National Geographic : 1935 Apr
THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC MAGAZINE © Hungarian Press Photographic Exchange PUZZLE: FIND THE BABY IN THIS SEA OF FINERY Feathered and bespangled, the boy's hat is in keeping with the fanciful headdress and fluffy lace sleeves worn by his parent. A rose design is the central motif in the pattern of the baby's puffy pillow (see illustration, page 491). Yarns used are made at home and colored by vegetable dyes. the community wells, where the women gather daily for their buckets of water. The water is drawn up by a long pole, out of reach of childish hands. This is the club of the neighborhood women, where they chat and exchange the latest news. I fancy that our visit furnished conversation for many days, and doubtless my single state was mourned over at great length. We made our way back to the main street late that afternoon. Following the crowds, we came to an important funeral gathering, where everyone was paying re spects to a policeman. His former com rades, resplendent riders on smart black horses, stood in a row. They wore cocky hats with enormous black plumes, and looked fairly regal. Several men were busy shining up the hearse. Presently the coffin was carried out to the hearse, and the long procession started, the women singing mournful songs and the men carrying lighted candles. Meanwhile a forlorn little funeral had passed in the midst of this splendor. A woman wearing a nurse's cap walked through the streets carrying a tiny casket in her arms. Preceding her came a young lad of five or six bearing a cross. The casket probably contained the body of a new-born baby. Then again the church bells were ring ing and the townsfolk began to drift toward the evening service. Their life centers about the church as about nothing else. The priest is their father and protector. They love to tell that the home of the priest once sheltered Emperor Franz Joseph. There, also, many years before when the Turks were storming Budapest, the Haps burg crown was kept safely for a month. The last train through Mez6kovesd was due shortly, and we reluctantly took leave of the friendly villagers, whose farewells were made in the universal language of a broad smile and hearty wave of the hand.