The call of summer was in the blood of Fred Perkins and George Smith. They longed to disport themselves upon the sands and in the waves by the seaside. But, alas! They were married. Fearful handicap! Still being brave and also clever, they proceeded to overcome this disadvantage. Fred suddenly had a nervous breakdown, shaking all over most fearfully in the presence of his wife. Just at the right time, George brought around a doctor, who was something of a sport himself. Doc looked serious. He must go away for a couple of weeks to the mountains, said Doc. Friend George nobly presented himself to be his caretaker, waving aside all considerations of neglect to his business or other inconvenience. Noble man! In due time, the invalid and his friend, roughly dressed and carrying kettles, pans and other camping paraphernalia, said good-bye to their wives. Then they hit the high places for a thick wood, not far distant where they had hidden two suitcases full of clothes. After dressing in their gay garments, Fred had entirely recovered from his nervous breakdown; they took the fastest train for gay Atlantic City. There they met a couple of young ladies, with whom they rode along the boardwalk in rolling chairs, and later went in bathing. Meanwhile, Mrs. Perkins and Mrs. Smith, being lonely, decided to spend a couple of days in Atlantic City. Thither they went in Mrs. Smith’s motor car. Their room in the hotel overlooked the beach, and there after talking for a while and wondering how their husbands were getting along in the lonely mountains, far from civilization’s comfort, they sighed and looked out over the beach, where a great crowd of bathers were enjoying themselves. They looked through field-glasses. Suddenly, Mrs. Perkins ejaculated, “Oh!” She handed the glasses to Mrs. Smith. Mrs. Smith looked and she also ejaculated, “Oh!” for they had recognized their husbands with the two girls in the surf, and they certainly did not look as though they were ill. If did not take Mrs. Perkins and Mrs. Smith very long to get to the beach. Their husbands saw them coming and tried to escape by running into the water. But that did not stop the angry wives for an instant. Into the water they waded. Each grabbed her recreant spouse by the hair and led him upon the shore, where they administered a just punishment.