PICTUKE AND SONG 



WHAT seek we in Florida ? The same that we 

 seek everywhere sensations. Life is made of 

 them. In proportion as they are lively and 

 pleasurable we find it good. The higher their 

 quality, the nobler the part that feels them, the 

 less physical they are, the less they have to do 

 with eating and drinking and being clothed, the 

 more truly we are alive and not dead. 



Most of the people that we meet in Florida 

 are vacationers like ourselves. At home they 

 may be in the wool business, in shoes, or in 

 dyestuffs ; here they have no occupation but to 

 amuse themselves. In the daytime they fish, 

 play golf, drive, or lounge upon the hotel piazza. 

 In the evening they sit in the lobby, listen 

 (possibly) to the music, admire (or not) the 

 gowns and jewels of the ladies (the self-sacrific- 

 ing creatures are all on parade, like so many 

 Queens of Sheba), take a hand at cards, or 

 gossip about something or nothing with a travel- 

 ing companion or a chance acquaintance. At 

 the worst they dawdle over a newspaper or a 

 novel, and consume the hour in smoke. To 



