JUNE 8, 1947
LOVESTRUCK BIKE BOY SEARCHES FOR HIS VENUS
BY PEGGY MARTELL
MIAMI—Peyton Cabot pedals his bicycle through “wind and rain and darkness of night” for the oldest reason of them all—love. You can hear it in his voice when he talks about her, see it in his eyes when he envisions her, the nameless, mysterious, alabaster-skinned, auburn-tressed beauty of his dreams, his own Titian’s Venus.
One can imagine the legendary painting as he describes his young paramour, the two of them separated by fate—and, no doubt, watchful parents—as their youthful passion flames with a white-hot heat.
Early reports suggested he rode for family honor. Now we know better. We heard it from his own mouth. He rides for a girl.
What is her name? Cabot will not say. Where is she? Somewhere on this lonely highway he travels, with only the ocean for company.
Make no mistake—he will find her. In Miami? In Key West? Only time will tell. This much is certain: Their tender lips will meet again; they will share a longed-for embrace. Love does indeed conquer all. Even on this long, lonely highway the Bike Boy must travel.