CATT, CArrie ChApMAN SPEECH, ARTICLE, BOOK FILE Articles 1923-1928, for Good HousekeepiNg MAgAziNe [*Good Housekeeping Mar 1928*] East is East, and West is West, and yet they can meet in a same and sober way and discuss their problems in like manner. Let's Talk So Said some Public-Spirited Men and Women of the Problem and Following their Call the Group Pictured above Gathered in Here is a very Important Article Telling what they Carrie Chap- Did you ever see a fish laugh? Did you ever see a melon that grew on a tree? Did you ever go to a tea party under the broad-spreading shade of a bread-fruit tree, or to a banquet where the tablecloth was taro leaves and the chief dish roast octopus? Did you ever play on a beach of fine beautiful sand as black as your shoe? Did you ever roll luxuriantly over a good road up a mountain side for 4000 feet and there stand comfortably on the edge of a mighty crater and see below boiling, seething lava pouring forth red and terrible? Or, more dainty view, did you ever see 10,000 blooms of the rare night-blooming cereus all at one time on a hedge under a silver moon? Did you ever see a lunar rainbow, or rainbow tree, or a square fish, or one of cerulean blue with his tail attached by a flirtatious bow of brilliant yellow? No, this is not Münchausen cynically asking you another; these are a few actualities of the many wonders of a self-governing territory of the United States of America. Like magnificent, shining jewels in a blue summer sea, six days' journey from San Francisco, lie the twelve Hawaiian Islands, created by inconceivably violent volcanic action in some unknown ancient day and now constituting the Hawaiian Territory. Just below the Tropic of Cancer, fruit, flowers, trees, and all verdure are tropical in character—always green, the air always redolent with sweet perfume, the scene always startlingly brilliant with masses of 56 flowers. "The loveliest fleet of islands ever anchored in any ocean," wrote Mark Twain a generation ago. "The Rainbow Isles," "The Paradise of the Pacific," "The Wonderland of the World," are some of the pet titles the residents apply to it. The first preparation for a visit should be to learn how to pronounce the name of the famous capital of Hawaii, which is not Hon-olulu, but Ho-nolulu. When, in early dawn, to early risers on incoming ships, land appears in the distance, a tall tower slowly looms out of the mist, and by degrees the visitor spells out a new word at the top, "Aloha." How is it pronounced; what does it mean? he hastily asks. There are always those to answer. "Ah-lo-ah" they will tell him, and the word means "Welcome; we are truly glad to see you." Soon the strains of a Hawaiian band reach the visitor, and friends, eager to interpret all the mysteries, announce that it is playing "Aloha," and they will add that when the visitor departs, it will play "Aloha-oe" meaning "Farewell; we are sorry to see you go." Perhaps there will be a Hawaiian woman's chorus also to sing "Aloha" to the rhythm of the ukelele, and certainly the home-coming residents will add that when the word is pronounced with a chanting drag on the second syllable, "ah-lo-ah" it means "I love you"—the more emphasis and chant, the more love. A moment more, and over the visitor's head is slipped a lei—a wreath of flowers— and perchance, if there are many friends and the welcome is very profuse, there may be so many wreaths heaped upon his shoulders that he can scarcely peep out over them. All these are old Hawaiian IN THE hour she had had to herself Farley had made Joan's suite a place of beauty. She had ordered flowers and set them about so that there was the fragrance of them and the color. On the wide seat below the window which looked out on the mountains, she had flung an apple-green cushion, and with the pink of the azaleas which bloomed on a table beside it, the effect was spring-like and charming. "Take off your hat," Drew commanded, "and let me see your hair." Joan lifted it and touched her locks lightly. "Am I all right?" "With these—" He picked up a bunch of violets from a bowl on the table and wiped the stems on his handkerchief. "Come here," he commanded. As Joan went toward him, he spoke to Farley, who was moving quietly about in the adjoining room. "Can you get me a pin?" She brought a big one and retired discreetly. She had the effect outwardly of composure, but with-in she was much disturbed. So here were the Hallams again! And he with his love-making! And Heaven only knew what would happen to the child if she married him! Drew arranged the flowers in a shoulder-knot, touched them to his lips, and pinned them to Joan's gown. He did it expertly and smiled into her upraised eyes. "That's better," he said, and then suddenly his voice broke, and he caught her to him. "I've been starved for you, starved." When, an hour later, Drew went away, Joan sought out the