_The First American to Fly
The Atlantic “Hopped Off” Here_
“You don’t say hum and eggs, do you?” chided the old native.
So, the proper pronunciation for the town of Chatham is--Chat-ham. With
the accent on the hind end. To the native this is important. And so it
is on the opposite side of the nation where the true citizen of San
Francisco winces when you say “Frisco” and would prefer to have you
articulate the whole name of his fair city.
Chatham, with some 50 miles of shoreline, is one of the most beautiful,
unspoiled seashore places on Cape Cod. Architecture of great seafaring
days, the primitive, lonely cry of the seagull, the home-spun shell
fisherman, a history crowded with drama, bright little Yankee streets,
art and literature and here and there a touch of international
fame--this is Chatham. The writer is prejudiced, because this is the
place where, 18 years ago, he spent his first night on Cape Cod. And
met his first artist acquaintance, a dear friend for two decades,
Harold Dunbar.