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 .- Empress of Australia j|jj.  'tl|
Mediterranean Craise
JANUARY 30, 1934
25 PORTS     «     «     21  COUNTRIES
69 DAYS   «     «     «     15217 MILES
PRINTED IN CANADA, 1913 Empress of
Dream Ship
of Cruises
ARY    OF    THE    1934
Time in Port
Days Hours
CADIZ    .
BIZERTA (for Tunis!
(for Athens) .
Spain   .
Malta  .
Sicily  .
Italy     .
Italy     .
No Landing
3 Saturday
4 Sunday
7 pm
7 am
7 am
7 am
5 pm
7 am
5 am
6 am
9 am
6 am
7 am
7 am
6 am
January 30
February 7
February 9
February 13
February 13
February 15
February 16
February 18
February 19
February 20
February 21
February 23
February 28
March 1
Tuesday       Noon
Wednesday 6 pm
6 pm
1 am
6 pm
6 pm
6 pm
2 am
6 pm
6 pm
Wednesday 6 pm
Friday 7 pm
Wednesday 7 am
Thursday noon
6 am
3 pm
March       3   Saturday      6 pm
March        5    Monday    11 pm
gross register
32,800 tons
MEDITERRANEAN     CRUISE      21 Countries
>              Miles
Time in Port
Days Hours
RHODES.      .      .
March    7
Wednesday 7 am
March   8   Thursday
3 am
March   9
6 am
March   9   Friday
10 pm
March 10
6 am
March 10   Saturday
11 pm
March 11
6 am
March 14   Wednesday
8 pm
3      14
March 15
7 am
March 22    Thursday
3 pm
7      8
March 25
8 am
March 25   Sunday
8 pm
March 26
6 pm
March 28    Wednesday
1 am
1       7
April    2
6 am
April    2    Monday
9 am
April    2
2 pm
See Footnote*
ton to
*Cruise   fare   includes
c    .       2884
New York to S
63 days
bound   Atlantic   passa
ge by
o New
.     .      556
sstbound At
6 days
any   Canadian   Pacific
including Empress of
up to December 31,1934.
Total mil*
-age      15217
Total    .
69 days
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A corner of the
Ball Room
THERE is a new spirit abroad today in the countries fringing the Mediterranean. From Gibraltar
to Damascus, from Tunis to Istanbul its effects can be seen. Time was when we visited the Mediterranean because of the glorious relics of past civilizations, because of the pleasing climate which
invited us to escape from winter at home, because of the glittering social life of the Cote d'Azur.
But today there is an added interest—the interest of history in the making. For good or ill, Spain
has felt the effects of this new spirit. In Italy these effects are already crystallizing. Interesting
political and social changes are taking place behind the Dalmatian Coast. Mustapha Kemal is
transforming Turkey. A significant experiment in repatriation is taking place in Palestine. The Land
of the Pharaohs has not escaped and new relationships are in the making.
Because of this added interest, the Eleventh Annual Mediterranean Cruise of the Canadian Pacific
promises to be even more popular than its predecessors. People who are alive to important developments in European affairs have made early inquiries regarding the itinerary. Believing that Canadian
Pacific s successful record in operating Mediterranean Cruises is a guarantee of perfect planning ana
reliability, they are already, at the time of writing, making advance bookings.
Not, of course, that the past will in any sense be neglected. For here stand the masterpieces of
architecture which have astonished mankind through the ages. Here art was born, and of a type
never surpassed. Here were born the three faiths, Judaism, Christianity and Islamism.
Here were framed laws which still command respect. Here flourished the languages on which much
of our own is founded. Here was the fountain of mythology, centre of commerce, of pomp and power.
No matter in what direction we sail, the spell of the Mediterranean enthralls and holds us. At every
port we step into a different entrancing world. Each country complete in itself. Side by side,
lapped by the same blue waves, yet as far removed as the poles in customs, language, and tradition.
Dining Saloon
A corner of the
blue and gold
[ 8 ] BOARD
North, South, East, |West—the enchantment of
these storied waters, over which the slave-driven
galleys of the Phoenicians once glided, fascinates
us with its scintillating memories of a glorious past.
This is a cruise to remember for ever! Recognising
that on a cruise of any duration the ship is of
paramount importance, the Canadian Pacific has
chosen for this cruise the famous "Empress of
Australia"—former world cruiser, known in all
the important ports around the globe, and every
year adding new laurels to her name. Of 21,850
tons gross register, 32,800 tons displacement,
she has a speed of nineteen knots. Graceful,
queenly, dazzling in her gleaming white, she is
the centre of attraction at all ports. And her
outward appearance is just a hint of the luxurious
interior. The public rooms and staterooms are
perfect for the joys of cruising—tastefully
decorated and comfortable to a degree. The
Ideal Ship for the Ideal Cruise.
Many a happy evening will be spent in the blue
and gold Lounge—a delightful room where we
shall dance to the enchanting strains of a fine
orchestra. It is tastefully decorated in Empire
style with furniture of satinwood, upholstered
in damask silk. In these lovely surroundings we
may sip tea in the afternoon or make up a table
for bridge, to while away the evenings at sea.
The Drawing Room, immediately adjoining, is
decorated in Louis XVI style. Here are writing
tables, and bookcases just filled with interesting
books on travel, and fascinating novels. The easy
chairs and lounges invite us to sit back and enjoy
a leisurely half hour.
The Writing Room also follows the Louis XVI
mode. In this dainty room we snatch a few
moments from the pleasure-filled days to write a
letter home, or bring that diary up to date.
The oak-panelled walls, tapestry and leather-
covered   chairs   and   settees,   card   tables   and
Above: A close
Below: Ship Mates
o' mine
[9] In Empire Stylt
—the Lounge
writing tables of the Smoking Room fulfil our idea of just what such a room should be. Comfortable
in the extreme, it is the ideal spot for congenial folk to gather and discuss the events of the day.
On B Deck is the Dining Saloon—treated in Ffench Regency style. Lofty and beautiful, it
adds to the enjoyment with which we devour—yes, devour with cruise appetites, the ever-
tempting meals one connects with Canadian Pacific cuisine. Of course, many of us have
travelled on Canadian Pacific ships before so that we know what pleasures are in store for us in
this luxurious Dining Saloon—pleasures which add to our enjoyijient of the cruise.
The Promenade and other Decks, where we shall spend so many enjoyable hours drilipng in health
and sunshine, are a sheer delight. Here we may stretch out in our chairs in lazy, careless ease, enjoy
deck games, walk our daily mile, or dance under the stars. The forward end of the Promenade Deck
is glass enclosed so that, no matter what the weather, we may still be out in the open air, drinking
in the sea breezes. At the after end is the Verandah Cafe, furnished with wicker chairs and tables.
A delightful rendezvous, and one which proves more than ever popular when sailing over the
sunlit seas. An excellent Gymnasium is also found on this deck aft. Here are all the up-to-date
appliances for keeping fit—rowing, bicycle, horse, and camel machines, punching bags, wall bars,
and all the other devices one associates with a modern Gym. A Physical Instructor is in charge
and classes are held daily, or we may arrange for private lessons free of charge.
On D Deck we find the Pompeiian Swimming Pool, filled with translucent sea-water. Many a joyous
half-hour will be spent splashing about in this white tiled pool. OFlCRUISES
And now, just a peep at the staterooms. These are delightfully furnished, and have regular beds.
Many are provided with a private bathroom, and there are suites of bedroom, sitting room, sun room,
baggage room and private bath. Plenty of bathrooms are available for members occupying staterooms
not supplied with a private bath. More than 92% of the stateroom accommodation is outside, and
all rooms are equipped with hot and cold running water and electric fans. Like the public rooms,
staterooms are fitted with the most modern appliances for forced ventilation.