maid. "Farley," she said, and her voice caught. "Farley, I'm going to be married . . ." There was a short and significant pause before Farley asked, "To Mr. Hallam, Miss Joan?" "Yes. In April." There was anxiety in the older woman's eyes. "Are you sure you know your own mind, Miss?" "Of course." Farley moved about the room, beating up the cushions, then turned and faced her young mistress. "I know it isn't my place, Miss Joan. But you haven't any mother. And marriage is a solemn thing." Joan stared at her for a moment, then flung her arms about the other's neck. "Wish me happiness, Farley," she said. "I want it so—I want it." She was crying now stormily. "Poor lamb," Farley said, and patted her shoulder, and then presently she suggested her perennial panacea: "You must have a hot bath, and I'll get out the white dress with the silver." "Yes . . . Drew will like that. He hates black." More flowers came up presently, orchids and valley lilies. But it was the shoulder-knot of violets that Joan wore with the white and silver. Nancy, coming in with Drew to go down with her, said: "Joan, you darling! May I kiss my sister-in-law?" Joan's voice was startled. "Did Drew tell you?" "My dear, he's shouting it from the housetops." Joan turned to her lover. "Do you mean we are to announce it?" "Why not?" "Oh, I thought—it was just our business." "Why hide it?" He let it go at that, and went on to say, "Joan, you are perfect in that gown." "She is perfect in any gown," Nancy stated, "and now may I break the news gently that Rose and her mother are coming over after dinner?" "They won't see us," Drew announced. "Joan and I are to ride up the mountains in the moonlight." "I am not sure," Joan told him, "that I like Spanish moons." "You will like this one." "You can't leave Rose high and dry like that," Nancy protested. "What shall I tell her?" "That I am going to marry Joan and that this is our first evening together." Nancy laughed. (Continued on page 239) 55 From the four corners of the world they came—these delegates from the nations facing the Pacific—to an enchanted isle in mid-ocean. IT OVER of Living Together in Peace and Amity around the Pacific, Honolulu to Discuss the Things that Vexed their various Countries. Said and Did—By one of the American Delegates – MAN CATT customs. In the long ago any failure to show hospitality to strangers was punishable by serious penalties; now these customs are modernized, honored, and protected by Americans. Directly the visitor is driving to his hotel between hedges of gorgeous hibiscus, giant monkey pod trees and great poincianas covered with crimson bloom. This is Honolulu; exotic, beautiful beyond compare, different and appealing, inspiring poetry, romance, and aspirations. In these unwonted surrounding and amidst these demonstrations of friendship and good-will the Institute of Pacific Relations met in July, 1927. It was entertained in the Punohou School, a one-time mission, but now the school mistress of all the important men and women of the Islands. Here in the dormitories all the visiting members were housed, in the school dining hall they were fed, in the big blue school swimming pool they took their morning dips, over the extensive campus they roamed, and in the school class rooms they gathered for work. On the first morning, as members from Great Britain, Australia, New Zealand, Canada, China, Korea, the Philippines, Japan, and the United States strolled into the school auditorium and hunted for their names on the seats assigned them, it was a question whether the Institute was to partake of the nature of a school, a parliament, or a League of Nations. It was soon revealed that it could not be either of the two last, because no motions, no resolutions, no findings were permissible. More, each member came representing himself and no one else. It was a school, but without teachers, and one in which members taught each other. Whatever their other qualifications may have been, each member of the Conference was chosen because he or she was informed about some phase of Pacific interests. From the United States came Dr. Ray Lyman Wilbur, President of Stanford University, and not only Chairman of the Conference but also of the American group. He was supported by Dr. Arnold Bennett Hall, President of the University of Oregon; Dr. Ada Comstock, President of Radcliffe College; Dr. Mary E. Woolley, President of Mount Holyoke College. Dr. George H. Blakeslee, Dr. George Grafton Wilson, Dr. Quincy Wright, Professors of International Law respectively at Clark, Howard, and Chicago Universities, kept the discussion within legal truth. Dr. Daniel J. Fleming, Union Theological Seminary; Galen M. Fisher, Director Institute of Religious Research; the Most Reverend Edwin J. Hanna, Archbishop of the Diocese of San Francisco; Dr. Edward H. Hume, former President of Yale in China; Miss Mabel Cratty, General Secretary