Judge — March 12, 1932 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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a Mutterings from Miami rp Fahrenheit at Palm Beach sud- denly bob-sledding two degrees, leaving it shivering around 9F in the shade, Mac and I whistled up the Silent Tin, threw a leg over her and headed further South to work the chill out of the bones. In 60 miles, or 40 min. of Florida straightaway, we were in Miami, pretty nearly at the tip end of this world. Miami is a clean, sunwashed city, a clean, sunwashed bay, and entirely covered with visitors from nsville, Ind., hotels for same, and s called Ponce de Leon € - It is situated about twenty miles from Bimini, where the chief exports seem to be brimming glass- ware. Miami itself, when seen from the Biscayne Bay causeway, seems to have heen swiped from an architect's model of New York and set up in the lush sub-tropics. Otherwise this toy sky- line is surrounded by a not unpleasing aura of Sid Grauman Venetian, Roxy Spanish and the odd dash of early » (Ethiopian). The chief occupation of the Miam- ians seems to be opening and closing bridges to let Mr. Morgan's yacht OS. aN \2 Sy sS Zz JUDGE thru; standing on bridges, fishi standin yn bridges; and waiting for the summer in order to rest from the arduousness of tourist-muleting. How ever, since there isn't so much of the mulet of human kindness around this year, there is a good deal more stand ing around than usual. In fact, this year there is a hotel for everyone, fully equipped with swimming pool, radio in every room, Venetian lampposts, and hot and cold running bellhops. Press a_ button and 75 sons of Roxy rush in bearing contraband from Bimini floating in ice flocs. Phone downstairs you don't like the radio, and they'll rip it out for you. Think of it! No lobbies swarming with Convention Badges, no ex-waltz champion desk-clerks busy snooting guests, and no people just Sitting Around. If such isn't exclusiveness, so what? Palin Beach, however, fares even worse. Up there I found there was a hotel per person, but not a person per hotel. But in Miami, there is no depres- sion. You can holiday there for what you like this year. You can either hock the gold in your grammaw reo Macy hose -vendress and. live for cnough to fit in your eye. TE know places where you can rent a hous for four dollars a month, and. that doesn’t mean sleeping with alligators or cottonmouths or in the smudge pots. America’s payground — has » America’s playground. Ring a bell on that one, Meadows!) Which reminds. On the way down, I spent a night at Indian River City, Fla, which is right in the navel of the citrus belt. Mine host, probably liking mine face (it couldn't have been for a better reason) offered me half the deed to his large citrus land holding AIL T had to do was come down and farm them for five years. At the end of which time they'd show a profit, if the blights, bugs, frosts and crooked packers didn’t get them, Biscayne Bay is the Fifth Avenue of Miami. On its twinkling (why do islands always twinkle in resort guide: islands roost the rich. Most of their blinds are drawn this year On Palm Island, stands the pure white house of Baron Capone, one of our overlords now subsisting tempo- rarily at the government's expense. Jeff and I drove over and inspected THEN, Y LUNIOR, lels 4 epee Ma ent EAH, U KNOW! 1 DRAW ALMOST THE SAME PICTURE TWO WEEKS AGo/—BUT THINGS ARE SO BAD WW FLORIDA, THERES AGTHING 76 DO BUT DRAW BATHING Geis! 20 comicbooks.com