The ship's Shop is a veritable treasure-house of essential articles and delightful novelties, while the
deft-fingered operators in the Beauty Salon and Barber Shop keep us cut, curled and manicured.
Everything conducive to ease, comfort, and well-being is found on board. The stewards and stewardesses, trained to the Canadian Pacific standard of service, attend to our every want. The Cruise
Director and his staff are experienced in every phase of cruising, and the most complete arrangements
have been made for us to see the really worthwhile things at the various ports.
While aboard we enjoy concerts, moving pictures, dancing, masquerade balls, deck sports, and all the
other pleasures one associates with cruise life. Religious services are held each Sunday while at sea.
News of world-wide events is brought us daily by wireless, as well as the latest market reports.
Nothing is missing. Far from home, and yet every comfort and convenience we could possibly wish
for surrounds us—without one iota of worry or care on our part.
And so—in such an atmosphere of spaciousness, luxury, and freedom, we start off on our cruise,
leaving King Winter behind, and head East by South for our first port.
After dinner
[12] BOARD
Sunlit seas bring
sunny smiles
[13] the DREAM SHIP
A corner of the
Drawing Room OF CRUISES
Spacious decks are
a feature of the
[15] SUNNY
An old English
afternoon tea
The spacious,
airy Verandah
LESS than three thousand miles from New York
—with a setting more than three hundred years
behind the times—Madeira charms the senses or
the modern with iSquaint antiquity.
Emerald, turquoise, coral, and topaz, set in a
sapphire sea. That's our impression as we approach
this Garden of Eden. The Empress of Australia
anchors beyond the famed Loo Rock—at peace on
the sunlit blue. Below, swarms of cockle-shells of
boats dance on the waves,- brown bodies flash in
the sunshine as they dive for coins,- peddlers in
bumboats scream their wares.
As we land, the atmosphere of Columbus' time
wraps stealthy arms around us. We ride to the top
of old Terreiro da Lucta, and slide down again in
cosy carrinhos-do-monte, through wonderful gardens, past old-world houses, flashing streams, and
laughing children who shower us with flowers.
Down, swiftly, easily, to sea-level again. We
bargain in tiny shops, buying beautiful linens on
which skilful native fingers have laboured
patiently. Through the old Cathedral we wander,
through sleepy drowsing streets, where no one"
hurries, where time is of no account, and bullock
sleds make their leisurely way over the cobbled
roads. We hie to that fairyland of colored lights
set in a gorgeous garden, the Casino, to woo
Lady Luck at the tables, or dance to inspiring
music. Or perhaps we shall feel romantic
enough to ride in a carro, resembling nothing
so much as a four-poster bed on runners, drawn
by soft-eyed oxen, through the star-lit night,
perfumed with the scent of a million blossoms.
Peace, old-world charm, soft breezes, kindly
people, and flowers, flowers, flowers. . Madeira!
Two"kids'* in
GLIDING gently over the gleaming seas for a restful day, and here we are in Africa! What a contrast!
All the elusive mystery of the desert lies before us. Modern Casablanca, a progressive, spreading
city, is built over the ruins of the old town.
Wide palm-lined streets, white houses, fine French stores, and delightful parks. Busy and bustling,
as most of the trade of Morocco passes through this thriving port. Truly a wonderful tribute to the
industry of the French, for just a few years ago it was only a muddy Arab town.
But the native quarter! Unpaved streets, bazaars packed with Arabs, donkeys struggling under
enormous loads, caravans of camels sidling along, story-tellers surrounded by gaping listeners quite
oblivious of our presence, snake-charmers, veiled women, a strange babble of tongues. In the Souks
(market places) Arabs in burnoose and turban squat beside their piles of wares. Here we may buy
those wondrous rugs for which Morocco ii|§3mous, the softest of slippers, embroideries, and brass-
ware—and at surprisingly little cfip
Off by electric train to Rabat on the Bou Rereg River, near its sister town of Sale, that wicked old
pirate city of the Sallee Rovers, where Robinson Crusoe was held in slavery. Picturesque in the
extreme—women so closely veiled that only one eye shows—carpet factories—mosques—mules
with crimson saddles—great ramparts—the Tower of Hassan, beautiful old-time Medersas (colleges),
the market places with shrieking mobs of tradesmen, and graveyards running down to the sea, where
the wail of mourtws is drowned by the crash of waves.
A gem of Moorish
[21 Entrance to
[22] SPAIN
AND now sunny Spain is calling. We land at
the most enchanting of her seaports—Cadiz, a
lovely white city almost encircled by a sea of
emerald and gold. Here are the Botanical
Gardens full of rare specimens and the Academy
where we may view masterpieces by Murillo,
Rubens, and Velasquez. Narrow streets full of
color — almost Eastern in atmosphere — busy
markets, tall houses, stately churches, and a history
which carries us back to eleven centuries B.C.
If Cadiz is the most enchanting seaport, Seville
is the most entrancing city ... so truly Spanish,
so wonderfully artistic, built along the banks of
the Guadalquiver, down which huge Spanish
galleons once sailed for the New World.
' Whom God loves he gives a house in Seville'
says the proverb and who would not wish for
a house in this sunny Andalusian capital with
its great Cathedral, the largest Gothic structure
in the world, containing some of Murillo s most
famous works,- the Giralda Tower, magnificent
rose-tinted relic of Moslem rule, the sundrenched Court of Oranges; the Alcazar, a
delight of beautiful courtyards and gardens, the
scent of flowers, the plash of fountains, and the
cooing of doves. In the awning covered Market
Place picturesque people chaffer excitedly over
their purchases. We wander along old wall-
lined streets, and through delicate iron grilles
catch glimpses of patios full of palms, shrubs, and
coolness. It was in Seville that Columbus wooed
and won the support of Queen Isabella for his
perilous venture and Carmen played havoc
with men's hearts.
Should the lure of Spain prove too strong to
resist, we may leave the cruise party and go on to
Granada, basking in the sun at the foot of the
Sierra Nevada mountains topped by eternal
snows.       Here    we    revel    in    one   of   the
[23] SPAIN
The Alhambra
Court of the
loveliest gardens in the world at the Palacio de Geneia|ife—orange trees, pomegranates, roses, terraces, fountains, tree-shaded walks, and, best of all, the haunting melody of the nightingale. At
Albaicin, in caves at the foot of the Sacred Mountain, live the gypsies. Of course, we visit the
Cathedral, one of the finest Renaissance buildings in Spain, while the glory of the Alhambra, enchant-
ingly beautiful, with its arcaded courts, delicate columns, gorgeously decorated ceilings, and Oriental
atmosphere, will leave us something to dream over for years to come.
AS solid as the Rock of Git»ltar." Often we've seen it in pictures—there it stands in grim reality—
stronghold of the British Empire, guarding the gateway to the Mediterranean. Impregnable, impressive,
starkly suggestive of relentless power. Monster guns, strongly entrenched—wireless with fingers on
the pulse of the world—searchlights which play suspiciously on any strange craft in the harbour.
Below lies the old Moorish castle. Within its crumbling walls unnumbered scenes of bloodshed and
torture, cruelty and intrigue took place—when Islam ruled in Europe.
We visit Rosia Bay, the Alameda Gardens, and see the little cemetery where heroes of the Battle of
Trafalgar lie sleeping. Odd carriages rattle through the stony streets, hawkers cry their wares, quaint
shops offer all  kinds of perfume and novelties for sale.
Much there** of interest in this famous little town, drowsing in the shadow of the crouching
lion, which watches and waits, ready to spring at a moment's notice.
