Berlin sounds the curtain call for the greatest athletic show on earth and the magnitude of Germany's display of pomp and pageantry would be fit at the coronation of a king. But today, political destinies are forgotten as the flaming Olympic torch is borne aloft on its way to the stadium altar, the goal of its 1,000-mile journey by relay runners from Athens, Grecian site of the first Olympiad nearly 3,000 years ago. Then to the main arena, where a throng of 110,000 spectators acclaim the arrival of the official procession, headed by Germany's number one host, Chancellor Hitler, who pauses to accept a floral tribute amid the reverberating roar of the crowd. In the ceremonial parade which follows, America's standard passes proudly in review at the head of Uncle Sam's formidable team, 379 strong—a display which draws an Olympic salute. And here are the ladies on whom we depend. Great Britain this year sends a gold-medal team. France is here to defend its equestrian, fencing, and wrestling crowns. And still they come, 53 nations in all.