The Washington times., 1937-01-07
EVERY STATE
ANECCAF0R
TRAVELLERS
BY KIRK MILLER
Times Sports Editor

II I were king, even in exile,
this is the time of year my
thoughts and steps would turn to
Americas shores and playlands
where summer spends the winter.
Yes, were as carefree and
footloose as wealth and leisure
would make me, the post-Yuletide
days would find me saying good
by to Washington friends and
business life, and hieing for three
months at least, to whispering
pines and beckoning palms, where
the golf balls sail low across the
fairways and seagulls dip for NOR
sells of food.
Methinks I would store away
in the rumble seat the trusty
woods and irons and make my
first pause at Pinehurst where
the South meets the North in
neutral cline, where the brisk,
rare climate is tempered by a
warming sun, and where winter
really starts to thaw.
On to Augusta
Thence my steps would turn to
Augusta for more golf and by all
means those uneXcelled bride
paths among the groves and hills
and lakes with sessions of turkey
and duck hunting to give the
spice to a luscious outdoor pro
gram.
Atlanta? Sure! And New Or
leans, too. For here we would be
moving into the true South, with
its traditions, its architecture, its
historic lore and its all-around
menu of fun and relaxation to
which we of the North can find
easy escape from wind and snow
and cold.
Oh, give me that New Orleans
food-those candied yams, that
thick, black coffee laden with
chicor1e, those baking powder bis
cults, that corn pone, those light,
fluffy breakfast rolls, those flap
jacks swimming in iqueur Of ham
and those low-bending servants
with swinging trays of native
Sazeracs.
But eventually I'd have to mosey
away, even from the charm of At
lantas metropolis which has al
ways seemed to me to be New York
moved South. And I'd have to fore
go New Orleans gay Latin quarter
sooner or later; it's colorful leveeS
and grooming dock hands, for Pen
sacola and other Gulf spots would
be calling me and tugging away at
my heart.
Gulf Dream Spot
For the Gulf means sailing and
fishing and swimming and lazy
hours on the sand. Tampa, ST..
Petersburg, Sarasota, each offer
ing something individual and
unique unto themselves, would
come in turn and a week in either
place would be all too little for
even a king with time and money
to burn.
st. Petersburg - the one and
only Sunshine City, tucked in off
Tampa Bay, a city that has only
commenced to grow, where no one
is a stranger and where new life
awaits the tired and the weary
and the worn. St. Petersburg-With
its great recreational activity on
land and sea, with its central park
and band concerts open and free
to all. ST. Petersburg, where two
ball clubs train, where dogs race
and where sidewalk benches are
the gathering place for mankind
the world over.
And Tampa - just across the
bridge from st. Pete. as hustling
and busy a place as you'll find in
far less tropical climes where days
and nights are filled with sport
and music and fun. Tampa-not
dependent on tourist trade alone
for either existence or name; but
o city which gives work and a
livelihood to a huge population
from its cigar-making activity,
and yet a city which finds time
to entertain its guests and show
them how to relax.
Swing Through Florida
From Tampa the natural urge
Is a swing over to Orlando, the
largest inland city of Florida,
abounding in lakes and hills and
citrus groves surpassed by no sec
ton of the State. Here is the
orange and grapefruit heart of the
State where froSts and winds and
other of natures fits of temper
can do the least harm to agricul-
ture, picking. packing and ship
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