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In Port Antonio,
you still hear about the
feats of 3 local men:
and Samuel Steele.
Will Bligh had a temper.
"The trees, not the men. get
the water!" he roared. So it was
mutiny on the bounty. But next
trip from Polynesia he brought
breadfruit to Port Antonio. We've
been eating it like bread since.
We owe Will a lot.
Errol Flynn had a warm tem
perament. Fell in love with Port
Antoniti. t And we with him.) Set
tled in with wife and daughter,
i Who still skas sultry evenings at
our Blue Lagoon.)
We'll never forget Errol.
Samuel Steele is a temperate
man. Now. But 50 years ago. it
was the Belgian trenches. Hell-
fire Corner, a French girl friend
and 4 months' leave in Italy be
fore returning to family life, a
grocery store and yearly airings
of the medals on Armistice Day.
You hear some tales from Sam.
Port Antonio has always at
tracted colorful men.
Dan Mitchell built a seaside
castle here for his F>th century
lady love, mixing the cement with
sea water. Today, Mitchell's
Folly is our loveliest ruin.
Dashing 1 ed Ruddock runs our
20ihcentury castle. Frenchman's
Cove. Private hotel houses, not
rooms. Champagne baths not im
possible. Come with checks.
Joe Mullins.on the other hand,
is 'daddy" host at homey Do Mon
levin Lodge with Mrs. Mullins in
the kitchen cooking fried chick
en. crackling, and coconut pic.
Come as you tire
I or more of our inns (modest
or lavish) and men (likewise), see
your travel agent or Jamaica
lotirisl Board in Ne w York. San
J r;in< iv (i, Los Angeles. hicago.