Fitzgerald leader enterprise and press. (Fitzgerald, Ben Hill County, Ga.) 1921-1964, 1926-09-30
SEEING FLORIDA IN SEVEN DAYS

out-jump him until we stopped the
car and coaxed him out. Then a
wasp stung her. and the Everglades
! had forever lOststheirS cAarm.for, her,
If they had had any.
There was a great deal Of water
running over the highway, and Aelds
Of sugar cane were inundated. A
sugar mill was silent. We were told
that it had been determined that the
Lake was 80 little above sea level that
drainage was almost impossible. We
passed dairy farms where the cows
'waded around in the water, and not
human. being was in sight. That
was west Of the city of Okeeehobee.
Along the eastern shore there were
ridges where the houses were dry,
but hot! All the little boyshad their
hair, burned red on top, andahe tops
of little cypress trees were red just
like them. High and Dry" were
signs that became pathetic joke, as
they were now nearly covered in wa
ter. thought, why will people try
to wrest living out Of such places
when we have so. much fine, cheap
farm lands? A nursery at Canal
Point was submerged in water and
abandoned.
All the way from West Palm Beach
[ wera. numerous beautiful and: artis-
tie entrances tos deadE developments.
Howl wished. that.two .setstofs those
lovely arches might be moved and
placed on each side Of Fitzgerald!
They were monuments to dead hopes
where they were, and at home they
would lead people into a colony city
that lived and thrived. How much
money must have been lost in these
places which are scattered thickly
along the entire Dixie Highway from
Jacksonville to Miami, even below.
Morning, Miami Beach, September
End. l awoke to see the loveliest sun
rise I have ever seen! was again
reminded of Sidney Lanier and his
last immortal poem, Sunrise"
with inshore greens and manifold
mid-sea blues,
Pearl-glint, shell-tint, ancientist per-
fectest hues."
A scientist said recently: "a lit
tie imagination can people the clouds
with vast horde Of creatures never
seen on land or sea-" and what inter-
ested me was a succession of heavy
grey clouds moving. swiftly over the
sunrise, colors,. a. beautiful lady in
Colonial. costume, AMI automobile hy-
ing along with a little girl holding a
broad-brimmed hat, little animal
shapes, all rapidly changing into
things just as absurd. When told
the other members of our party
about it at breakfast they said I
must have had something queer to
drink. ! told thenI had seen little
boats creeping OUT all night to the
three-mile limit, but they did not
bring me anything.
We are leaving soon to see the
great new city of Coral Gables, hav-
ing seen Miami and its beach late
yesterday. Marcia is dressed, in her
coral-colored frock, for Coral Gables
is very colorful. Gle says the best
he can do is a sky-blue shirt. AS
everything is colorful they won't be
noticed, perhaps.
Close of Day, Royal Park Inn,
Vero Beach. Homeward Bound.
Coral Gables was beautiful, we were
taken up into the tower of the Miami
dBiitmore to see it all at once. tt
seemed so queer to build that mag
nifcent structure in the edge of
the woods, but I guess it will pay
in winter, for it is really tropical this
far south. The entrances and
grounds throughout the entire city
are colorful, artistic and beautiful.
The Venetian pool is a work of art,
and we were sorry we could not take
swim, but we must hurry.
Miami appears to be one continu-
GUS city for miles this side, as such
little places as Ojus just melt into
each other. We dined along the
roadside, and stopped to spend the
night at Fort Pierce, but the mos
quitoes swarmed about us so that we
became frantic and drove away with
out accepting the hotel accommoda-
lions offered us. We decided to ride
all night rather than endure them.
While they are bad here at Vero, the
hotel is lovely. A dear little Swiss
lady is in charge, and it is right in
the edge of the pine woods. Dining
room closed, and we have to go to
town for meals, right in the mosqui-
toes. Bought first aid from the drug
store to offset the bites, then, too,
the kind little Swiss lady gave US a
spray. for the rooms.
| Vero has grown amazingly in the
last five years, and the residents an
nounce in hopeful way that they
have only a few more weeks of the
mosquitoes. I would not live here
in summer if they gave me home.
Noon, New Smyrna. In A Tea
Room. They delight in telling you
here that they are the oldest city in