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About The Bonneville Dam chronicle. (Bonneville, Or.) 1934-1939 | View Entire Issue (Aug. 7, 1936)
U i DAV. T H h II O N NK V I L L K I» A M O II II O N I C I , E ArOl HT 7, H»-*« r k a Street Scene in Fes, Morocco Of the three parts of Fez—old, new. and newest — unquestionably F RABAT is the b ra in of M o the most Interesting is the first, El rocco. Fez is its h e a r t A l Bali. To see It one must enter most equidistant fro m th e on foot or in the saddle, for vehicles Atlantic and the M e d it e r r a cannot pass through its steep and nean. and nearly a h u n d re d m ile s narrow lanes. from either is this sto rie d c ity , s till From Bab Undid (The Iron Gate) the political and religious c e n te r of a carriage road runs inside the Morocco. walls around the edge of the city From a hillside one looks d o w n , to the new gate of Bou Jeloud, is wonder and a d m ira tio n , on th e where Fez Djedid touches the older tree-shaded valley in w h ich lie s town. Along it modern civiliza coce-turbulent, alw ay s-ex o tic. now - tion fringes the ancient city, for it peaceful Fez. It is a c h e s s b o a r d , passes by the Auvert hospital, a checkered in countless tin y s q u a r e s French post office, the British con which are the flat roofs of its m y ri- sulate. the bureau of municipal id bouses, the edge nf th e b o a r d services, a military club, and a being the lofty city w alls. museum housed in separate parts Rather, there a re tw o c h e s s of an old palace, tho Dar Batha, boards: Fez El Bali. F e z th e O ld ; and by the lovely gardens of Dar and higher along the s te e p s lo p e Beida, another imperial palace now ii Fez Djedid, Fez the N ew . I t used only to shelter the resident general when he visits Fez. was new in A D. 1276. Like chessmen left s c a t t e r e d None of the Arab buildings con aimlessly about the b o a rd s ta n d verted to modern uses has been the slender m inarets of th e m a n y Europeanized in outward appear mosques. On every sid e r is e th e ance and so they do not detract bills crowned with fo rts old a n d from the native aspect of the city. new, fortj built by lo n g -d e a d su l- Leaving them one plunges down tsns to cow their re b e llio u s s u b steep lanes, dreary and desolate, jects within the city, o th e rs e r e c te d between the blank walls of tall bj the French to d e fe n d F e z houses almost windowiess on the against the B erber trib e s o u ts id e street side, some as high as a five- the walls. story London dwelling. They shut Beyond the rounded h ills, a w a y out the sky in the winding alleys. to the south, are h ig h e r m o u n ta in s Dismal as is their outward ap covered with snow in w in te r. B u t pearance. many are the residences to summer the a rid s te p p e s a r e of rich and noble Moors, and the waist-high in flowers. interiors are light and luxurious. The privacy of their pleasant gar ? n «ppears now a s It d id ! jk®u<h the long c e n tu rie s of M os- dens is guarded by eunuchs. There domination, since A ra b in v a d - the fah occupants of the harem ® I* som ew here a b o u t A. D. may cast aside their veils and ugly . as it was b efo re e v e r th e shrouding garments, and shine in ln“deli entered it e x c e p t a s s la v e s all the splendor of massive jewelry j* ** missions of C h ris tia n s t a t e s and the bright hues of silken •««king to p r o p itia te th e dresses that Arab and Berber ladies wear. Seated on the ground with their ft remains as It w as w h e n s till °me of the S h erifian r u le r s , backs against the walls of these houses are beggars, singly or in irti.r Capital* the e n lig h te n e d , groups, mostly blind. c, magnificent c ity s e c o n d to Here three men squat side by aU Islam, w h en in th e side, companions in misery. They i r J r CCnlury b o a s te d 785 are silent, their chins on their » S o u s e 480 innS' Snd 120,000 p r l * chests. In a sudden movement the three heads are lifted simul hark! a h u m m in g d r o n e taneously, the haggard faces and venei-aki a ir’ and o v e r th e sightless eyes upturned, t h r e e C * ,CIty flies an a ir p la n e . hands thrust out begging bowls, the soil ^ eS the sky ®bove a n d and three voices chorus in perfect *Mow to Ratal Sultan U * time a long-drawn appeal for alms I A Street of Misery *• Yet U nspoilt "In the name of Allah, give us *ecently o p e n e d to th e of your charity! You who have riches, pity the poorl You who lQd of deeD inf62 ‘S 38 y e t ^ P 0111 Iti size .,P n terc st to th e t r a v e le r . have eyes, be merciful to the blind! Alms! In to + S * r - F ro m e n d God will requite ye! the name of the Prophet, give us Measure, t tlie twin «‘ties it 1103 today i«U rkm ileS' I ts P ° P u I a * alms!" The three voices cease together, lag fewe/th! ® ^ Ut 10700°- ‘n c lu d - *r* ^rded *n 0,000 Israelites who the three bowls are