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A TRIP THROUGH THE SUEZ CANAL We arrived at Suez at eight o ' clock at night. SearchHghts were playing on our ship and on the others waiting to go through the canal. About midnight we started through. When I awakened about six o ' clock in the morning, the first thing I saw was a man leading a laden donkey. People were washing clothes in the canal, some were eating breakfast in front of their houses, and others were gossiping. M any ships passed us. Most of these were small ones — fishing boats and small tankers. Most of the land was a waste of endless sand, with here and there a group of tents of wandering Arabs. About eleven o ' clock an airplane circled above. All the passengers crowded on the decks to get a look at it. Further on the canal divided. It broke into three different branches which joined each other later. We followed the right channel. At this intersection was a set- tlement. Several -British and French gunboats were stationed there, with bands playing. A famous battle had been fought there between the British, Egyptians, and Turks. A monument was built there with many inscriptions on it. The boat we were on, the " Andre Lebon " (named after a famous Frenchman), made many stops. Natives swarmed on board, selling trinkets, fruit, boas, and souvenirs of many kinds. They also performed tricks with money. Later we saw a man riding a camel. It was very funny to see him perched up on the camel ' s back, and lurching back and forth with the motion of the animal. Soon the camel ran, and the poor man was jerked up and down at a terrific rate of speed. They finally disappeared into a narrow strip of woodland along the banks, and when next we saw them, they were only a speck in the distance. The hot sun, beating down, reflected by the sand, made many heat waves. Dur- ing mid-afternoon we saw a mirage of a beautiful blue lake, with a fringe of reeds and willows bordering it. In the middle of the lake rode a snow white sailboat. Every little while a village would appear, with ragged children running around and dogs howling. When we rounded a bend in the canal, a man stepped out of the brush, bowed down, and worshipped the ship, thinking it some god. Soon a large ship passed us, leaving just about a foot between the two ships. As we neared Port Said, water appeared, about three feet deep, on the sand on either side of us. After asking about it, we found out that the water was let in, and, after standing for twenty-four hours, is let out. Salt is left, which is gathered up and sent to refineries at Port Said. About five in the afternoon we reached Port Said. Many factories of all sorts were standing on the outskirts of the city, and a busy scene stretched before us. The steamer docked for two hours. We got off, saw the sights, visited some friends, and bought souvenirs. The town is just like one of our cities, only there are more natives than white people. Many skyscrapers adorn the horizon. Port Said ap- peared to be a prosperous city, having many fine hotels, business houses, and factories. As we left, the sun was setting, spreading a golden glow over the beautiful Med- iterranean. Turning and looking back at the city, we saw the tips of the masts of ships which had been sunk during the war. At a distance, at the end of a great wall extending into the sea, towered a gigantic statue of Ferdinand de Lesseps, the builder of the wonderful Suez Canal. — Charles Callender, L9.
