Coral Gables Riviera-Times

CORAL GABLES Riviera Times

Published Monday through Friday afternoons by the Riviera Publishing Company, 222 Aragon Avenue, Coral Gables 34, Fla. Established as a weekly newspaper January, 1926; combined with the Dade County & Coconut Grove Times, 1929. Published daily except Saturday and Sunday. MEMBER OF THE NATIONAL EDITORIAL ASSOCIATION and Florida Press Association. Albert E. Harum, Editor and Publisher; Kenneth S. Reynolds, Business Manager; James B. Moore, Managing Editor; Rolph Fairchild, Society Editor; Edward W. Wright, Circulation Manager. Theis & Simpson, New York-Chicago-Atlanta-Detroit National Advertising Representatives MEMBER AUDIT BUREAU OF CIRCULATIONS FLORIDA FIRST DISTRICT PRESS ASSOCIATION NATIONAL EDITORIAL Association 1947 Active Member RIVIERA - 36 SUBSCRIPTION RATES-Six months, $6.00; One year, outside of United States $16.00; local, $12.00; one year, out-of-town, $12.00; daily delivery by car- rier, 25 cents per week. Entered as Second Class Matter May 21, 1926, at the Post Office at Miami, Fla., under the Act of March 3, 1897. Post Office Box 7097, Coral Gables 34, Florida. Phone 4-1654. Classified Dept., 48-2641. The Coral Gables Riviera-Times is liable for errors in advertising only to the extent of the space in which the advertisement appears.

Good Move

An unwise practice that has existed since 1937 was eliminated last night by action of the city commission. From now on, as the action was in the form of an emergency ordinance, anyone wishing to appeal a decision of the Zoning Board must file an official notice 10 days prior to the time he intends to appear before the commission. After the notice is filed, the City Clerk must notify all property owners concerned, tell them of the pending appeal and advise them that they will also have a right to appear when the case is heard. Too many times in the past, the city commission has over-ruled the Zoning Board because some individual has appeared, without prior notice, and presented that city officials that he was right. The practice was not fair because the commission heard only one side of the case. Other property owners concerned were not notified, and had no voice in the matter when it was brought to the attention of the city fathers. Last night four different groups of citizens were present at the city commission meeting to protest just such actions. In each instance the commission had over-ruled the Zoning Board after hearing one side of the case. The citizens' were indignant, and they had every right to be. Fortunately, our city fathers saw the error in their ways and took immediate action to correct it. The new procedure should eliminate such difficulties and misunderstandings in the future. It should also go a long way to help uphold the high standards of zoning that are essential to the preservation of the character of the community.

Call of the Wild

Ladies Play Dealer's Choice By Betty Tomes Riviera-Times Staff Writer The game was seven card stud with deuces, treys, one-eyed Jacks, one-eyed Kings and the low hole card wild. An extra card for threes, and a four-up and you're out. Confusing, but amusing, eh? That's the kind of games that are played when the ladies get together for an evening of Poker. Because the lord and master (here there'll be a slight pause for a sneear) thinks that the little woman (namely, me) should have a change of scenery, I am actually forced to spend an evening with the "girls" occasionally. Little does he know how I'd enjoy sitting home looking at the four walls. He's never had to endure the torture that some innocent looking, wide-eyed females can inflict. The first time I got inveigled into one of these seemingly harmless games I was told that we'd just play for fun. No one particularly approved of gambling, so we agreed to play for very small stakes, a quarter of a cent per chip, with a limit of ten cent and no more than three raises. I got cleaned. Harmless, Hm... Dring on the Food! There was much fuss getting set up, and more fuss after we got set up, for after chips and ash trays were placed, huge dishes of candies, nuts, potato chips and pretzels were brought on, to say nothing of tall glasses of fruit ade. Have you ever tried to shuffle and deal a deck of cards under such confusing circumstances? It wasn't uncommon to have to dig a chip or two out of the pretzel dish. The aggravating part of the whole affair is that we all needed those goodies like we needed another ears. There wasn't a waist line in the group that could stand the wear and tear. Here They Come! But now-on with the game! Have I told you- this was Dealer's Choice. The first little girl, who confidently announced that she was playing Pistol Pete. I have yet to discover the point of that game. Poker ware so many wild cards that it kept me busy trying to find out who had what that wasn't. Wild, that is-Harmless, Hm. . . . Then we played another fascinating game-I believe it was called Dynamite. Everyone got three cards, one of which was discarded, then you played the two cards that remained in your hand. This, mistakenly, was a high-low game. I never did actually find out what I held, except that it always seemed to be in the middle. Next we had a hand called Detroit-one, which, like the rest, wasn't even closely related to Poker. The dealer just kept dealing out cards until someone got four of a kind. This too, was a high-low calamity. Then Came Her Turn My turn to deal was dangerously close. I broke out in a cold sweat; for I knew if I called anything like stud or draw they'd all think I was an alien. If a game was called that had less than three wild cards there'd be much wailing, moaning and gnashing of teeth. But I got a few minutes repreive. A halt was called so that the various dishes and glasses could be refilled. While all of this was going on, there was much counting of winnings and losses, much squealing from the winners and much complaining from the losers. I didn't join the losers on the mourner's bench, but instead put the criminal side of my brain to work. I'd fix this group of female thieves. Harmless, Hm. . . . The game was finally resumed, and I calmly picked up the cards just as though I knew what I was doing, and announced that I was going to play Your Guess is as Good As Mine. Seven card stud, everything wild but the split-whiskered kings-high, low and medium. (Haven't I a nasty streak?) They loved it! Wouldn't you know? I am now a member in high standing of the Girl's Poker Club. I spend three-quarters of each week trying to work myself into a tizzy, so that I'll have a hair-raising, rip-snortin' headache each Tuesday evening.

