Fitzgerald leader enterprise and press. (Fitzgerald, Ben Hill County, Ga.) 1921-1964, 1925-08-27
WARREN FISHER FLIRTS,
~ AIDED BY POETRY
The Florida East Coast!

The Florida East Coast!
AS we sped southwark, the whole
country side, trimming with a trop-
zeal beauty. held out fresh, inviting
hands. Gay hibiscus Haunted their
Acrimson faces against an ever chang
ing background of palms.
They're like lovely women" War
rem Fisher said as he nodded toward
a dense growth of the vivid blooms
for a brief span, they give freely of
&eir matchless beauty and then-you
will see as the day grows older, they
fold their petals to make room for
the new and fresher buds"
"a gruesome thought" l shudder-
n ed, "is ones hey-day of brightness
so fleeting?"
"Ah! but in this instance, there's
lesson to be learned"
"Tell me?" l encouraged.
1t seems to me that hibiscus makes
the most of it's fullness of youth, it
has evidently adopted "carpe diem"
philosophy of life.
"And the lesson?" asked.
~ was just wondering if we mortals
would not be happier perhaps if we.
too, followed some such creed instead
of making a sort of endurance test of
this existence"
Here, here, what are you doing,
advocating the primrose pathway?'
exclaimed lightly.
"And you? what do you think
about it," he laughingly answered.
"Well, don't thing any of us have
been particularly annoyed with what
the psycho-analysts call inhibitions. :"
you're dealing in generalities,
may l 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 OF
any kind"
preferred not to answer his ques-
ton. knew l was flirting with
Warren Fisher but at least it added
a bit of zest after the way had
been ignored by Curtiss Wright be-
fore leaving.
Silence for a while and / became
absorbed in the roadside vistas.
wonder why someone has not called
Florida's East Coast-The Glad
Land. For it's most tangible quality
is its exuberant spirit. Fields of vel
low daisies clap their hands and Will.
tie in glee and great golden air
plants swing happily from moss-gar-
landed trees.
Along the sun-kissed Indian river,
picture houses nestle far back from
the sparkling water. There is an
undefinable appeal about these Span
ish houses with their drifting rain
bow colors. Others, too, built by a
colony of artists are modelled CO.
quina; their doorways framed in trail
ing morning glories-so blue that
they must have borrowed their tint
from the first clouds of an April
morning.
Later in the afternoon, storm be-
gan to break. Through the rivers
hedge of wild grapes and rafting
palm fronds, the lightning streamed
+ha Rrnnc
softly. But only for fleeing mo-
ment. Soon the sun, blinking mis-
chievously, came from behind the
clouds and shone more brightly.
81 picked this up a collectors the
other day." said Warren Fisher, re-
ferring to book of verses he had
taken from his suit case, while l was
day dreaming. 1t was exquisitely
bound in Florentine leather.
Don't get alarmed" he laughed,
nit isn't India Love Lyrics or The
Spell of the Yukon wouldn't in
fiict them on you"
He was openly amusing. 1t was
startling how much he knew of the
little devices Of wooing..
"And YOUR selection?" in
quired.
"You may judge for yourself, Ad-
oree,'' he said tenderly, here's one
marked for you"
He turned the thin pages.
His voice held lights and shadows
and the lines gave out charming
newness of feeling:
1--WE. the lovers of life in unknown
places
Shall taste of ancient wine
And put flowers in golden vases,
And open precious books of song
And looks upon dreaming Buddahs,
And marble masks of genus.
We shall hear the sound stringed in
struments,
Voicing the dreams of great spirits
We shall know the rapture of kisses
and long embraces
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