of the National Board, Y.W.C.A., were prepared to discuss the questions concerning mission in China. Mr. Herbert Croly, Editor of The New Republic; Frederick M. Davenport, Congressman and Professor of Political Science, Hamilton College; Dr. Stephen P. Duggan, Director of the Institute of International Education; Mr. Jerome D. Greene, broker; Dr. Stanley K. Hornbeck, lecturer on Far East, Harvard; Dr. Jeremiah W. Jenks, President of (Continued on page 174) 57 A new and practical idea from the house of Champcommunal in Paris--the evening gown and its coat: the first, white chiffon velvet with a coat of white organdy lined and collared with the velvet; the second, black satin gown and coat The Importance of the Ensemble In the Evening 58 174 Beauty - Tone - Size Every quality of the modern grand in the Brambach Baby Grand, the instrument of beauty The Beautiful Brambach. . . . .the Florentine model Bramback Baby Grand 4 ft. 10 in. long Full volumed, pure toned, richly resonant, the Brambach Baby Grand satisfies every requirement of the most exacting music lover. Designed to fit the modern living room, yet truly a grand in every gleaming line, in every golden note. 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The BRAMBACH BABY GRAND Name____________________________________ Address__________________________________ City___________________State______________ March 1928 Good Housekeeping Let's Talk it Over (Continued from page 57) Alexander Hamilton Institute, once financial adviser to China; Robert N. Lynch, San Francisco Chamber of Commerce; Dr. James T. Shotwell, Professor of History, Columbia, and others discussed the Chinese problem. Miss Grace Abbott, Chief of the Children's Bureau; Dr. O.E. Baker, Federal Bureau Agricultural Economics; Dr. Carl L. Asberg, Director Food Research Institute, Stanford University, discussed food and public welfare problems. The members from other nations were equally representative of their universities and of scattered interest, The Chinese and Japanese delegations being especially noteworthy. The Chinese were about equally divided among college professors, managers, Y. M. C. A. and business men, not forgetting three thoroughly modern women. The chief of the Japanese was a member of the House of Peers, Dr. M Sawayanagi; the chief spokesman, Mr. Y. Tsurumi, who used perfect English and was at all times witty and eloquent. Japan sent a group of professors, too, and had three women in her delegation, the chief of whom was Miss Hishino, Acting President of Tsuda College. The British group was especially distinguished with two well-known diplomats as chief and assistant chief, Sir Frederick Whyte and Lionel Curtis. Sir Arthur Currie, leader of the expeditionary forces to France, was the chief of the Canadian group. These were some of the men and women who day after day sought an understanding of the great problems stirring the Pacific. Planning the Program The program was not prearranged, as is usual, but was formulated after the members arrived, by a Pacific Committee upon which persons of ten nations served. By common consent a majority of the hours of the Institute was given to China and her relation to the outside world. Not only the oppressive political situation in which she finds herself, while harassed by civil wars and menaced by Bolshevism, but also Christian missions in China, now facing an admittedly difficult crisis, were reviewed in full. Other questions such as population and food supply, immigration, transportation, radio, investments, racial antagonism, mandates, and education, were examined, but these seemed far away and immaterial when compared with the urgent demands for China. The Round Table known since King Arthur's day, is not a new plan, but the Institute of Pacific Relations is attempting to develop it into a perfect instrument for finding understanding through discussion combined with good-will. Not more than thirty people gathered about each Round Table. In the evening all the Round Tables met together in a forum to review the day's discussions and to exchange views. Usually much time is consumed in all international conferences by the tedious necessity of interpreting speeches from one language to another. Here English only was spoken, and although the Asiatics may have suffered somewhat from inequalities in the give and take of discussion, most of them could speak English quite as fast and furiously as any American or Briton. Wit, sarcasm, sharp repartee, illustration, logic, and even apt quotations from English poets and statesmen were flung across the Pacific (or Round Table) with an abandon at times not a little disconcerting to proud Anglo-Saxons. Any onlooker would have discovered at once that this was a contest of equals, guided by a common aim to dig to the very bottom of each puzzling problem in quest for truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Race