National Geographic : 1964 Oct
VE) BY JOGINDER SINGH REKHI AND EKTACHROMEB host ordered a dozen oysters on the half shell with two kinds of sauce. He ate them with an expression of ecstasy. With some misgivings, I took one raw oyster from his plate and managed to gulp it down. A whirlwind twisted my stomach. "Try the oysters Rockefeller," my host sug gested. "They were invented in Antoine's." They came baked with a sauce of shallots, celery, and secret ingredients. These I found quite palatable. Miami Extols the Orange When I reached Florida, in December, the orange harvest was at its height. I arrived in Miami in time to see the King Orange Jamboree Parade, a New Year's Eve tribute to the citrus fruit that enriches the state. Fifty-two floats and 45 bands, spangled bathing beauties and pomponned drum ma jorettes-the panoply mirrored America's progress from colonial days to the Space Age. Never have I seen a procession as colorful as this. It bubbled over with a kind of giant playfulness. New Year's Day in Miami reaches its crest of excitement in the annual Orange Bowl football classic. That year's game pitted the University of Colorado against the Tigers of Louisiana State University. In the stadium, 63,000 people screamed themselves hoarse. It started to rain, but that was a good thing for me. Miss Universe, gorgeous blond Mar lene Schmidt, held an umbrella over both of us, and I crowded close to hear her express the hope of some day visiting India. Film star Debbie Reynolds was there (page 586). "How would you like to go on a tiger shoot in India?" I asked. "You better be serious," the lovely star re plied. "I've always wanted to go on shikar. I'll take you up on that. Give me your address." I did, but she hasn't. I heard a newsman call the game "real rock-'em, sock-'em, hard-nosed ball." Foot ball confused me-so many men sprawled on the ground so much of the time. The victors, 25 to 7, were the Tigers of L.S.U. At the end of the game, police helicopters appeared overhead to give patrol cars radio instructions for breaking up jams of home bound traffic. I thought of the homing pigeons my brother Charanjeet used to release to tell my father when he would be back from board ing school. After a leisurely tour of the Southeast, I arrived in the Capital of the United States. It was July 4, the birthday of the American Nation. The White House received 12,086 visitors that day. 583 KODACHF UoMASNEBULALU NHA.