Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1928-02-12

, fuses 10 Use, and two American girls
whose only accomplishment Is their
ability to smile In Italian" Helen
starts for the fort pets but alas. Mother
Cat and her baby and the two Shighi
pups run at sight OF u.s. one OF the men
| naively rcmarking:
They have never seen skirts before
and are afraid OF the ladies-just as
we men are, after our life alone here In
! the desert"
! He came In Just half an hour before
VIC arrived and the shock OF meeting
the first American girls who ever pene-
tfatcd into the interior seems to have
| left his speechless.
| AS the last kitten vanishes. luncheon
| liz served, and we take our places In
! the cool. fiag-stoncd. white -plastcred
! dining room. for one OF the merriest
| meals We had In Italian Africa.
Nothing was lacking to make the
! party a success, Allotted by our two
| offlcer- Interpreters. We were q Jolly
/ crowd One OF the most unexpected
and helpful diversions was probably the
| introduction OF American tazz on the
monograph. Every man had his ia
vorite tune and we girls found many
! Of our own among them
"Lingcr Awhile" will always bring
| back memories Of Sinaurn.~ for the
| strains of that record were the las.
| sounds We heard rs We drove away In
the late afternoon.
! Luncheon over. cincmas and cam
eras were produced and we started
| down the Hill from the fort to the
oasis. where Rudy" invited us into his
! his quarters. These 80 entranced us
! that we were In danger Of forgetting
the promised fantasia.
Imagine a Pueblo Indian village
fallen into ruin. one room at the sum
nit stiIi rooted over. With two door
ways, facing each other. on opposite
sides. one opening into an endless maze
Of puebloa, the other looking out over
the endless, golden silence OF the real
desert Single file We climbed up. and
In. and We stepped silent on the thresh-
old A low broad couch covered with
n soft. red RUG, was In one corner. with
a Targui tabouret beside It. Walls we're
stained n reddish brown and hung with
local rugs, saddle bags. cushion covers,
desert knives and weapons. A low
stool, a shelf of well worn books, pipes.
tobacco, gave u u touch Of home.
The smiling faces Of the men ioung-
Ing about the floor. ~ Helen and ] sat
tnthroned on the couch slipping real
Cafe Maute" tArab Cafe, made ot It
for us u picture time can never dim.
"Rupr" broke the spell with the
comment that the eamels
pardonl meant the Meharil~-Wefe
arriving. and excused himaelf to dress
one by one the men vanished~-vto re-
turn real 1ouaregs; row,ng trousers,
looae BLOUSE secured al the waist bv n
broad sash. cartridge belt and REVIEWERS
al the waist: long ornate earhinea
siing across the back and the fen Of
the forenoon replaced by the elaborate
lurhHn familiar Ia all ftequeniers of
the silver screen. only with The impof-
tant difference that the 1araui always
veiIa his face. generally IN black, ieav'
linz ekiaacd only two glowing eyes.
Al the foot Ut 'tudys' castic knelt
The Meha,t' The men mounted and
vanished into the distance, travelling
Incredibly fast For these Mehafi are
moi Ia he spoken at Ia the aame
breath with the ordinary ploddina
beaats nf burden. familiar to the to,li
tst rather dn they hear about the
same relation 10 their humber COM