The War and Marcelino

To Marcelino Soule, Gaucho of the pampas, travel is no problem. All you do is decide where you want to go, saddle your horse and go. Time and distance are trifles. Five years ago Marcelino rode for 3 years, 3 months, 17 days--from Buenos Aires to New York and Los Angeles--returned home with the urge for travel stronger than ever within him.

Last week, dressed in his Gaucho garb, with his trusty mate pot strapped under the belly of his trusty horse Bolivar, Marcelino again set forth from Buenos Aires, with a string of eight horses and one bell mare. From Recife in Brazil Marcelino planned to ship over to Lisbon, thence to ride through Portugal, Spain, France, Germany, Poland and Lithuania to Moscow's Red Square. He would leave a good Argentine horse with the Chief of State of each nation he passed through, saving the bell mare for Prime Minister Churchill on his way back.

What about the war? Marcelino could not see that it made any difference. But Brazil did not think this was quite the time for such a trip. The Argentine Foreign Office thought likewise. Police caught up with Marcelino a short way out of Buenos Aires, took him back in a car.

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