The Fabled Pillars
of Hercules
A halt for Prayer
on the Sahara
AFRICA once more! Above the plain in rugged grandeur towers the mighty chain of the Atlas
Mountains, the blue sea laps the curving bay. Those flat topped white buildings comprise the city of
Algiers—not so long ago the stronghold of bloodthirsty Barbary pirates who preyed upon all
nations and were subdued only after years of effort. Tier upon tier the fascinating city rises above the
harbour surmounted by the fortress palace where lived the Deys surrounded by brutal soldiers and
tortured Christian slaves. Now we find fine streets, palm shaded squares, delightful shops filled with
merchandise from Paris,square roofed buildings, miniature sky-scrapers,and gay cafes. The market places
area riot of color and noise, dealers scream and shout—purchasers follow suit calling on Allah to bear
witness that the dealer is a thief. We think a battle royal will soon be in progress but finally both parties
come to an agreement and the promise of a riot fades away. No one takes any notice—this is the
usual business procedure. Street minstrels wander into cafes, and in the Street of the Jewellers is
an absorbingly fascinating display of gold and silver ear-rings, filigree rings, and precious stones.
But this bewildering section called the Native Quarter—can it really be part of the same city?
Narrow sinuous streets climbing steeply and dropping abruptly, darkly mysterious cul-de-sacs,
windowless houses, shadowed doorways, mobs of Arabs, closely-veiled women, swarms of screaming urchins, beggars, peddlers, donkeys, and dogs. Piles of strange looking eatables in the hole-in-
the-wall shops, strange smells, and stranger sights which baffle description, one-roomed houses where
a dozen people make their home, mosques, and decaying Moorish palaces. Progress and stagnation,
sparkling sunlight and dim shadows, and the weird cry of the Muezzin calling the faithful to prayer.
Descendants of
the Haughty
THE scent of orange-blossoms, roses, and mountain mint drifts out with the music of bells to greet
us as we enter the Harbour of Palma. As we set foot on shore, we succumb to the charm of our
surroundings. How spotlessly clean everything is! How happy and contented the people!'"'
The graceful Lonja, erected in the 13th century, claims our attention. Above the Almudaina rises
a weathervane which has turned with the winds of 600 years. Magnificent churches filled with
dim religious light'' arouse our admiration. Winding narrow streets skirt fascinating palaces, half
fortress—half residence. In the distance rises mediaeval Bellver Castle, complete with moat, battle-
mented walls, and iron-barred windows.
By motor and train we explore this halcyon isle—over majestic mountains, past grey windmills,
orchards of oranges and lemons, ruined castles, watch-towers, ravishing gardens, and olive trees
with the winds of a thousand years petrified in their twisted branches. On to Valdemosa, where,
in the old monastery, Chopin composed his enchanting, melodious Preludes. On we go to Miramar,
where was founded the first school of Christian missionaries, and where once lived the founder of
the Mission of San Francisco in California. Past precipitous mountains and verdure-clad gorges
to Seller—picturesque, immaculate, friendly little town, below which lies the port, a bowl of
sapphire ringed with silver sand!    An unforgettable picture! BARCELONA
AFTER the peace and old-world charm of Majorca, what a contrast is Barcelona, so progressive,
brilliant and gay—one of the great cities of the world.
That statue which welcomes us to the splendid half-moon harbour is of Columbus, for it was to
Barcelona the famous explorer came after his discovery of the new world, and in the fine Gothic
cathedral were baptised the "red men" he brought from America.
To drive through the town is a revelation. Few cities have streets to compare with these—broad,
tree shaded, and lined with magnificent buildings. Particularly delightful is the Paseo de Gracia—
the Grand Via de Alfonso XIII—the Plaza de Catalana—and the Ramblas, main artery of social life.
But perhaps it is the architecture we find most intriguing—apartment houses built in curves to resemble
waves, and corner buildings which end in anything but right angles. Remarkably bizarre is the new
Sagrada Familia (Holy Family) Cathedral with its thousands of figures and unusual towers,- then there
is the Guell Park, a riot of mosaic benches and walls.
The old quarter of the city, with its quaint irregular streets, is fascinating. The Bull Rings remind us
that here flourishes the sport beloved of all Spaniards. Some will revel in the glory of the ancient
churches, others in the opportunity of acquiring lovely old majolica ware, and peasant jewellery,
while one and all will be captivated by the flower market and the bird market.
Plaza de Catalana
By-ways of Tunis
Interior views
of the
are shown
in the
ship's plan.
[30] "l
NOW TUNIS—former stronghold of the Corslfs. A truly Oriental city. White buildings rise
gently up the hillside dominated by the Kasbah (citadel) from where we get a view to tuck away
among our other delightful memories. Everything gleams with a dazzling brightness in the morning
sunshine. With grateful appreciation our eyes rest on the lovely gardens of the Dar-el-Bey, a delight
of palm trees, orange trees and flowers. The Palace of the Bardo with its alluring terraces, white
walls, and fascinating collection of antiques demands a visit.
Through the Water Gate, Bab-el-Behar, and we're in the old town, Medina. A thousand years
have been lost somehow during the last few steps. Myriads of people fill the tortuous way; Arabs in
flowing burnoose and mounted on fiery steeds clatter through the streets; supercilious camels and
diminutive donkeys demand way; Moslem women, entirely veiled, scurry about like frightened
ghosts; Jewish women in baggy pantaloons and tall conical headdresses from which depend a long
haik of white silk, shuffle along like walking tents. The Souks of Tunis, a maze of bewildering twists
and turns, are a revelation. What a conglomeration of merchandise! How hard to resist bargaining
with the vendors of rugs, silks, perfume, unusual jewellery, and interesting looking antiques.
We motor out to view the remains of what was at one time the most famous and powerful city in the
world, Carthage—now almost vanished into dust and ruin. At the height of its power this almost
legendary place was surrounded by walls forty feet high and thirty feet thick wherein were stabled
300 elephants and 4,000 horses, and in the ponderous towers lived 24,000 soldiers!
Street Scene
MALTA, rightly called by Napoleon "The Key to the Mediterranean," lies sparkling in the sunshine
of this wonderful February day. Valetta, the capital, seated on its terraced height and girdled by
its animated harbour and the surging sea, gives one the impression of impregnable strength. A link
with the past is this rocky island, owned successively by Phoenicians, Greeks, Carthaginians,
Romans, Vandals, Arabs,  Normans, Germans,   Spaniards,   French,||»ow  a   British   stronghold.
For two and a half centuries it was ruled by the Knights of Malta—that astonishing combination of
saint and soldier established in 1048. Everywhere one goes are evidences of the rule of those
soldier-monks, whose cry "Dieu le veut" echoed and re-echoed before the walls of Jerusalem as
they struggled to free the Holy CS from the yoke of the infidel. The Church of St. John, an amazing
mixture of minster, mausoleilpj and museum, is lined with the tombs of these brave knights. It was at
Malta that Ulysses was wrecked, and here, too, St. Paul landed after his disastrous voyage.
From the "Key of the Mediterranean" to the "Jewel of the Mediterranean"—Sicily! Purple shadows,
brilliant verdure, dark olive trees, fields of grapes, lemons, and mulberries. The exotic medley of
color everywhere charms the eye.
We entrain for Taormiriteone of the most beautiful towns in this beautiful island, set on a hill above
the blue Ionian sea with Mount Aetna for a background. Treasures of the golden past lie everywhere
before our eyes. Ruined temples, monuments, palaces, monasteries, ancient orchards, and pastel-
tinted villages.  All drowsing in peaceful silence, showered in sunshine or veiled in purple mist.
British Warships at
■33] ITALY
Porta Capuana
Interior views
of the
are shown
in the
ship's plan.
[34] ITALY
THE next country we visit is Italy, home of the conquering Caesars, foundation of our laws, inspiration
of many of our political forms. Today, under the impulse of a new political faith, the country has
raised itself to the forefront of European nations. Here we are on the scene of one of the most
interesting experiments in modern history. Everywhere we note the signs of a period of rejuvenation
—a new idealism which admittedly has its roots in the Rome of two thousand years ago and which is
restoring to modern Italian life many of the colorful ceremonies of that time.