swiftly with Quarter 0f F°ge0lcr in the Jewilh drawn, the three heads are low The V Pez °iedid. ered, chin to chest again—-all in mnauuants, to be * * mostly ml°ivel in n La rinh^ Ville i Unt» * «0 be perfect unison. lwnd Nouvelle, A bell rings clear and sweet; about 9,600. nr’.nrir»-»’'« and up the steep lane hobbles a jrench, with a spr ragged man hugging under his left “rt» wd Italians. arm a wet and bloated hairy thing tr N »tlon»l I B o c lvtT. like the swollen carcass of a drowned dog. It Is a goatskin water bag with the hair left on. The bearer is selling the liquid and clangs the bright brass bell In his right hand to attract attention. Before the French protectorate over Morocco was established, the British government once sent a mission to the Sultan in Fez with letters and presents. Attached to it was a Scots Guards subaltern —he is a peer and a general today. He had visited the country on leave several times, so he was chosen to go with the mission. When it rode in state into Fez, he was mounted on a big mule and clad in the full-dress scarlet and gold of his regiment, with the bearskin —the "hairy hat," as admiring Dublin street urchins call it—on his head. Tall and handsome, he pre sented a striking figure in his gor geous uniform and appealed to the crowds lining the route to the Im perial palace. But the bearskin busby puzzled them. "What is that he has on his head?" cried a wondering citi zen in the front rank of the spec tators. A newspaper correspondent in Morocco, riding in the procession, had lived many years in the coun try and spoke Arabic fluently. He turned in his saddle and answered the enquirer loudly in the verna cular. "That is a water bag. His sul tan has allowed him to wear it as a mark of honor for putting out a fire in his town." The lane narrows into an alley barely nine feet wide, covered over with a trellis-work of long, dried reeds on which lie withering the leaves of a spreading vine which in summer gives a welcome shade. Street of Shops The alley is lined with booths, for it is the beginning of the fa mous souks. Souk means a mar ket; but here, as in Tunis, it desig nates a street of shops; and in eastern cities the shops that sell the same things are grouped to gether. Thus the Souk El Attarine is the street of the perfume sellers, who vend, besides scents, the large, brightly decorated Marabout can dles to be burned before shrines. In the Souk El Khiyatine, tailors’ street, the knights of the needle ply their trade, and burnooses, je- labs (short-sleeved woolen cloaks), baggy breeches, and other gar ments are sold. When night comes, the shopkeep ers put up and lock the shutters on their establishments. They go off to their evening meal at a native restaurant or to drink a cup of sweetened coffee at a Moorish cafe before returning to their sleeping mats in a room like a rabbit warren. SEVEN IIIH IIIIIIIII....... Through A W OM AN’S EYES ii iii iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii;iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin “IF I ONLY HAD THAT" ** \ \ 7 HY do single women believe YV that if they were married, life would be one sweet song? No matter what troubles they experi ence they attribute them to being unmarried. They seem to think that all a married woman has to do is take life easy while her husband slaves for her all day, utilizing his spare time to relieve her of any lit tle responsibilities and chase care from her brow. With the strength of male shoulders to lean upon, a woman can have no troubles—and perish the thought of the male him self constituting a problem. "A girl I have in mind, who, com plaining of the ‘breaks’ she had not got, countered every argument of her married friend with ’but you have a husband to take care of you’ is the case in point which has brought me to you about this. The girl is otherwise intelligent. That’s the surprising part of it." Perhaps our reader is exaggerat ing in attributing the viewpoint of this girl to "single women.” As far as I have been able to observe it is by no means the viewpoint of all single women that having a husband is synonymous with being free of all care. How could this be so, when most of them have married friends. However, it is not surprising that a single girl or unmarried woman who is discontented, who is not sat isfied with her lot should imagine that if she were married she would be happy. In the battle with life, whenever we feel the burden of oux particular assignment of difficulties, it is natural for all of us to focus our consciousness of failure or frus tration on one thing that we want and have not got. "If only I had that” or "if only this would happen, everything would be all right!" There is no greater or more general delusion than the panacea. Marriage with the right man, a home and children are something that every woman naturally wants to start with. If the “every" is in accurate, let us say “has at some time wanted or taken for granted." What more natural then on those days when things go wrong, or at those periodic stock-takings when we are all inclined more to add up our losses than to count our bless ings—than that the usual delusion, "If I only had this—if only that would happen” should in the case ol the single woman focus on having a husband. It takes only some observation and experience to convince us that no one boon or the lack of it can make anyone’s life happy or un happy. The point seems to be. “The fault. Dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings!" ® B ell Syndic& te.