superiority received many a knock-out blow. Certainly all members must have gone away with smaller racial and national vanity 173 The Problems of Reclaiming Old Houses where the low ceiling, with beams obviously cut and placed there before the time of the hand saw, belonged to an older period than the rest of the house. It opened into a tiny room divided from the terrace by a fifteenth-century door in an excellent state of preservation, still framed in its original granite frame. Mysterious steps led up to a large room with a sloping ceiling and a little iron balcony. That, I said to myself, will be my room, and my room it is today, although chintz and gay furnishings have taken off the somewhat grim atmosphere with which it greeted me. But generally speaking, the whole thing was a problem. There was a wealth of beautiful background, but how to make the most of it without too great expense, and how to avoid spoiling the general effect? Things had to be done that smacked of the twentieth century, bathrooms, electricity, a water system, and wall decorations. The Entrance of the Tuileries An opportunity came to us--really an astounding piece of good luck--of becoming the proud owners of nothing less than the main entrance to the Royal Palace of the Tuileries. Due to certain legal complications with the Louvre, we received the undisputed possession of the carved stone columns and frontal thereon which once upon a time formed the main entrance to the Tuileries facing the world's largest square, now known as the Place de la Concorde in Paris. The unique relic of gorgeous Louis XIV's court, with the portrait of the Sun King himself in the middle, was thrown down by the fury of the mob when, at the time of the Commune, it sacked and burned the Royal Palace. The columns and other important pieces of historical sculptures were later sold as junk by the Republican Government in order to make room for the present Tuileries Gardens and were purchased for a few thousand francs by our predecessor in the Manoir des Gandines, who had them carted there and placed them on the main terrace. This terrace, which is followed by three others gradually sloping down to the bottom of the valley, in the middle of which a tiny stream flows, is on a slight incline, which accounts for the curious architecture of the Manoir, which, 245 feet long, begins as a one-floor house and ends in two stories. It accounts also for the small flights f stairs in unexpected places, which add so uch to the charm of the interior. The very name of the place, Manoir des Gandines, located at Les Essarts le Roi, in the Department of Seine et Oise, France, seemed to smack of court formalities. To begin with, "Les Essarts le Roi," translated in modern French, means "Ground broken and put under cultivation by order of the King." The Manoir des Gandines, which was originally a much smaller place, and the manor house of the village of Les Essarts, got its name through a joke of Louis XIV. It was then occupied by one of his courtiers, whose particular job was to supervise the royal hunts. Down in the valley where the tiny stream now murmurs was a large pond where the village girls used to do their washing. The Beau Brummels of the neighborhood used to come there at dusk to watch them. The girls, conscious of the admiration of the enterprising swains, adopted the habit of wearing their best Sunday clothes all the time. The word gandin in old French means "fop," so when jovial Louis XIV was told the story of the tryst by his huntsman, he laughingly said, "Those girls are regular gandines, and in fact your place should be called the House of the Gandines." 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A Japanese university professor frankly confessed that until her doors had been opened, Japan confidently believed herself to be the most enlightened country of all peoples. All the world admits that such race pride was more or less justified, because she had developed a high and remarkable culture, but from the Tonga Islands, where a quite primitive people live, came an eye-opening story. Through travelers the names of two mighty men, Napoleon and George Washington, had become known to the chiefs. Their existence or greatness was not questioned, but they explained it. Once long ago, it was recalled, certain Tonga men had gone away in boats and never returned. It was now clear that they had landed somewhere for these two great men must be their dependents. How otherwise could they be great? Other men had always been their inferiors. What the Chinese had thought of themselves is a matter of record. "Was it not a fact that when the Anglo-Saxons were living in caves, wielding stone axes, and dressing themselves in skins, the rich among the Chinese were living in houses of skilled construction and were wearing beautifully woven silken garments?" Chinese with humorous