Naples is our first port of call—that lovely Italian city sitting serenely above its perfect bay.
Under blue skies, for which Italy is famous, we drive through climbing streets, filled with merry
throngs, meeting all sorts and conditions of people—Fascist guards, and soldiers in their long grey-
green cloaks, housewives going to market, priests in sombre robes, laughing children, and peddlers
with cartloads of Kit, vegetables, or fish, crying their wares. From wall niches, images of the Virgin
gaze down, high above the streets hang lines strung with washing, swarthy Neapolitans stare at
us from crowded balconies. We visit historic churches, and in the Museum revel in treasures of a
kind to be found only in Italy.
One memorable day we go out to Pompeii to see the city which flourished so magnificently until
Vesuvius buried it deep in dust and ashes in 79 A.D. The excavations have been carried out carefully, and we can easily conjure up an idea of how life was lived 2,000 years ago in this old city
of the Romans. Our interest in the destroyer is so great that we feel compelled to journey up the
steep side of Vesuvius and look down into its fiery rumbling depths.
So many things we want to do here. There's the Amalfi-Sorrento drive, over a road that has few
counterparts in the world, soaring and dipping from mountain-top to sea-level and up to mountain-
top again, breathtaking views every yard of the way. Sorrento! who would have missed it? It is a
dream of beauty with a history dating back to the birth of Christ. And Amalfi, drowsing away the
years above the sapphire sea.
Caserta calls, too—the Versailles of Southern Italy—a magnificent palace of over a thousand rooms,
filled with art treasures, and set in a garden almost too beautiful to be real.
But perhaps we had better leave the Amalfi-Sorrento drive until our return, now taking advantage
of that excursion to Rome to view St. Peter's Basilica, Vatican City, the Forum, the Colosseum, and
Rialto Bridge
:35i TALY
the thousand and one other marvellous sights of the city founded by Romulus, and to Florence with
its wondrous art treasures and glorious history, birthplace of Dante and Michael Angelo!
Wrapped in the arms of the Adriatic Sea lies Venice. Exquisite jewel of blue lagoons, pink and
ivory palaces, towers and domes rising sheer out of the depths, the music of bells, and silence.
In comfort we lounge in a gondola, gliding over sun-drenched waters, meeting other gondolas, and
barges piled with vegetables, coal, groceries, and jars of wine,- or perhaps we shall meet a funeral,
a long file of black gondolas heaped with wreaths. Everywhere wind silver lanes of water. To find
one's way about on foot is a puzzle—narrow ways end abruptly at the water's edge,- areaways
suddenly blocked by the corroding walls of some old palace; cul-de-sacs darkly mysterious, weirdly
suggestive of secret societies, abductions, assassinations, and similar black deeds, rife in the bygone
centuries. Darkness and sunshine, history and romance. There the Street of the Assassins, there the
beautiful square where the winged Lion of St. Mark gazes over the blue lagoon. Hours could be
spent examining the Doges Palace, home of the rulers in Venice's incredibly wealthy days. The outer
walls are supported by arcades of rose marble, richly carved; inside are the most wonderful paintings.
In wealth of decoration, the Cathedral of St. Mark is possibly without a peer—stories of biblical
days in delicate mosaic cover a full acre,- paintings and carvings delight the aesthetic taste.
Arching gracefully over the Rio del la Paglia is the Bridge of Sighs, eloquent of the despair of the
condemned as they were hastened to loathsome dungeons. Bewildering city this, a nest of over
100 islands and a labyrinth of canals. The setting for some of Shakespeare's most famous plays, and
home of the celebrated Marco Polo. Slim black gondolas, incredibly lovely buildings, dazzling
sunshine and moonlight magic.   Beautiful Venice, child of the marriage of land and sea!
[35] TALY
The spirit of
the new  Italy
St. Mark's Square
[37] JUGO-
City Gate
EN ROUTE now forthe DalmatianCoast; countless rockbound bays and inlets line the shore, sheltered
from the sea by a barrier of beautiful rugged islands.
In a glorious blue harbour lies Dubrovnik, storm tossed and defiant, a mass of white villas, palm trees,
and fort-crested rocks backed by frowning, weather-beaten hills under a turquoise sky. It is a medley
of past and present. The modern section is a crowded watering place, but through a forbidding
archway lies the old town, reminiscent of the dark ages—an important centre of commerce when
London was a small obscure town. The Palazzo dei Rettori is a storehouse of archaeological treasures,-
the Courtyard of the old Custom House a delight of splendidly carved stone galleries,- the Dominican
Convent, a quiet dream of sunlit cloisters, palms and roses. Quaint old buildings meet the eye at
every turn, and soaring campaniles aspire to heaven. Small shops face the flag-stoned streets,- gay
cafes drowse under brilliant awnings, goldsmiths, barbers, shoemakers, and saddlers ply their trades
in full view of the passer-by, and softly colored rugs, shawls and embroideries beg eloquently for
purchasers. In the "Stradone" one meets Dalmatians, Albanians, Montenegrins, and all the other
Slav nationalities in their brilliant costumes. Almost unreal is Dubrovnik, more like a setting for a
Gilbert and Sullivan opera than a living, breathing city.
In the afternoon of this same brilliant day we go for a leisurely sail up the Bay of Kotor, a natural
harbour of indescribable beauty, dotted with tiny fairylike islets, and so closely ringed by towering
mountains that the little town of Kotor can scarcely find footroom.
Yes, our Mediterranean Cruise is proving to be a series of revelations. Who would have thought
such places existed in these days of rush and bustle?
[39] The Propylaea
[40] ^^^Ms^
"THE glory of the immortal Hellenes."    Since
early school days we have longed to visit this
almost mythical country and see with our own
eyes the wonders of the past.   We sail up the
Saronic Gulf, anchor in the Bay of Phaleron and
land at Piraeus, to find ourselves not in the past
but in a very modern present.   Next we enjoy
a   five   miles'   run   through   delightful   pastoral
country over a  perfect motor road to Athens
"violet wreathed, brilliant, most enviable city.
Great white buildings shaded by mimosas and
pepper trees line the streetsfi the Greek capital,
busy  shops,   overflowing   libraries,   up-to-date
hotels, and museums.   The Arch of Hadrian rises
before our eyes,- the Market Place,- The Temple
of   Jupiter,-   The   Tower   of   the   Winds,- The
Theseum!    We're content now, they DO look
just as we anticipated.  There's Mars Hill where
St. Paul in 54 A.D. preached to Athenian philosophers the existence of the unknown God.
But the Acropolis, our' real objective, exceeds
even our wildest dreams.   We wind around the
foot of the hill and then mount to see at first
hand the glories which have enthralled mankind
down  the ages.    The Propylaea, dignified and
splendid in its ruin,- the Erectheum, an imposing
building with its porch of Caryatides,- the delightful little Temple of Nike, serenely beautiful; the
Theatre of Dionysius, filled with the ghosts of
the old tragedians.   We stand and wonder at
these priceless treasures preserved through storm
and stress down the centuries. Wherever the eye
rests lie monuments of the past; broken columns
litter the ground,- ruined pillars rise up to support
only thin air,- great blocks of marble lie tumbled
together, and over all, proud and stately, broods
the Parthenon, glorious product of a glorious age.
[41: Turkish
in mosaic
wearing the fez
of former days
THROUGH the Dardanelles—famed Hellespont of [olden days—past Gallipoli of tragic memory, and
into the Sea of Marmora. What memories of thepast I ie on every hand! There's the old Seraglio where the
Turkish Sultans,once Rulers of the Land of the Crescent, lived in the utmost splendourand magnificence.
We sail through the Bosporus—surely the most enchanting waterway anywhere. On either shore
stand marble palaces, and mosques with slender minarets reaching skywards through the green.
