VANITY FAIR

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 75, Issue 256, 29 October 1932, Page 2

VANITY FAIR

BA GGA GE-ROOM I 0 YA GING. Terry and I have discovered a delightful waj, to travel! We found it quite by chance yesterday, tvhen I went io question the baggage master about a mysteriously delayed crate, and Terry trotted along at my heels. The man was busy when we arrived, so we Were left to our own devices for a time. Terry really deserves credit for the idea, since, if he had not almost immediately begun to sniff al the various crates and boxes with his inquisitive fox-terrier nose, I should never have thought of looking around myself. It took me but a few moments to discover that a baggage room is a veritable hemisphere. The trunks nearest me were evidently) unseasoned travellers, bound only for neighbouring towns. But over in one corner I spied a steamer trunk, generously tagged. Il was toward this venerable globetrotter that I turned my attention. What a gay collection of labels! Most of them were partially eradicated through time and many voyages, but this made them all the more priceless. I stooped to examine them more closely. Bristol, Toulon, Lugano, Amalfi, Assouan. One, slightly larger than the rest, caught my eye—Srinagar. Suddenly, I saw the haughty Himalayas rise above the green Tale of Kashmir. Srinagar—and the seven bridges over the Jhelum. Gondolas on Dal Lake —the gates of Shalimar. "You wanted io see me, Miss?” The voice brought me back to the baggage room. Vet the verb room was different—now that I knew ' ls possibilities!