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Buenos Aires, Argentina.

A brief description of Buenos Aires is given under the pictures
of that great city. We wish to call your attention to the letter
from Rotarian Colmo of the Buenos Aires Rotary Club. He says that
when the boys of Camp Greenville see the stones from other countries
they "will intuitively realie that all those countries are sincere
friends of their own country." That is the through we wish the boys
of Camp Greenville to have engraved on their hearts. We have much to
learn from the countries of South America in friendship and racial
understanding. Races seem to mingle there without the bitterness,
prejudice, injustice which we see in some parts of our own country
as well as in other parts of the world.

Our thanks to the Rotarians of Buenos Aires!

[Black and white photograph of a metal statue of a bird of prey on a balustrade overlooking a park in the city.]
©Publishers' Photo Service

THE SQUARE AND MONUMENT IN BUENOS AIRES WHICH COMMEMORATE THE INDEPENDENCE OF ARGENTINA

In 1910 the Argentine Republic celebrated the centennial of the Revolution de Mayo, by which the people renounced allegiance to Spain. Many
countries presented the republic with commemorative statuary symbolic of the occasion, the gift of the United States being a life-size bronze figure
of George Washington.

AND SO BUENOS AIRES AT LAST

Swift transition from empty wilderness
to civilization's refined works is almost as-
tounding here. Magnificent summer hotels
with well-kept golf courses dot the beaches,
as your near Montevideo. Big stockyards
remind you of Kansas City. On a pack-
ing plant you see the name "Swift" in big
white letters. Ten minutes only we stop
for gas and mails in this great, busy city
of nearly half a million ; then up and off,
over the wide, muddy mouth of the great
River Plate.

In the long trip from Rio we had seen
hardly a ship, but now here came a great
parade of merchant vessels, flying flags of
many sea-trading nations. A double line
of buoys marks the channel, which hugs
the south shore of the Plate and forms a
busy lane to the sea. Like the Rhine, the
Plate carries a colossal tonnage.

We jump a fog bank and get another
look at the long line of ships. It seems
like some big nation's navy cruising in re-
view past a king.

Then beyond, like a mirage in desert
haze, we glimpse the majestic skyline of
Buenos Aires, metropolis of South Amer-
ica- our goal, after 10,000 miles of fly-
ing over strange lands, up hidden rivers,
around volcanoes, across forests primeval,
and the jungle wastes of trackless Tropics.
Smoky, foggy, serrated with skyscrapers,
tall chimneys, radio towers, masts, fun-
nels, cranes, derricks, it emerges from the
blurred etching as our plane speeds closer
at 100 miles an hour. Pilots always want
to spurt the last few leagues. Higher we
climb for a better view, and see a vast,
solid, far-flung prairie city, flat as Chicago,
stretching miles and miles ; and still farther
away, in the red haze of foggy sunset, the
everlasting pampas.

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