That group is the Yildiz Kiosk; that lovely palace is the Dolma Bagtche, residence of the last of the
Sultans,- and those modern buildings the Constantinople Women's College. It is strangely fitting
that we should couple the last two: there were no Women's Colleges in the time of the Sultans.
They with many another evidence of modernism are the outcome of the policies of that outstanding
figure in European and Near East politics, Turkey's colorful Mustapha Kemal Pasha. Born in Macedonia of obscure parents, Mustapha Kemal distinguished himself in the World War when, by his
brilliant leadership, he won a series of engagements at Gallipoli and brought about the abandonment
of the entire campaign. Subsequently he thwarted the plans of the Allies to partition Turkey, overthrew the Sultanate of the family that had been in power for more than 600 years and, on the crest
of a Nationalist wave, became first president of the Turkish republic. From the beginning of his
power, he has shown himself a champion of the improvement of conditions of Turkish women—
evidences of which we shall note everywhere.
Istanbul itself, sitting atop its seven hills in the embrace of the Golden Horn, is a sight never to be
forgotten, fully living up to its Greek name "The Dwelling Place of the Gods," and called by Con-
stantine the Great "the Queen City of Christendom."   In the harbour strange looking boats sway
A fruit vendor
of Istanbul—
The turban Is
now seldom seen
gently with the tide, giant modern liners cast their shadows on caiques and sailing ships, barges
lumber along, and craft of all sorts, loaded with figs, Turkish carpets, olive oil, pottery, and similar
products of the East, slip away to distant ports. Ashore are old ruins, modern buildings, fascinating
houses with latticed windows and magenta tiled roofs, scores of minarets like gleaming icicles, the
great colored domes of mosques, streets which wander away to nowhere in a Hies of worn steps
impossible for vehicular traffic, and a conglomeration of races, Persians, Turks, Greeks, Jews, and
Armenians in splendid colorful confusion. There's the great Bazaar, filled with the wares of Asia,
one of the most astonishing places in this astonishing city—acres and acres of roofed narrow streets,
each devoted to some particular trade.
In open courtyards people sit at tables set in the shade of spreading plane trees sipping thick black
coffee and drawing meditatively at water pipes. Over there stands an obelisk which graced the
Temple of the Sun at Heliopolis 1600 B.C. There are the Cisterns, subterranean passages built by
Constantine. There the Museum of Antiquities with monuments from Sidon and Syria and the mummy
of the King of Sidon. Thousands of pigeons, descendants of the two holy pigeons of long ago,
lutter about over rooftops.
But the real glory of this wondrous city lies in its magnificent mosques—the Mosaic Mosque, the Blue
Mosque, the Suleiman Mosque, and the superb Mosque of St. Sophia, built by Justinian in 532 A.D.
—dazzlingly beautiful—a dream of white and colored marbles from Libya and Laconia, deep piled
rugs, and wonderful mosaics. We wander through it as in a dream—Gorgeous! Impressive! Silent!
Silent? No, it is filled with whispering voices, voices of those creative geniuses of 1500 years ago—
murdered when their work was ended that they might never erect another building so beautiful. TURKEY
Minarets, domes
and obelisks
of Istanbul
interior views
of the
are shown
in the
ship's plan.
The Museum
Square, Rhodes
RHODES, where once stood the Colossus, one of the Seven Wonders of the World! We step ashore
to find ourselves in a strange realm of oriental houses, palm trees, towering gates, massive bastions,
crenellated walls, moats and bridges. Though the island is rugged and mountainous we may feast our
eyes on wonderful orchards of figs, pomegranates, and oranges, interspersed with old monasteries,
crumbling chapels, miniature villages, broken watch towers, and ruined fortresses, and let imagination
run riot as we try to recapture the glamour of the olden golden days of armoured knights and silk-
clad ladies, wars and bloodshed, the ringing challenge and the clash of swords. A kaleidoscope of
color fills the streets,- a motley crowd, seemingly made up of every nation on earth, passes to and fro,
wearing costumes of a style unchanged for centuries. Fishermen and sponge divers, traders from
neighboring islands, herdsmen and boatmen, rub shoulders with Italian soldiers and sailors, and up-to-
date business men. Nothing remains of the old city which Cicero knew, and where Tiberius spent
his days of exile, but everywhere are splendid relics of the Knights of St. John of Jerusalem who ruled
here "when knighthood was in flower." From 1308 until 1522 they held the island against the
infidel. Across the harbour a chain was stretched each night, gates were barricaded, great fortresses
guarded the shore, and mail-clad knights kept watch. Charmingly mediaeval is this little island. r^.
St. Sophia Mosque
at Nicosia, Cyprus
FEW places on earth are so richly dowered with romance as Cyprus—home of Aphrodite, Goddess
of Love and Beauty, said to have been born of the white foam which still encircles these magic shores.
What a wealth of inextricably mixed history and tradition awaits us! There's Lanarca, said to be
built on the ruins of ancient Kitium where Lazarus sought refuge after his resurrection at Bethany,
while frowning down on the little blue and white harbour of Kyrenia is a great square sea-girt
castle which tradition claims was erected by Achilles, King of Thessaly. It was here that Richard
Coeurde Lion, who wrested the island from the Saracens, married the Princess Berengaria of Navarre.
Here lived Crusaders, merchants, pilgrims, knights, an.d adventurers. From 1192 until 1489 the
Lusignans, a branch of the French crusaders, reigned in all their extravagant luxury and this period
was the most brilliant in the island s history. Castles, abbeys, cathedrals and fortresses sprang up in
every direction. Soldiers and scholars, lords and their ladies, rich men, poor men, beggar men,
and thieves flocked to this amazing centre of wealth and luxury. The ruins of Bella Paise Abbey,
Buffavento Castle, St. Hilarion Castle, and a hundred others throw an air of romance over all. From
the castle walls boiling oil was poured down on the besiegers and the clash of a thousand swords
split the silence of the night air.
In Nicosia stands an important monument, the Cathedral of S. Sophia, adapted as a mosque by the
Turks in 1570. Here the Lusignan rulers were crowned Kings of Cyprus with all the pomp and
circumstance of mediaeval splendour.
Crenellated towers, fortified ramparts, and Gothic buildings speak eloquently of these ancient times
while ruined stairways ending abruptly in mid-air and arches supporting nothing but the ether, remind
us—sic transit gloria mundi.
Native market in
Nicosia, Cyprus
49 The Leaning
Column at
[50] SYRIA and the
ALONG the shores of St. George's Bay lies Beirut,
old city of the Phcwicians, backed by the gorgeous
mountains of Lebanon. Here are dark swarthy
Maronites and the tall fairer Druses in their loose
fluttering garments so truly Eastern. Full of life and
color is this strange city—thriving, businesslike—
the bazaars swarming with people and lined with
shops filled with treasures of the East—swords,
pistols, furniture inlaid with ivory, silks, carpets,
and delicate filigree work. We drive through the
mountains of Lebanon, wild and majestic, where the
cedars—descendants of those Solomon used to build
his temple—raise lofty heads to the skies. Ruined
towers dominate the towering heights, beautiful
homes shelter in the valleys. Far off lies Baalbek
with its splendid ruins, a glorious mixture of Phoenician, Roman, and Byzantine work. And Damascus,
truly a city of the Orient, where caravans of laden
camels come from Baghdad and Mecca, where we
may buy the famous Damascene work and traverse
the "Street called Straight."
Keyed up to concert pitch, we disembark at Haifa
to travel through the Bible Land, winding between
hilly country and through orange and olive groves.
Jerusalem itself is a revelation. Though the name
means "abode of peace" it has known less of peace
than any other city in existence. Opposing armies
have laid it in ruins time and again, but it is still
the Holy City of Christian, Jew, and Moslem.
