THROUGH THE HEART OF HINDUSTAN 



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Photograph by Maynard Owen Williams 



A SECTION OE THE PEARL BAZAAR IN LAHORE 



Not all Indian women are "in purdah," or behind the curtain which shields them from 

 public observation. The harpies advertise their shame as vividly as the holy men do their 

 sanctity. Hypocrisy is indulged in only when it does not interfere with professional success. 



ness, one almost expected to find chalked 

 crosses added by Marjaneh to the robber 

 cipher which was to have undone the dull- 

 witted Ali Baba. 



MOSLEM WOMEN PIONEERS IN ADOPTING 

 SOCKS 



In a sunny corner, wedged between 

 mud walls, an open-air tailor shop turned 

 snowy masses of white cotton cloth into 

 the latest style of masculine garb to the 

 throbbing song of several hand-power 

 sewing-machines, while a street peddler 

 whose main display was short socks such 

 as Moslem women like, but northern men 

 forswear, stood by and watched. 



In another street deft workers were 

 patterning the insignia of some frontier 

 regiment on bright-colored squares of silk 

 with viscous wax. These chromatic 

 nightmares would some day educate dis- 

 tant Yorkshire in the art motifs of the 

 unchanging East. If the East would only 

 remain unchanged ! But to voice such 

 sentiments in these hectic times is to sug- 

 gest sympathy for Gandhi and his follow- 

 ers, who seek at this late day to turn back 

 the hands of the clock to the time when 

 steam, through freedom, went to waste 

 and implements were fashioned in Bibli- 

 cal simplicity. 



Then through the shameless street of 



