National Geographic : 1939 Nov
BUENOS AIRES: QUEEN OF THE RIVER OF SILVER Photograph by Luis Marden TIGHT AS A SAILOR'S KNOT, THE BOLEADORAS TIE UP AN OSTRICH When the whirling balls (page 590), wrapped the rope around the legs of the bird, its swift race came to an abrupt halt in a cloud of dust. On the ranch where the photographs of chase and capture were made, the birds are protected by the owner, an Argentine painter. They repay his kindness by destroying myriad locusts. Parana de las Palmas are joined to those of the Lujan, the Tigre, and the Rio de la Plata by a network of streams and canals on which trim motorboats carry the rich to their summer homes and well-filled launches chug humbler folk to a score of al fresco restaurants and playgrounds. VENICE OF THE SOUTHERN CROSS Rowing clubs are here, with canoes whose occupants swing a rudder with their feet to compensate for the thrust of their paddles. Slender shells skeeter-bug along and heavy barges of lumber or fruit pro ceed to market. Fruit and vegetables in quantity come from the Delta orchards and gardens. Jan uary and March are the busy months, with lemons, plums, peaches, pears, and quinces the major items. There is a plan on foot to colonize a por tion of the Delta with farmers from the Netherlands, such workers as tamed Kala- mazoo's black muck to celery growing. It might not be necessary to wait for the Netherlanders, for in Buenos Aires there are many who like nothing better than to feel black muck squdging up between their bare toes. They are the ones who go "camping," a disorderly and unbelievably enjoyable procedure which consists of bogging down a child-draped motorcar in mud, deco rating its level surfaces with the more common types of food, stretching a sway backed canvas from tree to tree, and leading a backwoods life on the urban threshold. One of my favorite luncheon spots is the Zoo. During the noon hour the gates are closed, but anyone already inside is privi leged to stay for lunch. In the midday quiet the pelicans cease scraping the pool walls with side-turned beaks, give one great yawn, and pillow their huge pouches on soft breasts.