The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1940-07-19
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and starts talkin' about cool,
shady pools, refreshing lake
breezes, and fish that bite al the
drop of a bait.
Red" Edgerton, impetuous
salesman for the Western News
paper Union, can disrupt any
business organization by simply
putting in an appearance and
that's how come" / played
hockey last week and joined him
on trip to the Lake Okeechobee
section.
At Sebring we met Nate Brok-
ing, publisher of the Highlands
County News. Nate is the kind
of a guy that goes around with
an cupboard motor in one hand
and mess of fishin' tackle in
the other. He not only knows
all the fish in South Florida by
their first names but has their
address and telephone number
as well.
In spite of the fact that he
was all stove up from a recent
automobile accident and was
three days behind in his work,
he quit everything and person
ally escorted us to one of his pet
fishin' holes. 1t was a swell trip
and you know / enjoy lust bein'
out" even if you don't get any
fish.
A Scotch and Soda" usually
goes pretty well after a trip like
that, SO we stopped at roadside
place in Hardee county to see
what could be done about it.
Steppin' UP to the counter. / con-
fidently placed our order. you
want WHAT and which," the
man saws, lookin' at me like /
was a curio or sornethin'. Scotch
and Soda, l repeats. rather tim
idly this time.
Well, the guy grunts, shrugs
his shoulders, and begins PAWN
through an assortment of bottles
on the back shelf. Finally he
found one marked Scotch. dust
ed it off. and, opening it, set the
darn thing on the bar. at the
same time layin' out some plain
whisky glasses.
How about the soda?" I asks
nervously. Soda, he mumbles,
his face as blank as a sham-bat-
tie cartridge. ooh yeah, and
reaching under the counter he
drags out a package of baking
soda. Whats the matter, bud
dy", he says, you got heart
burne"
Well, there was nothin' else to
do. so ] pours a modest drink. /
puts in a pinch of soda and SAYS,
"Open UP, mouth, you asked for
it," The rest of the trip ! stuck |
to Coca-Cola.
Arriving at Clewiston we
found Jay Moran of the u. s Su-
car Corporation as busy as a |
battalion commander of a blitz- :
krieg, up to his ears in the con-
struction of a beautiful new Of
flee building. at the same time 1
keeping a weather eye on the I
cane crop. But we did /
succeed in enticing him away one
for a session with the |
bass in Lake Okeechobee. Boy,
what a fishin' hole that is-even I
I caught a messl The fish take
your plug while you're strugglin' |
a backlash and wait for you 10
untangle yourself and pun 'em in. /
Just old fashioned Clewiston |
hospitality, guess
The entire Lake section looked 1
prosperous Everyone /
was busy and looking forward to |
a great winter season The new !
cane crop IS growing like the /
national debt and today you'd |
never know there'd been a
freeze. Some day the government I
viii take its hobnail boot off the /
neck of this section and LET the /
folks down there ego 10 work"
and when that happens "unem-
and hard times" will
just naturally have to go find
some place else TO live.
At Belle Glade / met a mighty !
interestin' chap named Bill
Pierce. He runs garage and a
1900 Sears Special Horseless
Carriage, which he claims is the
fastest thing on buggy wheels.
He raced challenger from Min
nesota, who appeared in Miami
last winter with an 1896 model (
md beat him by about three
snorts and a chug, 70 become Ma
tional Gas-buggy Racing Cham /
pion.
I'll tell you more about Bib az .
a later date, for he is q real |
Next winter he may I
have to defend his title against .
Barney Oidfield. Ralph DePslms. 4
ard o<her' speed demons m .
race of a century" that Is being
cooked up. Maybe even Henry
Ford WIN drag out his famed
1999" and take q hand In any
event. il promises to be some
,--s<L = A.