Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1920-08-01
CONSTANTINOPLE IS
 AKIN IN SPIRIT TO
 NEW MINING CAMP
Under Allies It's Wilder Than
 When Under the Turks

tinople now combines all the frenky of new mining camp and a world seaport. It's the end of the trail for aM Balkan states and everything west ,<cf the Suez on the Mediterranean. Caucasian oil men, Donetz Bsin min CTS, Anatolian sheep and cattle kings, Greek war millioinaires and Syrian merchants rush to Constantinopie to pop champagne in proof of their sue cess. Soldiers and sailors of a 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 wilder place than it was under the Turks. There are no civil courts. None are necessary to safeguard life. Italian, French and British troops cooperate with the Turkish gendarmerie in keeping or der. But everybody's job is nobody's jcb. Consequently Constantinople is . very wide open town. Midnight closing is enforced pretty generally, but until that hour there is little in- terference with dance halls, gambling dives and redlight districts unless murder is committed.
 Leadville and Goldfield in their 6ixziest days never offered anything wilder than certain sections of Con- stantinoplc where jazz bands vie with Neapolitan orchestras and tsigane singers in their efforts to attract wayfarcrs into the beer tunnels and dance halls filled to overflowing with the painted women of many national ities,
 Half dozen summer gardens off, fer vaudeville programs which at tract thousands of persons every night who seem to have far more interst in the drinks and restless crowds than in the Russian prima donnas and barelegged dancers whose 1 art is usually as meagre as their at tire. Turks, Arabs. Bedouins, Egyp- tiasns'' and Assyrians, gorgeously clad in nAtive costumes, elbow their way among 'Cossacks and Georgians wohse uniforms are far more brill tliAnt than their recent military achievements. ~
 sCSal black French colonials, re- splendant in red fezecs and green khaki, ntingle with Sikhs and Punjabi whose long hair and many colored headdresses arc wrapped in sombre brown. Civilians, soldiers and sail ors from all parts of the world are hopclessly jumbled together in Con- stantinople crowds and are so busy looking at each other that tenors from the Petrogad opera, naughty French singers from Montmarte and Austrian strong jawed ladies claim but slight attention.
 pl> Constantinople itself is grand
 xuant every day. It's main htro-
 M pre-, Rue Grand Pera, is more
 pagSripng than any scene which 1. s.,46duccrs% can ever hope to stage, Camel driveys lead their patient trains, burdeAed with charcoal. through the mase of street cars. shrieking army motor ears and car riages, piloted over the trough paw ing Ut breakncck speed by Turkish hostlcrs who crack their whips and shout constantly at high pitch to pedestrians who venture off the mar row sidewalks. Turks mountetd on tiny donkeys move indifferently through the maelstrom. Occasion ally Turkish peasants drive a flock of sheep or turkeys into this swirl of traffic and serene oxen draw heavx carts along at pace so slow thata drivers of military camions curse them in ten different Ian gunges.
 The narrow, crooked streets of < Constantinople ar i'll suited to mo- tor traffic and the slew going fatal istic 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 to intetnsify Turkish hatred of foreigners.