Morning came too soon for Beth, but not soon enough for the girls. Patty and Mary awoke at the same time, bolting out of bed and down the stairs still in their nightgowns. It was hardly seven fifteen. Waiting in the kitchen was Beth, also in her nightgown, whose head was pounding from the night before. She had drunk too much and returned home much later than her usual hour. Now, she had to return to the Casino to meet with Fred Swanton. She swooned in place, almost falling over, as her daughters ran down to the dinner table.
|Mary Credwell, May 1906 *|
|Glamour shot of Patricia Credwell in|
swimwear, taken May 28th, 1906 *
The changing rooms were located downstairs toward the beach, and both girls hustled down the half-flight to their usual booths. Patty was especially interested in trying some new strokes she had read about in an advertisement in The Santa Cruz Sentinel newspaper. She suspected Mary would take longer to get ready since her sister always brushed her hair and made certain that her swimsuit fit properly to impress Ben. The fact that Mary was not yet even thirteen meant nothing to the young girl.
|A family posing on the beach outside the Miller-Leibbrandt Plunge, Summer 1905|
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