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Take this most direct, most scenic, shortest
route to Europe. Fully two days cut from open
ocean and spent in the sheltered waters of
the St. Lawrence.
Led by the new size-speed-SPACE marvel,
Empress of Britain, Canadian Pacific's modern
fleet offers "Empresses" for First Class; regal
"Duchesses," combining luxury with economy,
and popular lower cost Cabin Liners. Tourist
and Third Class on all Ships.
Frequent sailings each week from Montreal and
Quebec (trains direct to ship-side at Quebec)
to British and Continental ports.
ALL EXPENSE conducted tours through
Canadian Pacific
New Zealand
Size, speed, luxury and every device—including
spacious swimming pools—for perfect sea-going
comfort in tropic waters.
Take the new, luxurious, high-speed motor-
ship Aorangi, or her sister-liner, the Niagara.
They sail from Vancouver and Victoria via
Honolulu and Suva. Los Angeles and San
Francisco sailings connect at Honolulu for
Australia and New Zealand.
Visit those picturesque lands under the Southern Cross. Enjoy Canadian Australasian's veteran travel experience in South Pacific waters.
Ask about South Pacific and South Sea Island
Canadian-Australasian   Line ff3-y
Japan* China
Philippines 1
bi) Canadian Pacific
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Five days after you board one of the swift White
Empresses of the Pacific at Vancouver or Victoria, you
step ashore at Honolulu, capital and pleasure centre of
the Hawaiian Islands, into what is truly a Paradise.
Here, two thousand miles distant from the mainland, is
an unsurpassed climate, a never-ending summer of warm
sunshine and cool trade winds, with nights every bit as
delightful and languorous as the days, and with scarcely a
dip or rise in temperature from month to month. Midnight
is as ideal for surf-bathing as afternoon, January hardly
different from August.
And who, without being there, can adequately picture
the amazingly lovely scenery of these small exotic isles, with
their golden sands, rolling surf, luxuriant vegetation, swaying palms, fertile valleys, gardens, mountains! Or the
charm of the native life, the throbbing spell of the native
music, the memorable native customs. Or the sincere
friendliness of the welcome given visitors, the luxury of the
hotels, the gay round of pastimes and pleasures, the long-
to-be-cherished farewell. Or all the rest that goes with
these to make up the subtle enchantment that Hawaii and
the Hawaiians cast over the hearts of those who come to
them from across the sunny Pacific waters.
__      , Five dreamlike davs aboard your palatial
Honolulu White Empress—five days of pleasant,
carefree lolling in a comfortable deck chair, of congenial company, of deck sports, dancing, of suave
Oriental service, the cool
sleep-inducing airiness of
commodious staterooms, of
mellow Pacific sunshine,
marvellous meals, the. soothing touch of salt-laden trade
winds — and Hawaii rises
from the waters ahead, with
breakers rolling foaming
white on coral reefs, palm
trees asway on wide beaches,
roofs gleaming from mazes of
brilliant foliage, mountains
lifting themselves unbelievably green.
Silver coins rain into the
blue depths, to be expertly
retrieved by the swarm of
diving boys.   The unforget- H£%S'y\
table strains of "Aloha Oe" »«■»«»
float upward from the pier,
and   then   you  are  ashore,
with a lei about your neck, and are borne away to
your hotel past riotously gay gardens of bougain-
villea, hibiscus and oleander, past banana groves,
coconut trees and rice fields.
Island of
First of all, of course, it is to
Waikiki you go, to bask on the
warm sands, to take a dip in the rolling
surf, to flash beachward on a flying surfboard or outrigger canoe, to dance at nighttime in the sophisticated splendor of one
of the great hotels, to play golf on the
superb links.
Later, if you have time, you will take
a ride around the beautiful city, to the parks
and museums and other show places. You
will not miss Bishop Museum with its fascinating displays of Polynesian natural history and life, nor the Aquarium, nor Iolani
Palace, Queen Emma Residence, the coral-
built church of Kawaiahao, the pine-apple
canneries. If you are fond of walking,
there are interesting jaunts up Pacific,
Makiki and Alewa Heights, to the extinct
crater of the Punchbowl and Tantalus
Mountains. The Pali, Haleiwa, Schofield
Barracks, Pearl Harbor and Moanalua
Gardens may all be seen on the eighty-five-
mile drive around the island of Oahu on
which Honolulu is situated.
Sixty-five miles southeast of Oahu is Maui
and the famous Hawaii National Park,
which has, as its chief attraction,
Haleakala, the largest extinct volcano in the world.
From its cloud-wrapped
rim, 10,000 feet above the
sea, a marvellous view can
be obtained of the crater,
which encloses nineteen
square miles of lava flows,
minor cones and cinder
banks. Sunrise or sunset,
when the sun gilds the clouds
with a glory of color,
is the best time to visit
In another section of Hawaii
National Park,
on the Island of Hawaii, is
Kilauea, the largest continuously active volcano in the
world. The fiery pit of Hale-
maumau  in   the   centre  of
 !     the crater is one thousand,
two hundred feet in diameter, a boiling, seething inferno of molten lava.
From the lovely city of Hilo, county seat of the island,
excursions may also be made to Coconut Island,
Rainbow Falls, Boiling Pots and Lava Caves.
Island of
Page Two Page Three JAPAN I
Japan! Land of the Rising Sun—Chrysanthemum Land—
what a fascination there is in its very name! A country situated
at the crossroads of world traffic, at the crossroads of two civilizations—a country, on the one hand, of picturesque quaintness, of
kimonos, teahouses, cherry blossoms, wistarias, and joyous
festivals; on the other hand, of a remodelled national life that
embraces a great industrial development, an enlightened government and a remarkable educational movement.
