The producers news. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1918-1937, 1925-05-15
The Florida East Coast!


country side, trimming with tropi
cal beauty, held out fresh, inviting
hands, Gay hibiscus Haunted their
crimson faces against an ever chang
ing BACKGROUND of palms.
They're ike lovely women" War
rem Fisher said as he nodded toward
a dense growth of the vivid blooms,
for brief span, they given freely of
their matchless beauty and then--you
viii see as the day grows older, they
fold their petals to make room for
the new and fresher buds
"a grEesome thought" I shudder-
ed is ones hey-day of brightness so
feeting?"
"Ah! but in this instance, there's
a lesson to be learned"
"Tell me?" I encouraged.
It seems to me that the hibiscus
makes the most eff it's fulness of
youth, it has evidently adopted a
"carpe diem" philosophy Of life"
'And the lesson ?" 1 asked.
was just wondering if we mortals
would not be happier perhaps if we,
too, followed some such creed instead
Of making sort Of endurance test
OF this existence"
"Here, here what are you doing, adj
vocating the primrose pathway" l
exclaimed lightly.
"And you? what do you think
about it," he laughingly answered.
"Well, l don't think any of US have
been particularly annoyed with what
the psyche analysts call inhibitions."
you're dealing in generalities, may
ask your personal opinion" he
pressed the point.
"Some other time, certainly, but
right at this moment, the scenery
is too perfect to discuss problems Oh
any kind"
| | preferred not to answer his ques
tiOn. knew l was flirting with War
rem Fisher but at least it added a BIZ
of zest after the way I had been ig
nored by Curtis Wright before leav
ing.
Silence for a while and.I becam,
absorbed in the roadside vistas.
wonder why someone has not calleC
Florida's East Coast-The Glad Land
For it's most tangible quality is it,
exuberant spirit. Fields of yellow
daisies clap their hands and whistl,
in glee and great golden air plant
swing happily from -garlande'
trees.
Along the sun-kissed Indian River
picture houses nestle far back frOr
the sparkling water. There is an un
defnable appeal about these SPANS
houses with their drifting rainboN
colors. Others, too, built by colon
Of artists are modelled coquina; thei
doorways framed in trailing mOrnin
glories-so blue that they must hav
borrowed their tint from the frs
clouds CT an April morning.
Later in the afternoon, a stor
began to break. Through the river
hedge of wild grapes and rattlin
palm fronds, the lightning streame
the shore line and the rain drops fe
softly. But only for a fieeting mon
: ent. Soon the sun, blinking mi
chievously, came from behind ii
: clouds and shone more brightly.
81 picked this up at a collector
the other day." said Warren Fishe
referring to book of verses he hs
taken from his suit case, while l WI
day dreaming. 1t was exquisite
bound in Florentine leather.
"Dont get alarmed" he laughe
''it isn't India Love Lyrics or ct
Spell of the Yukon l wouldn't i
fict them on you"
He was openly amusing. 1t w;
startling how much he knew of Il
little devices of w0oing.
"And YOUR selection?" i
quired.
''You may judge for yoursel
Adoree," he said tenderly, ''here's OF
l marked for you"
He turned the thin pages.
His voice held lights and shadoy
and the lines gave Cut charmiI
newness of feeling:
1--WE, the lovers Of life, in unknOv
places
Shall taste of ancient wine
And put flowers in golden vases,
And open precious books of song
And look upon dreaming Buddahs,
And marble masks of genius.
We shall hear the sound stringed
struments,
VOicing the dreams OF great spirits
We shall know the rapture of kiss
and long embraces
And the sting of folly"
1t was not so much the sentime
of the words as the tnrobbing timt
Of his voice, rising to drama
heights then falling to low sedl
tive whisper.
He stopped in the middle Of st;
"a.