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CORAL GABLES Riviera Times

Published Monday through Friday afternoons by the Riviera Publishing Company, 222 Aragon, Coral Gables 34, Fla. Established as a weekly newspaper January, 1926; combined with the Dade County & Coconut Grove Times, 1928. Published daily except Saturday and Sunday. MEMBER OF THE NATIONAL EDITORIAL ASSOCIATION and Florida Press Association. H. HAROLD HARM. Editor and Publisher: Kenneth S. Reynolds, Business Manager; Harry S. Cratty, Managing Editor; Helen Reynolds, Society Editor; Edward W. Wright, Circulation Manager. MEMBER AUDIT BUREAU OF CIRCULATIONS FULL LEASED WIRE, UNITED PRESS ASSOCIATION NATIONAL EDITORIAL ASSOCIATION Active Member SUBSCRIPTION RATES: In Gables, per month, $6.00: one year, outside of United States $12.00; Local, $12.00; two years, $18.00; single copy, 5 cents. Entered as Second Class Matter May 21, 1946, at the Post Office at Miami Fla., under the Act of March 3, 1879. Mail Address, Box 6972, Coral Gables 34, Florida. Phone 4-1624. Classified Dept., 83-5611 The Coral Gables Riviera-Times is liable for errors in advertising only to the extent of the space in which the advertisement appears.

Insurance

Coral Gables residents, complacent in their city of beauty, culture and churches, were shocked on Tuesday to read of the arrest of two Coral Gables bus drivers, charged with contributing to the delinquency of two 15-year-old girls, students at Ponce de Leon High School. "It couldn't happen in Coral Gables," they exclaimed. But it did! The law will take its course in the case of the two men. If they are guilty of the charges, poetry and/or their cars will be punished. If they are proved innocent, they will be set free. But what of the other 'teen agers attending our schools? If it happened to two of them—it could happen to others. Yes, right here in Coral Gables we have one of the best insurance policies against that sort of thing that could be conceived. We are referring to the Coral Gables War Memorial Youth Center. At the Center, the children are brought together in a wholesome environment. Through dances and other functions with their own age groups, they have no reason to want to go off carousing with older men. But the Youth Center needs money to expand our only its facilities but its activities so that every student in our local schools will want to take part in the program. On Saturday a drive to raise $20,000 to provide capital and operational funds will be launched. What better insurance could Gables parents buy to protect their children than an investment in the expansion of our Youth Center. When a campaign worker approaches you during the drive, think that one over. If you are conscientious, you can't refuse to help.

Columnist Condemns Shipping Green Citrus

By RUSSELL KAY Secretary, Fla. Press Ass'n. From the inception of the citrus industry, Florida, year after year, has practiced fraud and deceit in attempting to market oranges and grapefruit that are immature and unfit for human consumption. As early as September, Florida fruit begins to move to northern markets. It is as green as grass and any consumer who buys it is doomed to disappointment. Maturity tests which were supposed to check this evil fail miserably. Fruit is artificially colored and prettied up and some of it looks quite tempting on the outside, but mother nature hasn't finished her job and the housewife finds to her sorrow that she had spent her good money for a mess of garbage. Gives Fruit Black Eye This consistent shipment of worthless inedible fruit gives all Florida fruit a black eye. It knocks the bottom out of the market and messes up the whole deal, but somehow, we have never been able to stop it. I suggested several years ago, that we might use some of the millions we spend on advertising our fruit to warn consumers against this green fruit at the beginning of the season and I still think it would be a good idea. Since the Florida citrus industry is either too dumb or too selfish to play square with the consumer, the worm at last has turned. National buyers, fed up with our lousy junk fruit have finally decided to take action themselves. Why they haven't done so before this is hard to understand. Anyhow, the Kroger Grocery Chain, an organization with thousands of retail outlets throughout the middle west announced recently that it was through buying junk and would purchase no more Florida citrus fruit that did not meet the USDA Grade A standard. Screaming Heads Off Ever since this announcement Florida growers and shippers, who have condoned green fruit shipments on one hand and indulged in the practice on the other, have been screaming their heads off. But it looks like they are going to have to accept it whether they like it or not, for following the Kroger lead, other big chain buyers have adopted the same policy, and this week the Winn-Lovett Chain announced that it was through with trash and so far as it would buy only Grade A oranges, until such time as all fruit from the state was edible. Other large chains like A & P Food Stores, will undoubtedly follow the same policy and it will prove one of the best things that ever happened to the Florida citrus industry. In my humble way I have been telling the truth about Florida fruit since I first came to the state in 1914. I have consistently condemned the evil practice of shipping green fruit and will continue to do so. Florida produces the finest citrus fruit in the world and it is criminal to offset this God-given advantage by allowing a few selfish growers or shippers to bring ill repute on the entire citrus industry. The big idea, of course, is to get the fruit off the tree and into the market before a cold wave hits. But the shipment of green fruit does more damage than the average freeze. The tremendous growth of the gift box trade has been built on the shipment of quality fruit. Thousands of folks have learn- ed to depend on reputable shippers for regular delivery of quality fruit and they gladly pay a premium price for it. While some gift box shippers high-jack the consumer, most of them are giving value received and those who do are building a worthwhile repeat business that insures them a good return for their product. No Floridian in his right mind would either buy or attempt to eat the kind of fruit we insist on shipping early in the season. Both grower and shipper know that it is unfit to eat but their motto is "Let the buyer beware," and to hell with the reaction. My congratulations to the big grocery chains who have "put their foot down" and who refuse to gyp their customers. The American housewife is not dumb; you may fool her now and then but after she is taken in early in the season, she is off of Florida citrus fruit for a long time and she is off the grocer who sold it to her. If we must ship green fruit to market let's advertise it for THROWING and not for EATING purposes.

