The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-02-02
By PAUL HARRISON

By PAUL HARRISON
 Miami, Fla-Your correspondent has not gone fishing yet. He's afraid he might catch . fish.
 In the first place, hooking |. sailfish or a marlin seems to bo about like hitching oneself to the tail of an outraged broncho. And even if I landed a marlin or sail- fish, what would have?
 They can't be tanned, or eaten, or sold for oil or leather. Hamil. ton Wright, the younger, patient ly explained to me that when one goes box-hunting one does not ex. pect to eat the fox. Besides. he pointed out, an angler can have like colOrs, lacquered in Shinq rig idity, and bolted to a wall of his den as a momento of his prowess. It seems that a twelve-foot marlin or sailfish can be mounted very neatly for as little as $15O. Sav- agery of expression, including open mouth and .gleaming teeth comes a bit higher.
 How to Annoy . Wife
 I have tried to imagine the scene at home as two panting truckmen drag the huge packing case into our apartment. First my wife would think I had ordered the baby grand piona she has been wanting. Then, peering into the crate, she would see the horrific jaws and glaring eyes of the sea monster. Impaled on a lower bicuspid would be Q note: "A little momento, darls ing, of my prowess."
 "P. S.-The catching, mounting and shipping of this thing cost quite a lot, 50 perhaps you'd bct- ter forego that new coat and eve. ming dress for a while. Also you had better start looking for g. larger apartment-something with den about the size of our pres- ent living room"
 And so haven't gone fishing. No Rest for Weary
 Palm Beach Is a rest spot, with only three rather quiet clubs offer- ing public Advertisement fater sun- down. Also Col B. R. Bradley'S exclusive Beach club, where gen. tlemen and ladies finger stacks of chips and gravely seek to antici- pate the whims of little balls whirl. ing around in slotted wheels.
 Even without open gamblinge which may be permitted any day now, Miami and Miach Beach are no such sanctuary for fatigued southern visitors. One is supposed to tumble out early for a dip or a canter; golf or tennis after break fast; a swim after lunch and a An TfA1 [. k~ .An A afternoon watching the races.
 There Is no local ordinance against going to bed at a reason. able hour, yet nobody does. Of an evening I have witnessed jai- alai games at Biscayne Fronton, dog races, and the exciting Eng. fish cycle races. There are four tracks where the hustle-pups run. All greyhound races look pretty much alike to me, but for some reason 1t Is considered good fun to drift from one kennel club to Dawn Rolls Up
 Nearing midnight. with nothing else to see, it's time to go night. clubbing. At 8 a. m., having helped put up the shutters at Deauville or M. Bouche's Villa Venice. somebody recalls that Har- ry Richman is giving Q big party tonight, and how agout dropping in? Eventually, just as the dawn comes up like a laundering re. proach to your hopeless lassitude you sneak back to your hotel wan- dering. what you can say to the man with whom you promised to play golf this morning.
 Nothing sto stirs my envy of the richies as a sail or stroll past the yacht basins here-filled as they never have been before with sieeks immaculate luxury craft. Burn. ishcd brass and polished mahog- any; twinkling cabin lights and music. Red and green cruising lamps show as miniature private liners pass on their way to the sea pass with a low throb of fast engines and . sigh of eddies In their wake.
 Captain Jack Bauder. the yacht master here, has told me of some Charles Bakers Viking carries seaplanes and Mrs Cadwlalader's Savarona has swimming pool and tennis courts. He says, too, that there are 67 craft here from New York alone that are moro than 40 feet in length. Of the hundreds of others, many have come through inland waterways, from the Great Lakes, and some Aa.lN NNNN. n C