National Geographic : 1938 Jan
MAGYAR MIRTH AND MELANCHOLY rnotograpn oy KuaoII nalogn DRY GOURDS RESEMBLING PUMPKINS FLOAT LIKE TOY BALLOONS Supported by home-grown "water wings," a country girl of BAta practices the breast stroke in the Danube. Though a dreamy waltz calls it "blue," the silty river is never quite that color. In prehistoric times, as today, it bore rich sediment to the mountain-rimmed valley that now is Hungary. Nomadic Magyars, trekking west ward from Asia with flocks and horses, found a land so fertile that they wandered no more.