August 1, 1913] 



THE INDIA RUBBER WORLD 



557 



midsummer there, and quite hot. Finally we sighted Lobo 

 Island, and passing between it and the sandy shore of the 

 mainland we were in the mouth of the River Plate. While 

 we were ploughing up its coffee-colored flood we ran into 



Once in the city, it impressed one as being patterned after 

 Paris. The "Avenida" is a wonderful street lined with beauti- 

 ful buildings and crowded with jewelry stores. No city in 

 the world has the like. Any attractive novelty sells here, 

 no matter what the price may be, for Buenos Aires is the 

 center of everything Argentine. It is the Mecca of all of the 



The \\i<iih<, Mr. 



W'li.sax. Manager, anu Mr. Smith, 

 Superintendent. 



a "rampero,'' a cold wind of the "Texan Norther" order, which 

 l)roniptly brought the thermometer down to 30 or 40 degrees, 

 and instead of sweating we were all shivering. 



Be it noted, the River Plate is not attractive from a scenic 

 viewpoint. It is from thirty to one hundred miles in width, 

 and the channel, excellently buoyed, is never more than 

 twenty - three 

 feet deep. Big 

 b oats there- 

 fore cannot get 

 up to Buenos 

 .Aires. 



The city 

 from the dis- 

 tance, with its 

 big grain ele- 

 vators and ciilil 

 storage plants, 

 reminds one of 

 Chicago. ^\'e 

 followed a 

 1 o n g proces- 

 sion of steam- 

 ers up the nar- 

 row channel 

 and finally tied 

 up at fine 

 granite docks 

 in a basin that 

 is almost in 

 tlic city's cen- 

 ter. 



The Aduana 

 oassed our lug- 

 gage quickly 

 and politely, 



and soon we were at the Plaza, the best hotel, where they 

 charge $12 a day for room and bath and joyfully extort an 

 even larger rate for meals. 



The Falls of Igassu. 



A. MONO THE Cattlemen. 



well-to-do lor the whole country, and it is here that the 

 money made from the vast wheat lields and cattle ranches is 

 lavishly spent. It is a busy city full of electric cars, that al- 

 most crowd one off the narrow sidewalks; the people alert, 

 careless, and in spite of the many beautiful saloons, wonder- 

 fully sober. There are magnificent public buildings, a jockey 

 club that holds horse races almost daily — with horses that 

 are wonders — and incidentally makes millions annually ; and 

 so on. Then only a short distance away is the other side of 

 the picture, the picturesque ranch and farm life shown on as 



large a scale 

 as anywhere in 

 the world. 



But about 

 the rubber fac- 

 tory. It is 

 owned by the 

 India Rubber, 

 Gutta Percha 

 & Telegraph 

 Works at Sil- 

 vertown, Eng- 

 land. Mr. Wil- 

 son, the maTi- 

 ager, whom I 

 met at their 

 well appointed 

 rubber store in 

 the city, took 

 me to the mill. 

 It is situated 

 far out beyond 

 the Golf Club, 

 and while not 

 close to the 

 river, so flat is 

 the land that 

 in time of high 

 water they go 

 to it in boats 

 instead of carriages. The factory makes small molded goods, 

 battery jars and valves, and perforce repairs all of the city's 

 tires, even tho they be nearly beyond help. 



