Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-12-15
NEW REGIME TO FIND MEXICO
RICH IN UPLIFT OPPORTUNITY
Train Journey From Border to Capital
Unfolds Picturesqueness and Primitive
Conditions Lingering With Progress.

The Indian appears and reappears
as the train flies on. Sometimes he Is
| crushing maize with a stone some
| times he is weaving on an ancient
loom. He Is lifting the bucket from
| the well on a huge T-lever. He is
huddled at the door hole of his little
| round house of sticks and stones.
through the crevices of which the blue
smoke of the morning fire is seeping-
| It is not much Of house 1t is more
like the nest of large bird. The In
dams naked children play around him.
A city! Monterey Saltillo, Quere-
taro. 1t is of little consequence. Mel
chants and beggars swarm to the train
side, imploring the multitude in the
name of all that is holy and celestiai
to partake of one terra Gotta goblet of
such ambrosian goats milk as that
which SteamS in the dark-red pitcher.
And, senior, cries a shrivelled, bare
foot crone, there never was such u
transcendent delicacy as this lump OF
stewed chicken on the grimy pancake.
Tortillas. Partake and know the height
of culinary delight. Candy of cactus.
Exquisite. A stick of ripe lines, ripe
and sweet. Oranges big as grapefruit
Honey and enchilades. A pancake
wrapped around a spoonful of soft
cheese.
Soldiers and Lunch.
A small detachment of Mexican SOL
diers, more like japanese than Mexl-
cans, scramble out of the coaches for
lunch. They snatch food from ou.-
stretched claws and leave a copper.
They select morsels from trays that
sing with a cloud of flies. But the
tourists and the upper class MeXicanS
who ride in the Pullman lunch in the
buffet lounge on San Antonian FOOD,
on which a very high duty has been
paid at the border.
A 4-year-old child. with matted
black hair, large tragic eyes in a
punched face, widespread toes and a
single filthy garment, leads blind bag
through the platform crowd. Her head
is thrown back, her empty sockets stare
at the sky.
in the name of God, senorl"
1T seems to me something could be
done about this says an American
business man, his face panied. Hos
pitfalls or something"
In the market OF tattered canoples
and booths of piled stones the wares
of the small Indian merchants are ar
rayed. There is a touch of art in the
color arrangement of the miserable
wares. The red corn, yellow corn, gray
beans. green lines, oranges, catch the
eye. Purplish meat hangs from poles.
The merchant women drone selling
talk and push the crawling babies from
the piles of grain on the spread canvas.
The bell rings; the train rumbles on.
The hemp factory, soap factory, brew
cry or refinery lies at the outskirts of
the town But it is not an industrial
country. Again the plains and noun
tains wheel. Dry corn blows in the
wind. Over there is the full ditch of
half hearted irrigation project. The
maguey cactus Is cultivated in rows
which march miles across the plains
into the mountains. Goats rove the
hillsides.
From the chaparral dark eyes look
up in wonderment
For the love of God. senior"
The new government promises
Hooverian administration. Schools,
highways, irrigation projects, railroad
service for townsville railroads some
how escape them.
Next: The trials Of President-elect
Rubio).
(Copyrieht, 1929 by North American News
paper Alliance