D*vot*d to Cheering Up the “Land of Sunshine.”(By Gene Jones.)The following tender story is the “Swan Song” of the “Optimist” who with this issue bids adieu to the readers of this column:It Happened on the Beach.He took her on our beachWhile the stars were riding high; She surely was a peach.’Neath the valuted southern sky.And such a night for love.With romance in the air;The moon looked down above. Touching silver everywhere.He took her on the sand —Dainty, trim and smart—He felt a fairylandClosing in about his heart.Across the breakers' foam There swooped a phantom gull;He knew why girls left home;Why many lives were dull.Above the sand dunes tips.So steady, clear and bright.Shone a beacon to the ships — Mosquito Inlet light.He glanced upon her. smiling.Shamed might Venus be!The sea. its breath beguiling.Told of lands across the sea.He watched each graceful motion.His throbbing heart kept pace With the throbbing of the ocean;A smile was on his face.The beach stretched out before her.Kmpty. level dark;The time had come to test her.They were nearing Host wick park.He pushed her throttle open far.He jammed her pedal down;He knew his car was faster, far*Than any car in town.