OUR TOWN You're the Boss!

By Jim Moore Hya Editor! No, don't look around, I mean you. You're not an editor, you're a reader, you say? Nope, you're wrong—you're both! What I'm trying to say to you is that the folks who read the Riviera-Times—the people whose names are on our subscription lists, are the real editors of the paper. We are trying to put into the Riviera-Times what you will like to read. If we are carrying a feature and the majority of our readers don't like it—then we want to consign it to the scrap basket in future issues. On the other hand, if there is something that does not appear in the Riviera-Times that our readers think should be there—then we want to break our necks to get it for you. Of course we can't expect to please everybody completely every issue. Some people like sports, some like society, some read only the comics. JIM MOORE It reminds me of a story about the editor of the Saturday Evening Post, quite a few years ago, who was traveling on a train. He noticed that the man next to him had just finished reading a copy of his magazine. "How did you like the Post?," he inquired. "Swell," said his traveling companion. "I enjoyed every single article and story in it." "Then," said the editor, shaking his head, "there must have been something wrong with it. No one reader should like every story. If he does, there are hundreds of others who won't like any of them." But getting back to my point about you being an editor. We want you to find in the Riviera-Times the things that you'll enjoy. In order to find those things, you'll have to tell us about it. So put on your editorial thinking cap and start editing, will you? Rip us apart if we aren't giving you the paper you want. Of course, we won't shrink from a pat on the back if you want to tell us about the things you like, too. Let us know. After all, we are working for you, boss.

SHORT QUIRKS

Home Town Stuff Frederick, Okla. (UP)—The whole town listened in when Frederick's high school played Duncan Duncan in an away game. A loudspeaker connected by a leased telephone wire to the Duncan stadium gave home-town fans a play-by-play account of the game. All they had to do was sit in their cars in the downtown district and listen to the local Quarterbacks Club announcer. Money in Milk Bottles Memphis, Tenn. (UP)—John Simonton, manager of the Memphis Dairy Exchange estimates there are some $41,000 worth of milk bottles pinned away in basements and garages. "We've picked up $1,691.14 worth of milk bottles at the city dumps in about a year's time," Simonton said. "People just throw them away. E. C. Cwiklo Too Much Fort Wayne, Ind. (UP)—E. C. Cwiklo, an engineer, thinks he has about as much reason as anyone to have his name changed to something like Jones or Smith. In the last few years he has received mail with his name misspelled 81 different ways. Among the spellings have been E. C. Ccviklo. Edward Chicklo, C. W. Cwikla, E. C. Cquiklo, and E. C. Cwickie. Snappy Action Wasted Newport, N. H. (UP)—Less than 30 seconds after the burglar alarm at the First National Bank had sounded, the sheriff of the county and his two deputies had surrounded the building. The trio had been chatting just across the street. It proved to be a false alarm. "Cellini Cup" Sold New York, (UP)—An auction of the J. P. Morgan collection of old silver included a Renaissance gilded silver chalice, made in Augsburg in 1550, which sold for $7,500. The 12-inch-high chalice, traditionally known as the "Cellini Cup," is wrought with scenes, bird and leaf scrollings and masks.

