And then, from Sofia {o Bucharest Rumania, with her enormous frozen credits jin the Reich, fears the oegressive imperialism of Germany, while admiring her thoroughness and eMeleney. Rumanian wheat and all fare indeed prizes which any nation might covet, and her youth must beware of its pro-fascist' tendencies, Jest the mother country be swallowed in the maw of the industrialists to the West. The author visits King Carol and finds "him unlike the ultra-democratic King Boris of Bul-aria, more formal than the friendly Prince Paul; surrounding himself with more kingly pomp than any elber Balkan monarch, he sits stimly on a throne-like chair' behind' a high desk and smokes innumerable eigarettes, which he does not offer to his visitors, not even, the author says, to His' Britannic Majesty's Minister. He is shrewd and extremely intel. ligent, has two desires: to make his country prosperous and to keep his throne. Apart from its natural resources, Rumania, says Mr. Lockhart, is a most beautiful country. The very name of Transylvania suggests pixies, witches, and beautiful princesses, Though" the Byzantine nonce is strong, Rumanian architect ture has'a charm and_an originality] of its own, and the author describes very vividly some of the churches and boyars" houses in the environs of Bucharest.
Austrian Welcome The description of his Rumanian visit concluded, Mr. Lockhart. enters fon to the final and, to the political observer, most interesting part of his book—Austria, with the anschluss an accomplishment of only a day or two; Czechoslovakia, tense, prescient perhaps of her dismemberment Germany, puissant, the Pan-German movement strengthening daily stronger, possibly, than its Fuehrer.
In Vienna the admirable discipline of the German troops impresses the author only a degree less than the evidence of their mobility—forty-ight hours in Austria, yet forty
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