Old gents asthmatical, wheezing and sneezing on,
Artists all sketching and etching and painting on,
Geologists searching and peering and diving on,
Climbers ascending and wearily wending on,
Activity endless with never an ending on.
When the season arrives,
And the big billows roar,
That’s how the tourists
Come down to the shore.
The Detroit Free Press, Summer Number, 1885.