Its narrow winding streets lead to spots revered all
over the world. Through a crooked way we find
the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, where pilgrims
from every corner of the earth come to worship.
Set in an open square is the Dome of Rock (Mosque
of Omar) sacred to the Mohammedans, and almost
ost in a maze of turnings and alley-ways, the Wailing
Wall of the Jews where the prayers of the Children
of Israel float up to the four winds of Heaven. The
city itself is a labyrinth of confused shadowy ways,
filled with Arabs, Greeks, Jews, Turks—in fact
every nation under the sun is represented here.
That  man   in   the  purple  velvet cloak  and heavy
Mosque of Omar
[52] fflOLYLAND
fur cap is on his way to the Wailing Wall; that tall bearded patriarch is a Greek of the
Orthodox Church; that black-robed priest is on his way to the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, and
that group of stately Arabs are making for the Mosque of el Aska. Queer little shops line Jerusalem's
streets,- beggars cry for alms,- flocks of sheep and goats block the way; oranges, apricots, grapes, and
nectarines spread their color in huge piles. There's a water-seller with his bulging goat-skin and
his echoing cry of "water, water, oh ye thirsty ones"; there's a porter with a grand piano on his back,
and there another with a little load of fifty five-gallon gasoline tins. We follow the route of the Via
Dolorosa to the Ecce Homo arch where Pilate said: "Behold the Man." We visit the Mount of
Olives, the Garden of Gethsemane, and the Pool of Bethesda. Our trip to Bethlehem amounts
almost to a pilgrimage. Over winding roads the way lies through pleasant though rocky country.
On the hillsides shepherds graze their flocks even as they did when the Star beckoned to the Three
Walling Wall
Wise Men of the East to journey forth to find Him who is born King of the Jews. Groups of pilgrims,
spurred on by religious fervour, even as they were in the times of the crusades, traipse wearily over
the dusty roads,- a huge Arab astride a mite of a grey donkey trots along nonchalantly,- olive trees
raise their twisted arms to the sky. Through the fields of Boaz we drive,- stop a few moments at Rachel's
Tomb; catch a fleeting glimpse of the spot where David slew Goliath; then on to Bethlehem. We halt
at last in a stone-paved courtyard, take a few steps, bend low to pass throiA the tiny doorway and
are there—the mecca of all Christendom. The little Church of the Nativity is crowded; pilgrims
from the four corners of the earth kneel in reverence before the star which marks the spot where the
Saviour was born; lamps burn dimly, candles flicker smokily; priests and nuns chant softly,- prayers
and broken sobs fill the air—
Not far off lies the Sea of Galilee, beautiful and colorful, surrounded by flowers and luxuriant
grasses, and the Dead Sed, grim and deathlike, set in barren hills and shores encrusted with salt
crystals. There's Bethany on the slope of a hill and basking in the southern sun,- the River Jordan, and
the Kingdom of Bashan, Tiberias, Jericho, and Nazareth where Christ spent his childhood days.
In the bygone ages these journeys took days, but we can flash from one to another by motor and
in a few hours the scenes pictured in the Old and New Testaments live for us.
Mount of Olives
[54] HOLY LAND Temple of
Karnak EGYPT
CAIRO! At last! Years of anticipation and now
realization! For many pleasure-filled days this will
be our headquarters. Like everyone else, we
'mmediately fall victims to the spell of this city on
the edge of the desert. Brilliant! Sparkling! Charming! Surprising! Great comfortable hotels, wide
palm-lined streets, fascinating mosques, palaces,
fountains! The very sunshine seems different—
hazy, spell-binding. And the moonlight! But who
could describe Egyptian moonlight! We sit on
the hotel terrace and watch the world go by. We
traverse the streets—dragomans dog our footsteps,
peddlers importune us to buy their wares, golli-
golli men perform their magic tricks. On Citadel
Hill memories of the great Saladin arise,- from here
we gaze out over the fairy-like city, across the
green of the Nile, to the Pyramids and on, on, on,
over the limitless desert which outspreads before
our bewildered eyes. With a start we come back
to earth" and go on to see and marvel at the
exquisite beauty of the alabaster Mosque of Ali,
and the Mosque of Sultan Hassan. In forgotten
byways unique bits of architecture delight us,
beautiful latticed windows and intricately carved
stone. At home these would be things to marvel
at but here they receive scarcely a second glance.
The labyrinth of narrow streets which is old Cairo
still retain the Oriental charm of the old days of
Mamelukes and Caliphs. In the Bazaars all the
undiluted color of the East greets us and we stop
to bargain for beadwork, brassware, glass, and
mummy models. The Zoological Gardens, formerly
an old Royal Garden belonging to the Gizeh
Palace of Ishmail Pasha, fulfils our idea of what a
Zoological Garden should be. In the exquisitely
lovely Blue Mosque of Ibrahim Agha built by the
Emir Aksunkor in 1346 we find that quiet calm of
Oriental peoples and the unsolvable dignity of
Islamic worship. In the Museum we try to fathom
some of the mystery of this mysterious land, but are
lost in amazement at the wonders which  unfold
[57] EGYPT
before our eyes. Particularly superb are th^lreasures of Tut-Ankh-Amen. Just outside Cairo are
the mosque-like Tombs of the Caliphs where lie the old Arab conquerors.
We motor out to the edge of the desert, mount one of those supercilious camels we have met so
often and go swaying out to the changeless Pyramids, to glory at their antiquity and gaze in awe at
the half-smiling wholly contemptuous Sphinx. The desert enthralls us and we take advantage of the
opportunity to sleep out under the stars, awakening at dawn to see the sun come flooding out of
the East.  A memorable experience— one we shall not soon forget!
Along the banks of the Nile near Bedrechein are the mud-walled villages of the agriculturists,
farmers at work in their fields with antediluvian plows hauled by a great stately camel and a mite
of an ass, and using irrigation methods unchanged since the time of the Pharaohs. The women labour
as hard as the animals—from daylight to dark, year in and year out, jjjrst as they have done for centuries,
uncomplainingly, without hope of reward—' Malea'ash" they say (It is destiny).
While in Egypt we must see everything. The mysterious city of Thebes, that wonderful Egyptian
Imperial city which was at the height of its glory before the story of Athens commenced, with its
stupendous relics of the Pharaohs, gigantic temples and Pylons,- the Colossi of Memnon, towering
giants of the plain which Amenhotep said 3,000 years ago would last as long as heaven"; the
Temple of Luxor with its marvellous colonnade, the work of three great Pharaohs; the Valley of the
Tombs of the Kings, Egypt's great treasury of the ages, and the Assuan Dam—Keystone of Modern
Egypt, for since 4514 B.C. irrigation has been an object of national importance.
Many of these, and other equally entrancing places, are covered by the shore eiSjai'rsions.
Ships of the
Empress of Australia
off Monte Carlo
ON our second visit to Naples we see the sights we missed on our former visit. Then our last port—
Monaco, one of the brightest jewels on the Riviera chain. Pale cream houses with attractive red
roofs stand out like precious stones from among the verdure and tropical plants which flourish wherever the roots can gain hold. In the harbour splendid yachts swing at anchor among fishing yawls
and coasting boats. At the great Casino at Monte Carlo we may watch the players, fascinated by
the click of the balls and the recklessness of the gamblers. The Museum of Anthropology with its
50,000 year old skeletons from the Red Cliffs will prove of interest to many, while the Oceano-
graphic Museum, the best of its kind in the world, is absorbing in the extreme. Over the Grand
Corniche, past La Turbie built round the giant monument of Caesar Augustus, we drive to Nice,
the Paris of the Riviera, to lunch and dance, and flash back by tiny towns dreaming away the years.
