National Geographic : 1937 Jan
THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC MAGAZINE U AP from Pictures, Inc. PREPAREDNESS--1937 STYLE! With Europe uneasy, the British Government has ordered 40 million gas masks for the safety of the citizenry in time of war. Like a fanciful lady from Mars, this girl steps from a mobile chamber at Hendon, where she was taught how to adjust the new equipment. Britons vividly recall the horror of the air raids over London during the World War, and some modern homes are provided with gas and bombproof chambers (page 14). Sam Johnson, Tennyson, Goldsmith, and Thomas Hood. Over some benches are brass plates honoring such historic guests. "Our prize dish," said the manager, "is not a Yorkshire pudding, but one made of steak, kidney, mushrooms, plovers, and spices; it is boiled at least 16 hours and weighs over 60 pounds." When the pudding season opens in Oc tober, the Bishop of London, a cabinet minister, or a foreign ambassador comes to bless or formally cut the first one. Here the noisy bar is packed, at midday and star. But somewhere in early evening, with barristers from near-by inns, with Fleet Street journalists, with actors, poets, printers, painters, and vestrymen. Here no ha bitue ever orders Scotch; he simply says, "Whiskey." If he wants Irish whiskey he asks for "Cork," and gin is never just vulgar gin, but "rack." For forty years a Rabelaisian parrot lived here, famed for its gift of army-flavored invective. When it died, the Daily Telegraph hon ored it with a lead article and a poem. Simple quali ties of old-fash ioned English cooking are not disguised, as in Paris, by fancy names and sauces. Unlike the French, the English do not feel that invent ing a tasty new dish is more im portant to man kind than dis covering a new Soho or the West End the epicure may easily find any conti nental dish, be it Italian, French, German, or Greek. There are Indian restaurants, too, like Vereswamy's, where retired Army men go for curry and rice. London has as great a variety of eating places as any world city-except Paris. You can easily find American hot cakes and corn on the cob. But when an Australian friend boasted that we could even walk into the Savoy and get kangaroo-tail soup for lunch, I dared him to try it.