Japan is a perpetual play! Temples and torii—lanterns and
torches and shops—babies and kites and street signs—the plaintive note of the samisen. The country is so small that you
could go all over it in a fairly short stay, yet so fascinating and
different that you could spend a long time in one place and never
be bored. From the plum blossoms of February to the chrysanthemums of October, Japan is a land of flowers; and the late
autumn, too, has its colored leaves, and the winter its starry
snowflakes, worshipped by poets in strange little verses.
Those who first see Japan when the sky is cloudless may deem
themselves favored of the gods. Beyond the rail the sea is hazy
azure; there are more kinds of islands than were ever set in any sea
before, and strange craft manned by little brown fishermen, the
sampans like toy boats swinging between the islands. And
rising above the scene, that loveliest of mountains—Fujiyama—
stands revealed in all her beauty.
the curio and silk stores have been
rebuilt in all their former glamour;
and each little shop is so perfect, each
little proprietor so persuasive, each
little bit of gold lacquer so just what
you dreamed about, that you want
to carry the whole ensemble away.
In   about   an   hour   one
can motor to Kamakura,
to see the big bronze Buddha who has
sat there for six hundred years. It is
hard to say which is the more interesting—Buddha himself or the little toy
country one drives through on the way
to his serene remoteness.
You will want to stop every five
minutes to play with the farmhouses
and their little bamboo fences, their
little thatched roofs, their terraced
handkerchief-sized rice fields, their
dozens and hundreds and millions of
butterfly children, and their old-old
people who look as though they are
carved out of brown wood.
Just thirteen sunshiny, interesting
days from Vancouver and Victoria,
and you are in old Japan, where every pretty spot
is enshrouded with mystery and legend. You slip
your shutter an inch to the right one morning, and
suFe enough you're there—in Yokohama. The first
thing to meet your eyes, very.likely, is a little man,
with a straw hat like an old-fashioned chopping
bowl and a short square-cut blue cotton coat—a
little gnome of a man with sandals on. And behind him stands a pretty lady, with a marvellous
coiffure and a dark silk coat-thing over her flowery
kimono, which shows at the edges. And there is an
old lady with a million wrinkles disputing the
groundwork of her smiles. She is holding what
must be a baby—though it looks like a glorified
oversize doll—in a red, blue, green and yellow dress.
Ashore, there are plenty of ricksha men with no
other smiling purpose than to implore you to mount
their high, rubber-tired, white-cushioned pull-carts.
They will take you to the new Benten Dori, where
Tokyo—only a fifty minute train-ride
away from Yokohama—is crammed with
colorful life. Almost every day there is a festival of
some sort in Tokyo, and, of course, it has something
to do with flowers. Plum blossoms in February,
peach blossoms in March, cherry blossoms in April,
wistaria in May, iris .in June, peonies in July,
lotuses in August, chrysanthemums in September
and October.
Where else can one see a department store where
shoes come off at the door (to be quite Japanese)
and yet where one can ride in an escalator? There
is Uyeno Park, and the Ginza where all the world
shops. There are theatres, where the stage-rests on
rollers and is turned right around (actors, props and
all) when they want a new scene—and the audience
squats on the floor and has its lunch sent in.
There are wrestling matches, or baseball, if one'
is intent upon being modern. There are Asakusa
Temple, museums of all kinds, and the Imperial
Palace to be gazed at from afar.
Page Four Page Five Japan—Hondo Island (Mainland)
Yokohama to Vancouver, 4,283 miles; Yokohama to Kobe, 347 miles; Kobe to Nagasaki, 384 mile
Nagasaki to Shanghai, 426 miles
And Nikko—you must see Nikko, 4 hours
from Tokyo by railway, but quite a thousand years as the mind flies. Nikko has been a holy
place since 766 A.D. Here kindly Nature has surpassed itself in the glorious profusion with which it
has scattered feathery woods and sombre forests,
silvery cascades and white-robed waterfalls. There
are fat old carved stone Buddhas wearing wigs and
ear-laps of green moss, and there is the river, blue
as melted sapphires, roaring under its Sacred Red
Bridge. The great bell, held by its gilded dragon,
can be struck by one old priest alone. Near the
Abbot's garden is the "sunrise-till-dark" gate that a
man may well study a whole day. Perhaps nowhere else in the world is there such a gorgeous,
bewildering series of buildings and stairways, of
carvings, images and gateways, all leading to a
single tomb. When the holy of holies is reached, the
pilgrim is given a green gown and a little sacred
sake in a tiny red-and-gold lacquered cup.
.. Eight miles distant from Nikko and more
than two thousand feet higher in the
hills is beautiful Lake Chuzenji. The journey
may be taken on sure-footed ponies, which climb up
the abrupt hillside by a zigzag path. When the
top of the pass is reached the road plunges into a
virgin forest, and the fatigue of the journey is forgotten! For before you is Kegan-no-take, Chu-
zenji's overflow—a lovely pillar of snowy water
leaping over a precipice 300 feet in height.
There are few pleasanter spots in any
land, for those who love a ramble
over hill and dale, than the Hakone district of
Japan. Everybody goes to Miyanoshita—the chief
village of that district, and Yokohama's hill resort.
Mine host Yamaguchi of the famous Fujiya Hotel
omits no attention to add to the enjoyment of our
stay. Those who come for days stay for weeks,
and then leave this enchanting spot with many
Favorite of all the delightful excursions from the
hotel is that to Lake Hakone. Across this charming
lake, and beyond the rugged mountains on the
western side, the peerless Fujisan—or Fujiyama—
raises her queenly head.
As one gazes enraptured at the sacred
Fuji, an intense longing comes to climb
the mountain. You will want to creep up that
glorious outline which sweeps in one curve from
seashore to sky, and to look far over the world
below from the topmost pinnacle of Japan. The
best way is to go to Subashiri, and stay overnight
at the inn, where you will get a sight of real Japan,
including black-eyed nesans and white-clad pilgrims.
