The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1920-07-04
RUMANIA HAS
MANY PEOPLES
DIFFERENT NATIo ALI TIE S
LIVED PEAcEABLY SIDE BY SIDE
IN DOBRUDJA.

Bucharest, June 10.-Rumania, with
the addition of the provinces of Bes-
sarabia, Bukovina, Pennsylvania, the
Banat and Dobrudja, is now country
of at least 10 distinct nationalities. In
it's parliament are seen peasants with
white kirtle and embroidered vests
and leggings remindful of the red In
dian, sitting together with red fezzed
Turks.
at is especially in the Dobrudja
that these different nationalities JOS
tie together" said Queen Marie of Ru-
mania. Together with Rumanians,
live peacefully Side by side, Bulgar-
ians, Turks, Tartars, Russians, and in
places even Germans.
IL have been to a village in the Do
brudja which was part Rumahian,
part Russian, part German and part
Turkish. went from one side to an
other, visiting many cottage, enter
ing each church, ending my round in
the tiny mosque hung with faded car
pets, and there in a crowd of Iowly
Turks 1 listened to their curious serv-
ice, of which l understood naught. a
woman who is not yelled has no right
to enter the holy precinct; but royal
name opens many a door, and many a
severe rule is broken in the JOY of
receiving so unusual guest.
ION burning summers day 1 CAME
to a tiny town almost entirely inhab-
tied by Turks. 1 was distributing
money among the poor and forsaken,
and had been moving from place to
place, Now it was the turn of the
Mussulman population, therefore, I
visited the most wretched quarters,
my hands filled with many a coin.
Such was their joy at my coming
that the real object OF my visit was
almost forgotten. L found myself sur
rounded by swarm of excited women
in strange attire. prattling a language
l could not understand.
"They called me SuItana, and each
one wanted to touch me; the fingered
my clothes, patter me on the back, one
old bag even chucked me under the
chin. They drew me with them from
hut to hut, from court to courts /
found myself separated from my COM
panions, wandering in a world l had
never known. IN labyrinth of tiny
mud-built huts, of ridiculously small
gardens, of hidden little courts, they
dragged me with them, making me
enter their novels, put my hand on
their children and sit down.
The poorer Mussulman women are
not really yelled. They wear wide
cotton trousers. and over these a sort
of mantle which they hold together
under the nose. The shape of these
mantles give them that indescribable
line, so agreeable to the eye. and
which alone belongs to the East Also
the colors they choose are always har-
monious; they are toned down to their
surroundings by sun and dust. They
wear strange dull blues and mauves-
even their blacks are not really black
but have taken rusty tints that min
gle pleasingly with the mud-colored
environment in which they dwell
when attired for longer excursions
their garb is generally black, with a
snow-white cloth on their heads
wrapped in such manner that it con-
ceals the entire face, except the ewes
lndescribably picturesque and nnvs-
ferrous are these dusky figures. gem
eraliy carrying heavy staff in their
hands; there is something biblical
about them, something that takes one
back to far-away times"