Title:
The Flaming Sword
Accession#:
2006.08.29
Pubication Date:
1921/08
Object ID:
PA—0236
Collection:
Flaming Sword
Additional Notes & Full Text:
Current Events in Our Community Life
BY D. J. RICHARDS
August 1921
ESTERO ISLAND has become the wonder place of Lee County since it has been connected to thu mainland by a bridge across Matanzas Pass. The island shore is formed like a crescent and is now known as Crescent Beach, and by all odds the most attractive of any in the state. It is within an hour's ride from Fort Myers, and has already proven an oasis to this fair city, judging from the number of cars that make the trip daily, particularly on Sundays. Recently a party from the Unity motored to Crescent Beach, and on their way home passed 68 cars from the beach to McGregor Boulevard, a distance of only three mrtes. This by way of illustration describes its popularity.
Estero Island is about seven miles long, and its lovely beach is a veritable paradise to automobile enthusiasts. It takes an exceptionally high tide to prevent driving on the beach its entire length at any time; so between the wonderful facilities for speeding back and forth, along with the surf bathing in the gulf waters, it is not to, be wondered that Crescent Beach has become the most talked of place on thewest coast of Florida.
We recently had the pleasure of seeing the island from several angles. Our boat, "The Estero," with. about 40 people aboard, left early one Sunday morning with the intention of going around the island and coming back to Carlos Point for our noon lunch. It was to be a nonstop ride, but after going about nine miles engine trouble developed, necessitating tying up at Winkler's dock.
We discovered that the engine would have to be partially dismantled to get at the trouble, and as this would take hours, we walked across the island to the gulf side; we had no more than arrived before we saw a car speeding down the beach, and as it drew near we saw it belonged to our loyal friends, the Campbells. This was luck indeed, and we were soon speeding up the beach, enjoying the exhilarating gulf breeze and Dame Nature's perfect speedway. So what seemed a misfortune turned out to be a veritable treat, as all aboard "The Estero," with few exceptions, enjoyed this privilege.
We had read a great deal about the developments that were going on at Crescent Beach, but now saw for the first time what was really taking place, due to the energies of Capt. Jack DeLysle. Like the fable of the early bird, DeLysle surely seized his opportunities while others were dreaming; for what we saw was a "Coney Island of mushroom growth," with a dancingpavilion, bath houses, buildings in which refreshments were served, and a number of others in course of construction. We were informed that all this, however, was but temporary; that the proprietor contemplates erecting a large building over the water, and that a pier would soon be built out to deep water to accommodate goodsized vessels. This means the greater part of a mile, judging from the distance bathers could wade out from shore. We have since learned that Captain DeLysle has bought two large seagoing vessels from the Government, so the above will no doubt be realized in the not far distant future.
We were attracted to the following headlines in the Fort Myers Press of August 1: "He'd Charter a Train and Bring His Friends Here if He Had Time." The above is credited to Mr. Earnest Harvey, a prominent manufacturer with offices at 40 West 42d Street, New York City. He comments as follows: "The Gulf of Mexico has Long Island Sound beat to death as a good place in which to bathe, and Long Beach and Far Rockaway and all the other Atlantic Ocean resorts near New York have to take a back seat to Crescent Beach, which bids fair to be another Atlantic City." , , „.
Property on the island is now practically sellingby the foot for what it could be bought by the acre a few years ago; moderate size lots are now being sold for three thousand dollars. Estero Island is but in the infancy of its development, and if we can judge the future from the present we may look for great things.
After spending five delightful hours at Crescent Beach, and with our engine in good condition again, we resumed our trip around the island, coming back on the gulf side. The draw bridge across Matanzas Pass is over 700 feet in length; nine cars filled to capacity were held up waiting for our boat to pass. By the time we had gone around opposite DeLysle's place, the beach seemed lined with hundreds of cars, many of them speeding up and down. It was a most interesting sight. Arriving at Carlos Point at sundown, our Captain, Brother George Hunt, allowed half an hour for a dip in the surf; this gave him time to get through the "stakes" and into the river before it got too dark, and home was reached in good season and everybody was happy. To paraphrase Thos. A. Edison: "There is only one Crescent Beach and ninety million people are going to find it out."
The moving picture machine is filling a longfelt want as an entertainment in the life of the Unity. Several reels have been exhibited since our last issue, among them, "The Horses of War," of Uncle Sam's army; one marvels at the wonderful cavalry maintained in time of peace, preparatory to war; reels of Mesa Verde, National Park, and one devoted to agricultural pursuits. Sometimes we fail to make the right connection with houses that make it a business to supply reels at a given date. Saturday evening,
July 30, was just such an occasion, and a large audience from the neighborhood would have been sadly disappointed were it not for the efforts of Miss Boomer, who at the last minute arranged with the Arcade Theatre of Fort Myers for five reels and went up after them. The offering was "Maggie Pepper," with Ethel Clayton as the star.