OUR TOWN

Crystal Ball Time -By Al Harum- It's almost time to be digging that crystal ball out of the catch-all closet and doing a little polishing job on it. The horses'll be here soon. It seems to be the consensus that it is impossible to pick winners of races when the principals are not available for inspec- tion. It is for that reason that most of us down in these parts make selections only when the local tracks are open. This inspection business should really be coupled with the use of the crystal ball in order to make a AL HARUM wholly satisfactory selection of a winner. What the jockey had for breakfast and how much money the owner is placing on his pet's nose also are important factors. And we should inspect the track! Is the track muddy, slow or fast? And how many times has the gosh darned animal been in the money this year-that's an important question. We mustn't forget, too, the length of the race. And the jockey, and the track, and his record, and the owner, and has he been in the money. . . and gosh where is my cry- stal ball? And that isn't all brother, so don't go away. A couple of friends have a program all marked up. And I saw a fellow buy a $500 ticket on No. 6. And a fellow who works on the track picked a few for me. And I always bet grays. And if I lose I al- ways bet twice as much on the next and the next and the next race 'til I win. And the maid had a dream about No. 4 but 7's my lucky number. Have you a pin so I can punch my program-that's a good way, too. And the bartender owns a horse in the next race. Says he's "ready," too. But he doesn't "look" good, and he hasn't ever run this long a race, and he's a mud- der on a dry track, and I don't like the jockey, and he hasn't won too many, and my maid didn't dream his number. But I think he's "due" so here goes my last two bucks! I saw it in the crystal ball!

HOLLYWOOD FILM SHOP

By PATRICIA CLARY United Press Staff Correspondent HOLLYWOOD (UP)-Daisy, the nation's richest dog, was guarded today against kid- napers. The guards-two police dogs-patrolled back and forth in front of the flame-proofed, plush-lined kennel where snoozed the pooch who earns more in a year than 99 per cent of Americans do. Renfre Renfro, who owns this four-legged gold mine, hasn't let it out of sight in 10 years. When Mr. and Mrs. Renfro go to the movies they buy a third seat between them for Daisy. "He likes Lassie pictures," Renfro report- ed. When they go to a no-dogs-allowed resta- rant, they eat in shifts so someone can stay outside with Daisy. Maybe once a year they get a night out alone. Then they hire a reliable dog-sitter. $70,000 a Picture You can't blame Renfro for being careful. Daisy gets $70,000 for working in a picture like Columbia's current "Blondie's Anni- versary." It netted Renfro half a million dollars during the life of the "Blondie" ser- ies. And Daisy looks good for at least four more years of stardom. Daisy's dough has brought an avaricious look to other canine eyes. Renfro reveals that a few months ago a note threatening to dognap Daisy gave him the scare of his life. Now when Daisy roams the tree-studded lawns of Renfro's San Fernando Valley ranch two K-9 corps veterans pace behind him. Daisy is fed only on grade A beef, liver and milk. He wears a hand-tooled leather collar. When he's working he wears make-up -honest, black spots applied with a tooth- brush. Off screen he's all white. Wears False Teeth The big secret in Daisy's life is that he wears a bridge. Three years ago Daisy's lower front teeth started to loosen. They were pulled by a Beverly Hills dentist who built teeth for all the movie stars. Since the holes showed up in Daisy's smil- ing and sneering closeups, Renfro had to have a bridge fitted to Daisy's lower jaw. "It makes things very embarrassing for Daisy," Renfro said. "Now he barks with a lisp." Renfro took the canine version of the mint out of a Hollywood pet shop window for just $3. "Daisy gave me a look that pulled me right into the shop," Renfro recalled. "He just sat on his haunches and stared. I tell you, it was a look that even Rita Hayworth couldn't muster." Rough on Rats Oklahoma City (UP)-Gov. Roy J. Turn- er has asked Oklahoma farm youths to de- clare war on rats. Declaring a rat can eat $5 worth of grain a year without half trying, the governor said that by rubbing out thous- ands of the rodents, the Sooner State could make a big contribution to the national food- saving program.

