The labor standard., 1919-08-15
\ HE day of the bazaar in In- dia has long passed without hope for any return of it's glory Yat fhQ visitor in

hope for any return of its
 glory. Yet the visitor, in search of novelty, may still be fairly we'll satisfied with the results of the effort he must make to see what re- mains of the curious life in those places which are different from every thing in this land their nearest paral-, Tel being the French market in New Orleans. or county fair, says the, Christian Science Monitor.
 The stranger to India should take the precaution to secure the services as a guide and physical protector of a thoroughly competent interpreter, one who is cOnversant with at least half dozen of the numerous dia- lects spoken in India's commercial circles, and who-when it comes to buying or rejecting-knows at glance ga hawk from a herneshaw'' because, as a decidedly cynical Eng glishman said, "Nine-tenths of the stuff displayed in those Indian bazaars are spurious, and the remainder utter ly worthless rubbish" An exaggera- tion, of course, yet it is a hard matter to find the few gems that may be there; and, at any rate, if the pur- chasable inanimate is lacking, the ,al- most endless variety of the reculn- bent or animate human denizens is rich reward for the fatiguing hours in bazaar.
 In Search of the Picturesque.
 It is great pity that civilization is so very inconsiderate toward the pie turesque, the stranger, and the racial ly attractive Gin spite of it's dirt) which are so different from the life and the people we know and are so tired of, their inartistic dirt especial ly, that we often rush off to the antip- odes to find something artistic and interesting. When we fail in our search, we are apt to abuse the writers who tell us-not what they really did see, but what they had predetermined they were to see.
 It is not many years since that the bazaar at Delhi, to take at random one of the many, was truly a wonder full place. It occupied large extent of ground, covered with all manner of ramshackle buildings, the ground floors of which were open stalls some what like those seen in the illustra- tion accompanying this article. There were a few fairly broad thoroughfares which traversed the section from side to side in a serpentine course, but the really interesting and attractive shops were reached by many narrow, wind- ing lanes, forming a veritable 1aby- rinth, into which the unwary stranger who ventured alone was quickly lost; and when he betrayed his misfortune by act or word, was sure to be bounced upon by flock of human vul- lures bent upon getting his last rupee in exchange for their wares, and heart less as to whether or not he got back then wretched hotel.
 In the main avenues there were shall we say canals, or streams, or ditches? We'll, there was something in whichever we call them that pos sessed the motion of liquid, and there was one, or perhaps two, rows of dis couraged-looking trees. But in the narrow alleys there was no disgusting the fact that those ditches were sim ply open drains, usually so torpid in their flow that the stench was almost overpowering, and the visitor from abroad wondered how any human be- ing could breathe the fetid air all day and all night as complacently as did the bazaar denizens.
 Occasional Bargains Found.
 Nevertheless, those were the days when it was quite possible to pick up really rare and precious bargains for a song, plaques hammered oEt from brass or other metals, true gems of many kinds, jade ornaments deftly carved from jade in minute patterns, making them almost literally "worth their weight in gold," and many other treasures such as nowadays never reach a bazaar stall, for they are snap ped up by professional dealers the they leave the hands of their original owner, whom want compels