New Britain herald., 1930-07-30

Amsterdam, July 3O.-Two large French windows in the venerable Amstel Hotel look down upon Anl- canals It is a:30 and a beautiful opalescent twilight. Darkness is hH hour away. One of the half-blocN- long family canal boats drifts lazi!y by, creaking a soft threnody.
 On the fore deck sits full-boso!n- ei Holland mother, and groupc about her are five straw blonde ch'l dren. She is reading to them from. judging by their age, a book of nursery rhymes. Aft is the father, leaning back in a chair, looking dreamily into the sky and puffing lcng- g-stemmed china bowl pipe.
 Wherever you go in Amsterdam or il all Holland you have that closeup or domestic content. Yet in spite cf Hollands ardent fireside dom esticity, the Holla7der is traveller. In every world capital and in every far-flunS outpost of civilization you find the Dutch trader, big g-boned, quick moV- ing. impressive.
 Holland. too. is. next 10 England, the worlds greatest colonizer. The Netherlands owns 50 times the size O. its native land in colonies in Java. East Africa and various parts of the Far East. For this reason the Ho.- lander is constantly travelling be- tween home base and the colonies. Many have Javanese wives.
 There are in Amsterdam so mil s Of canals spanned by 400 bridges, thus irving it the charm Of Venice, minus the gondola, the singing gon- dolier and the aroma of garlic. Blooming flowers sprinkle canal banks, emphasizing Hollands dom ination in the art of flower growing. Nc won der Rembrandt loved this his native city.
 Amsterdam will never be gay capital. It Is stuffed tight with age old and traditional stolidity. The yesperal hour thunders with cathe- dral chimes. The streets are empty at 10 D. m Shops. stores, cafes and bote,s are not permitted to sell any thing to tale out after s in the eve ming. Customs never die.
 I am an insomniac traveller and vas aw.lke before dawn crept over the city O. canals and bridges. Last night it occurred 10 me that m strange lands one should eat tue dishes of the country. I thought ''p a howl Of schmeerkase for breai- fast and forgot 1t. But on my trAN vas a half-moon slice of bright vel low cheese.
 Prouling early around this ancient hospice with it's vast lobby an1 echoing corridors I found the el"- yator man formerly worked at the old Marlf orougr on Broadway anI married a fraulein from Hoboken. The port.r's assistant was born n Cjncinnati's Overtime Rhine, and his father was Moerlcin breWmasteT' He had not heard old Wielerts h1d closed There was place
 One Of the nearby suburbs of Amsterdam, through which we drove. is Bruekelen. IL is the ht,le town for which Brooklyn was nam ed Here you dodge bicycles instead of trolley cars.
 The size of the beds in Holland nrompted me to measure mine. It was 12 feet wide, making room for all three of us-wife, dog and my self In fact Billy was so far away re gave me big fright l thought he was a mouse.
 Out my window this noon on the banks of the Amstcl I saw one O. those Dutch paintings in real life an old woman in Holland white bon net with vanished wooden neckyok" and basket attached 10 each end of dangling ropes She footed a strange sounding horn. and I tried to attract her attention. I don't know what she