.