The Washington times., 1932-12-21

Of the day. Surely there must
be q column in Carthage,
foreign race course and a Tu-
nisian tea dansant. Let us see.
The City Of Carthage
Carthage. Once upon a time
which saves me the trouble
of looking up' the date-the
largest city in the entire world.
A city that was more than IS
miles in circumference, If I'm
not too fresh. A city Of vast
wealth, beautiful architecture
and undisputed splendor. A
city Of magnificence, pleasure,
slavery and sin.
Today, in order to visualize
what must have been, you need
nothing more than a fairly good
imagination. The excavations
are pitifully small, but the few
things that have been done are
sufficient to make you marvel
at the immensity Of the wealth
that must have been there at
one time. To get the same
type Of thrill, just get yourself
q picture Of Wall Street.
Seriously, though, I did get
. grand kick as I marched
around and over the buried city
Of Carthage. Nobody knows
and the most colossal estimate
may be ridiculouSly small-the
amount Of wealth that is lying
but q few feet beneath the sur
face Of the earth. Whenever
the natives dig, and heaven help
them if they're caught digging,
they find rare coins and pre-
cious carvings that are worth
fortunes today.
And what is being done about
It. Practically nothing. Twenty
five miles Of territory that holds
tremendous SumS-and no more
than two or three city blocks
excavated over a period Of some
sixty years.
It seems almost inconceivable,
yet there it is. Fortunes but a
few feet underground, and
neither the -Arab nor the French
government doing anything
about it. The thing fascinated
me so much that, when I re-
turned to the hotel, I asked one
Of the Arab merchants about
the situation.
why don't they dig and keep
digging?" I inquired. Every
thing is there. You have a num-
ber of people here who are out
Of work. Why don't they keep
excavating?"
Maybe they WILL" the mer.
chant replied. Some day."
That's Africa.
Now for the races. 1 should
have mentioned the races first
and then written about Car.
thage. But that's the way I am.
Always putting the Carthage be-
fore the horse. Phew!
Friendly Race Horses
v At any rate, the ponies and
the riders at the Tunis race
track are just as friendly as they
were in Rome. The nags run
but once a week and the entries
very seldom vary. First one
horse wins, and then his pal in
the next stall wins.
The prizes are small. There
were seven races today-and
the total prize money for the
81 horses that finished first,
second and third amounted to
less than $4,000. Furthermore,
it's nothing unusual for the
same horse to be entered in four
or five races. The horse that
won the third race ran in the
fourth race, too!
But it's fun, I suppose. The
track is very beautiful and the
view is absolutely superb. More,
I had a rather amusing expert
ence during the running of the
third race.
picked out a nag named
Savannah-No. z on The pro-
gram-and slapped down a
few bobs on his nose. When
the horses paraded past, I saw
that Savannah held a colored
Jockey. That strengthened my
hunch and, right after the
start, / began to root.
That's most unusual down
here because nobody utterE a
word during the running Of a
race. People looked at me in
amazement as I howled to suit
myself. No. Z and No. 8 were
running neck and neck, and it