The Birmingham age-herald., 1920-08-01

If I were asked where I'd rather go than any place in the world to enjoy the combination of beauty, comfort health, Advertisement and pleasure I'd unhesitatingly say;
 French Lick"
 Perhaps you are surprised in a way, ns a lot of people imagine French Lick h health resort. strictly speaking; but q ts far from that because it combines with It's excellent curative waters the most enchanting surroundings, the most hsnue1ful drives, the most comfortable hnsteiry and the most select clientele psEhaps of any place in the world
 Where fs it?
 AAsten: if you'll stick a pin in the map = southern Indiana an inch to the left uf Lost River and about six hours from S1he rest of the world as time is used b measure railroad journeys, you'll find . little village-a vista-a pastel-a little speck on the horizon" called French HAck
 fhds adorable and beautiful spot is Ridden away among the foothills So re- mote from the centers of civilization that vou have to look for it with a micro- scope, but once you have found it you nevcr let go, just as once you have been there you never stop going there. 's The French Lick Hotel, which is French Lick, is a miniature city in itself, . little gem surrounded with brilliants q stone of "purest ray serene.' encircied with other precious stones, the whole making most alluring and fascinating spot.
 Pullman after Pullman car loaded to Sne roof brings each day to French Lick uevotees of the outside world for recre- ation and rehabilitation: the tired bus. ness man; the blase New York sbow girl; the world-famous prima donna, the big political boss; the beautiful so. ciety woman the overworked newspa- per man or woman; the dilettante-any- Dody' every body-must go to French Lick once ana then-for year and day the longing to be back there "close to natures heart is so insistent that you simply cannot stay away.
 My visit to French Lick just A short Sime ago had for it's setting" the beaut- nui month of June-when the roses and eonquils, the buttercups and the daisies spread a carpet over the earth round about this lovely place as soft as velvet as multi-colored as the rainbow.
 The birds and the flowers. the little chipmunks and the squirrels all the beaut- Hul things that make Nature beautiful were rife in that merrie June-time month and there was not an apartment left in the tall towering oaks and expresses and 1naples for any yellow hammer, oriole pr robin family, without children: even the best bogs were all taken by song sparrows and bob-o-links. and back and forth through thicket and alder and cor mel the handsome head of the red-winged black bird house hastens on domestic errands-he who in the month of May Thought only of posing to most striking Advantage on a sprig of thorn.
 Sitting on the wide spreading verandas of the beautiful hotel at French Lick at twilight or lolling in the big comfortable Chairs and swings on the spacious undu- lating greensward, you can hear the sleepy twitters from closely curtained naples as inquisitive little robin babies gre composed for the perilous hour Of dark, when shining eyes sometimes peer Through the leaves.
 In brown shadowed brooks the swaying water-weeds have turned their sepia win- ter strands into an intense green, Wherever the newly armored dragonfles magnificent in sapphire and emerald how or and dart off and return like butterflies above the beautiful golf links.
 The briar and the Solomons seal are in white and faintly fragrant flower, and The sorrel bears a tiny canary colored bloom, and despite the butter-cups and the Daisies. her sinister red pitcher plants and rose-hung trerlises, June at French kick is the green month when feathered