Evening star., 1925-10-20
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Continued from First PaEe.N
Miami is a sign poSt-the signs
painted in the most glaring letters and
colorS known TO deviliSh ingenuity,
which catch and hold the eye despite
the will of the owner thereof Pay
800 Down-Build What You Want"
screams one pine tree, which has no
faith in this new-fanSled zoning bust
ness: which is independent and wants
YOU to be likewise.
Houses For Sale-S12. .500--S5 900
Down. yells another, pointing a
finger at the samples, two-room af-
fairs of stucco. boasting sleeping
porch. breakfa st room, bath and kitch-
enette and sitting forlurnly out in the
middle of Glaring and shadeless
field. crying for somebody to come in
and make a home.
The bus dashes into one subdivi
sion. through 1t and into another with
monotonous regularity and undimin-
ished speed. The bus rider is con-
stantly in the middle of one subdivi-
sion or on the border of another. They
overlap each other. There seems to
he no beginning and no end to them.
They bear names which would tax
the originality of the man who labels
Pullman cars. They run TO Span
iSh for a mile or so, then switch
to French. try that for a couple of
blocks and take shot at Italian.
Then some lowbrow without much
education sticks in an American name.
which is Immediately lost thereafter
through too close a contact with a
mixture of Spanish. French and
Mohammedan Some of them show
the results of careful planning. Each
Of the houses constructed in one sub
division is of one type. artistic little
StucCo bungalows of so-called Spanish
or Venetian architecture. The next
subdivision. however. took the advice
OF the pine tree, which said Build
what you want" There one finds a
stucco bungalow next to a frame house
of the type commonly seen in the
, hookworm belts of South Carolina.
On the adjoining lot is a rough
boarded structure which probably will
be painted when the owner makes his
next interest payment on his o0-foot
lot.
Tin.Canner on Warpath.
One sees. on this bus ride up the
Dixie highway, the tourist in all the
glory of a tin-canner on the Warpath.
He Is camping by the roadside in a
grove of pines with his tent. his fam
lily and the wilderness spreading about
him in al, directions. lie is mending
Il tire, with the perspiration stream
ing from his greaSe-stained face.
| while his wife and kids sit in the car
and chew gum and stare. He Is eat
ing or cooking his lunch beside the
road. the family pup sleeping Iazily
| in the shadow of the running board
and the newly purchased little green
| parrot screaming from its cage strap
ped to d fender. He is humping
along the road, drawing grudgingly
aside to let the bus go tearing by. his
! little car filled to the gunwales with
| paraphernalia of every sort and dc
] s-ription. Probably each OF these
| tourists is the owner of 50-foot lot
! somewhere in Florida. And proba bly,
| each of them wonders. as he passes
/ broad acres of barren field and thick
! forest. some of them cut into lots
| others untouched-wonderS whether
/ he made the best buy in the State Of
| Florida. as the real estate agent as.
sured him he was doing at the time.
This region of the wild. untamed 90.
1 loot lot in its natural surroundings
and before II has felt the yoke of man
is also the happy hunting ground OF
the hot dog artist. The road is lined
| with them. From somewhere he has
come i'll countless numbers to set uu
| d shack. or a tent, or even a covering
OF pine Shrubbery. and gone to work
selling hot dogs. One may wonder
| down here AT the number of p2opIe who
| buy oO-fot lots. but amazement is two
! told at the leciOnS who are constantly
! and inevitably munching hot dogs In
this tropical climate the manufacture
OF not dog Is no easy task. 1t re.