In the morning, ponies will be waiting, and the first
stage of the long climb is begun. Hundreds of foot
travellers are passed on the way, all intoning
the mystic formula "May our six senses be pure
and the weather on the honorable mountain
Page Six Page Seven MT    H   E OLDER      Yt i j
~ J A PA N m
It is better to sleep midway of your desire and
go on next morning, until the unimaginable
happens and the sun bursts out of the ocean and
boils through the mist, and the clouds glow, and you
forget the discomforts of the way. Japan lies below
you like a huge map in relief.
There is no place in Japan where one
may better study Fuji at one's leisure than
at Shoji—a half-day's journey from Subashiri. In
this bewilderingly beautiful oasis, in a land which
itself is an oasis on earth, one may pay homage,
reclining in a comfortable chair, to the sacred
Kyoto,  for more than a  thousand years
the capital of Japan, is a city wholly
Japanese, lying in a green cup in the hills, with
temples set like glittering objets d'art wherever the
scene demands an accent.
The river that flows through its centre is crossed
and re-crossed with bridges; and every bridge has its
story and its song, as hundreds and hundreds of
pairs of wooden geta clatter across it hour after hour.
There are tea-houses on the river banks, delicate
things of perfect satiny wood and paper windows,
within which there is endless hurrying of dainty
nesans across the clean matting, waiting on the
lords of creation who wish to eat, or drink tea, or
smoke. There is the sound of the samisen, too,
because the geisha of Kyoto are the most skilful in
the Empire.
Kyoto seems to have a genius for festivals:
and who can describe the knights in armor, the
floats and boats, the procession of lovely ladies,
the Cherry Dance of the geisha, the dance of the
Festival of the Dead, the Festival of Armor, and
Flags for boys, and the Festival of Dolls for girls!
Out, on the slightest of provocations, come thousands of lanterns; and crowds will go to Uji, and
wait in a boat all night, to watch the brilliant Battle
of the Fireflies, the ghosts of warriors dead and gone
eight hundred years.
As a background for all this enchantment there
are the shops. Kyoto makes the loveliest fans in all
Japan, the quaintest dolls, the most marvellous silks
and brocades, the most beautiful china and pottery.
If you have learned to love temples, then you
will never tire of Kyoto, where even the palace
where the Emperors lived so long looks like a
temple. Each one has art treasures, or history, or a
garden to distinguish it from the rest. There is a
little waterfall under which one must stand to pray
—though it is not a shrine favored by foreigners, as
all one's clothes must come off first, and the water
is cold. And then there is the statue of Binjuri,
whose face has been so rubbed by those who want
to get well that the authorities have provided him
with a new set of features. There are countless
statues of Jizo—the children's god—to whom
mothers bring baby bibs, which they even tie
round his neck to make sure the accompanying
requests don't slip his memory. There is the
shrine of Inari, round which centres all that strange
cult of the fox that has so puzzled westerners.
There are the Mikado's palace and the Nijo castle
where the Tokugawa Shoguns lived. Perhaps the
most beautiful temple of all is the Nishi Hongwanji;
but while we talk of the polished "nightingale
floors," whose boards are so laid that they slip on
one another and sing plaintively as you walk over
them, or the "peacock room," or the "stork room,"
or the "chrysanthemum room"—we know perfectly
well that they cannot be described. For how can
one describe painted panels, gold-backed screens
and sliding doors of old and lovely cedar wood,
each cut by some master hand?
Lake Biwa
There are all sorts of trips to be made
to nearby places from Kyoto, but that
to Lake Biwa, the largest lake in the Empire, is
perhaps the best. You get a marvellous view from
the top of the mountain going over, and there are
the famous eight views of Biwa itself. Lastly, there
is the opportunity to come back in a torch-lit boat
through the tunnels of Biwa Canal.
_T        One   can   motor   from   Kyoto   to   Nara—
Nara r    t i •     , i
one oi Japans early capitals; where the
charm of this wonderful little country began first to
differentiate itself from the older and quite different
charm of China. Nara is not a large city, but it has
more temples than any one traveller is ever likely to
see.   It has a museum, too, and streets of little
Page Eight Page Nine SEA
\j      A.      PAN
Japan—China Overland Tour—Japan to Peiping
Yokohama to Shimonoseki, 687 miles; Shimonoseki to Seoul, 425 miles; Seoul to Mukden, 479 miles;
Mukden to Peiping, 518 miles.    Total, 2,109 miles.
tempting shops. Best of all, it has Nara Park—
a great, quiet, cultivated woodland, where live
hundreds of tame deer who poke their noses into
the pockets of the appreciative visitor.
Osaka and
The short train journey from Kyoto to
Kobe, passing Osaka — the largest
manufacturing city in Japan—is a
most interesting one. Kobe is an excellent city to
choose as headquarters for seeing all that ancient
Japanese civilization that practically began at Nara,
went on at Kyoto, and even now looks upon Tokyo
as an upstart—royal, to be sure, but slightly nouveau
riche. In Kobe there are golf clubs, bathing beaches,
foreign as well as native stores, the dansants, bridge
parties, even a walking club—and all this mixed up
with life as it might be lived on a paper fan.
Some will go by train from Kobe to
Nagasaki, visiting on the way the
sacred island of Miyajima. For ages Miyajima has
been accounted one of the three most beautiful
places in Japan. The waters are crystal clear, the
breezes balmy, and the air all sweet and scented.
Human beings may neither be born nor die within
its holy precincts, and dogs are not permitted. Deer
roam down from the hills to haunt the avenues of
mossy granite lanterns by the shore and tame
pigeons settle on one's hands and shoulders, begging
to be fed. The temple, with its six hundred and
forty-eight foot gallery, is unique, and has furnished
many motifs to native artists.   The best known of
these is the torii—a colossal arch made of camphor
wood—which forms one of the chief features in
every view of the island.