For many of us the cruise ends at Monaco, others will debark at Cherbourg or Southampton, but one
and all will agree it s been the cruise of cruises. For the last two months we've been happier than
ever before. We've seen everything—met strange peoples, observed odd customs, seen some of the
most marvellous places in the world, wandered along some of the oldest roads, and come face to
face with things we never really believed existed. And above all we've formed friendships that
will last for ever.  Farewell parties are given, the last Good-byes said . . .
. . . and on many a future morning we shall waken, rubbing our eyes, wondering if it was all true,
and not really composed of "the stuff that dreams are made of." Empress of Australia
From New York and return to New York, fares art from
$595, according to location of stateroom. Ship's plan
and details of fares for each room will be sent on request-
see agency list on inside back cover.
Children over one year and under ten years, half the
adult fare for accommodation occupied/ infants one year
and under, $50.
Servants accompanying employers/ $595 when berthed
and served with meals in special accommodation set
apart for their use. When berthed in other than servants'
accommodation tariff rate will apply.
To secure reservation, a deposit of $100 per member is
required at time of acceptance of accommodation offered.
A second payment to bring the amount to 25% of the
passage money, is due on or before November 10,1933,
and final payment on or before January 10,1934.
Accommodation cancelled after deposit receipt, passage
order or ticket has been issued will be placed on sale,
and, when resold, refund will be made of the amount
paid, less expenses incurred.
First class passage with stateroom accommodation and
meals from New York through the Mediterranean to
Southampton, as per itinerary; landing and embarkation
facilities by tender; maintenance on board at Haifa
and Port Said; return Atlantic passage and rail ticket
from Canadian port of landing to New York, as
outlined   below.
Government Revenue Tax on tickets issued in the United
States; French Debarkation or Embarkation Tax at Cherbourg; landing or embarkation taxes if leaving or joining
the cruise at an intermediate port; personal items, such
as beverages not ordinarily served on board steamers,
trains and at hotels without charge; laundry; baggage
insurance; passport and vises; gratuities to stewards on
the ship; or shore excursions.
All shore excursions are optional. This arrangement
allows cruise members the privilege of participating in
the excursions in which they are interested and saving the
cost of those in which they are not interested. Full details
are shown in separate publication.
Passports are necessary. Married couples may travel on
one passport. Most countries still require passports to be
vised by their consulates or representatives. Full information regarding passports and vises will be furnished well
in advance of sailing day and every assistance rendered
by Canadian Pacific representatives in completing
necessary details.
The Empress of Australia will sail from New York at
12 noon, January 30, 1934, embarkation commences at
10 a.m.    Pier number will be announced later.
Membership will be limited, which ensures comfort for
all, aboard ship and ashore. There will be no crowding
or confusion, and the facilities at the various ports, which
In  some  instances  are   limited,  will  not  be  overtaxed.
The cruise ends at Southampton and members will be
furnished with:
1. Passage by any Canadian Pacific steamship from Liverpool, Southampton, Glasgow, Belfast, Cherbourg or
Hamburg. This will permit members to combine a
European Tour with the Mediterranean Cruise. See note
below regarding return Atlantic passage.
2. First class railway ticket from Canadian port of landing
to New York (members to pay for sleeping car berth,
parlor car seat and meals on train) or the value of the railway ticket may be applied on ticket to Anal destination
of member. If value of railway ticket furnished is less
than the fare to New York, the difference will be refunded.
Return Atlantic passage will be provided by any Canadian
Pacific steamship including the 5-day Atlantic
Giantess—Empress of Britain—42,500 Gross Tons.
Cruise members will be furnished, as far as possible,
with accommodation similar to that purchased for the
cruise, whether returning by Empress or Cabin Class ships.
Return tickets are valid until December 31,1934.
No refund will be made to members not availing themselves of the return Atlantic passage.
may be rented for the cruise at: Deck Chairs, $4.00 each;
Rugs, $4.00 each; Cushions, $2.00 each.
Warm winter clothing will be required for the first and
last days of the cruise, also frequently for evenings both
on ship and ashore. Clothing appropriate for spring or
fall wear will be required for the rest of the trip. Sultry
days will not be encountered, except possibly in Egypt.
An overcoat or wrap should be kept handy for use at
sundown, especially in Egypt, where the temperature
takes a sudden drop at nightfall. Gentlemen will find a
dinner jacket will meet all ordinary requirements. Sport
clothes and appropriate costumes for the fancy dress
parties, which will be given aboard ship, will be found
Shoes, rubbers, sweaters and raincoats should be taken
from home, also an adequate supply of clothing, but the
latter may be replenished at most of the ports. An automobile duster will be found useful occasionally.
Although there is practically no limit to the amount of
baggage which may be carried on the steamship, it is
inadvisable for members to burden themselves with too
many trunks and bags. Large trunks and other baggage
not regularly needed or which cannot be conveniently
accommodated in the stateroom, will be placed in the
large, well appointed baggage room which will be
accessible throughout the cruise. Trunks for staterooms
should not exceed 14 inches In height.
On inland excursions baggage will be limited to suit
cases, hand bags and other portable baggage.
Every care is taken in connection with baggage, but on
board the liability of the Canadian Pacific is limited, and
we assume no responsibility ashore. Members are
recommended to protect themselves by insuring their
baggage against loss, damage or pilferage. This may be
done at very reasonable rates.
[62] 1934  Mediterranean  Cruise
Cruise members may arrange with the Baggage Master of
the ship for storage of their baggage at Southampton or
Liverpool, at a nominal charge of $1 per month or fraction
thereof for each piece. This charge will include delivery
to the westbound ship on which member is returning, also
transportation charges from Southampton to Liverpool
in the case of those sailing from the latter port.
The baggage of members sailing from Southampton,
Hamburg or Cherbourg will be placed on board at
Trunks and all heavy baggage of members leaving the
ship at Naples, Monaco or Cherbourg, will be taken to
Southampton on the ship free of charge.
Cruise members should procure their westbound labels,
from the Baggage Master before leaving the cruise ship,
and communicate with the Agent of the Canadian Pacific
at Southampton, or Liverpool if sailing from there, a
reasonable time in advance of the sailing, quoting the
numbers of the baggage checks issued as receipt and
requesting him to have tneir baggage placed on board the
westbound ship by which they are returning.
The Empress of Australia is equipped with a modern
laundry and members'work will be given special attention.
Canadian Pacific Express Travellers' Cheques are recommended for the cruise. They are issued in denominations
of $10, $20, S50, $100 and $200, and may be obtained
from any Canadian Pacific Office at the regular rates.
To ensure the safe delivery of mail matter at the various
ports of call, a Post Office has been installed in the ship,
in charge of a staff of experienced postal clerks.
Members of the cruise will be furnished, when tickets are
issued, with full instructions regarding the addressing of
mail and cables to reach them en route.
The offices of the Canadian Pacific will receive cable
advice of the arrival of the Empress of Australia at each
port and will notify relatives and friends of members by
mail if list of names and addresses is left with them.
The Empress of Australia has a modern and well equipped
shop at which may be purchased a variety of articles,
such as books, candy, toilet requisites, photographic films,
souvenirs, post cards and fancy goods.
As a cruise offers exceptional opportunities for
photography a staff of expert photographers is carried
for developing and printing. Films will be on sale at
The Shop at regular prices. Cine-Kodak Alms are also
available at The Shop, but must be developed on shore.
The Empress of Australia has every facility of the modern
hotel: stenographer, barber, ladies' hairdresser, manicurist,
masseur, masseuse, two surgeons, trained nurses, laundry,
valet service, photographer, novelty shop, daily newspaper, etc. The ship is equipped with long range radio
capable of maintaining communication with land at all times.
Divine service will be held on Sundays, when the ship
is not in port. An altar set is also provided for the celebration of Holy Mass. There is usually a Roman Catholic
priest among the members.