The K. II. Orchestra, though somewhat reduced at present in the number of players, gave an excellent concert Saturday evening, July 23. Particularly pleasing was the group of piano selections by Prof. Schoedler, which were as follows: "Birds," Grieg; "Spring Song," also by Grieg, and Galop "Queen of the Fairies," Smith; responding to an encore he gave "Pure as Snow."
Mr. Samuel Armour of Tampa, Fla., was a recent visitor to the Unity.
Sister Abbie McCready, after six weeks' vacation with her daughters in Chicago and Peoria, 111., and Tampa, Fla., returned to the Unity quite recuperated by the outing.
It grieves us very much to record the passing out of one of the noblest souls it has ever been our privilege to know, that of Sister Virginia H. Andrews. The end came peacefully in the early morning of August 3, after an illness of four months. She has been a tower of strength in the Koreshan movement, and one of its earliest pioneers, coming with her family into united life at No. 2 College Place, Chicago, 111., in Nov., 1888. She was Secretary .of the Society ArchTriumphant for about thirtyone years, at which post she was devotion itself, and her passing will undoubtedly be felt by its many members. Her faith in the ultimate triumph of KORESH, for which she gave so many years of her life, was unflinching. Her character was most exemplary and we never came into her presence but that we felt elevated in thought.
We would be depriving our readers of a classic did we not include the tribute of her son, Brother Alien H. Andrews, printed in the editorial columns of The American Eagle of August 4:
A Faded Flower in Life's Garden
Like a drooping flower that has shed its fragrance and radiance to brighten the pathway for a little season and folds its petals with night's lengthening shadows, so she sank peacefully into that dreamless slumber from which there is no awakening, and I am left here thinking,—thinking how idle are mere words; how futile to portray the stern realization of a place made vacant that never can be filled. I
Gentle she was, but a tower of strength withal; cheerful and hopeful even in adversity. Thinking never of self, she lived to make others happy; appreciative of every little kindness; a true friend and counselor,—in short, the finest woman in all the world.
Of all the pictures that hang upon memory's wall, the sweetest is that of one whose unstinted devotion and selfsacrifice a lifetime of gratitude can never repay,—My Mother.
BY D. J. RICHARDS
August 1921
ESTERO ISLAND has become the wonder place of Lee County since it has been connected to thu mainland by a bridge across Matanzas Pass. The island shore is formed like a crescent and is now known as Crescent Beach, and by all odds the most attractive of any in the state. It is within an hour's ride from Fort Myers, and has already proven an oasis to this fair city, judging from the number of cars that make the trip daily, particularly on Sundays. Recently a party from the Unity motored to Crescent Beach, and on their way home passed 68 cars from the beach to McGregor Boulevard, a distance of only three mrtes. This by way of illustration describes its popularity.
Estero Island is about seven miles long, and its lovely beach is a veritable paradise to automobile enthusiasts. It takes an exceptionally high tide to prevent driving on the beach its entire length at any time; so between the wonderful facilities for speeding back and forth, along with the surf bathing in the gulf waters, it is not to, be wondered that Crescent Beach has become the most talked of place on thewest coast of Florida.
We recently had the pleasure of seeing the island from several angles. Our boat, "The Estero," with. about 40 people aboard, left early one Sunday morning with the intention of going around the island and coming back to Carlos Point for our noon lunch. It was to be a nonstop ride, but after going about nine miles engine trouble developed, necessitating tying up at Winkler's dock.
We discovered that the engine would have to be partially dismantled to get at the trouble, and as this would take hours, we walked across the island to the gulf side; we had no more than arrived before we saw a car speeding down the beach, and as it drew near we saw it belonged to our loyal friends, the Campbells. This was luck indeed, and we were soon speeding up the beach, enjoying the exhilarating gulf breeze and Dame Nature's perfect speedway. So what seemed a misfortune turned out to be a veritable treat, as all aboard "The Estero," with few exceptions, enjoyed this privilege.
We had read a great deal about the developments that were going on at Crescent Beach, but now saw for the first time what was really taking place, due to the energies of Capt. Jack DeLysle. Like the fable of the early bird, DeLysle surely seized his opportunities while others were dreaming; for what we saw was a "Coney Island of mushroom growth," with a dancingpavilion, bath houses, buildings in which refreshments were served, and a number of others in course of construction. We were informed that all this, however, was but temporary; that the proprietor contemplates erecting a large building over the water, and that a pier would soon be built out to deep water to accommodate goodsized vessels. This means the greater part of a mile, judging from the distance bathers could wade out from shore. We have since learned that Captain DeLysle has bought two large seagoing vessels from the Government, so the above will no doubt be realized in the not far distant future.
