The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1918-08-31

be. This sort Of thing would be entire
ly out Of place In a western land.
Should we attempt it, our fellow men
would resent 1t, and We should become
exceedingly unpopular. All this may
seem rather a small matter to dwell
upon but 1t is really one of those Pc
culiarities which make great impress
sion on the new arrival. In course Of
time we grow accustomed to 1t, and
usually find ourselves respecting the
law of the East. Later on We, too,
will indulge in the same prOmiscuous
habits Of conversation.
People Of Many Races.
AS we pass from the landing stage
on our road to the base camps 1t Is
borne home to us that the inhabitants
are of many and varied races, and II
further proof were wanting the clamoI
Of many tongues would at once con.
firm 1t. Bearded. sun-tanned fishermen.
fine fellows, who would add luster to
any stage production Of "Sinbad,"
spruce, well-dressed clerks and mer
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script rascals mingle together on all
sides. Turkish women with yashmak
and quaint trouserings, all complete.
move side by side with Greek ladies.
arrayed In the very latest vogue, and
needless of the passing throng strides
a tall Greek priest, umbrella in hand,
with his flowing black robes and his
ample locks crowned by the quaint
headdress Of his creed-not unlike al
inverted tall hat.
Crowds of soldiers Of course are
there, khaki-clad English and Serbs,
Frenchmen, prominent In their new
blue uniforms, sage-coated Italians and
Russians In their tightly-belted blouse
tunics. Add to all this motley crowd
swarms of partially clad children.
whose never ceasing cry Is penny,
Johnny" and you have some idea OF
what Q Saloniki crowd is like. Include
the noise, smell and indescribable dirt
and you have Saloniki complete.
Familiar Traffic Officer.
The roadway Is packed with traffic,
too. Slow moving bullock carts hob
up the flying motor lorries and the
horse and mule transport Of the allies
comes and goes In q never-endina
stream. Leaving the English quay, we
come to a large open space, the juno.
ton Of four of the principal thorough
fares, and here the press is worse than
ever. This is Piccadilly circus, fol-
wherever the English soldier goes hs
dearly loves to christen places aftei
familiar spots in the home country. II
may be q communication trench or II
may be a road or street. it Is all one t.
him and q name 1t has. In the middle
OF all this Is tall khaki-clad military
policeman. With a wave OF his arm
he holds up the stream Of traffic to al
low our column to pass. There 10
something very familiar In that males
tic action, it is done 80 naturally. there
Is NO shadow Of doubt in his express
sion as to the signal being instantly
obeyed. Our soldier policeman is in
his element, his present job Is not new
it is child's play for him. this handling
of a few lorries and a swarm Of noisy
Orientals after the traffic In Fccadiily
over the sea-or 1t may have been
the Marble arch-for his name and
number will be found in the roll OF
honor Of the London police force. he
has done bit of soldering since he
left England and now he Is once again
the guardian Of the public, power to
be reckoned with.
We gladly received him as an Ole
| friend, link with home, and later VIC
appreciate his full worth when. as q
wanderer on pass, we inquire the way
| to the Bank Of Athens or the field cash
Ter. His sphere Of usefulness does moi
end there. for he it is who knows
when and where the "busses" go. fol
! the motor lorry is your only means o.
transport to and from the town. Ht
has a paragraph all to himself her'
and he deserves it. for he is one Of thu
happy recollections Of q wanderer II
the East.