xx Arabia

ports of call world then strange fascinating lands back in us bit us revel in their exotic spenders come with us that we had for ports of call

on the eastern shore of the blue Mediterranean lies an age old land its mountains are worn with the march of centuries its golden sands gleam under the desert sky the names of its ancient cities ring like the chime of bells Baghdad, Mecca, Damascus, Jerusalem.

Come with us to Arabia, our port to call. Slowly our boat navigates to dangerous reef, the guards, the port of Jaffa. There is but one narrow entrance, and we may thank our lucky star for clear weather in the calm sea.

No one lands at Jaffa when it is storming. At last, we've passed through the reef and anchored in the crowded heart. Come on Helen, now we won't have time to look around Joffe before I train these for Jerusalem.

I'm coming, but where's Ralph? Right there by the rail, I'll get him. Ralph, come on over there. You know what I just heard? This harbor is where they landed the cedars of Lebanon for the building of Solomon's Temple.

They actually floated them all the way down the coast from Syria. You two don't know how we're going to have to go, Charlem, for those fruits. I'm ready to go. Vice President. Vice President Orange is coming down.

Not much. I'm not going to explore the Phoenician ruins of Jaffa with a bag of oranges under my arm. It doesn't seem possible it were only 35 miles from Jerusalem. No, I can hardly wait this year.

Jerusalem. Today the meeting place for people of every race of 100 Greeks. In the narrow twisting streets, God Arabs enricate billowing robes, Jassal America and European tourists. Turks, Greeks, Armenians, Syrians, Jewish patriarchs, patriarchs pass in an unending and colorful throng. The bizzars and coffeehouses are crowded, and from the confusion of voices comes snatches of a dozen tongues in as many minutes. Small