In Our Mail

Editor, Riviera-Times: These few words will serve to congratulate you for your daily publication and to express our enthusiasm. With very best wishes, I remain Yours truly, PAUL GALASSO

OFF TO FLORIDA By Paulson

"Due to circumstances beyond our control, the company feels you should start your vacation as of NOW!"

She Says Here

A garlic lover who visited Fox's Restaurant in South Miami recently instructed Manager Charles May: "Put enough garlic in his frog leg sauce so I'll hate myself for the next three days" . . . just in case you're interested champagne comes in splits, pints, quarts, magnums and a two-quart size which has a name which has slipped our mind it's been so long since we've had one. Here's best wishes for lots of happiness to Ev Livesay and Dora Thomas who will say "I do" tomorrow in a Gainesville Hospital where Dora is recuperating from an auto mishap. . . . The line is moving over at the police inspection station again now that new stickers have been secured. They ran out at 8,000 which prompts us to comment that that would be a whale of a lot of good advertising if the stickers were more attractive. Let's not mix up on that bet next year. The Chamber of Commerce wrote to Winter Park the other day to ask about the little signs they have there designating a scenic route through the town. Winter Park wrote back and said while everybody liked the signs, some people liked them too well. Everybody was stealing them for souvenirs. So the Chamber has a similar plan in mind, only because of that advice they're going to revive the old arrows painted in the street plan. On holidays we'd like to have a job like Lee Neidlinger of the public health service. Because Tuesday was a holiday he got paid double—but also because it was a holiday there wasn't any business for Lee who inspects passengers coming into the country. And the fish were biting swell down there where he was. Society Editor Helen Reynolds, who made her radio debut on the Riviera-Times newscast the other day, got plenty of advice from her brother, A. L., to whom radiolog comes second nature. Nikki O'Conner, the Miracle Mile gal, has been up in Mount Dora taking a rest on doctor's orders . . . Malcolm and Betty MacDonald are off for St. Petersburg this week end to represent Reddy Kilowatt at the Florida Press Association convention . . . Ever since that clown on Hinky Pinky appeared folks have been stopping staff members to spring their latest creations on them . . . It was swell to see Sing Thiel at the Country Club buffet last night. Sing is recuperating from a serious operation, and looks good.

FROM A RIVIERA NOTEBOOK By Mary Helm Clarke THE CHURCH IN THE GARDEN

By Mary Helm Clarke THE CHURCH IN THE GARDEN The fiftieth anniversary of the founding of Plymouth Congregational Church in Coconut Grove has a double significance for this area. It marks fifty years of history in a locality hardly more than half a century removed from pioneering. It also reflects the same love of beauty, spirit of service and gracious charm that pervades in Coral Gables, for that spirit shone through the influence of the Reverend Solomon Greasley Merrick, second pastor of the Coconut Grove Church, known as "The Church in the Garden." George E. Merrick was only fifteen years old when his father became pastor of Plymouth Church. When George became of age, his father retired from the pastorate because of his health and went into "partnership" with his son to devote his attention to the citrus groves at "Guavonia," later known as Coral Gables Plantation. Those years, from 1901 to 1907, when the Reverend Merrick served the Church at Coconut Grove endeared the whole family to the little Parish, and when the present church was built, George Merrick secured the services of Felix Rebom, a skilled Spanish craftsman, to lay every stone in the church edifice. Clinton McKenzie was the architect of the "Church in the Garden," and the newcomer might well surmise that the church was an old Spanish monastery, such as those treasured in California and Texas. The antiqued, vine-covered walls and cloistered galleries surrounding a grassy patio are ageless in their art. But only the massive front door can lay claim to antiquity. It was brought in 1928 from an old monastery in the Pyrenees mountains and given a perfect setting as the entrance to Plymouth Church in Coconut Grove. The Reverend Merrick died in 1912—four years before "the Church in the Garden" was built in 1916-17—but it is safe to say that his artistry, his graciousness and his indomitable Faith are reflected in the design of the church which he nurtured in the days of its youth.

