In the mid-'80s I went to visit a family friend who lived in Palm Beach. The family had a membership at La Coquille and one weekend we all went to the club. It was showing its age but I loved the feel of old Florida.

I went back a few years later to find that they had demolished it and built a much bigger place. More "posh" but lacking in character.

It's Florida in the mid-1950s. Race segregation was ubiquitous, and socially de rigueur. Most likely the only people of color that would have been allowed in that place would have been kitchen staff and maybe the groundskeepers. It looks like even the waitstaff are white.

Guessing the guy in the brown shirt talking is E.F. Hutton.

... like a hairy, exposed chest.

I Love Florida in the winter! And I simply ADORE a late lunch with cocktails on a patio! Does that blond woman have curlers in her hair?!?!

or maybe by design, but it sure looks like whites only.

For those with time on their hands ... match the guests with their car parked in the lot in the previous picture.

It's a detailed-oriented man indeed who coordinates his socks with the tablecloth!
Perhaps he was afraid someone might drive by and see his ankles ??

In the early days, there was a road interposed between the pool and the beach, so why take chances?
The fortunes of the Club first soared, then slowly ebbed. By 1986 the footwear of choice was heavy work boots...the kind wreckers wear.