Reads like the narration of a guided boat tour of the Thousand Islands. Much campy humour from the time period: "Last summer a beautiful girl from Pasadena, Calif., asked me: 'Captain are there any places of romance-' and I said: 'Sure, pelnty of them' and I pointed to the little home right over there, the white one on this Canadian Island, and I told her it dated back to 1536. She wanted to know what it was noted for and I told her that was where Julius Caesar and Lydia Pinkham spent their honeymoon."
