The St. Mary banner., 1916-07-29

ern roofs rise from the blue
bay up to the old Mohammedan
town. There on the summit
out against lemon sky Ones eye
turns gratefully from the clam0rous
Greek boatmen and jostling porters
which crowd boat and quay to the
lovely lines of the sailing boats, which
bring back from the past many an Old
classic tag In Just such boat did
| the old Greeks set forth on their ad-
ventures, perhaps even to the quest of
the Golden Fleece, writes Constance
Brooke in London Graphic And
what contrast they must have been.
those grand men, to the modern Greek
with his supple fingers and voluble
tongue, and anxious efforts to com
promise. The luggage is at last ex-
tracted from the hubbub by force A
very small boy wheels the barrow un-
der a stream of instructions from a
rabble, who would not lay one lordly
finger on it to help, but find huge de-
light In directing the weak one. and,
shouting chaff and information to
everyone we meet. convey me to the
hotel. Soft voices pur in my ear.
You go Delphi? | good guide"
"Sirree your boat gomorre? Where
come from? Engleesh? Yes?" Hotel
Rome, good hotel.' "You come Paris
hotel me-" persistent shoeblack
backs in front of me the whole way
like the lord chamberlain, pointing to
my boots. Who that has been there
does not connect Saloniki with shoe
blacks and long-robed, stately Jews?
At every corner. from every alley.
there darts out a small alert figure,
pointing its accusing finger at your
feet. "S-s-s-t, S-s-s-t," And, indeed,
for the sake OF peace it is better to
resign oneself, or there is. indeed
no peace from these gadflies.
While dust rests on your shoes that
figure will rise up, that finger will
point that kissing whisper sound in
your ear. have been haunted by my
recollections (somewhat willingly, |
must confess) of Turkish boy with
a winning smile, bare feet for an artist
and red sash round his waist defy
anyone to resist his pleading brown
eyes and that flashing smile-certainly
cannot. This was. or is, his mode OF
business. He first wiped the dust off
with rag He then smeared on liber-
ally. from bottle. very greasy oil.
and then proceeded to polish, while
still soaked in oil, with some unguent
out of box. Therefore is ones boot
a most cunning dust catcher and the
role of shoeblack profitable one at
Saloniki! / myself used to give my
boots ten minutes respite; but this
was according to the attractiveness
Or otherwise of the shoeblack.
Still a Turkish Town.
Saloniki has only been in Greek oc-
cupation couple of years or so. and |
Is still Turkish town. The richer
Turks. not liking their masters, mi |
grated to Turkey only the poor ones,
not allowed by the Greeks to leave,
still remain The lower part of the /
own Is a maze of tangled streets and |
If hurrying foot passengers Only the
stately Jews are unhurried. They are
bearded. and wear long black robes,
'ur-edged tfor 1t Is winter, and black
,r fur caps on their heads. and most
Ire singularly good looking Their
- seldom seen-has pic
uresque head dresses Of emerald
green silk, with long streamers flow
ng out behind. covered with Hebrew
characters. / loved the Turkish eat
ng shops open to the street, their
filed with pyramids OF fruit,
lates and a gray-colored sweetmeat
which looked like putty. Strange odors
Il cooking came from the inner re-
ions.
The bazar is cobbled underfoot and
above. 1t is full OF Greek
money changers (where you also buy
obacco and stamps), bootshops and
he usual open shops OF the East. A
TRANCE mixture Of West and East.
either fish. flesh. fowl, nor good red
erring. Here in the bazar you see
My Greeks and Jews. But 90 farther