FOR YOUR REAL ESTATE NEEDS SEE LESLIE H. COOMBES REALTOR

2312 Ponce de Leon Blvd. Phone 4-2586

Country Club Members Dine 'En Patio'

NEWCOMERS to the Gables joined "old-timers" at a dinner party recently at the Country Club of Coral Gables. Left to right are Miss Frances Kendrick, Mr. and Mrs. H. D. Kerr, Jr., Virgin- ians who recently moved to their home at 6009 Granada Boulevard; Paul B. Crowley, Mrs. Crowley and R. W. Frazier. —Riviera-Times photo by Binner

Madeline Joan Shop to Feature Women's Apparel

The Madeline Joan Shop, new women's apparel store, will open tomorrow at 2614 Ponce de Leon Boulevard. Full stock of Fall coats, suits, dresses and sportswear will be on display and lingerie and beachwear will also be featured in the new shop. Although a newcomer to Coral Gables, owner Louis Radin has spent a lifetime in the business of appareling smart women. He formerly operated Fae's Theatrical Studio in New York City; the Garment Center, Inc., in Mount Vernon, N. Y., and Fae's Furs in Portchester. "The Madeline Joan Shop will emphasize moderate priced clothing for afternoon and sportswear and will cater especially to students attending the University of Miami," he said. Mrs. Radin will assist her husband in operating the shop.

Students Sponsor Dogpatch Dance

Will Daisy Mae catch Lil' Abner? Maybe so, maybe not. At any rate, you'll have a chance to find out Saturday night at the Coliseum. Beginning at 8 p.m., the student YW and YMCA of the University of Miami will sponsor a Sadie Hawkins dance. Each fraternity and sorority will submit candidates for a Lil' Abner and Daisy Mae contest in real Dogpatch style. Also included in the program is a greased pig race which promises to be as slick as the way in which Lil' Abner hopes to outfox Daisy Mae in the Sadie Hawkins race. For refreshments, there'll be hot dogs and cold drinks. Music for the dance will be furnished by the Phi Mu Alpha band. Proceeds from the dance will be used to send University of Miami candidates to the Olympics.

Rev. Hagler Speaks To Grove P.-T.A.

Members of the Coconut Grove Parent-Teachers Association will meet tonight at eight for a brief business session and to hear the Rev. Albert Dale Hagler, pastor of the Bryan Memorial Methodist Church. Mr. Hagler will be introduced by Mrs. N. J. Dignum, association president. He will discuss "Foundations for a Better Family Life" before the mothers and fathers gathered in the school auditorium. The Junior High Glee Club will present a musical program under the direction of Mrs. Maud Van Hook. Refreshments to follow the meeting will be prepared and served by room mothers of Mrs. Farise Fuller's second grade.

Home From Parley

Miss Elizabeth Ann Battetta, 4500 S. W. 14th St., will arrive home today from St. Petersburg where she has been attending the Dental Hygienists convention this week. During the convention, Miss Battetta visited a former classmate, Miss Virginia Foren of Clearwater, The two girls graduated in June from the University of Michigan.

Food for Thought

Ed Keagy stopped by one evening with a plump, plucked and neatly boxed fryer from his Sunset Drive ranch under one arm and a box of Aunt Jemima pancake flour under the other. "I'm going to tell you how to make the best darned fried chicken you ever ate," he announced. He did and it was. Parboil or steam the jointed chicken 10 minutes to make sure it's cooked through. Make a thin pancake batter from the prepared flour. Salt and pepper the pieces of chicken; dip them in the batter; drop immediately in a skillet of sizzling deep fat, and fry to golden brown. The crisp pancake crust raises while cooking, just as Mrs. Keagy predicted, making one fryer adequate to the appetites of a hungry family of four.