BerjDU <k)n ^e ^anc' °f Kyushu, which comes as
near being Japan before the advent of
America as anything we'll ever see in a too-modern
world, Beppu is perhaps the most interesting place.
It is as characteristically Japanese as Nikko or
Kyoto, but in quite a different way. For Beppu is
where you go to have the disease boiled out of you,
digging a private bath for yourself on the hot-
sanded seashore, if you're poor; or if you can afford
to be charged modestly, patronizing one of those
amazing communal bathing-places where two-piece
bathing suits are unknown.
And then, of course, there is Aso-San himself,
that great still-smoky mountain which you may
climb till you look down into its ghastly, roaring
Nagasaki Last of a11 in JaPan there's Nagasaki,
with its huge harbor, where the vessels
are coaled with a precision, lightheartedness and
rapidity that astonish the beholder. Nagasaki has
interesting shops that sell everything imaginable in
tortoise-shell—great lacy combs, intricate little
jewel boxes, feathery carved vanity mirrors that
swing on long chains of tortoise-shell links. Nagasaki has temples, too, and canals full of sampans,
and hump-backed bridges.
Page Ten Page Eleven KOREA AND
Getting to Korea is easy, whether you go from
Japan or China, and there are many reasons for going.
Perhaps the two strongest reasons lie embalmed in the
'.names by which the country has been so long known—
' "The Hermit Kingdom" and "The Land of the
Morning Calm." We just naturally wish to see those
people who wouldn't see us until their gates were
forced open. What was it the hermits had that they
hid so jealously? What are they like themselves,
that they so resented the rest of humanity? But
besides curiosity, another reason is climate; for
summer weather is one of the things that Korea and
its neighbor, Manchuria, really do best of all.
Midway between Kobe and Nagasaki are
Moji and the Straits of Shimonoseki,where
you may take the boat to Fusan—the south-east
gateway to Korea. Fusan streets are interesting as
a background for the picturesque life of transplanted Japan. But the train is waiting to take you
to Seoul, the present capital and the city best known
to the outside world. Like everything else in
Korea, it has two names, for the Japanese call it
Keijo. One can stay at the Chosen Hotel (which
would be a good hotel anywhere) on the site of
the ancient Temple of Heaven. You play golf at
Ryuzan, and yet all the time there is the old
Korean background.
Hats have always held a unique, not to say
extraordinary, position in the Korean mind's eye.
The everyday hat of black crinoline is strange
enough in all conscience—the tight-fitting skull cap,
a high cone placed over it, and a small round brim,
the whole tied with ribbons under the chin. A
more unusual hat is of white horse hair, or perhaps
it is enamelled in color. There are the old-time
military hats which are blue, and hats with ears out
at the sides to indicate that the subject's attention
is directed to the voice of his Sovereign, and the
Sovereign's own hat with ears tied up at the top—
since he needn't listen to anybody. Strange to say,
in such a land of millinery ecstasy, ladies have no
hats at all.
In the shops are quaint things in wrought silver,
inlaid iron, or that brass which is such a Korean
specialty. Every foreigner wants to carry away a
brass-trimmed chest with butterfly hinges.
In Seoul are the palace of former Emperors,
Prince   Li's   household   fine-art   works,  beautiful
lotus ponds, and the famous big bell. For centuries
this bell boomed out the hours for opening and
closing the city gates—boomed out, too, that
strange signal that told men it was eight o'clock,
time to go home, and let the women walk abroad
and enjoy themselves free and unmolested.
Half a day's journey from Seoul is Kongosan,
the diamond mountain. Of the countless old
monasteries and temples in Kongosan there are
fifty left, and here among the awesome gorges
live some five hundred monks and nuns who keep
to the ancient ways, despite the wheels of
progress (which they have never heard) and the
Kongosan Hotel with its chef and its motor-
bus—set down on the very doorstep of their "most
illustrious world's mountain."
The overland tour proceeds up the
Korean Peninsula, through Antung on
the Yalu River—where the lumber rafts come down,
and all the wild silk worms in the world seem to have
sent their cocoons—to Mukden. Mukden is the
city in Manchuria where three railroads join, and
we are at a loss to know whether this is China, or
Japan, or the home of the ancient Manchus who
built the red-walled, yellow-tiled palaces.
To the business man, Mukden means perhaps
the soya bean, that does everything from making a
foundation for Worcester Sauce to playing fertilizer
for worn-out fields and fattener for cattle. But to
the woman, Mukden may mean a chance to get
some of the eight million pelts that come down from
the mountains, destined for the world's great fur
From Mukden we go south-west through Shan-
haikwan (the nearest point of the railway to the
Great Wall of China), through the international
up-to-date port of Tientsin, to Peiping, the capital
of China, until lately known as Peking.
From Mukden we might also go north to
Harbin—or south to that splendid go-
ahead seaport called "Black Mud Hollow" long
years ago by the Chinese, later "Dalny" by the
Russians, now Dairen by the Japanese. Port
Arthur, that famous old bone of contention, is only
thirty-eight miles from Dairen. What historical
recollections are recalled as one drives in a drosky
all over the battle-scarred sides of the hills overlooking the vast expanse of sea in front!
Page Twelve Manchuria and Korea
(Large picture) A Silversmith's Shop at Mukden, the principal city
of Manchuria; (Below) The Hall of Congratulations at Seoul, Korea
—and also a Korean gentleman
Page Thirteen Across Canada
Canadian Pacific owns and operates over 21,000 miles of railway lines in Canada and United States.
Its main line extends from Montreal on the Atlantic seaboard to Vancouver on the Pacific seaboard, a distance
of 2,886 miles.
