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Atres Artes, v. 1, issue 3, 1946
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Fantasy Article Atres Artes by Pvt. Russ Whitman I had to have a look at it in the clear light of day before darkness came, for I wanted to see everything. So I left the restaurant and the Red Cross club with some regrets, as it would likely be a long time before another treat like that would come along. It may sound foolish, but have you ever tried abstaining from hot dogs, hamburgers, mustard, catsup, ice cream, chops, steaks, fresh potatoes, fresh eggs, and milk for any length of time? These are only a few of the things that are mighty scarce for the boys overseas. As I left the building and headed for the main part of town, a voice on the radio In the Red Cross started singing "Home Sweet Home". There was a tight feeling in my throat when I heard a soldier yell, Turn that thing off!" Chapter II Karachi Is situated on the far western side of India at the extreme tip. It might well be called the gateway to India if it were not inland several miles arid therefore not a seaport. Travel tourist pamphlets inform the visitor in Karachi that he may view the hot water springs at Mangha Pir, a crocodile tank, the Hab river; or he might take a walk around the fort along the large breakwater; or that [take?] a moonlight boat ride. It was also permissible to visit the Hindu temple or take a camel ride across the dry bed of the Malir river, or view the ghandi Garden and zoo. The salt works, water works, oyster rocks, and several famous colleges and a race club all give the tourist attractive invitations. I thought It strange that the traveler's pamphlets failed to mention the real Karachi — the cavalcade of India today. Back in the states we had our own hot springs in Georgia, Missouri, Colorado, and other states. Some of the swimming pools back home could easily be substituted for crocodile tanks. Then too, we have our rivers, the Gunnison, Potomac, Mohawk, Mississippi, and a multitude of others. An interesting wals [walk?]? I recalled Red Rocks near Denver and Rock Creek Park of old D. C. A visit to the Hindu Temple? Well, that might prove worthwhile. But then, it was after admission hours. A camel ride? There was a footnote in the pamphlet that said, "in the daytime." So night camel rides were out. And who wanted to visit a zoo? I had seen every animal worth mentioning back home. Water works? That was old stuff. Race Clubs? Another daytime limitation. Don't misunderstand. I'm not trying to under-rate sight-seeing tours or scenery in India. But I had only a few hours to spend, and wanted to make them really count. Still trying to decide the most profitable pursuit for my time, I wandered down the street. How shall I describe a word picture of an Indian street? It is utterly cinematic—like something from another age, yet as real and appealing as a night in China Town. Yes, I decided that I would merely stand on the street comers, for a time and take in the whole scene before me. It wasn't particularly clean~in fact it was dirty, but to me it was symbolic of India herself. [The] street was narrow and straight, and as far as I could see, unnamed. Here was hum[anity?] of all shapes and sizes—a swirling, milling, motley blob of dervish, turbans, grey, blue, red, and every color of the rainbow; a cavalcade of civilization, bright earthenware gleaming in the fast descending sun; dhotis soiled and dhotis fresh and white, old men with long stubby beards, black and grey beards, old men with no beards at all. Boys and girls were running up and down, back and forth, chatteringly loudly; older boys and girls were chat~ Page 10
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Fantasy Article Atres Artes by Pvt. Russ Whitman I had to have a look at it in the clear light of day before darkness came, for I wanted to see everything. So I left the restaurant and the Red Cross club with some regrets, as it would likely be a long time before another treat like that would come along. It may sound foolish, but have you ever tried abstaining from hot dogs, hamburgers, mustard, catsup, ice cream, chops, steaks, fresh potatoes, fresh eggs, and milk for any length of time? These are only a few of the things that are mighty scarce for the boys overseas. As I left the building and headed for the main part of town, a voice on the radio In the Red Cross started singing "Home Sweet Home". There was a tight feeling in my throat when I heard a soldier yell, Turn that thing off!" Chapter II Karachi Is situated on the far western side of India at the extreme tip. It might well be called the gateway to India if it were not inland several miles arid therefore not a seaport. Travel tourist pamphlets inform the visitor in Karachi that he may view the hot water springs at Mangha Pir, a crocodile tank, the Hab river; or he might take a walk around the fort along the large breakwater; or that [take?] a moonlight boat ride. It was also permissible to visit the Hindu temple or take a camel ride across the dry bed of the Malir river, or view the ghandi Garden and zoo. The salt works, water works, oyster rocks, and several famous colleges and a race club all give the tourist attractive invitations. I thought It strange that the traveler's pamphlets failed to mention the real Karachi — the cavalcade of India today. Back in the states we had our own hot springs in Georgia, Missouri, Colorado, and other states. Some of the swimming pools back home could easily be substituted for crocodile tanks. Then too, we have our rivers, the Gunnison, Potomac, Mohawk, Mississippi, and a multitude of others. An interesting wals [walk?]? I recalled Red Rocks near Denver and Rock Creek Park of old D. C. A visit to the Hindu Temple? Well, that might prove worthwhile. But then, it was after admission hours. A camel ride? There was a footnote in the pamphlet that said, "in the daytime." So night camel rides were out. And who wanted to visit a zoo? I had seen every animal worth mentioning back home. Water works? That was old stuff. Race Clubs? Another daytime limitation. Don't misunderstand. I'm not trying to under-rate sight-seeing tours or scenery in India. But I had only a few hours to spend, and wanted to make them really count. Still trying to decide the most profitable pursuit for my time, I wandered down the street. How shall I describe a word picture of an Indian street? It is utterly cinematic—like something from another age, yet as real and appealing as a night in China Town. Yes, I decided that I would merely stand on the street comers, for a time and take in the whole scene before me. It wasn't particularly clean~in fact it was dirty, but to me it was symbolic of India herself. [The] street was narrow and straight, and as far as I could see, unnamed. Here was hum[anity?] of all shapes and sizes—a swirling, milling, motley blob of dervish, turbans, grey, blue, red, and every color of the rainbow; a cavalcade of civilization, bright earthenware gleaming in the fast descending sun; dhotis soiled and dhotis fresh and white, old men with long stubby beards, black and grey beards, old men with no beards at all. Boys and girls were running up and down, back and forth, chatteringly loudly; older boys and girls were chat~ Page 10
Artigo Fantasia Atres Artes por Pvt. Russ Whitman Eu tive que dar uma olhada em plena luz do dia antes que a escuridão viesse, eu queria ver tudo. Então deixei o restaurante e o clube Red Cross com alguns arrependimentos, já que provavelmente levaria um bom tempo para que outro presente como esse chegasse. Pode soar estupido, mas você já tentou se abster de hot dogs, hamburguers, mostarda, katchup, sorvete, chops, bifes, batatas frescas, ovos frescos e leite por qualquer intervalo de tempo? Essas são apenas algumas das coisas que estão altamente escassas para os garotos fora do continente. Conforme deixei o prédio e me dirigi para o centro da cidade, uma voz no rádio do Red Cross começou a cantar "Lar Doce Lar". Senti um aperto na garganta quando ouvi um soldado gritar, "Desligue isso!" Capítulo II
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