BACK HOME AGAIN By Ed Dodd

11-19 WHOSE TOM-BOY?

OFF ON A WHIM

Duff Hopkins had to call the fire department the other day when the meat in the oven started to burn ... and at these prices, it was quite a loss. . . Larry Larson was named "The Model Lion" in the club bulletin this week ... Harry Morgenthaler was present at commission meeting last night to hear himself appointed to the Sports Commis- sion ... The first thing the commissioners did when the meeting was over was to telephone to find out how the city primary over in Miami came out. Guess they were interested in who they are going to have to get along with in that city ... Harry Amidon has done a swell new paint job on the Ponce de Leon High School Band's bass drum ... Incidentally, that band sure needs some new trousers. Harry Rath tells us that the present ones are war-time ma- terials and not even the shade they ordered. The Lions have already given $100 towards the fund. John Barclay is a lone coffee drinker these days since the Riviera-Times coffee klatch was disbanded . . . Lee Geck wrote the poem immortalizing his father's faith in in-law. One paragraph of that letter seems appropriate for sometime today. Now comes the problem of distribution. They're not Annie Oaklies, and whoever gets them must pay for them ... J. L. Lewis, manager of the Solana Hotel, sent in an unsolicited $100 check to the Youth Center yesterday. Paul Brinson and Paul, Jr., will leave today for the west coast and a hunting trip. "I just want to get away from my telephone for a while," the elder Brinson com- mented. We know what he means ... A woman walked into the office of a local business man with a tale of woe recently. Seems as though she was flooded out of her home west of here and movea into the Antilla Hotel. Trouble was, she didn't have enough money to pay her hotel bill. The local man picked up the phone, verified the story with the hotel, and gave her a check. The woman told him that someone had recommended that she see him as he was "a nice man." He sure was.

RIVIERA NOTEBOOK By Mary Helm Clarke A GOOD DEAL OF WORK

Mrs. Howard Anderson has a copy of a letter written by George E. Merrick, on his 21st birthday, to her father- in-law. One paragraph of that letter seems appropriate for Progress Week 40 years later. Speaking of happy days in New England, George con- tinues: "It seems quite a long time since then. There is a great difference between farms here and your farms. This is a very rough country and it takes a great deal of toil to make much of a showing. We have 35 acres of citrus fruit, most of which will be in bearing within a year or two, and it keeps us very busy with it, and the acreage we put yearly to winter truck. We shipped about 6000 cts of tomatoes, egg plant, pepper, and oranges and grapefruit to the northern markets this last year-WHICH MEANS A GOOD DEAL OF WORK." It must have been about this time that George Mer- rick wrote the poem immortalizing his father's faith in ultimate success, which he called "WHEN THE GROVES BEGIN TO BEAR." One stanza describes the above routine as follows: "In the days when all was labor, From the morn past evening's sun; Not the time to even 'neighbor'; Not an hour for any fun- 'But we will,' my father says, When the groves begin to bear." Five years later the young derrick who wrote the letter was in New York City, studying law and writing poetry. Then he received the news of his father's death, and came back to Coral Gables Plantation. There was still a good deal of work to do. The citrus groves had been bearing for several years, and now the fruit was so abundant, garden shipments were giving way to car loads of citrus fruit. It was a great day, one Novem- ber 20th, when there was enough of a market and sufficient crop to risk a whole carload of grapefruit-the first such shipment ever sent from Florida. The groves had begun to bear. Prosperity was around the corner, but there was still an ever-increasing amount of toil. There was a great deal of work to come-the mak- ing of a city.

