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fakirs basked in the 

 sunshine of publicity. 

 Near them some Bho- 

 tias had laid out a 

 camp, from which 

 they were coaxed by 

 a curiosity to look at 

 each other through 

 mv camera. Several 

 of them strongly re- 

 sembled the Chinese 

 of Shantung in win- 

 ter garb. There were 

 some others whom I 

 could not classify, the 

 women looking like 

 certain Indian women 

 of South America, 

 with large rings in 

 their ears. Evidently 

 the Golden Temple is 

 a magnet which draws 

 many types of vis- 

 itors, and well it may, 

 for the inclosure, to- 

 g e t h e r with the 

 crowds it attracts, is 

 one of the splendid 

 sights of India. 



TOURISTS FLOCK TO 

 DELHI 



When it comes to 

 visitors, Delhi stands 

 in a class by itself. 

 Benares is a religious 

 edifice with running 

 w r ater laid on. The 

 Mela ground at Alla- 

 habad is a hive of 

 Hindu pilgrims. But 

 Delhi attracts great 

 numbers of visitors whose interest is not 

 in temple or mosque, but in the historical 

 buildings of the fortress. 



If the crowds I have seen there on two 

 visits to India are fair samples, there is a 

 lively popular interest in the old buildings 

 erected under Shah Jahan. During the 

 entire time that the buildings are open, 

 bright-colored crowds of natives follow 

 Indian guides from place to place and 

 listen attentively to the lectures. 



Those of us who think of India as a 

 tourist land should not make the mistake 

 of picturing every interested traveler as 



Photograph by Maynard Owen Williams 



A TEMPLE GUARDIAN OP BENARES 



The Nepali temple, built of wood and brick with projecting eaves 

 in the sub-Himalayan type of architecture, seems exotic in Benares. 

 The grossness of certain details of the wood carving have made 

 infamous an interesting temple which adds variety to the three-mile 

 architectural crescent beside the Ganges. 



a helmeted foreigner with stentorian 

 shoes. Much more fitting to these scenes 

 of past splendor, when the Peacock 

 Throne stood in the Hall of Public Audi- 

 ence and when the private rooms echoed 

 to the laughter of graceful brown women 

 disporting in white marble pools, are the 

 Indian women whose high-arched feet 

 caress the smooth floors and whose jing- 

 ling anklets and swishing skirts edged in 

 gold braid suggest the glory of the olden 

 times. 



The Hall of Private Audience in the 

 Delhi fortress is not only the most splen- 