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The narrow streets, which are always in a bedlam, are filled with monkeys, buses, antiquated streetcars, and automobiles. The latter are required to have two horns, one of which is constantly in use. The poverty-stricken natives live in dirty, tumble-down huts, nearly devoid of furniture, except for the hammocks in which they sleep. They live on platanos and bananas, which give them an undernourished look. The small children go about naked. Every year many of them die because of lack of proper care. Even though Venezuela is a republic, the natives are held in subjugation by severe laws, which also discourage revolutions. That is illustrated in such laws as these: No native is to raise a stick against another, and no one is supposed to carry knives or have firearms of any description. The president of Venezuela, Juan Vicente Gomez, is a man of more than seventy years. Although reputed illiterate, he has done much for his country. I have seen, in old buildings in town, native schools, where the pupils were chattering away like magpies. My brother and I go to a mission school, Colegio Libertador, which is run by Americans, but it is not much like Garfield. I heartily congratulate the graduating classes, and wish that I were going to graduate with them. I hope the new comers have found Garfield the best school that was ever built, and its teachers the best in the world. I did. I wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Your absent school-mate, Josephine Little, H9. A TRIP TO EUROPE No explanation or description from any one else will make you realize what a trip across the ocean is like, so you must see it for yourself. And how? Just begin by saying, " I am going! " Plan toward it, think toward it, and finally set the time and begin to get your luggage together, and just go! Nothing else than seeing the Old World will give you the " right slant " and the proper view point of the world in general. The things you will see you can read about in many books of travel — and you will enjoy reading about them more after you have seen them, but first you must read and study so you can see with an understanding eye, and enjoy what you are seeing. A pile of ruins on the top of the Apennine Mountains is not much to look at, but when you vision the scenes that have made it a place in history, and see Lars Porsena and his army marching down to be held back by " Horatius at the Bridge, " you look, and look again at the old towers with a greater degree of interest, so study your ancient history — for you are going there to see it all. Yes, right over the well- beaten track that all tourists take, but it is all new and wonderful the first time, as all life ' s experiences are new and wonderful to each of us — the first time. What we will most enjoy depends upon what we have made of ourselves; some enjoy the wonderful architecture, cathedrals, pictures; others find the people, the styles, the amusements more attractive; and some enjoy the natural scenery, the mountains, the beautiful lakes, the blue Mediterranean — it is all entrancing, all charming, and we want to see it all! Start while you are young, for there is so much to see and make up your minds right now that you are going. —A. Gay.
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A DAY IN TAHITI There are three routes of travel between San Francisco and Sydney, Austraha: one by way of Honolulu and Samoa; another by way of Honolulu and Fiji; and a third via Raratonga and Tahiti. My brothers, my mother, and I decided to come via Tahiti because of the great beauty for which it is noted. It is known as the " beautiful isle. " One morning, about twelve days out from Sydney, we sighted Tahiti. The sea was calm and of a very clear indigo blue. The island was also a very deep blue, but as the boat neared it the color changed to green. The South Pacific Islands are for the most part mountainous and covered with deep green tropical foliage right to the very top. On board the boat all the passengers were very excited and were planning what they would do, for there was a great deal to be seen and only twenty-four hours in which to see it. My eldest brother went shark fishing with some natives, so my mother and I set out to see the town of Papeete, which is a French colony. The natives speak French, and French and American money is generally used. We bought some shells for which the island is noted, and also some fine French perfume. These were purchased cheaply, because we got them as souvenirs. The shops are on a level with the street and nearly all of them are open across the front. They are generally run by Chinese. When one goes into one of these shops, one sees tropical fruits — limes, pomegranates, alligator pears, and mangoes — temptingly ar- ranged in grass baskets. There are nearly always numerous children of all ages, both native and Chinese, running about. The next shop one goes into may be run by a sedate French woman, and will be neat and quiet. She will probably try to sell you a ten dollar bottle of perfume and will refuse to understand English when you explain that only a cheap bottle is wanted. My mother and I strolled along the waterfront enjoying the shade of the great trees and feeling very sleepy. When we returned to the boat for dinner, we found my brother delighted with his fishing trip. He had not landed a shark, although he had had a bite from one. That evening we hired a taxi to take us out to one of the beaches for which Tahiti is famous. It was a beautiful, clear, moonlight night and I will never forget the beach with the fringe of palm trees against the mountains. We had a wonderful swim; one never to be forgotten. The taxi was to return for us, so we started to walk along the road to meet it. The foliage is luxuriant and varied like all tropical growth. Some of the most beautiful trees we saw that night, I think, were the cocoanut palms, standing up about fifty or sixty feet with a tassel of leaves on top. While we were walking, there was a shower of rain. When it ended, the foliage glistened like jewels in the moonlight. Next morning was market day, and as the boat was to leave at six a. m., we had the steward call us at four-thirty. The market is an open place where the natives can bring their produce. They bring fruits, animals, and all sorts of the most wonderful colored fish to sell. At six o ' clock we had to return to the ship. We left Tahiti with the sun rising above the mountains and covering it in wonderful colors. In a short time it was nothing but a blue spot upon the horizon; then it faded from our view. — Joan Roberts, H9.
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