A Celebrated Heyday

"Where Care May Cast Its Anchor in the Harbor of a Dream"- James Whitcombe Riley

It was an unforgettable era. Along with fashionable flappers and Henry Ford's Model T, the decade of singular style known as "The Roaring Twenties" also launched a new travel boom across the entire country.

In the Deep South, well-heeled tourists from as far away as Chicago flocked to a pristine stretch of sandy beaches along Mississippi's coast, which would became famous as the "Riviera of America." Their destination: a casually elegant hotel, shaded by magnificent live oaks and overlooking the shimmering Gulf of Mexico, simply called "The White House."

Here, guests lingered on the White House Hotel's front porch to watch graceful wooden schooners catch the Gulf breeze in their sails. Spirited girls showed off golden tans - along with lots of leg - in the era's revolutionary, one-piece stretch bathing suits. While gentlemen, often wearing hats with their summer whites, honed their putts on the Hotel's immaculate grand front lawn.