Life, 1928-01-26 · page 11 of 34
Life — January 26, 1928 — page 11: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page presents a reader participation game, not a political cartoon. "Travel Contest" invites readers to find errors in Kay's tenth letter—a travelogue describing a journey through American cities from New Orleans to Atlanta. The letter humorously recounts travel experiences: flying over the Caribbean, visiting Tampa, driving to Key West (described as "the furthest point south in the United States"), and encounters with famous people and landmarks. Readers must identify geographical or factual mistakes Kay made in her account to win prizes ($75 weekly, up to $400 grand prize). The illustration shows a stylized woman traveler with luggage—representing the contest's travel theme. This was a common early-20th-century magazine engagement strategy: combining entertainment with reader participation.
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Travel Contest Weekly Prizes For the best answer to each of Kay Vernon's letters: | First Prize - $75.00 Three Second Prizes of $25.00 each Final Grand Prizes For those who have the best record throughout the Contest as a whole: First Prize- $400.00 Second Prize - $200.00 Third Prize $100.00 San Diego El Paso 7 New Oneons Jacksonville Sap Antorfio Tampa \ P RY iami THIS IS KAY’S TENTH LETTER | Atianta, Georaia. EAR Eprror: With the sound of the Creole Bells ringing in our ears, we left New Orleans and flew over the blue Caribbean straight to Tampa. Tampa is on Lake Okeetchobee, and it was on the boardwalk there that I had my first ride in an “afro- mobile.” The place is too quaint— it hasn’t changed a bit since Richard Harding Davis wrote “A Message to Garcia.” From Tampa, we flew south over lovely Havana — seeing Morrow Castle where the U. S. Ambassador lives and where President Coolidge, Lindbergh and Will Rogers have been visiting. Then we swooped back across fifty miles of ocean (the Gulf Stream) to Key West, which is the farthest point south in the United States, and on up to Miami. The first thing I noticed in Miami was a sound like distant cannonading. I asked a bellboy in the Royal Poinciana what it was and he said it was the real estate booms. He then told me he had some wonderful water- front property to sell at a bargain, and when I said I wasn’t interested he asked me, “Do you need any gin?” and I told him not to get fresh. He was a nice boy, though, and pointed out all the famous people, like YS Irving Berlin, the Earl of Lauderdale, Al Jolson and Arthur Brisbane, who spend their winters here. Miami has many charming suburbs—Palm Beach, Coral Gables and St. Petersburg, where I saw John D. Rockefeller passing out dimes to every one in the street. The Standard Oil Co. must pay his salary in dimes, the way he throws them around. I did some shopping in the Pavilion at Palm Beach and went for a swim at the Casino, which is run by a Mr. Bradley. We then flew over the Everglades (the tobacco plan- tations) to Daytona and then to Jacksonville, the oldest city in America, and from there to Savannah, where I saw the house used as General Oglethorpe’s headquarters during the revolution. Our next and last stop was Atlanta, which we reached by following the line of Sheridan's ride. This beautiful city was founded eighty-eight years ago and de- stroyed twenty years later. Before Prohibition, a very famous beverage was made here—guess what? The University of Georgia is here, too—where Bobby Jones and his brother Tad learned their football. Lovingly, Ko P. S. To-morrow I'll be in Charleston, where George White learned the dance that made him famous! Answer Kay’s letter! Correct her mistakes! comicbooks.com