Evening star., 1922-03-26

we were on the train, and gathered
from hunting the place up on the map
that when We got there we'd be only
half way down the state. at that. So
when anybody tells you FLORIDA is
crowded don't you take any stock in
the rumor. But il there's a BUMPER
train ride or one with more jerks in
it. I'd like to have it pointed out SO
I can duck it. Inez was almost
grouchy about the way she'd been
shaken around during the night.
,"If Id KNOWN" says she. Il wouldn't
had them two glasses of milk for
supper
whats the milk got to do with
it?" says /.
why" says she, this morning I
bet I'm full of butter. 1 don't think
I'm gonna like Florida, anyhow. 1t
amt much to look at. See."
HAD Skinned down from the upper
berth. and we were gazing through
the window of the lower at a misty
mostly tall scattered pines and sand.
1t did look rather dismal and dreary.
THE trees got whiskers on EN-
objects Inez.
"Oh, stop knocking" says I. That's
Spanish moss hanging from the long
leaf pines. It's supposed to be quite
decorative"
Looks like lotta dust rags hung
up to dry" says Inez.
Just about then. though, the train
swept around long curve. the trees
came into views a scene that got us
pressing our noses against the glass.
Within a few yards of the rails be-
gan a stretch Of blue-green water
with the morning sun lighting 1t up
spectacular. Off in the distance were
low islands with white sandy beaches,
and beyond, as far as We could see,
more water.
There" says I, take a slant at
that. will you?"
big river. eh?" says Inez.
Bum guess. Inez," says I. That's
the Gulf of Mexico, and I'll say it's
quite a pleasing piece of wetness to
view. Talk about your summer seas!
Did you ever see anything to CON-
pare with that? Miles and miles OF
pure jade green, with turquoise
blue sky overhead. Say, il / had the
poetry habit I believe 1 could reel off
something swell about now. Come on
Inez: isn't that simply grand?"
"kinda NICE" she admits. But
when do we get breakfast?"
~
sure you have any soul at all, 1nez
but there's no doubt about your hav-
ing a stomach"
HUH" says she.
1T get you, Inez." says I. you
like the scenery we'll enough. but, oh
you cup of coffee and boiled eggs!
According to the dope, though. you'll
have to be content with the view un-
til about $3.50, for a dining car is
something they neglected to provide
Just then the porter began to shout
"Dun-edin! Dunedin"
who's done eatin'?" demands Inez.
me. amt begun yet"
Poor gir1w says I. "Her appetite
has gone to her brain. That's only
the name Of this cute little station
See. there it is on the sign-Dqnedin
And I'll bet that. joke is pulled a
million times every winter
II don't make any joke" protests
Inez. I'm hungry"
"You don't have to make any aff1-
davit, at that" says I. But cheer
up-well be there before long"
4 *x j.
|yH7E had plenty Of time, though, to
=" take our turn in the ladies' room
and get our bags packed. Meanwhile
we kept getting new glimpses of the
water. each one moro stunning than
the last, for the morning mist was
being burned away by a blazing big sun
and the air that came in through the
open windows was soft and warm
And at last we piled off with our
baggage on a platform lined with 9
mob of hotel runners and jitney. bus
drivers.
speaking for Inez and myself
says I, where do we eat and when?'
But Uncle Nels had the answer all
ready. He loaded US into a fiivver
taxi and inside of five minutes we
were grouping ourselves around a
breakfast table in the dining room OF
a tourist hotel. 1t was eecond-rate
Joint, all right; maybe third-class
The plated silverware was battered
the crockery nicked, and the table,
cloth should have gone to the laun.