Middletown transcript., 1918-10-19

ashore, SOU Ielt nGt, anu Il tail SILK
or opera hat. Gloves should be kept
in a dry bottle with chloride of lime"
My daZetl mind refused to register
further. l thought sadly Of my modest
outfit, of my few pajamas wrapped
about bottles of formaline and alcohol,
and 1 wondered if anywhere in the
heart Of the .Javanese jungleS l could
purchase Is suits Of pajamaS, the lack
Of which invalidated any claims l
might put forth as to the status of gen
tleman. And what about the rubber
and straw and felt and silk coverings
for my head? In despair l closed the
Dutch guide book, seized the pith he'll
met which alone stood between me and
social disqualification and went on
deck. AS Dutch gOurmand l had
failed; my wardrobe was parody on
what Java demanded of it's visitor.
lOnged to be back again in the simple
life of BOrneo, or the normal existence
Of British India.
All Scrubbed and Labeled.
After few uneventful days in Bata.
via we went up to it's mountain suburb,
Bultenzorg, and here was Dutch ex-
aggeration ut it's best-the great botan-
ical gardens which far excel Kew, Per
ediniya and Hope, and admit only those
of Georgetown q poor second. Yet
one tired after while of the perfectly
cared-fOr lawns and walks, the labeled
palms and tagged orchids. The houses
and streets were scrubbed too clean,
and behind the Venetian blinds one de-
tected inharmOny and discomfort. But
distance and the setting sun made the
feet and altogether lovely. A mass Of
green rolled steeply down POO feet to
the Tydane, hurrying swiftly along,
with scores of men, women and chill
dren tumbling about in it. For half
mile the valley stretched out before
us, a dense carpet Of verdure-feath'
cry palms or clOse-leaved taller trees,
here and there broken by the red-tiled.
white-trimmed little roofs of the wat
tied huts. The deciduOus trees stood
motionless, but every breath of air
fluttered the myriad streamered palm
fronds into a blur.
Dominating the whole background
and rising slowly and gracefully from
the valley was Mount Salak, its sum.
nit jagged and broken. but clearly
revealing the contour of the mighty
crater. Only in early morning was it
quite free of cloud. Soon wisps OF
mist would begin to weave about the
summit, skeins of translucent blue
tangling the outjutting crags. later to
be dissipated, or to increase In strata,
become opaque and close silently down
over the great mountain. With slight
variations this description will apply
to the great proportion Of Java, the
human element being usually more
emphasized, with it's exterior of pic.
turesQueness, but with ideals which
begin and end with guilders and off.
spring.
One thing impressed me in Buiten.
zOrg; the marvellous balanced pole
method Of transportation, everything
from babies to dried fish being swung
on two baskets or platforms attached
to a plant pole resting on the Shout !
ders or back of the neck. Up the path
to our veranda battered peripatetic de-
partment stores, the great twin piles Of
garish notions, mostly made in Ger
coming to rest as the floor
walker and owner squatted between
them. Far more attractive were the
dual piles of bright colored fruit, papa
jas, rambutans, salaks, the acid bilim-
bi, and finally the DURAN and mango
steen as examples of opposite ends Of
the gustatory gamut. The percentage
demanded by the money lenders made
Of their balanced pole veriest paro-
dy Of the scales of Justice.