Sulfa Used on Lepers

New York (UP)-Dr. R. C. Williams, assistant surgeon general of the United States and chief of the bureau of medical services, said here that sulfa drugs had been used with some success in the treatment of leprosy. Speaking at a meeting of the American Mission to Lepers, the physician said beneficial results had been noted in the use of the drugs over a period of five years. He said leprosy cases in the United States were estimated at from 1,500 to 3,000.

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WILLING WALLFLOWERS-The Maurice H. Con- nells (left) and the Inman Padgetts were snapped by the cameraman as they rested between dances re- cently at a Riviera Country Club cocktail soiree. Both couples are charter members of the golfing rendez- vous. -Riviera-Times Photo by Binnes

ART TEACHERS DISPLAY XMAS GIFT IDEAS

"The teachers will teach the teachers what to teach." Mrs. Bertha Webb wasn't trying to introduce a new Peter-Piper- picked-a-peck tongue twister when she said that. The principal of the Coral Ga- bles Elementary School was mere- ly explaining what would happen on Friday afternoon when her school plays host to the Associa- tion for Childhood Education. "Talented art and crafts in- structors from Dade County Schools will set up a Christmas workshop to exhibit holiday gifts, greeting cards and trinkets simple enough to be made by school chil- dren," Mrs. Webb said. Hand painted or crayoned Yule- tide cards, Santas contrived of red and white oil cloth, cellophane tree ornaments and a host of novel Christmas gift ideas will be dis- played in the exhibition to be held in the school cafeteria under supervision of Miss Elizabeth Wiley, chairman of the A.C.E. Creators of the articles will be on hand to instruct their fellow classroom teachers in step-by-step methods of fashioning the objects, which they in turn will pass on to their students. Close to 300 faculty members are expected to attend the brief meeting in the auditorium and the demonstration which follows. Later Mrs. Paul H. Brinson and members of the Parent-Teachers Association Executive Board will be hosts to the visiting school- mar'ms at tea in the patio. Mrs. George H. Roerig, in charge of the tea tables, will be assisted by Mrs. Brinson, Mrs. Warren Gilbert, Mrs. James A. Henderson, and Mrs. Backus and Mrs. Jackson from the school staff.

Alpha Delta Pi Organizes New Mother's Group

Mrs. John C. Sullivan, 1101 Castile, Palmetto, will open her home at 8 p.m. Tuesday for the organization meeting of the Al- pha Delta Pi Mothers' Club. Al- pha Delta Pi Alumnae Associa- tion members will be hostesses. Mrs. George Hill, co-chairman for Mrs. H. L. Gregory, president of the alumnae. Mrs. Warren W. Sullivan will speak on the pur- pose of the proposed organiza- tion and the usefulness of such a group to the chapter at the Uni- versity of Miami, to the national organization and to the local com- munity. Following the meeting Mrs. W. B. Inman, Jr., will have charge of the social hour. Both Mrs. Sullivan and Mrs. Quillian are mothers of Alpha Del- ta Pi girls. Miss Ruth Sullivan attends Brenau College, Gaines- ville, Ga. Miss Harriet Quillian is a pledge at Duke University, Dur- ham, N. C.

The Graham Trippcs Visit Kin Here

Arriving this week for a short visit, Mr. and Mrs. Graham Trippe, from Evanston, Ill., are guests at the Antilla hotel. While here, they will visit Mr. Trippe's mother, Mrs. P. E. Trippe, 1109 Avenue Almeria. They will also visit the Rich- ard Trippcs, 438 Avenue Minor- ca, and Mr. Trippe's sister, Mrs. Trippe Whitaker. The guests will be here through Thanksgiving.

Collecting Elephants

Members and friends of mem- bers of the Wesley Fellowship Class, Coral Gables First Metho- dist Church, today were asked for donations of "white elephants" or other gifts for the Dec. 4th Christmas Bazaar to be sponsored by the group.