Canadian Pacific operates three trains a day across the continent in both directions:
The Imperial .      Montreal-Vancouver
The Dominion       - . Toronto-Vancouver
Soo-Dominion Chicago-Vancouver
Train Equipment
The equipment of Canadian Pacific trans-continental trains varies with each train, and includes: Solarium Lounge
Cars, Compartment-Observation Sleeping Cars, Compartment Sleeping Cars, Standard Sleeping Cars, Tourist Sleeping Cars,
Dining Cars, Day Coaches, Open Observation Car through the Canadian Rockies.   For the different trains, see current timetables.
The Canadian Pacific chain of seventeen hotels, located in principal cities and holiday centres of Canada, includes the
Chateau Frontenac, Quebec; Royal York Hotel, Toronto; Hotel Vancouver, Vancouver; and the Empress Hotel, Victoria.
Page Fourteen
Across the Atlantic
Gross Registered Tons
Canadian Pacific operates Trans-Atlantic passenger steamship services as follows:
Between Quebec, Cherbourg and Southampton;
Empress of Britain _.-_	
Empress of Australia      --------------
Empress of France ____
^Between Montreal-Quebec and Belfast, Liverpool, Glasgow, Southampton, Cherbourg, Havre, Antwerp and Hamburg:
Gross Registered Tons Gross Registered Tons Gross Registered Tons
Duchess of Atholl       20,000        Duchess of York       20,000        Melita       15,200
Duchess of Bedford       20,000        Montcalm       16,400        Minnedosa       15,200
Duchess of Richmond. ..      20,000        Montrose       16,400        Metagama       12,400
Montclare       16,400
* Atlantic Steamships sail from Saint John, N.B. and Halifax, N.S. in winter months.
Interchange of Tickets
First Class through tickets of the Canadian Pacific Steamships are interchangeable at ports of call with: Peninsular & Oriental Steam Navigation Co.,
Nippon Yusen Kaisha, regular Trans-Pacific services (except between San Francisco, Los Angeles or Seattle and Honolulu) and with the Blue Funnel Line
"A" Class Steamships between Hong Kong and Shanghai only.     Tourist Class and Third Class through tickets are not interchangeable.
Above interchange arrangement does not apply in connection with local tickets between ports in the Orient.
Stopover vouchers will be issued by pursers covering ports of call of steamship for which ticket is sold. Coupons will be honored on steamships of lines
named when stamped by agent.
Reservations made will be endorsed on back of stopover vouchers, and when so endorsed stopover vouchers or tickets will not be accepted for passage
on any other line unless authorized by Agent of line on which reservation was made.
Page Fifteen
There are a thousand things to see, a thousand places to
visit in China—vast rivers dotted with junks, camel caravans,
temples, huge images, forbidden cities, ancient walls that surround cities and even countries, monuments so old the human
mind can hardly go back to their origin, dynastic tombs, flowery
pagodas, memorial arches to ancestors, altars- where worship
to-day is the same as it was in the days of Confucius.
And to-day one may travel among these historic memorials
in the greatest comfort, for the door has swung wide enough to
let in the railway train and the European hotel.
There is much to see! A wedding procession goes by, the
bride's chair, a glitter of red and gold, with the curtains down—
and inside, a girl who is going to a man she does not know.
Or a funeral cortege, every beggar within a mile carrying an
embroidered banner, the son of the dead man dressed in sackcloth and a long line of weeping, white-cottoned relatives. By
the roadside, a fortune teller has just predicted to an ambitious
young Chinese a job with a wealthy foreigner—who will pay
him, probably, some fifteen dollars a month!
Thousands of sampans creep like water-beetles across every
available inch of the rivers, carrying wood, straw, fruit, vegetables, rice or mulberry leaves for the voracious silkworms. (Incidentally, twenty million people in China live for no other purpose
than silk.) There are lovely little gardens, with their tip-tilted-
roofed pavilions, their pools, their lotuses, their shadows and
soft silences. The mystery of the whole East is here.
wall around it, and long white marble
bridges. You don't have to be told
that the yellow roofs are palaces, or
that the strange city in the trees is
the old Forbidden City. There isn't
another city like it this side of the
moon, and the best of it is that
foreigners may now visit it.
Now, turn your eyes to the right,
and you will see roofs planned by
many architects from many lands,
each striving to say in plaster and
stone that there's no place like home,
whether that home is in England,
Europe or America. This is the Legation Quarter of Peiping, near which is
situated your hotel.
But before you go, turn
The Temple around. You've seen
ot Heaven      . . . •    •,
three cities, one inside
the other. But a fourth city crowds
up against the wall from the south, a
strange blend of shops, slums, palaces,
temples and parks, out of which
one lovely, perfect thing rises like a
tall, tinted flower—the Temple of
Heaven, triple-domed, as blue-tiled as
heaven itself, and capped with gold.
Before visiting any of the many points
of interest in Peiping, as Peking is now
called, everybody first views this most wonderful of
ancient cities from the top of the outer old grey
wall, 50 feet high and 40 feet thick—a wall three-
quarters of a century old when Columbus discovered America.
A great city breaks against the foot of this wall—
many-colored, eternally talking, dusty, full of
strange scents, made up of wide streets and little
twisted byways. But straight ahead there is quite
another kind of city, inside the first but enclosed in
a wall of its own. And inside that again is another
city, full of vast, long roofs that perk up at the
corners—yellow roofs like sunshine. You never
saw such a city as this inner one, with a pink
Come down off the wall, and watch the crowd
that boils through Peiping's great front door,
the Chien Men—the mouth of that fabled dragon
whose eyes are two of the other nine gates, and
whose body is the breathing city itself. Here comes
a camel; and behind it .a Peiping cart, small,
springless and blue-covered, drawn by a tall mule.
