Word: corallis
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...clever and sophisticated painter, does her work well, suggesting an exotic atmosphere with diminishing ovals, soft colors. She did not always charge her patrons for her work. Said she: "My reluctance profited me shamefully. Soft-footed coolies would come to the door with great bundles of priceless silk. Coral necklaces, jade bracelets, jewels marvelous for their antiquity as well as their intrinsic worth, all were sent as tokens of friendship and return of courtesy...
...walks and for some strange reason she walks to Boston. One recalls places more alluring. There are the White Mountains and then, again, there are the Green Mountains. "There is, or at least was, Coral Gables. And Semerfield, N. J. has its charms. As a last resort there is Roumania. But she chooses Boston, thus proving that you never can tell. To the Herald her accomplishment is a signal for an extra; to the American it means a high life expose. The residents along the Post Roard stand on their porches, shivering in the November dawn, chatting and awaiting...
...craftily--like Californian spies--it took advantage of the coma which was Florida's until she had dug herself out, and blatantly shrieked a tale of ruin. With foul intent the newspapers urged relief funds and salvage societies. But Florida refused to be quarantined. Life is still Olympian at Coral Gables. The Marx brothers can still sell lots...
...already broken, twisted, blasted, Miami was rewrecked. The waters of rivers were forced back to an unprecedentedly low level, then urged headlong overwhelmingly forward to founder grounded vessels. Fort Lauderdale, Pompano,* Hialea, Dania, Homestead, Coral Gables, Hallandale, Floranada, Ojus-all were devastated...
...Cuyo Island, veritable Eden in the Sulu Sea. Col. Thompson, pleased, ambled beneath outlandish cocoanut palms, low luscious mangoes. No phones, newspapers, railroads, trolleys or automobiles marred this hot perfection. Ah, to be a barefoot native! . . . But business pressed. Mr. Thompson reluctantly doffed his white helmet to the glistening coral beach, proceeded to the Island of Palawan where a launch took him up the Iwahig River to the Iwahig Penal Colony. Here he saw crocodiles, alligators, exuberant tropic vegetation. He saw, also, 1,700 convicts living happily with their wives and children, cultivating their own crops, often saving as much...