The hours aboard ship will pass all too quickly, as there
will be so many interesting things to do—deck tennis,
quoits, shuffleboard, sports tournaments, bridge, concerts,
birthday   parties,   fancy   dress   and   masquerade   balls,
dancing, gymnasium, lectures, fraternal meetings, camera
club and moving pictures.
The library will contain a special collection of books on
travel, adventure and foreign countries.    In addition a
representative collection of all current literature will be
placed on board, thus ensuring the latest publications
being available.   The Paris editions of American and
English newspapers will be placed on board at various
Two high-class orchestras will be carried, one for classical
music and the other for dancing.
The Directress of Entertainment and the Staff Captain will
assist in arranging the various functions.
Lectures will be delivered before arrival at many ports,
by an interesting globe-trotter, who is thoroughly familiar
with the history and customs of each country visited.
The Empress of Australia is owned and operated by the
Canadian Pacific, the shore excursions are arranged and
executed by the Canadian Pacific—one management
ship and shore—one standard of service—the best.
Canadian Pacific representatives, experienced in cruising,
will accompany the cruise to attend to the comfort of
members aboard and sightseeing arrangements ashore.
The Canadian Pacific acts only in the capacity of agent
for the passenger in all matters relating to travel away from
the Empress of Australia, whether by steamship, railway,
automobile, or any other means, and as such holds itself
free of responsibility for any delay, loss, accident or sickness occasioned by fault or negligence of any person or
company, or from whatever cause.
The right is reserved to withdraw the cruise subject to
refund of the net fare received by the company. Should it
be deemed necessary or desirable by the management
on any account to make changes in the itinerary or
arrangement, or to omit any section of or port named in
the programme, such change may be made, and no passenger shall be entitled to compensation on such account.
The right is also reserved to decline to accept or retain
any person as a member of the cruise, at any time, but
in such cases where money has been received the full
or a proportionate amount will be returned, according to
In the possible contingency of quarantine, any additional
expenses, living or otherwise, must be defrayed by the
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 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 on all
Frequent sailing each week from Montreal and
Quebec (trains direct to ship-side) to British and
Continental ports.
ALL EXPENSE conducted tours through Europe.
"Go Empress" for size, speed and unsurpassed
luxury. Choice of two routes:
DIRECT EXPRESS is the shortest Trans-Pacific
crossing . . . Yokohama in 10 days Rat. Empress
of Asia and Empress of Russia are the largest,
fastest liners on this route.
Going via Honolulu gives us a charming break in
the voyage, yet is only 3 days longer. Take
Empress of Japan, largest, fastest liner on the
Pacific, or her running mate, Empress of Canada.
Los Angeles and San Francisco sailings connect at
All Empresses sail from Vancouver (trains to ship-
side) and Victoria.
Size, speed, luxury and every device—including
spacious swimming pools-—for perfect sea-going
comfort in tropic waters.
Take the luxurious, high-speed motorship 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 Tours.
Serving all the important industrial, commercial and
agricultural sections of Canada as well as many
parts of the United States. It reaches large cities,
famous historic spots, wonderful vacation and
sporting resorts, and some of the most magnificent
scenery in the world including Banff, Lake Louise
and Emerald Lake in the Canadian Rockies, "fifty
Switzerlands in one."
On the Pacific Coast, in the Rockies, on the
Prairies, in Ontario, Quebec and the Maritimes.
A chain from Coast to Coast. Also nine delightful
Chalet-Bungalow Camps in the Rockies and
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[64] Empress of Australia Mediterranean Cruise
Traffic Agents in Canada and the United States for Canadian-Australasian Line
General Agents in Canada for Peninsular & Oriental Steam Navigation Company (P. & O.)
VICTORIA       '
K. A. Cook
L. R. Hart
W. P. Wass
E. A. Kenney
M. E. Malone
G. H. Griffin
H. C. James
Canadian Pacific
R. W. Greene
P. G. Jefferson
R. G. Norris
Wm. Mcllroy
H. M. Tail
D. R. Kennedy
E. T. Stebbins
R. y. Daniaud
iH. J. Clark
J. A. McGill
J. C. Patteson
W. A. Shackelford
W. H. Deacon
C. A. Lartgevin
F. L. Nason
G. R. Swalwell
E. L. Sheehan
C. B. Andrews
G. P. Carbrey
E. S. McPherson
L. N. Jones
J. B. Mackay
J. J. Forster
L. D. Chetham
C. E. Phelps
W. C. Casey
404 C. & S.N. Bank Building
405 Boylston Street
I 60 Pearl Street
71 East Jackson Boulevard
SOI Dixie Terminal Building
1010 Chester Avenue
1212 Kirby Building
1231 Washington Boulevard
106A Canadian Pacific Building
Merchants Bank Building
709 Walnut Street
621 South Grand Avenue
611 Second Avenue South
201 St. James Street, West
Can. Pac. Bldg., Madison & 44th
87 Main Street West
803 Woodmen of World Building
83 Sparks Street
1 500 Locust Street
338 Sixth Avenue
626 S.W. Broadway
Palais Station
152 Geary St.
115 Canadian Pacific Building
1320 Fourth Avenue
40 King Street
41 2 Locust Street
Old National Bank Building
1113 Pacific Avenue
Can. Pac. Bldg., King & Yonge
Can. Pac. Ry. Station
1102 Government Street
14th Si New York Ave., N.W.
Main St. & Portage Ave.
Algeria Atwater Shipping Co.
Belgium E. A. Schmitz
Greece Crowe & Stevens
New Zealand A. W. Essex
Spain Agenda Maritima,
(Wm. H. Muller, S.A.)
Ireland F. Bramley
Syria Henry Heald & Co.
Germany A. W. Treadaway
Belgium G. L. M. Servais
Spain H. W. Sanderson
Egypt Anglo-Am. N. & T. Co.
Morocco Atwater Shipping Co.
France Canadian Pacific
Denmark M. B. Sorenson
Jugo-Slavia Jugo-Slavia Exp. Agency Ltd.
Gibraltar The London Coal Co.
Scotland C. L. Crowe
Palestine Palestine Shpg. & Trading Agcy
Turkey W. F. Van der Zee
Palestine Jamal Bros.
Cypress Mavroidi & Co.
England H. T. Penny
England W. H. Powell
England C. E, Jenkins
Madeira Blandy Bros. & Co.
Malta Lambert Bros.
Sicily Santi Lisciotto
Monaco A. Jules Doda
Italy Wilmink Borriello Ltd.
Majorca Gabriel Mulet e Hijos
France A. V. Clark
Egypt Port Said & Suez Coal Co.
Rhodes E. Perkins
Italy A. R. Owen
England H. Taylor
Australia J. Sclater
Tunisia Atwater Shipping Co.
Italy Guiseppe Guetta
Austria F. King
5 Boulevard Carnot
25 Quai Jordaens
Piraeus, Greece
32-34 Quay Street
Paseo de Colon, 24
14 Donegall Place
Steamship Agents
Unter den Linden 17-18
98 Blvd. Adolphe Max
1 7 Isaac Peral
2 El-Manakh St.
6 Rue Nolly
46 Quai Alexandre III.
Vesterbrogade 5
Steamship Agents
72 Irish Town
25 Bothwell Street
Steamship Agents
Steamship Agent
Jaffa Road
Famagusta Cypress
Royal Liver Building
62 Charing Cross
62 Charing Cross
Funchal, Madeira
38 Lascaris Wharf
Steamship Agent
Courtier Maritime
62 Via Depretis
62 Av. Antonio Maura
Blvd. des Capucines 24
Steamship Agents
Steamship Agent
130-131 Via Del Tritone
Canute Road
Union House
59 Avenue Jules Ferry
1474 S. Moise
6 Opernring
General Agent, Cruise Department
Steamship General Passenger Agent
Steamship General Passenger Agent
General Passenger Agent, Cruises
Asst. Steamship Passenger Traffic Manager
Steamship Passenger Traffic Manager
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