Play Bridge

An evening of bridge has been planned by the Karl Madsens for tonight. Mr. and Mrs. Verne Royce will complete the four- some when they gather at the Madsen home at 2311 S. W. 7th St., at 8 p. m.

THE BRIDE'S COOK BOOK Heirloom Recipes Inspire Pieces de Resistance at Caldwell and Webb Homes

BY GRACE STONE HALL Happy is the bride in her rainbow-round-the-door kitch- en when food traditions have been handed down in her family. Just such a bride is Mrs. James R. Caldwell of 5500 S. W. Fifth Terrace. The former Mildred Barrios brought to her marriage a heritage of south- ern cookery from New Orleans fore- bears and food finesse inherited from French ancestors. "Somehow, I felt more at ease trying some of the difficult dishes that have been family standbys," she acknowledges. Like Shrimp Creole New Or- leans, for instance: Simmer one-quarter of a green pepper, chopped, with one chopped onion in bacon grease until half cooked. Add one can tomato sauce, juice of a lemon, one teaspoon Worcestershire and Perrins Sauce, salt and pepper to taste. Cook slowly for 30 minutes, then add to this one pound of raw peeled shrimp and cook ten minutes longer. Thicken with a little cornstarch and water, add a few slices of thinly sliced lemon and cook for a few minutes. Serve with steamed rice. Variety in everyday foods is a fetish with Mrs. Cald- well. "To find a different way to serve potatoes is very often a problem to me, so I like this way: "Peel yams or sweet potatoes and cook until done. Drain water and mash with butter and a little milk until creamy. Stir in chopped nuts. Cook in deep, heat-resistant dish and cover potatoes with marshmallows. Bake in hot oven until marshmallows are brown and just starting to melt." Mrs. Caldwell Quite in the manner of old-fashioned "receipts" from famed cook books of Savannah, Ga., is Mrs. R. Fulton Webb's way of preparing crab meat stew. As Mr. Webb's family lived in Savannah and he was "raised" and lived there until he came to Coral Gables, it's high art of cooking attained when Mrs. Webb serves the crab meat stew made from the re- cipe long used by her husband's family. Carefully tested is this recipe which Mrs. Webb gives today for our Riviera-Times Bride's Cook Book. Here's the interesting formula: Melt two level tablespoons of butter, blend in two level tablespoons of flour. Add two cups of hot milk slowly and heat thor- oughly, stirring all the time. Add salt and pepper to taste, put in one and one-half cups crabmeat (claw meat pre- ferred) and heat thoroughly. Stir gently while it's heating so's not to break up the meat. Place two tablespoons sherry, one tablespoon lime juice and one tablespoon Worcester- shire sauce in tureen. Pour stew into tureen, stirring as you pour to make perfect blending of all ingredients. This makes two generous servings. With the stew Mrs. Webb combines a crispy green salad and light dessert. And there, my dears, you have a per- fect Savannah delicacy in a perfect Coral Gables setting- the Webb home at 3825 Toledo Drive.

JUST BETWEEN US Girl Gets Dating Ultimatum; Can't Decide Which of Two Boys She Likes Best

BY NANCY MOTTRAM "Dear Nancy: I don't know what to do. I've been going with two boys, and so far haven't preferred one to the other. I thought things were moving very smoothly until one blew up one evening and announced to me that he wasn't going to play second fiddle any more, and I'd have to make a choice. When the other one heard about it, he got mad, too, and said that I'd have to choose between them. No matter who I take the one who loses will dislike me, and I think a lot of them both. What shall I do?" You are in a spot. You can tell each one separately that it's impossible to make a choice and run the risk of having their pride hurt. Or you can go on the offensive yourself, and say that you want to be fair, and if they insist on that condition, you'll stop dating both of them. Concentrate on someone entirely different, and watch how fast all that stubborn- ness of theirs disappears. "Dear Nancy: I've just moved into town, and so far I haven't met very many people. Especially not many girls. In fact, a lot of the female sex, but where does one meet them and get to know them?" In your classes, there are lots of girls who would be nice to know and eventually to date. You don't have to worry about being too forward-it's only natural to speak to the girls you meet day after day in the classrooms. Once you've established friendly relations, you might walk home the same way, and call them. Don't be too persistent. Let it build up over a period of time. If you rush things, you're likely to create the wrong impression. Ask the boys you meet over to your home, and as you begin to move in a crowd, they'll introduce you to others.