Evening star., 1950-01-03

The old South is still much In evidence
the cellarless cottage in need Of paint under
the spread Of mimosa tree in a grassless
plot. But there is much evidence Of the new
splendid postwar school buildings and fac
tories such as the Burlington Mills finishing
plant near Wake N. c.
Yachtsman Tied Up for the Night.
AS for trailer life. the restaurant open in
the Carolina town at the end OF the first
days run is doughnut shop with juke
box constantly wailing dolorous cowboy
plants. but the> >filling station operator has
made his place q trailer caravansary-that
Is he Is able to give trailers running water
by coupling hose, and light and heat by
plugging in power line Soon the martins
are stirred in ice from the. refrigerator and
liver redolent with fried onions issues from
the galley. Truly this is yacht life ashore.
Nothing could be finer than to tour In
Carolina In the morning. The rising sun still
finds color in the stalks Of goldenrod and
tones Of brown in the infinite variety Of
swamp grasses. The leaves Of the small black
oaks retain their red and purple against the
green Of the loblolly pines. Every turn
brings perfect fall hunting scene-like the
autographs on hardware store calendars.
High in the bare branches Of the gums and
tupeloes are clusters OF een-mistletoe. One
wonders how the Christmas kissing tradi-
ton started. In the swamps near Sumter.
s. c.. the Spanish moss begins to hang from
the live oaks-those great trees with the
unoaken leaves that stay green all winter.
And one passes grove after grove, planted in
orchard fashion. Of graceful trees with
slender twigs silhouetted against the sky-
the pecans.
WATERFORD, g. c.. has put out few palms
to obtain q tropical effect. but they are not
y1aA t1,u IA~svl
around Savannah Rolling into the old
pirate ports the trailers send up great fiocks
Of wild ducks-ring neck and lesser scaup-
from the many thousand swamp acres Of
the United States Wildlife Refuge. The
ducks string out In line traceries across the
sky, rising and falling like waves. Farther
along they come plummeting down to water
ut the roadside In manner to make the
trigger finger itch-wings set like the brake
maps OF plane, feet out like q planes
wheels.
Great truck lpads Of The Spanish moss
roll by near Savannah. That's new South
notwithstanding upholstered furniture.
Florida-Port Of Many Trailers.
Fresh Orange Juice" are the signs that
Florida is nigh. The driver with the trailer
behind begins to feel at home. He is no
Thoreau. looking for lonely pond near .
town to establish snowy hermitage. He Is
looking for trailer court. And In Florida
there are trailer courts galore and the rates
are $40 month and up. Court proprietors
supply running water, toilet and laundry
facilities.
/. A study Of trailer courts would reward the
sociologist. Here is society with the space
factor drastically reduced - but q society
nevertheless.
Take the Old Spanish Trail Court in st.
Augustine. pleasant group Of trailers shaded
by palms on a lawn beside the main highway.
Like every community, this one has its old
families. The man with the biggest trailer
and the best location has been there almost
two years. The mansion-li quality Of his
place Is enhanced by huge awning In front.
A graded lawn and decorative planting OF
elephant ears and other tropical perennials
have dourished In the constant growing
season. No leading citizen whether he lives
on Delaware avenue. Buffalo. Euclid avenue.
Cleveland or on Massachusetts, avenue in