“A party of five or six Toronto gentlemen, well known as occupying somewhat prominent official positions in the city, took a boat and rowed a little way along the lake shore. Having selected a suitable spot they landed, and quickly divesting themselves of clothing made for a swim in Nature’s great bath. The morning being fine and warm, they were in no hurry to assume a state of civilization, but indulged themselves in all the freedom of naked manhood with merry sport and fun … In this condition the luckless party were all unconscious of spectators. It so happened that a small party of ladies had made their way to the cliffs just above the heads of our heroes, and were of course shocked at the spectacle on the shore. Instead, however, of the usual shriek and run peculiar to the sex, they resolved on avenging themselves and society against such exhibitions, and therefore seized sundry lumps of muddy soil, and hurled them with too steady aim at the unclothed human targets ... The fair antagonists having wreaked their vengeance on “man” for appearing au natural, gracefully retired, leaving the discomfited heroes of the siege to heal their wounds as best they could.”[1]
[1] Grimsby Camp: Proceedings and Scenes of Yesterday,” The Globe, Tuesday, August 15, 1882, Page 3.
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