—W N U S ervice. B E D T IM E S T O R Y By THORNTON JERRY’S FEARS ARE ENDED a week Jerry Muskrat con F OR tinued to find good things to eat at several cf his favorite eating places, things of which he was very fond, and which had been put there by the stranger, who visited the Laughing Brook and the Smiling Pool every day. At first, as you know, Jerry had been very sus picious. He had feared a trap at each of those places where the good things were. But he had found no trace of a trap, and by the end of the week he had ceased to think of traps at all. The result was that now Jerry thought of nothing but the good Selling Wives Is Common Custom in Central Asia Official attempts have failed to suppress wife bartering among the tribes inhabiting the Turkestan plateau in Central Asia. Here, t r u e to immemorial custom, shrewd merchants haggle over the prices of women herded together in the village market or bazaar like sheep or camels. Frequently, reveals a writer in London Tit-Bits magazine, young girls are kid naped from their mountain homes and forced into marriage, their own parents sometimes being at the back of these revolting trans actions. With the wealthier tribes men all keeping big harems, the Asiatic marriage markets are al ways busy. About a century ago, sales of wives were publicly tolerated in England. In March, 1802, at the market Cross, Chapel-en-le-Frith, a laborer, though bidding opened briskly, could get no more than Ils. for his wife, a child, and a few oddments of furniture. That same year a butcher’s wife, put up for sale at Hereford, fetched 11 4s. and a bowl of punch. Some husbands even negotiated t h e i r wives on leasehold terms. Strap ping provincial lasses, caught by London wife traders, were general ly disposed of at Smithfleld, their average price being 15s. JEAN NEWTON 0-u Had the Stranger Had a Gun Jerry Would Have Kept Out of Sight. W. BURGESS interest in me and brings me all these good things, and I don’t care. I hope he’ll keep right on bringing me apples, carrots, and such things. They certainly do taste good to me. Yes, siree, they certainly do taste good to me." Sometimes the stranger came early in the morning and sometimes he came late in the afternoon. Al ways he left something for Jerry and Jerry was very grateful. Those feasts saved him a lot of time and trouble hunting for food. This gave him more time to work on his house and make it ready for winter. Jerry had a feeling that the winter was going to be a hard one, and he in tended to be fully prepared for it. So he worked hard making the roof and walls of his house thicker than usual and making his tunnels in the banks of the Smiling Pool so that no matter how hard the winter might be, he would be quite com fortable. Jerry so lost all fear of that stranger that sometimes he would work when he knew that the strang er was watching him. However, he always took care to see that the stranger had no gun with him. Had the stranger had a gun Jerry would at once have been suspicious and would have kept out of sight As it was, he would keep right on work ing until the stranger left, and then hurry over to see what he had left for him. Jerry was very happy and quite without fear. ® T. W. B u rg ess.— W N U Servlc*. things to eat and scrambled up on the bank and the old log which lay partly in the water, as carelessly as he had been in the habit of do ing before the stranger appeared. His one thought was to get those good things the stranger so thought fully left there for him. No longer was he troubled by any uncomfort able suspicions. “I don’t believe that this is the trapper of whom Billy Mink and Bobby Coon warned me," thought Jerry. "It must have been some one else who set those traps for Billy Mink. This is a friend. I don’t know why he takes so much Eclipse Affects Animals Observers in the wilds have recorded that during an eclipse the most savage animals crouched in terror in the deepest valleys or slunk away to hide in the jungle. During one eclipse, which lasted five hours in the middle of a clear tropical day, observers in the Phil ippines noted that acacia trees closed their leaves as at night, dew fell, chickens went to roost, and the natives knelt down in ter rified supplication to their saints until the shadow passed from the sua.—Çearson’» Weekly,
