The Alaska daily empire., 1920-08-20
Turk Capital Worlds Gayest It's Trails End West of Suez
Wine, Woman and Song Reign Supreme Tn Maelstrom of
 Colorful Cosmopolitan.

ooANo IAN iANOA LA<, AAoko'
 Constantinople now combines all the
 frenzy of a mining camp and world seaport. It's "the end of the trail for all the Balkan states and every thing west of Suez on the Mediter-
 ranean. Caucasian oil men, Donetz Basin miners, Anatolian sheep and cattle kings, Greek war millionaires and Syrian merchants rush to Con stantinople to pop, champagne in proof of their success. Soldiers and sailors of half dozen nations swell the population and add to the
 cosmopolitan aspect of the streets and pleasure resorts.
 Under Allied occupation, the city has become a wilder place than 1t
 was under the Turks. There ale no
 sire to assume responsibility for re-
 forms other than are necessary to
 safeguard life Italian, French and
 British troops cooperate with the
 Turkish gendarmerie in keeping or
 der, But everybody's job is Ecbodys
 job. Consequently COnstantinople is
 very wide-open town, Midnight closing is enforced pretty generally,
 but until that hour there is little interference with dance halls, gamb-
 ling dives and red light districts
 unless murder is commi tod.
 Leadville and Goldfield in their dlzziest days never offered anything wilder than certain sections of Con stantinople when jazz bands vie with Neapolitan orchestras and tsigane singers in their efforts to attract wayfarers into the beer tunnels and dance halls filled to overflowing with lihe painted women of many nation, alities.
 Half a dozen summer gardens of fed vaudeville attractions which at tract thousands of persons every night who seem to have far more interest in the drinks and restless crowds than in the Russian prima- donnas and bare-legged dancers their attire. Turks, Arabs, Bedeuins. Egyptians and Assyrians, Sorgeouslv clad in native costumes, elbow their way among Cossacks and Georglsns whose uniforms arc far more brill. iant than their military achieve ments.
 Coal-black French colonials, re- splendent in red fezzes and green khaki mingle with Sikhs and PuE- iabs whose long hair and many col ored headdresses are wrapped in sOmbre brown. Civilians. soldiers and sailors from all parts of the world are hopelessly jumbled to- gether in Constantinope crowds and are SO busy looking at each other that teriors' from the Petrograd opera French singers from Mont martre and Austrian strong jawed ladies claim but slight attention.
 Constantinople itself Is q grand pageant every day. It's main thor oughfare, Rue Grand Pera, is more than any scene which producers can ever hope to stage Camel-drivers lead their patient trains laden with charcoal. through the maze of the street cars. shrieking army mOtorcars and carriages, pilot ed over the rough pavements at a breakneck speed by Turkish hostlerS who crack their whips and shout at high pitch at pcdes trians who venture off the narrow sidewalks. Turks mounted on tiny donkeys move indifferently through this maelstrom Occasionally Turk ish peasants drive a flock of sheep or turkeys into this swirl of traffic and serene oxen draw heavy carts along at a pace so slow that drivers of military camions curse them in ten different languages.
 The narrow, crooked streets of are i'll suited to motor traffic and the slow going fantastic Turk is little inclined to change his pace. Consequently there are many accidents and the indifference with which foreign military cars are driven has done much 10 intensity Turkish hatred of foreignars.
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