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Port of call. The world then, strains fascinating lands beckoneth, bid us revel in their exotic spenders,

come with us as we head for Port of Call. Only twenty years ago, our Port of Call cannot have been found upon any map. Today the whole world knows and admires it, for it is one of those miracle states born of the World War, a state whose people submerged for centuries by waves of foreign domination,

At last one through to the sunshine of national independence, we are about to visit colorful, inspiring Czechoslovakia, stretching its slender, verdant length across 600 miles of the heart of Central Europe. Czechoslovakia has no seacoast.

We cross Europe in a swift, modern train to reach Prague, for centuries the capital of the ancient kingdom of Bohemia, and since 1918, capital of the New Republic, Prague, called Prahab, by the natives, is a picturesque, good-natured city, rich in ancient monuments and in the enterprising modern spirit, which has already won for it an enviable place among the world's

leading commercial centers. The shops, lining the long central pliers of Delitis with their attractive merchandise, shoes and other leather goods, glassware, garnet jewel relays, and peasant embroideries in many brilliant colors. At the end of the square stands a heroic equestrian statue. It is the good king, Wenceslas, he who in the tenth century, first brought the

check tribes together in a political unit. Through the city flows the busy Blotava River, spanned by graceful bridges. On the heights of the farther bank looms the huge bulk of the ancient royal palace. Of incredible size, the palace covers several hundred acres. Its immense courtyard easily houses the imposing Gothic pile of St. Bivis Cathedral. One day in 1346,