The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1922-06-21
PENSACOLA, PARIS. PARADISE AND
HOPE

HOPE.
The last shall come first. Let us all
hope.
Hope is the greatest thing in the
world.
And there is lots OF II.
II there wasn't. nine-tenths Of the peo-
pie in the country would sell their Fords
tomorrow.
There are various kinds of hope.
The principal one is that the other fell
low will pay up that J. o. y.
Then there's the hope that that left
rear tire won't burst. and that the UNI
expected viii happen and Henry get
Muscle Shoals. and that the bonus bill
will mass before Gabriel sounds the rev.
ellie. and that next time Wen elect a
president and that the city administra-
ton viii keep on like it's started and
give the city a bang-up government.
Pensacola has lots to hope for, the
principal thing being the hope that at
least half the world could come here and
see what a beautiful little city il is, and
60 away with the vision OF It impressed
indelbly on their minds. and forgets going
TO Paris TO die.
There are lots Of fine things to be
said about Pensacola, and the easiest
way to get them listed Is to listen to a
New Yorker talking about New York. q
San franciscan ravlng about the Golden
Gate city. a Frenchman enthusing about
his dear Paree, and boil it all down to
Fensacola's size and say that's Pensa-
cola"
In way, with its narrow streets in
some quarters. its broad parlways in
others. its numerous parks scattered
around like beauty patches on milady's
cheek, its quainty named streets and
houses. and its parade of beautiful wom-
en- along the walks and in wonderful
glistening automobiles. 1t resembles the
great city OF France. In its beautiful
harbor and terraced hills II partakes
somewhat OF San Francisco or Naples, its
ships, like those Of the guilds OF olden
Venice 60 to the far quarters Of the
world, and in yigor and enterprise it is
pocket edition OF Manhattan and the
great busting Windy City Of the middle
north without their harsh. grinding bru-
taiities OF life.
There Is romance in Pensacola, ro-
nance and pleasant, agreeable life. In
the late OF the evening, with the shad-
ows OF the night darkenIng the narrow
streets above. and the pave below glist-
ening in the myriad of lights Of the street
globes and shop windows, with the snowy
uniforms OF the naval and aviation Off
icers. the blue suits and white caps OF
the tackles from the station and the
ships In the harbor. with the old salts
from the big waters rolling along. and
the fishermen from the bay jostling good
naturedly about the sidewalks, one can
Imagine an evening in ancient Paris with
DArtagnan pursuing his way amid the
pulileus on quest for king lady. It Is
like being in the old French Quarter OF
New Orleans, or roaming the deleted Bar
barry coast Frisco.
So let us hope, like the song Of Dixie,
hope TO live and die in this, the oldest
city OF the land, the prettiest city Of the
coast. the gem city Of the gulf and re-
greet that all the world cannot come to
see and admire, and go away with sweet
lingering regrets that they cannot, like
us. loll through the closing days Of life
with an the insouclance OF dreamer in
a lotus garden before hieing away to the
fields OF Elysla. Pensacola and Para
disc, The beginning and the end
the sum total, the perfect circle. Fini