Now here is a limousine of a former high mandarin,
and a Manchu matron in bright pink with her
hair done over a satin-covered board.
Temptation to buy is on every side, and one
finds one's room in the comfortable hotel filling
with mandarin coats, lengths of brilliant silk,
embroidered trifles, and wonderful bits of jade
and lace.
Page Sixteen Page Seventeen THE   ORIGINAL
The Imperial City
To-morrow you will visit the
Imperial City, to feast your
eyes on its wonders—the sea palace of the Empress
Dowager, the miniature lakes, the rock gardens
where all the flowers are twisted stone, the Bridge of
Ten Thousand Years, and the theatre where the
Empress watched the classic three-day plays. You
must visit the museum with its thirty-million-dollar
collection of Chinese masterpieces, and the Winter
and Summer Palaces. In the Summer Palace
grounds is the hump-backed bridge, the loveliest
long flattened marble curve in all the world of
bridges, and the dreaming lake in which lies the
Empress Dowager's barge, with its marble base,
and built with money which was to have been
turned into a Chinese navy.
Within easy reaching distance of the Imperial
City are, among other temples, the Temple of Confucius, the Lama Temple, and the Temple of the
Eighteen Hells, depicting in life-sized statues the
awful punishments awaiting the sinner.
There are two places we haven't mentioned yet,
the most important of all. The first is the Great
Wall. Not the wall of Peiping, but the two-
thousand-mile defence that used to guard China
from the northern hordes, and was one of the '
wonders of the ancient world. The other is (or are)
the tombs of the Ming Emperors and the gigantic
guardian animals of stone that line the road.
top of which one views the hurry-skurry life in the
streets below.
From Peiping there are two routes to
Shanghai. One may go by rail to
Hankow, from which place well-appointed steamers
make the trip down the Yangtze River to Shanghai,
past Nanking, in less than four days. The quicker
route, however, is by all rail from Peiping to
Shanghai via Pukow and Nanking.
Nanking never fails to interest, and one experiences a new sensation as one moves through the
quaint stone-paved streets on a little grey donkey
whose bells, on their bright-colored strings, tinkle-
tinkle as he trots. Not far away are the acres of
old Examination Halls, where students were
imprisoned in tiny cubicles during the week of the
test of literary skill. One should visit also the Ming
Tombs, the Government Palace, the Observatory
and Mint, and the Drum Tower, from the square
the West,
the East
The Original
Willow Pattern
Here is a city with two souls, a city
where you can. live in all the comfort of
with the sound and color and mystery of
right around the corner. A city with
telephones—and firecrackers at funerals. A city
with electric light—and where one is pinched to
cure a cold. A city with street cars—and silver
collars around the children's necks to fool the evil
spirits into thinking them dogs. -Twenty-five
thousand foreigners make a little life of their own,
gay, alert, picturesque, cosmopolitan in the middle
of a great, age-old civilization, represented by two
million Chinese.
But fascinating as the life of the
foreign settlements may be, there
is the still more fascinating red
and black lacquered temple, with its golden gods,
and the theatres where the show begins just after
dinner and runs until 1 a.m.
Away deep in the native city is the original
Willow Pattern Teahouse, reached by the famous
crooked bridge. And here one joins a many-
colored crowd that is never rude, never ill-natured,
just curious and friendly and frank in its comments
which the foreigner cannot understand.
It sheers up out of the water—a huge
rock, green to the top with semi-
tropical foliage, except where it is stone-grey with
streets and houses. The White Empress docks
across the harbor at the mainland, but five minutes
in a launch will carry the traveller to the beautiful
island. Hong Kong stands at the cross roads of the
East, and an enormous trade flows in and out of the
marvellous harbor at its feet.
Motoring is something that everyone does, and
touring cars may be had very cheaply. To-day, it
may mean taking a twenty-five-mile trip around the
island, passing beautiful bays and picturesque
villages, and stopping for tea at the Repulse Bay
Hotel. To-morrow, one crosses in the Kowloon
Ferry over to the mainland for a sixty-five-mile
ride in what is known as the New Territory, which
doesn't belong to Great Britain but is held on a
ninety-nine year lease.
Hong Kong
Page Eighteen Page Nineteen Nagasaki to Shanghai
Nagasaki to Shanghai, 426 miles; Shanghai to Hong Kong, 810 miles; Nagasaki to
Yokohama, 731 miles
Why Work?
The best golf in the East is to be
found at Fanling in the New Territory, about eighteen miles inland. It is unique
because there are two perfect courses of eighteen
holes. There are other good courses at Deep
Water Bay and Happy Valley. The Jockey Club
is at Happy Valley, too, and the Race Course, with
hills on three sides of it.
But, as may be imagined, those amusements
which have to do with the water are popular in
Hong Kong. The water is so warm in summer that
swimmers stay in for hours, and even in the winter
the semi-tropical sea is pleasant.
The Peak
Or one may ascend the Peak upon
which the city is built, by automobile
or by sedan chair, through beautiful winding roads
or by the elevated railway, in which case one
marvels at the gorgeous mass of bloom along .the
route. When the top is reached, the whole harbor
lies spread out below, a great polished, tinted
map—many-armed, backed with blue hills, covered
with islands and a collection of shipping from all
over the world.
You will like the shops in Hong Kong; and there
are plenty of rickshas waiting to take you along
Queen's Road, where you will find the most
interesting bazaars.
A few hours by steamer brings one to
the Monte Carlo of China—Macao—that
rocky peninsula which has been the possession of
the Portuguese, and their stronghold in the East,
The Real Cathay
since 1557. Most visitors go for the purpose of
playing fan tan; and looking around the circle of
unsmiling faces in a fan tan house, the foreigner
marvels at the hold which the game takes upon
apparently so unemotional a race.
