The Golden Honeymoon | Page 2

Washington and I could of borrowed from the
United States Treasury. I would of pretended I was an Englishman."
Mother caught the point and laughed heartily.
Our train pulled out of Washington at 9.40 P.M. and Mother and I
turned in early, I taking the upper. During the night we passed through
the green fields of old Virginia, though it was too dark to tell if they
was green or what color. When we got up in the morning, we was at
Fayetteville, North Carolina. We had breakfast in the dining car and
after breakfast I got in conversation with the man in the next
compartment to ours. He was from Lebanon, New Hampshire, and a
man about eighty years of age. His wife was with him, and two
unmarried daughters and I made the remark that I should think the four
of them would be crowded in one compartment, but he said they had
made the trip every winter for fifteen years and knowed how to keep
out of each other's way. He said they was bound for Tarpon Springs.
We reached Charleston, South Carolina, at 12.50 P.M. and arrived at
Savannah, Georgia, at 4.20. We reached Jacksonville, Florida, at 8.45
P.M. and had an hour and a quarter to lay over there, but Mother made
a fuss about me getting off the train, so we had the darky make up our
berths and retired before we left Jacksonville. I didn't sleep good as the
train done a lot of hemming and hawing, and Mother never sleeps good
on a train as she says she is always worrying that I will fall out. She

says she would rather have the upper herself, as then she would not
have to worry about me, but I tell her I can't take the risk of having it
get out that I allowed my wife to sleep in an upper berth. It would make
talk.
We was up in the morning in time to see our friends from New
Hampshire get off at Tarpon Springs, which we reached at 6.53 A.M.
Several of our fellow passengers got off at Clearwater and some at
Belleair, where the train backs right up to the door of the mammoth
hotel. Belleair is the winter headquarters for the golf dudes and
everybody that got off there had their bag of sticks, as many as ten and
twelve in a bag. Women and all. When I was a young man we called it
shinny and only needed one club to play with and about one game of it
would of been a-plenty for some of these dudes, the way we played it.
The train pulled into St. Petersburg at 8.20 and when we got off the
train you would think they was a riot, what with all the darkies barking
for the different hotels.
I said to Mother, I said:
"It is a good thing we have got a place picked out to go to and don't
have to choose a hotel, as it would be hard to choose amongst them if
every one of them is the best."
She laughed.
We found a jitney and I give him the address of the room my
son-in-law had got for us and soon we was there and introduced
ourselves to the lady that owns the house, a young widow about
forty-eight years of age. She showed us our room, which was light and
airy with a comfortable bed and bureau and washstand. It was twelve
dollars a week, but the location was good, only three blocks from
Williams Park.
St. Pete is what folks calls the town, though they also call it the
Sunshine City, as they claim they's no other place in the country where

they's fewer days when Old Sol don't smile down on Mother Earth, and
one of the newspapers gives away all their copies free every day when
the sun don't shine. They claim to of only give them away some
sixty-odd times in the last eleven years. Another nickname they have
got for the town is "the Poor Man's Palm Beach," but I guess they's
men that comes there that could borrow as much from the bank as some
of the Willie boys over to the other Palm Beach.
During our stay we paid a visit to the Lewis Tent City, which is the
headquarters for the Tin Can Tourists. But maybe you ain't heard about
them. Well, they are an organization that takes their vacation trips by
auto and carries everything with them. That is, they bring along their
tents to sleep in and cook in and they don't patronize no hotels or
cafeterias, but they have got to be bona fide auto campers or they can't
belong to the organization.
They tell me they's