The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-01-22
In New York
By PAUL HARRISON

Miami, Fla. -- One of the best ways not to see America is over a bridge table in the recreation car of fast train. suppose any train might do, but you probably will get less sightseeing done on Q train to Florida, because people who have nothing to do but go to Florida are just the sort who love to deal, bid, double and hnesse.
 We were only an hour or 50 out of New York when 1t was my mis- fortune to observe, aloud. and to q nice old gentlemen with whom I'd been chatting. that we were passing over . remarkable high bridge.
 A dozen pairs of ears must have been tuned for mention of that word. Did you say 'bridge'?" asked the man on my left. I've been dying to suggest It," Uttered Q large lady across the aisle. "Tli make a fourth" volunteered the nice old gentleman. "We'll start another table," declared one of trio of young men.
 Heart Is His Work
 At Philadelphia the train was stopped to take on an extra sup- ply of cards; also some more bridge players named Cyril Hep- burn and Alvin Goodman, district champions enroute to Miami Bilt- more tournament. Helen and Jo- seph Eyler, a nice young brother. and-sister team from Pittsburgh, came aboard at Baltimore. Other pair. representing Cleveland, Cin- cinnati, St. Louis and points west joined the party at Washington. By this time I was in such distin- guished company tht I was obliged to keep my nose in my cards, and SO had only the faintest idea of our whereabouts.
 We were just pulling out of Richmond, think, when made the doubled little slam. That tri- umph emboldened me to ask, next time we stopped. what town 1t was. "Three diamonds!" said my part. ner sternly, jumping my spade.
 Early next morning, peeping over a hand headed by the nine of clubs, glimpsed a palm tree. Along about noon, probably in the neighborhood of St. Augustine, I thought saw Q blooming hibiscus. but 1t may have been only that memorable red hand received that day--eight hearts and i've dia- monds.
 In/ few hours we reached but stop playing and go to the fo- new arrivals made appointments to ,x1 oof o ffnr Alnuav P0s, a Fawr xs,n~.A snappy rubbers before bedtime. I said l had c date to watch some greyhounds pursue q mechanical rabbit named Rusty. #s
 Next day I went over to Miami Beach, met some people and was obliged to tell them that I didn't play bridge. In the Roncy Plaza Gardens there was Q bridge game under every palm tree. At neigh- boring beach a photographer was snapping four chorus girls playing bridge on the sand with some enormous cards.
 I jumped into the water and struck out for a fiat. There was only one person on the raft. and knew he couldn't be playing bridge. Too late, as drew myself up, panting, recognized John Garber. one of the Miami pair champions. He beamed whom he me. Say. Harrison," he asked, "did I tell you about that squeeze I made against Sims at the Wander bilt cup tournament: 2" Baer in Training
 Happiest person l know Is Max Baer, who soon Is scheduled to policeman named MaIoney.
 He clowns through his training here, blithely roInds the night spots, kisses babies. grins at girls, splashes inexpertly in the surf, cfeerfuily loses at the race tracks, and breaks all his business ap- pointments.