_ Ninety   miles   from   Hong   Kong   lies
Canton. There are two hundred thousand
boat dwellers in this strange city, who, if they have
never lived on shore, have mainly been actuated
because there was no room for them on shore. The
total population is estimated at two million; and
the whole city is ringed by cemeteries where the
dead lie in millions upon millions more.
We can visit the five-storied
''Flowery" Pagoda, or the City
of the Dead, with its flowers and its paths and its
little brick pavilions—seldom used now.
East and West meet, smile and pass on the Bund
at Canton. You must get into a ricksha and go for
a ride, past streets and streets of house-boats, past
rows and rows of western-style buildings, into
miles of eight-foot rabbit-warren, tangled matting-
roofed streets (the first of which was put there some
four thousand years ago), cobble-paved, damp and
cool—past shops that gleam with silver and with
jade, past shops where lovely fans are sold and silks,
and ivories, and slippers and tea. . . You've seen
China on the screen; you've read of it in books.
But you need the purr of ricksha tires and the pad
of a coolie's feet, you need to get down and walk
right into the picture, before you feel the magic of
it—the real Cathay.
Page Twenty Shanghai
(Large picture) Here, approached by the famous crooked bridge, is the
original Willow Pattern Tea-house itself: (and from left to right below) The
Lunghwa Pagoda—The Moon Arch in the Garden of the Jade Tree Studio
—and a two-sailed Junk on the Whangpoo River
Page Twenty-One Shanghai to Hong Kong
Shanghai to Nagasaki, 426 miles; Shanghai to Hong Kong, 810 miles; Hong Kong
to Manila, 628 miles.
The Philippine
The Spanish discoverers called the
Philippines the "Pearl of the Orient."
Magellan, the heroic and ill-fated
explorer, set foot on these islands in 1521. Twenty years
later they were named for Philip, Prince of the Asturias,
afterwards Philip II of Spain. In 1570 the first permanent
settlement was made, and Manila founded.
Spanish the Islands remained for over three hundred
years, until in 1898, after the Spanish-American War,
they passed into the possession of the United States.
To-day they form an interesting object-lesson in what
nearly three decades of American efficiency have made out
of the effects of the previous three centuries. But Spanish
the principal language still remains, followed by English and
Tagalog, the latter the most widely-used native language.
or pina—a cloth made of pineapple fibre.
Drowsily, pleasantly warm is this "Venice
of the East" intersected by canals which'
are crossed and recrossed with bridges.
Three separate civilizations are here. In
one part are native houses, roofed with nipa
and built on stilts, or in the trees. A touch
of old Spain is Intramuros—the walled
city, entered by five gates. Old moats
surround the walls, and one can now play
golf in them—just as one can motor over
the drawbridges, which up till sixty or
seventy years ago were closed every night
at eleven. And then there is the American
section, with paved streets and up-to-date
One enters the archipelago by Bona Chita,
a narrow gateway leading to the historic
Manila Bay. The first object seen as the White
Empress glides in is the massive dome of the
Cathedral of the Immaculate Conception—the most
imposing and famous church in all this country of
churches. Nearer the wharf a kaleidoscope of
color greets the traveller, for moving in and out
are the reds and blues and yellows and greens (and
all the shades that come between) of the women's
dresses. Of the many picturesque garments of the
Orient, those worn by the Filipino women are
surely the most becoming. The short-waisted,
low-necked, long-trained costume is a combination of brightly-dyed cotton and hemp gauze,
0. H      .       But  while  you   are  travelling  over
Sight-seeing | . &
in Spanish good roads in American-made automobiles, you'll go carefully, for on all
sides is the strangely-mixed traffic—pony or mule or
carabao-drawn, driven by half-awake natives who
have little regard for the rules of the road. You
will want to ride, too, in the funny two-wheeled
calesa or the less-comfortable, less-expensive carra-
meta which will take you quite a long way for
twenty centavos. There is the Malacanan Palace to
visit—the residence of the Governor-General—as
well as the splendidly-built and well-stocked
Aquarium in the old bastion of the south corner of
Intramuros. Bilibid prison is one of the most
interesting sights in Manila; at 4:30 a well-trained
Page Twenty-Two Page Twenty-Three CHINA
Hong Kong to Manila
Hong Kong to Manila, 628 miles; Hong Kong to Shanghai, 810 miles; to Yokohama,
1,967 miles; to Vancouver, 6,250 miles.
prison band leads the daily closing exercises for the
three or four thousand inmates.
Cockfighting is a universal sport in Manila, and
much money changes hands. The cockpits are
built to accommodate thousands, and one of the
commonest sights in the native city is the young
Filipino petting and training his prize cock.
The Native City
Drive past the market place-
it's well worth while. You will
see many kinds of curious vegetables piled up on
large round trays, and luscious tropical fruits—
mangoes, mangosteens, chico and lanzons. Flowers
are there, too, in profusion—jasmine, champaca, and
dama de noche (lady of the night), which, after
nightfall, emits an incomparably sweet smell.
Truly native is the making of thousands and
thousands of hats and cigars, which later you will
probably buy on Broadway or the Strand. Filipino
women do not wear hats, but men, women and
children smoke the cigars, and a long, fat family
cigar often hangs by a string in the home. Native,
too, is the needlework—the marvellous stitchery,
the patient work of little brown slender-fingered
hands, that you can buy for next to nothing.
As the day wanes, the crowd drifts to Luneta
Park. There you will find most of the foreign and
upper-class native population, listening to the
famous Filipino band. Later in the evening everyone dances—in turn at the roof garden of the
Manila Hotel, at Lerma Park and Santa Anna.
Most assuredly, if you have time, you
will motor through the 160 miles of
charming scenery to Baguio, Manila's health resort
and summer capital. Situated in the midst of
pine-clad mountains is this great table-land of
crystal air, flowers and placid streams. And here is
Camp John Hay, an army post, with a remarkably
beautiful open-air amphitheatre.
