Lord of the Jungle Meets Bloody Mary

A fairly representative cross-section of seasonal tourists lounged peacefully around the seaside pool of Ft. Lauderdale’s Galt Ocean Mile Hotel resort, when suddenly the idyllic, tropical scenario was shattered completely by a hauntingly recognizable, yet bizarrely out of place bellowing and son-of-abitch if that don’t sound like Tarzan.

Yea. Tarzan. .

While the bewildered bystanders instinctively scan the palm tree tops and the .hotel employees (who are used to it by notv) carry on with business as usual, Johnny Weissmuller — the first talkie Tarzan — thoroughly enjoys a hearty laugh in the cool, breezy shade of the Galt’s poolside patio bar, his glassy, bloodshot eyes shielded from the noonday glare by dark sunglasses. Rumors are constantly circulating lhat Johnny Weissmuller is some sort of alcoholic. Just generally cruising there at the bar, Weissmuller was always working on a fresh Bloody Mary, but somehow, Johnny’s drinking seemed to transcend mere alcoholism. He just stays high.