The Washington times., 1936-10-09

IDorLd against Leo hter1n ana n.
r. EkinS, riUdl ne1DSpGpern1e1l,
in an effort to be the first back
in NeD York after a globe-girdl-
ing trip OF three DeekS or less.
All are using only regular pas
Senger-c1rrying transportation.
Copyright. 1885. by International News
Service and New York Evening JOurnaD
JODHPUR. India. Oct. - I'm.
S.).-Miss Dorothy KiIgallen ar
rived here at 1888 p. m, G. NJ.
T.. today.
BY DOROTHY KILGALLEN
KARACHI, India, Oct. 9
GNS0.-Right smack in the
middle of the hottest stretch in
the world 1 was dumped like a
dab of gooey butter into fry
ing pan during the warmeSt part
of the day today.
The fellow who named Karachi
must have sneezed at the time,
but I don't see how he caught
cold even with the Gandhi cos
tunes they wear, or don't wear,
around here.
We sort of drifted into India
like a wisp of steam from Shar-
jah, Arabia, at 2:10 p. m. Knock
1917 hours-which hope to
make up in sleep when I get
back home-off that and you II
have Eastern Standard Time.
A little less than two hours later
we took off-Leo Kieran still
along-on the regular transindia
service plane for Jodhpur.
Heat Reputation Justified
The Arabian sky was thick with
stars when we left Sharjah and
bade our sheikish sentinels good
by to soar off across the Gulf OF
Oman along the Persian coast.
The Simmering. leaden heat in
Fort Beau GeSte" at Sharjah
warned us that the reputation OF
the Persian and West Indian
coast as the worlds hell-hole was
justified, and conviction grew as
we sailed into the sun.
The first Indian stop came at
Gwadar at 10 o'clock, and there
we had our first meal of the day.
The seasoned British officers,
some of whom had lived in India
many years, advised me that spicy
foods kept one cool.
Curry For Breakfast
So had curry-for breakfast.
The inevitable lamb, hotter than
the weather, with pulao rice, and
picked cocoanut, and cooling
chutney, and bottle of India
pale ale, shipped out from Eng
land.
I believe, too. that the curry,
although it burned my mouth and
made me weep, later on did make
me feel cooler. so it's curry again
for dinner tonight at Jodhpur.
All the while we ate, the Pun
kah-Wallas kept up Swishi swish1
with the overhead fans, like you
see in the movies.
Champ Fly Swatter
But back in the plane, I had to
do my own swiShing, and won
the fly-swatting championship OF
the trip.
I have to laugh at my English
officer companions. They are all
in shorts, trying to keep cool, but
they are so formal they won't re-
move their heavy, dress-unltorm
tunicS.
Sharjah looked pretty big on
my map, but I guess they must
have made the dot life-size. We
breezed in there from Baghdad at
6.10 p. m. yesterday, and found
the wireless station, the only
means of communication with the
outside world, closed for the night.
Fort Guarded
This fort has a purpose. Its
stern stone walls and battlements
and four towers were built to
guard the big imperial airways
liners from the fierce Arab tribes
men.
For the first time on this long
trip through many lands, I felt
a real foreboding sense Of dan
ger. A special guard was posted
around the fort, made up of Arab
tribesmen furnished by the local
Sheik.
Bearded, unkempt, with long
scimitars in their belts, they
looked for all the world like they
might themselves have been a
gang of Ali Babas.
So I slept my last Arabian night
within the fort, sitting and chok-
ing with oppressive heat.