The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1916-07-08

Dear Dorothea:
have always wanted a romance
in my life, but Pensacola is so dread
fully humdxum. Of course, the dane
ing is nice-there are so many dane
ing men here, with the army and
the navy, and all of those perfectly
lovely young aviators, who have moth
ing much to do but to fly and to dance
their way into the hearts Of every
body.
The winters are certainly charming,
and I almost think the summers are
even nicer. / am terribly glad that
Dad decided to go into business here
particularly now. But before /
came to Pensacola had heard all
about its being a city under Eve flags
II don't know exactly what they
mean, but / know it's something about
history, and the old Spanish and
French families.
Anyhow, it is very romantic, and
awfully interesting to have one tell
you all about it, on moonlight eve
ming, on the veranda of the Country
Club, with the ships off in the dis
lance, and the lights and everything
especially If he is good looking.
And most of these service men are
good looking, and delightful to know.
They have the most charming
But started to say, somehow, even
though they are nice, and dance di-
vinely, l cannot say that had found
that atmosphere of romance for which
l had looked, until
But I will begin at TIE beginning.
You see we had a perfectly won
derful preparedness parade on Tues
day. Everybody was crazy about it,
and nearly worked themselves to
death getting it up. Not that I work
ed very much, for I was not on the
committee, but Mrs. Knowles and
Mrs. lBount, and number of others
/ knew were awfully interested, and
so we all helped, phoning and trying
to arouse interest, and all.
1t was a cloudy day, but it did not
rain, and there was golf tourna.
ment at the Country Club. After.
wards we had an informal dance al
Cynthia's, and I met a charming man
one Of the yachtmen from New Or
leans, and thought surely here ]
would find romance, from one who
had lived in the atmosphere of that
quaint old city. But he was only
nautical-that doesn't sound very
proper, but he is, very. So I went to
sleep, thinking about how nice they
all were, but that they all eaid the
same things, pretty much-they de-
make love beautifully, but it gets sc
boring, when they all say the same
things about your wonderful eyes.
That night it stormed dreadfully
but ] slept nearly all night, in spitt
of it all, for was dead tired.
You know, since we have been her
we have made our home at the Sal
Carlos. 1t is the center of a grea
deal of gayety, and I like it tremen
dously, and it is nice for Dad, for h
is a sociable creature. We like il
both of us, and with the car kept a
a nearby garage, it is not inconveni
ent to get out to bur friends on Nortl
Hill.
/ missed Dad terribly, though, o.
Wednesday. The wind was blowing
a gale, and wondered if he was safe
and felt rather blue. / wrote letter
to everybody and ate nearly a Who'll
box of candy, and spent some tim
talking over the telephone, but 8
three o'clock the phone was cut ou
The storm kept getting worse an
worse, and at last couldn't stand i
I decided I'd take the car and &c on
to Millicent's and stay with her unit
Dad got home.
/ sent a boy to order the car, an
then I put on my shortest skirt an
my raincoat and packed my grip an
went down, feeling rather lonely an
sorry for myself never knew be
fore how much you can miss perso
who talks as little as Dad does.
The wind was blowing a gale, an
it was pretty dark, and as there weH
no lights on the streets certainly di
look dreary and deserted.
Our car is one of the few grey can
in town, and it seemed to loom up OF
of the semi-darkness like big gre
ghost.
ran out and climbed in, but I'll