The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-01-24
BY PAUL HARRISON

son lS Wf1tlnB HIS famous lm New York" column these days
 for readers of The Democrat. BY PAUL HARRISON
 Miami, Fla.-Beach scene: Svelte girls in flannel pajamas. Stout women in flaring shorts. Girls without stockings; girls without men; girls without very much on. The red tocnails. The startling split skirts. The men without a care in the world. The men with out shirts. Showgirls who are afraid of the sun. (They'd be fired if they got themselves tanned in bathing suit patterns). New corners grimly baking themselves so they won't look like newcomers. The bathing costumes adapted from Bali and Tahiti. The peacE es-and-cream blondes in long i.:o' roadsters.
 The gay awnings. The atrociouJ pinks of some of the houses. The canvas-walled sunbathing cages on wheels. The cabanas, most of them with private bars. The canals, lined with the palaces of local Doges. The alligator-wrest. lers, lending touch of Cone, Island. The scarcity of southern accents. The restless, searching curiosity of celebrity-seekers. The girl who looks like Helen Morgan. The girl who actually Is Helen Morgan. The Indian princess, Yeffie Kimball, who could pass for a princess, but never an Indian.
 Names Out of the Past
 Health Note: I've met scarcely |. visitor who didn't seem aggressive 1y athletic. They're going to do everything that's to be done, if 1t single bronzed resident who failed to show resentment of the fact that have cold. It seems that there Is local ordinance, or something, prohibiting colds.
 Now and then you encounter half-forgotten names here. Joe Tinker is one, once famed in base ball by the phrase, Tinker-to- Evers-to-Chan Joe is running a filling station now. Jimmy Ma |loney was another, until they resur- rected -him to fight Max Baer. Lew Tendrei, permanently retired from the ring, has night club. George Merrick is trying a come back, too-in real estate. A few years ago he had millions; his next job was in 8 fish market at $6 a week.
 Mayor Sewell Just
 Stays on the Job
 Miami's mayor, E. c. Sewell Is less prosperous than you'd expect nf n tnhn noy hnfrn 1uIrnrS the town was just Seminole trad ing post. Lost his clothing busi- ness three years ago and now sells lots in his spare moments, which are very spare indeed. Incident ally, the head-man of this play town never swims, fishes or plays golf.
 Alley Cation of Luxupry
 Two-minute Tour: The peacocks and pink flamingoes in the palm court of the Roney Plaza. The luxurious yachts, especially the ono belonging to the brothers who make slot machines and pin games. The man-made islands in the bay, and the piling which shows where other islands were being built when the boom collapsed. The papa yas, which people eat and say are good for you. For my taste, they're just so much spinach.
 The brokerage offices, with stock tickers and quotation boards. which are scattered about town. Sailing Baruch has one at Miami Beach, where he swims every day. Hts home, though, is on Palm Island, which also is the site of the sump- tuous Capone mansion. The lat- ter still is occupied by some mem- bers of the family, I'm told, and Capone himself intends to live there, if permitted, after his re- lease. Or perhaps, since his trans fer to the federal prison at Alca- trez, he has lost his liking for islands.
 The Beach mansions of John Hertz, taxi magnate. and Walter Briggs of Detroit. The pink ele- gance of the three houses of the Graham brothers. The Nunnally Johnsons are at home and must call Also Laurence Schwab, the producer. Gar Woods house is topped by an astronomical obscr- vatory, with telescope. On Hi biscus Island, another boom. crea- ton, lives Ed Strong, the Ono race track owner. After staring goggle-eyed at the magnificence of |lhomes along on Beach avenue, IT learned that the avenue was a mere alley, and that had been adniring the rear entrances. a HN u