Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-08-17
MOVIE PICTURES
MADE OF SHADOWS
Cloud Views Reproduced as
U. S. AviatorS Fly Over
Victoria Mountains.

south for Rio. For you can go Roll
ing Down TO Rio now on big ferry
boats of the sky. giant seaplanes that
ply between the two Americas" writes
Frederick Simpich National Geographic
Society correspondent, with the party
surveying air routes from Washington
TO BIenoS Aires.
Swimming low 10 see the country,
We came to the vast plantations on the
rich, green plains about CampoS. Horses
and cattle by thousands grazed there;
many herds Stampeded when we roared
q few yards above them Poems, cutting
sugar cane and loading it on big OK
carts. waved their matchets at lis. Over
muddy roads plodding ORLEANS hauled
the heavy cane carts to the smoking
sugar mill, or central as it is known
to all the worlds cane workers. Field
overseers in white suits sat about on
sleek saddle horses.
Fine Scenery Depicted.
"On our whole flight from Washing
ton, no stretch of scenery has been
more graphic and absorbing. 1t was
like a 100-mile panel or mural OF
Country Life in Brazil with farm folk
gardening, feeding pigs. chopping wood,
milking or loafing. Children were at
play, one group with goat harnesSed
to a little wagon; at every farm house
chickens ran for cover, thinking us
big hawk:
us. 1t shut out a world-famed view
we had waited for-the flock of odd,
queer-shaped mountain rocks about
Rio. These are a curiosity. They look
almost artificial, as though on the
earth. vet not of it. You fancy that
some big David on another planet used
his sling to llurl these boulders through
space at our world, with Rio as his
bull's-eye.
when hole of light showed ahead,
Pilot Hawkins gave the big Nyrba plane
all the motors had and we fairly raced
for that cloud break. And there was
Rio, overcast. but visible, with its
famous mountain, The Finger of GOD,
teaching up and poking into low clouds.
City of Many Angles.
'From the air you see Rio, not as one
big city unit like Chicago; big city,
yes-with more than 100000, but
broken into Kaleidoscope parts that are
tucked into valleys, set on points of
land, spread in the graceful bends OF
beautiful blue bays, or clinging like
Tibetan monasteries to steep. wooded
hills. And boldly split straight through
the ir1lm inse, opulent city, runs the
famous Avenida Rio Branco. 1t Is Rios
main artery now. Few other cities on
earth would have equal munlclpal
courage to let engineers do what Rio
let them do. You need long, fine
wide avenue right through your crowded
city, the planners said. Rio answered
%. k and they tore down hundreds
Of buildings, and now here is Rio Branco,
a new Fifth avenue, Champs Elysees
STILL you see workrnen dynamitlng rocky
hills away to make building lots or ex-
tend boulevardS, or washing away giant
rIa hoxbc Will hUdral1li streams
in Seattle boom days
''Scenically, INTELLECTUALLY, Rio star
ties you with its theatrical character.
From my hotel window the sky line
looks like a string of fantastic palaces
at some world fair And the long water
front is unique. No dirty docks, smelly
warehouses, ran1shackle wharf cafes and
sailors boarding houses. Instead, you
ride from the dignified American en-
baSsy at one end of a glittering bay
front boulevard around to a race course
at the other, with club buildings grace
full as ancient temples in Egypt.
Street Cars Like Fireflies.
Like a colossal FREELY an Illuminated
aerial tram car crawls up its cable,
carrying sightseers to view glittering
Rio at night, from the peak of Sugar
Loaf Mountain. High up along the top
of an old Roman-like aqueduct, which
brought city water in Portuguese days,
a street car line now rumbles, and
hordes of democratic Brazilians ride the
street cars for the sheer pleasure of
seeing their home town. Highways,
smooth and hard, wind into surrounding
hills, to give breath-taking views of the
far-fiung city and its majestic island
studded bay atop one peak is risen a
heroic stone figure Of Christ, with arms
outstretched over Rio.
aT-ic Maui T1ra1 oicrp oil
blend here. Tree-shaded boulevard
cafes; long files Of Fifth avenue style
buses and ferry to Nichteroy, across
the bay, of the same form that ferries
you from Market street over to Oak
land. Aristocratic homes, as on old Mob
Hin. Infinite coffee shops, for coffee is
more popular here than spirits. And
more French spoken, around hotels,
theaterS and intellectual centers, than
the average American hears even in
Paris
above all, the Brazilian himself. A
snew race, I'm a way; at least new
racial mixture, descended from Indians
and those who migrated here. More
than half of Brazil's population, and
practically all its city jewellers. are of
this racial anlalgsmation, and the mod
erns are proud to be called 'Brazilieros.
It is q social error to call them Portu-
guese Foot ball is their fetish Be
fore the sumptuous buildings of big
dailies crowds block traffic to read the
foot bali scores. Foot ball is above
politics, horse races, news from Europe
even above the coffee quotations.
"PulI the Teeth" Street.
"Rio, as you see il now. is a new
town. Quaint old sections remain, re-
mindful of Portuguese days. Thsre is
Rua Ouvidor. like many other narrow
streets, closed to al vehicular traffic-a
fayorite promenade. where you're sure
TO meet whoever you're looking for
Old streets too with old-fashioned
names, such as Pull the Teeth Street
where old men peddle live chickens in
panniers borne by relled mules.
But the conspicuous phase of Rio.
especially when you approach 1t via the
small backward coast towns from the
Amazon data southwark, Is its bright,
spotless newness. Vast fortunes in re-
cent years have CONT from real estate
Skyscrapers rise to challenge the hills
and plague the souls Of artistic con-
seryatives. / found the American COM
n1ercial attache in 22-story building
put up by one of Rios II dsilies From
his window YOU see the bay, with big
ships from everywhere; seaplanes COM
ing and going. and many war craft of
th- Brazilian feet whose personnel is
trained by Yankee naval mission of
80 officers and men who give their dash
of color To the local American colony.s
Picturesque Bay at Sunset.
what a bay at sunset Serrated
blue hills saving int golden skies: boats
etched against white beaches; shadow
ripples sweeping the gun-protscted
steamer lanes between fortified hills;