The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1916-03-06
TALENTED EDITOR
A FLORIDA WEEKLY
At THE SAN CARLOS
MRS. CLAIRE B. ROTH OF THE
LYNN HAVEN TRIBUNE SPEND
ING THE CARNIVAL IN THE
CITY.

CITY.
Those who have read the clever
verse in the Southern Woman's Mag
azine, by Claire B. Roth, do not need
to be told that she loves music, and
the great outdoors, and that she is
young and ardent. Her verse tells |
one this, for it breathes of the wind /
in the pines, and the kiss of summer
waves on the white sand, and bird |
calls at early dawn, and stars that
shine in the soft velvet of night. But |
her verse does not tell you that she
is one of the most practical of bust
ness women, as well, and that, almost !
single-handed she is making success
of one the best newspapers in Flor
ida, The Lynn Haven Tribune.
AS we talked yesterday afternoon
at the San Carlos through the open
window came the voice of the carni- |
val, gay and welcoming, and now and
then there was pause as the music
Of the band rose in a crescendo Of
sound and drowned our voices. Like
a girl, with her wavy bright hair and
her young face, she sat and talked
and her eyes softened as she spoke of
her passion for music and her love
of reading, or frightened and deep
ened when she leaned forward with
a sudden tenseness and talked of her
work.
For more than anything else in the
world, Mrs. Roth is worker. And
she loves her work. One feels very
sure of that, for otherwise she could
not make of it such a success.
To edit newspaper, and particu-
larly one such as the Lynn Haven
Tribune, requires work and ability
and those qualities that go to make
the successful newspaper women, and
which are labeled as newspaper
sense" All of these Mrs. Roth has,
and yet
She is a dreamer. She loves the
poets and book is to her a friend.
She must be bit old-fashioned, too,
in spite of her splendid modern out
look on life. For she loves Dickens.
She doesn't know whether she is
suffragist or not. But she is deeply
interested in this great question of
the day, and she is giving space to
suffrage propaganda in her columns.
Lynn Haven was established as
colony for the old soldiers of the G..
A. R., and it's population is made up
almost entirely of these veterans and
their families.
1t is town of 5000 inhabitants, and
one of Florida's growing cities. Sit
uated as it is on st. Andrews Bay, it
is proving itself capable of develop
ment which will yet, Mrs. Roth tells
US, place it in the front rank of Flor
ida cities. One feels very sure that
this is true, if ~ Lynn Haven boost
ers are as earnest as she is.
81 have so little time" she said,
wistfully. "The newspaper work oc-
cupies a great deal, and then I write
some verse now and then, and my
music-T love it, but there is little
time for that. But it is my source
my comfort in lonely hour-that and
the outdoors. wish you would come
to the Bay country. There are won
derful rides about Lynn Haven. Do
you love horses? I do! I used to
ride a lot, but not now. There isn't
time"
"What are you studying?" I asked,
noting the papers on her desk. She
| laughed. '"These are Just notes. I am
not studying anything very much just
now, except Spanish and the news
papers. My daughter'-Was it pos
sible that I had heard Alright ia
great girl of fourteen, is doing the
studying for the family. She is in
college now in Virginia, where I was
born, by-the-way."
"You are Southern, them" I asked.
eyes, but I have lived north a great
deal. I came to Florida from Nash
Vile"
Then she went on to talk of Miss
Rankin, of the Southern Woman's
Magazine, the splendid publication
that Nashville is giving the South
and then again the gay volume OF
music swept up and in between US
Ike wall of merriment that shut out
the world of books and letters, and
brought US quickly back and to the
windows, to look down on the bright
carnival crowds, which thronged the
streets below.
81 hope you are going to stay over
for the coronation" I said.
81 am leaving on Tuesday," she
said, regretfuIly. 'But am coming
back. have fallen in love witt
Pensacola. /"
Pensacola is worth loving, in al
her moods" I said.