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264 CAIRO TO DAMASCUS Carter had provided cooks, kitchen help, housekeepers, and waiters. We were not sure who was what, but two Arab youths and an Armenian girl named Mary served us in those capacities. Our Arab help had no idea of sanitation. A dozen ravenous cats soon discovered our premises, and we had to place rocks on the garbage cans. Mary was in her early twenties, an attractive girl with large brown eyes, light skin, and a figure sufficiently shapely to cause muffled whistling. But Mary's personality soon squashed any romantic notions. She had had a violent love affair with an English officer, and had begged him to take her away. He had left her in the lurch, and she was undergoing a pronounced anti-male period. She refused to speak Armenian with me, and said she was ashamed to have been born one because her parents were so narrow-minded. We let her alone. On the night of this first Shabbat, despite the fact that the electricity had been turned off and she had to work by the light of a kerosene lamp, Mary prepared a delicious supper. She baked a pie and served it with American coffee—luxuries that were to disappear soon. Including Carter Davidson and myself, there were fourteen of us at the table: Jim Fitzsimmons, Associated Press photographer, a redfaced, hard-working extrovert; Tom Pringle, the third member of the AP team, adventurous and fearless; Dana Schmidt, veteran New York Times correspondent, lean, studious, a bit austere until one learned to know him; Kenneth Bilby of the New York Herald-Tribune, a former Army colonel, who was always kindly, quiet-mannered, and well-liked; Bob Martin of the New York Post, bluff, hearty, a good Samaritan; Cornell Acheson of the Indianapolis News, reticent, self-contained; Robert Hecox, Paramount News cameraman, tall, handsome and moody; Al Noderer, chubby, hard-working reporter for the Chicago Tribune; John Calder, pleasant and likable, the Reuters correspondent; and James Hayes of Kemsley Newspapers, Ltd., whom I thought arrogant and overbearing—a dachshund kept him company. Hore and Claire Hollingsworth were correspondents for London newspapers. He was