A Word to the Wives

By Julia Harum A few years ago, A. B. Mack operated a filling station in town and for the convenience of feminine customers, used to bring eight or ten dozen fresh yard eggs in each morning from his Palmetto Drive poultry farm. One March afternoon Dr. Art Weiland, Dr. T. L. Fitz-Gibbon, Charlie Ulsan, Johnny Lamb and several other "Cabanias Club" members strolled into the station to swap new hunting and fishing stories and enlarge on a couple of old ones. The five o'clock rush claimed A.B.'s attention so when a distinguished looking dowager requested "two dozen of those nice fresh eggs" members of the "club" volunteered to handle the transaction. The eggs, neatly sacked, were handed over. Ten minutes later the telephone rang and an indignant feminine voice blasted Mack's eardrum. "Such an outrage . . . the Mayor's going to hear of this . . . you should be run out of town . . . downright fraud . . . some are dried eggs: I mean RIGHT NOW!" Crash of the receiver ended the tirade. A. B. turned from the phone to find the station deserted. Bewildered, he went over to the basket and picked up an egg. He looked closer. He picked up another. And another. 'Well, I'll be durned!" he muttered. Neatly penciled on each one were the words "Collected Jan. 23rd." * * * UNMENTIONABLES—A men's wear house is promoting a line of masculine underdrawers under the trade name "Antsy Pants." The wittle wascals. * * * TROPIC TREASURE—For South Florida bookshelf should be without "Fifty Tropical Fruits of Nassau" by Kendal and Julia Morton. Arrow icy stares chose Nassau for their Big Fruit Hunt, all the minutely described and beautifully photographed specimens grow in lavish abundance here in the Gables. While Kendal was aiming his camera and tracking down scientific names, Julia busied herself collecting legends and native uses for the exotic crops. Between the covers are the stories of the breadfruit, introduced to the West Indies by the notorious Captain Bligh; the canistel with its egg-like pulp; the cashew apple whose juicy fruit is as popular in the Bahamas as the roasted nuts the folks all know; dozens of the noons; and the "Carica-bananadweis" which result when cantaloupes, banana melons and honeydews become too neighborly in the garden. The book makes an ideal gift for newcomers to the semi-tropics. Text House, here in the Gables, is publisher. * * * OVERHEARD—A bevy of Vassar girls en route to Princeton for a football game was overheard discussing the stopover between trains in New York City. "After lunch at the Biltmore, I was in the mood for a pick-me-up," related one sweet young thing in an exhausted drawl. "One never orders Creme de Menthe after luncheon, you know, so I had to be satisfied with a Manhattan." * * * PERFECT HOSTESS—A weight-conscious woman demurred when Mrs. Harold G. Robinson passed a tray of luscious, calory-packed Canapes recently. "Oh, I really shouldn't," said the guest. "Don't worry your pretty head," soothed Wifia. "I chopped up a reducing pill in each one."

JUST BETWEEN US Don't Sink into Doldrums, Fly into Rage Just Because Best Beau Calls Other Gals

By Nancy Mottram NANCY Many times you're confused about the actions of the light of your life. Things he does just don't seem to make sense to you. If he says something that throws you into doldrums, you're content to be blue, and let your resentment smolder, instead of thinking it through. Winding up with the thought that you'll just never understand the other sex, you settle for a chip on your shoulder. And more often than not, he can't understand why you act so cool. He can't see where anything is wrong. Without giving it any lengthy thought, he's caused your anger. And he is puzzled when you speak to him with icicles hanging on each syllable. When you are seriously hurt, instead of nursing the grudge till it gets way out of proportion, did you ever think to analyze it? Did you ever sit down and try to understand why he might have unknowingly bothered you? If even that doesn't work, why not ask him simply, and to the point, for an explanation? A lot of woe can be averted by getting the story straight before a budding annoyance becomes a full-fledged fury. Don't Imagine Things You've heard that he called another girl the other night, and right away, all sorts of thoughts pop into your imagination. If you dwell on it, and brood for a time, you'll have it all settled with yourself that he's brushing you off, and this is the end. Before you confuse yourself and throw up your hands in all directions, or call your 12 best friends to tell your tale, why not think about it calmly? There are a number of reasons for his telephone call—anything from a missed assignment to a request for her brother's college address. Until you find out definitely, there's no cause to gnash your teeth and blot out his name on your history book. Wait before you jump to conclusions. Many people are naturally sensitive, and look for motives and meanings in someone's attitude, and be unhappy without actual reason. It's better to look at your problem from all angles and consider it carefully before beginning to plot and plan. If you do think that there's something to be concerned about, without being abrupt and belligerent, ask for an explanation. It's the easiest and quickest way to get to the core of the difficulty. Then there is no waiting and worrying suspense. Try to spend a few moments and think it out first. In the long run, you can avert sad consequences if you look for an explanation of his actions instead of a condemnation.