Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1914-04-30
THE. ART OF |DL|NC
It Is a Part of the lndoIent Life
 of the Leisurely Turk.
WHERE SITTING IS EXERCISE.
In the Orisnt the Placid Natives Re.
 aard What We Would Call loating as a Mark of Respeetability-A Trip In a Caique on the Golden Horn.


 In a Caiaue on the Golden Horn.
 One of the first words in the Turkish language that l learned to recognize was kyef or kaif. Making kyef was very common occupation, judging from the number of times that heard the word used. The dictionary definition of kyef is "health," pleasure" Health and pleasure are not always synony. nous, but they seemed to be in this case, for people who said they had been making kyef always looked both happy and healthy.
 To the average American the 1dea represented by the word kyef is about as foreign as the word itself. lou could not possibly make kyef at foot ball game or horse race or automo- billing up to the limit of police regula- tions. One thing soon becomes evident to the scientific investigator of kyef. Whatever it may be, kyef is made without haste, without excitement and. above all things. without noise.
 Leisure, idling if you like, has been reduced to a fine art in the orient. There Is no place in the world where doing nothing is so respectable. Able bodied men sit unblushingly at midday in a coffee house drinking numberless cups of strong, black coffee. smoking nargile and staring at chessboard for hours at time. Loaf1ng we call 1t in America; in Italy. dolce far hiente: in Turkey, making kyef. se:
 The oriental is slow and easy in his amusements. He fingers over his pleas ures. making them last as long as pos sible. None too fond of exerting him. self, most of his exercise Is taken sit ting still. The Turkish verb otur. which means "sit." Is much used both in word and in action. They sit over cup of coffee In an out of door cafe. they sit under tree smoking ciga- rette, they sit for four hours making you visit. and they may sit the live long day out in grassy field or on the banks of a stream doing nothing at all.
 The Turks are fond of outdoors. And one Is not surprised. Tho highest point of Constantinople is Tchamlidja. hill that stands few miles back from tho Scutari landing on the Asiatic side. The view from this hill is one whose beauty casts a spell that lasts as long as memory lasts ''See Naples and die" runs the old saying. but do not die be- fore you have seen Constantinople from Tchamlidja.l
 There are many open fields in and about Constantinople to which the peo- ple resort on high days and holidays. the brilliant colors of the native dress standing out against the greenest green and the bluest blue of the natural background. And everywhere the daz- zling sheen of water. the silvery, calm surface of the Marmora stretching away in the distance and the blue winding Bosporus at our feet There is hush about a Turkish holiday gathering which Is always like a Sun day. Caiques glide noiselessiy by. peo- pie sit in groups or saunter about on the shore. like the figures in a picture. everybody making kyef in his own way.
 One of the popular resorts for great numbers of people is the Sweet Wa. ters of Europe, small stream of fresh water flowing into the upper part of the Golden Horn. The best and easiest way to reach this place. the stranger is told, is by rowboat up the Golden Horn. This "best and easiest way is, however. bit trying to the nerves. Galata bridge, from which the boats leave, Is the busiest spot in Constanti- nople. You are jostled from before and behind, screamed at in all the lan- guages you ever heard of and frighten- ed nearly to death before you get down the rickety little stairway leading to the landing. Nothing can really hap pen to you. but you do not know that until afterward. If you should fall into the water you would be promptly nshed out by friendly hands amid Mashallahs! in all the tones of the chromatic scale. Down below. you are warned within an inch of your life about all the things you must not do in the caique. A caique is a small rowboat, the daintiest, most graceful little craft in the world. but 1t was made to tip over.
 If you get away from the landing without being spilled out into the water you breathe one sigh of relief. but not more than one. for the Golden Horn is very narrow and very busy. and any moment you may look up at the prov of a steamer bearing down upon you at full speed. Behind you. and to the right of you, and to the left of you. are clumsy freight boats man. aged by scolding boatmen. And just here one of your oarsmen does what he has forbidden you to do-stands up in his place. Wildly gesticulating, he scolds back in picturesque Turkish at a careless steersman who has nearly tipped you over. After you have had this experience few times and have escaped with your life you cease to mind 1t.
 Quiet comes at last, and long, smooth stretches of shining water. The motion of caique is perfect. It glides over the water with no effort at all. The sil- l