Shorter drives of interest include those to Fort
Camp McKinley, Montalban and Los Banos. It
takes a full day to visit Pagsanjan, but one is
repaid a thousandfold, and returns with stored-up
memories of native dug-out canoes, seething rapids
and thundering waterfalls.
Page Twenty-Four Manila
(Large picture) A Filipino tree-top house: (Top) The oldest church in
the Philippines—San Augustine, begun in 1577: (Left) Another church,
the most famous and imposing in this land of churches, the Cathedra
of the Immaculate Conception: (Right) A touch of old Spain—the
gateway to Intramuros, the walled city
Page Twenty-Five EMPRESSES    OF   THE
The Canadian Pacific "White Empress" fleet comprises
the largest and fastest steamships on the Pacific Ocean. With
their white, blue-ribboned hulls and huge buff colored funnels,
sharp flaring bows and raking cruiser sterns, they charm
the eyes of ship lovers with a sense of majesty and power.
Empress of Japan, blue ribbon ship of the Pacific,
and her running mate Empress of Canada sail via
Honolulu, reaching that port in 5 days. At Honolulu
connections are made with San Francisco and Los Angeles
sailings. Yokohama is reached in 13 days, Kobe in 14 days,
Shanghai in 16 days, Hong Kong in 19 days, Manila in 21
days. This route is followed both westbound and eastbound.
Empress of Asia and Empress of Russia sail the Direct
Express Route omitting Honolulu as a port of call and
reaching Yokohama in 10 days, Kobe in 11 days and
Nagasaki in 12 days. They are the largest and fastest
liners sailing by this route. All Empresses sail from Vancouver (where trains go direct to ship-side and baggage is
checked through to stateroom) and Victoria.
All Trans-Pacific speed records are held bythe Canadian
Pacific White Empress fleet, the Empress of Japan having
established the following record: Yokohama-Victoria in
7 days, 20 hours, 16 minutes; Victoria-Honolulu in 4 days, 15
hours, 15 minutes; Honolulu-Yokohama in 6 days, 19 hours,
43 minutes; Yokohama-Kobe in 15 hours, 54 minutes.
To "Go Empress" adds the last perfect touch to an
Oriental Experience.
The White Empresses of the
Pacific are of the most modern
type of steamship, and in their
construction due consideration has been given to
climatic conditions in the Orient. All rooms, both
public and private, are large, airy and well-ventilated, and extensive promenade space has been
provided on the broad decks.
The staterooms are beautifully furnished and
have one or two beds. Communicating doors make
it possible to use many of the staterooms en suite,
an ideal arrangement for family parties. Most
staterooms have beds instead of berths, and in all
staterooms hot and cold running water is provided.
Luxuriously - furnished private
suites are a feature of all the
White Empresses. In addition
to special bedrooms and more than sixty
other bedrooms which have private baths
or showers, the Empress of Japan has two
de luxe suites composed of bedroom, bath,
sitting room and verandah. The Empress
of Canada, a fitting running mate of the
Empress of Japan, has six private suites,
composed of bedroom, sitting room and
bath room, in addition to twelve special
rooms with private baths, and other rooms
equipped with showers. The Empress of
Russia and Empress of Asia have each
eight private suites of three rooms.
Public rooms on the White Empresses—lounge, drawing room,
long gallery, reception room, card
room, writing room, smoking room and
dining room—are charmingly furnished and
supply a tasteful background for this most
delightful of ocean journeys. Each ship
has also a verandah cafe and children's playroom. The Empress of Japan and Empress
of Canada have beautiful swimming pools.
Ask for a copy of the Empresses of the Pacific
booklet, which contains description and photographs
of the beautiful accommodations on these ships.
_ . Both European and Oriental stewards are
service empi0ye(j on the White Empresses, and
passengers will find the service efficient yet unobtrusive. Amongst the many conveniences carried are
hairdressing parlors, manicurist, laundry, dispensary, hospital, public stenographer, photographic
dark-room, moving pictures. Each ship has also an
excellent Filipino orchestra which provides music
for dancing and entertainments.
Empress of Japan...
Empress of Canada.
Empress of Asia... .
Empress of Russia..
Gross Registered
The best route to the Orient is by Canadian Pacific all the way. Across Canada is the Canadian Pacific Railway,
with direct connections from principal
United States points. Between Europe and Canada
Canadian Pacific Steamships operate a magnificent
fleet of Empress, Duchess and "Mont" class steamships, led by the Empress of Britain.
._ The high standing of Canadian Pacific
Prestige m Oriental countries enables its representatives to make most satisfactory arrangements for the care of its passengers. Salaried
employees of the Canadian Pacific meet the White
Empresses at the various ports, to assist passengers, furnish information, and secure guides
when desired.
Page Twenty-Six (Top picture) The Smoking Room of the Empress of Canada: (Middle left) A
Private Suite, Empress of Japan: (Right) The Lounge of the Empress of Russia
(and bottom) The Swimming Pool of the Empress of Japan
Page Twenty-Seven Page Twenty-Eight CANADIAN  PACIFIC —WORLD WIDE
Traffic Agents in Canada and the United States for Canadian-Australasian Line
General Agents in Canada for Peninsular and Oriental Steam Navigation Company, (P. & 0.)
W. Greene
R. Kennedy
S. Reid
S. Carter
North Bay
H. White
A. McGill
A. Langevin
Saint John
B. Andrews
R. Swalwell
B. Mackay
J. Forster
D. Chetham
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lOBA Canadian Pacific Bldg.
201 St. James Street W.
St. Catherine and Metcalfe
Cor. Baker and Ward Sts.
87 Main Street West
83 Sparks Street
Palais Station
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Canadian Pacific Building
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