The Daytona daily news. [volume] (Daytona, Fla.) 1903-1926, 1916-12-30
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. Two more heroes names We mark II
with pleasure upon the honor roll.
The flrst, Ex-president Charles VIII
son Of the Daytona Beach flre depart
mont. viii ever b curse to the whis-
key dealers. He has resigned and ID |
secretary, to the tune Of mo moro |
Scotch, no more Beer"
You see the Daytona Beach flre de-
partment held = meeting-a business
meeting this time-for the purpose.
supposedly, Of asking the president to
resign because, like . few other un-
reasonable persons. he didn't approve
Of reciprocity between the beer trust
and the department.
| After . vote Of those present, 1t de-
veloped Mr.. Wilson did not have to
resign. but strange a. It may seem.
Mr.. Wilson did. Now We know why
the president spells his name with
two La: to prevent careless individ-
uals from mixing it up with the brand
Of . popular whiskey.
OF course we don't want to seem in
Quisitive or suspicious but why should
the Daytona Beach FiEe department
have passed q final motion making all
meetings in the future. secret? We
wonder what would happen IL q big
blaze should occur during one of those
secret" meetings? Summing the
matter In a nutshell, Mr.. Wilson is
q hero well deserving q dust" in the
hall of Flame.
Now we come to the second hero.
J Commissioner A. McF. Porter. We
discovered quite accidentally that he
was q hero. We were rumaging about
the Daytona Fire department and
found the following letter posted on
: the bulletin board.
! "Daytona, Fla, Dec. 23rd-W. E.
!. French, Chief. Dear Sir: You and
all the employees of the city in your
!. department are requested not to have
: used on or about the city buildings
any whiskey or other liquors.
Very truly yours. A. McF. Porter
commissioner"
. That's the correct dope; COca-cOls
or nothing! There's no reason to mi,
pleasure and business. Fire and fire
II water are two entirely different prop
OsitiOns. There's only one suggestion
we wish to make to Mr.. Porter. VIII!
not have that notice framed and sent
it as a New Years gift to the Day
tona Beach department?
y THE CALL OF THE HAMMOCK.
n guess it's the breath of that ham
mock land,
l guess its the smell of the Florid
loan;
There's nothing much there but tn
skeeters and sand,
Yet l love it like Mother and Home
Tomoka. as brown as jug of col
Sweeping along full of gators an
mud;
Sweeping so calmly on to tn
How I love that malarious flood!
-. When the sun crawls away, hot. sulle
and red.
= Leaving the clouds all daubed up wit
paint,
And folks in the country are going
bed;
You may figure it's night but it ain
There's time when the cypress a
flinging their arms.
Like stark-mad ghosts of the pla
below,
Against a sky with its rainbC
charms.
It's the time of the tropical after-glO
When the stink of the earth, bla(
Doggy unfit.
Hangs on the swamp like a poison
PAIL
Chilling your nostrils-you mind r
bit:
Oh Lord, How l love it all!
I've seen strange sights meath I
Florida moon
Hid in the Everglades fold:
= l could whisper you tales of the thi1
that Groom,
. Till your blood ran icy cold.
$ There are roads by the score you {
follow all day,
Tracing the hammock's maze;
There are wOnderOus spots VIII
queer things play.
Unfit for the human gaze.
. But give me a rod and give me
gun.
And turn me loose in the sand
I'll pass up the girls and pass up
mon,
For a month in the hammock LAM