James A. Fitzpatrick sends his Technicolor cameras to Hungary under the supervision of cinematographer of Winton C. Hoch. It's a view of the agricultural districts, providing food to its neighbors like Germany and Italy. It's a land where people in colorful dress dance the chardash to gypsy music, sometimes wearing as many as twenty petticoats under their dresses: the girls, that is. I don't know what the boys wear under their clothing.
This is almost the last of the Traveltalks produced before first political tension, then war made. There would be one more from India, then seven years of travelogues set almost entirely in the US and Mexico. When Fitzgerald tells us we're saying farewell to Hungary, we're saying farewell to a word at peace.