The Washington times., 1933-02-23


Turkish naval officer. He was
completely outfitted the day we
sailed, and we got to talking
shortly after the boat had left
port. Since he was in the ser.
vice, I asked him the question
that I have asked so many
others while I was in both
Greece and Turkey.
Real Good Pals
you're in the Turkish ser
vice." I said, "and maybe you
can give me a straight answer.
Are the Turks and the Greeks
really friends now? Or will
the same trouble crop out
again as it did shortly after
the WARP"
He shook his head.
Positively not" he replied.
I'VE understand one another
now, and we have definitely
progressed since our private lit
tie war ended in 1928. The
Greek admires the Turk-and
the Turk admires the Greek.
We are moving ahead to pros
perity on that basis"
I looked at him.
I'm glad to hear that" I
asserted, "but I hope you're
quite positive. Some of the
things I've seen and heard do
not quite bear out your state
ment. Are you quite sure?"
He smiled.
Quite" he returned.
We reached the outskirts Of
Athens today, and the boat
docked for a few hours. My
Turkish naval officer was wait
ing to go ashore, and he was
no longer wearing his uniform.
He had donned civilian attire
instead.
whats the idea of the
changer" I asked. Yesterday,
you-"
He interrupted me quickly.
"Shhh," he cautioned. "ThoSe
Greeks have spies everywhere.
They'd never let me ashore
with a naval uniform. You
don't know what terrible people
they really are"
ErinYoIc0
There's a barber on this boat,
although, until this evening, I
didn't know it. It's probably
just as well, because, on these
seas, he'd probably be shaving
a knee cap every time he
reached for my face.
I learned the great secret
when two Frenchmen, 10th of
whom must be in secocd class
because I haven't seen them
since the boat pulled out, ap-
peared on deck and took two
chairs very close to where I
was reclining in mine Both
of them were evidently attampt-
ing to improve their English
because they kept employing
our lingo extensively.
First-Hand Lesson
"Where is Jacques?" asked
the first one impatiently.
Thought told you," replied
the second. HE is downstairs
getting the shave from the bar
ber."
"Barber?" I heard the first one
repeat rather incredulously. us
there really a barber en- this
boat?"
The second one said there
most certainly was. Thev drift
ed off into French for a few
moments and I lost interest.
But pretty soon, Jacques ap-
peared. I knew he had appear
ed from the hurriel outcry
that came from the other two.
Jacques" heard them cry
ing, what has happen? What
has that man do to you?"
I looked around at jacques.
And by his appearance, the
outcry was reasonable enough.
For the poor guy had evidently
been given a shave that might
have gone down in history. His
face was positively raw, and sew
eral strips of the old-fashicned,
white plaster were pasted on
different spots around his
kiSser.
I couldn't catch jacques re-
ply because it was Offered most
violently in French. He drew
up a chair and kepG talking
and talking. Suddenly, as if
remembering that he must talk
in English as much as possible,
he went into our language again.
And so help me, Hannah, this
is what he said:
"The very second the barber
is cut me the first time, I knew
he was no good. But what
could I do? Could I walk out
from a shop where d shave
and tonic costs only cents?"