National Geographic : 1917 May
Photograph by Herbert Corey "ST. PAUL'S ROCK" IN SALONIKI According to a local tradition that has persisted for centuries, St. Paul fulfilled in Saloniki the scriptural injunction of "shaking off the very dust from his feet" as a testimony against the Thessalonians of his day. That they took to heart his act is witnessed by this historic rock on its three-step pedestal. "And who is to pay me for my cow?" she asked. "What have I to do with your war? I want pay for my cow that is dead." GERMAN FLIERS WATCH THE ALLIED PLANS Sometimes the enemy fliers visit the Monastir road. On many a pleasant day they fly over Saloniki, Ioo miles distant from their lines, on missions of recon naissance. It is desirable to know how many ships there are in the harbor, for in this way they can keep an eye upon the Allied plans. It is not often that they drop bombs. Usually they come at the noon hour, when all leisured Saloniki is taking its coffee in front of its favorite cafe. No one goes to shelter; it isn't worth while. Perhaps no bombs will be dropped, and if bombs are dropped experience has told those be neath that running and dodging are futile ways in which to attempt to escape. It is not this conviction of futility, but real indifference, however, which keeps most men and women in their seats. They are "fed up" on aeroplanes, as the British say. Sometimes this indifference is carried to an extreme. One day I visited for the first time a hospital on the Monastir road. There were pretty girl nurses there several of them. Next door was an am munition dump. Further on were hang ars for the war fliers. On a recent visit an enemy plane, no doubt intending to bomb the ammunition depot, had dropped bombs instead in the midst of the hos pital tents. The surgeon in charge was a practical man of forethought and reason. He had funk-holes dug all over the place-many funk-holes. No matter how unexpect edly a flier appeared, one had but to dive for the entrance of a funk-hole. It was somewhat rabbity, perhaps, but the plan was sound and safe. "Boche coming," trilled one of the pretty nurses.