We were attracted to the following headlines in the Fort Myers Press of August 1: "He'd Charter a Train and Bring His Friends Here if He Had Time." The above is credited to Mr. Earnest Harvey, a prominent manufacturer with offices at 40 West 42d Street, New York City. He comments as follows: "The Gulf of Mexico has Long Island Sound beat to death as a good place in which to bathe, and Long Beach and Far Rockaway and all the other Atlantic Ocean resorts near New York have to take a back seat to Crescent Beach, which bids fair to be another Atlantic City." , , „.
Property on the island is now practically sellingby the foot for what it could be bought by the acre a few years ago; moderate size lots are now being sold for three thousand dollars. Estero Island is but in the infancy of its development, and if we can judge the future from the present we may look for great things.
After spending five delightful hours at Crescent Beach, and with our engine in good condition again, we resumed our trip around the island, coming back on the gulf side. The draw bridge across Matanzas Pass is over 700 feet in length; nine cars filled to capacity were held up waiting for our boat to pass. By the time we had gone around opposite DeLysle's place, the beach seemed lined with hundreds of cars, many of them speeding up and down. It was a most interesting sight. Arriving at Carlos Point at sundown, our Captain, Brother George Hunt, allowed half an hour for a dip in the surf; this gave him time to get through the "stakes" and into the river before it got too dark, and home was reached in good season and everybody was happy. To paraphrase Thos. A. Edison: "There is only one Crescent Beach and ninety million people are going to find it out."
The moving picture machine is filling a longfelt want as an entertainment in the life of the Unity. Several reels have been exhibited since our last issue, among them, "The Horses of War," of Uncle Sam's army; one marvels at the wonderful cavalry maintained in time of peace, preparatory to war; reels of Mesa Verde, National Park, and one devoted to agricultural pursuits. Sometimes we fail to make the right connection with houses that make it a business to supply reels at a given date. Saturday evening,
July 30, was just such an occasion, and a large audience from the neighborhood would have been sadly disappointed were it not for the efforts of Miss Boomer, who at the last minute arranged with the Arcade Theatre of Fort Myers for five reels and went up after them. The offering was "Maggie Pepper," with Ethel Clayton as the star.
The K. II. Orchestra, though somewhat reduced at present in the number of players, gave an excellent concert Saturday evening, July 23. Particularly pleasing was the group of piano selections by Prof. Schoedler, which were as follows: "Birds," Grieg; "Spring Song," also by Grieg, and Galop "Queen of the Fairies," Smith; responding to an encore he gave "Pure as Snow."
Mr. Samuel Armour of Tampa, Fla., was a recent visitor to the Unity.
Sister Abbie McCready, after six weeks' vacation with her daughters in Chicago and Peoria, 111., and Tampa, Fla., returned to the Unity quite recuperated by the outing.
It grieves us very much to record the passing out of one of the noblest souls it has ever been our privilege to know, that of Sister Virginia H. Andrews. The end came peacefully in the early morning of August 3, after an illness of four months. She has been a tower of strength in the Koreshan movement, and one of its earliest pioneers, coming with her family into united life at No. 2 College Place, Chicago, 111., in Nov., 1888. She was Secretary .of the Society ArchTriumphant for about thirtyone years, at which post she was devotion itself, and her passing will undoubtedly be felt by its many members. Her faith in the ultimate triumph of KORESH, for which she gave so many years of her life, was unflinching. Her character was most exemplary and we never came into her presence but that we felt elevated in thought.
We would be depriving our readers of a classic did we not include the tribute of her son, Brother Alien H. Andrews, printed in the editorial columns of The American Eagle of August 4:
A Faded Flower in Life's Garden
Like a drooping flower that has shed its fragrance and radiance to brighten the pathway for a little season and folds its petals with night's lengthening shadows, so she sank peacefully into that dreamless slumber from which there is no awakening, and I am left here thinking,—thinking how idle are mere words; how futile to portray the stern realization of a place made vacant that never can be filled. I
Gentle she was, but a tower of strength withal; cheerful and hopeful even in adversity. Thinking never of self, she lived to make others happy; appreciative of every little kindness; a true friend and counselor,—in short, the finest woman in all the world.
Of all the pictures that hang upon memory's wall, the sweetest is that of one whose unstinted devotion and selfsacrifice a lifetime of gratitude can never repay,—My Mother.
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[various]
Category:
8: Communication Artifact
Object Name:
Periodical
Subcategory:
Documentary Artifact
Phys Desc:
24 p.
Publisher:
Guiding Star Publishing House
Publication Place:
Estero, Fl.
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