twinkles in their eyes asked at Honolulu. No one knew history could deny the fact. Wise professors have given a grand title to this form of race and national pride which makes all men believe themselves the noblest, their nation the best and highest in the world-- ethnocentrism. The story of the ethnocentrism of China carries with it the cause and effect of the entire group of problems now emerging from that aroused country to challenge the encroachments of the West and to class her and Russia as the two most perplexing enigmas in world politics. For four thousand years or more this people, occupying a country larger than the United States, had lived undisturbed from the outside. Few foreigners had visited China, and few Chinese had traveled far from their home land. The West knew little of China and her culture, and China knew practically nothing of Europe and had never heard of America. She had discovered printing, clocks, the compass, silk, prohibition, the single tax, and had even tried complete religious tolerance with legal recognition of Buddhism, Mohammedanism, and Christianity; and all this had come before and during the time when Europe was employing the thumb-screw and rack to establish religious righteousness. The quiet trend of affairs in China had been rudely disturbed by the introduction of opium, guaranteed to produce wonderful dreams, but carrying dire devastation in its wake, and in 1729 the Emperor forbade the smoking of opium anywhere in his vast empire. At that time the importation was two hundred chests per annum. An Envoy to China Perhaps China would be today locked in with all her gates shut as she was in 1793, had it not been for opium and an awakening bump from the aggressive, militaristic traders of the West. In that year George III of England, still reigning and claiming his right to do so as authority from God, sent the McCartney mission to China, to another King, who likewise claimed his right to rule from on high. These divinely appointed rulers had thereby an historical ethnocentric tilt. The mission came with rich gifts and bearing from His British Majesty a petition to His Celestial Highness, begging that a British envoy might be permitted to reside permanently in Peking in order that trade between the two countries should increase and prosper. The Emperor of the Heavenly Kingdom refused in emphatic terms. 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The universal law of supply and demand, with a handsome profit between them, proved too great a temptation to be withstood. The rich and mighty the world around wanted the rare silks and curios found in China, certain weak Chinese wanted opium and wanted it much, while unscrupulous Chinese wanted the profit. So many wants could not be resisted, and "in ways that were dark and peculiar" the trade went on. The Opium Trade Three years later, in 1796, another edict absolutely prohibiting the importation of all opium was issued, and this decree was repeated in 1800. By this time the importation had increased to four thousand chests per annum, yet prohibition of opium with those anxious to sell on one side, and those craving to enjoy its seductive dangers on the other, while men of meager morals stood between, availed little. The trade merely dug itself into deeper, darker and more secret channels. The Emperor commanded again and again, and it is said that the law was finally enforced; but in the river opposite Canton lay the foreign British ships serving as opium warehouses. The Emperor then sent Commissioner Lin in 1839 to make a complete end of the business. He with his men surrounded the opium merchants and compelled them to deliver up 20,283 chests of opium lying in their ships. He destroyed it all. The Chinese called the British "barbarians," and the Commissioner put a price on the head of every Britisher captured alive or dead. The British answered with guns, and thus began the so-called "first opium war." It was closed with the treaty of Nanking in 1842, the first treaty, except one with Russia, ever signed by China. It stipulated that China should pay twenty-one millions of dollars in reparations; it granted Great Britain the port of Hongkong, and opened four other ports to foreign trade. Hongkong became a center for the sale of opium, and under its influence the importation went up to seventy-five thousand chests by 1958, and there arose the second opium war, in which France joined with Great Britain. Meanwhile the Emperor Tao Kwang, of whom it was said that he had lost three sons through the opium vice, steadily refused to legalize the importation which had remained contraband all those years. He said pitifully and helplessly at a parley with foreign traders in Peking: "It is true I can not prevent the introduction of the flowing poison; gain-seeking and corrupt men will for profit and sensuality defeat my wishes; but nothing will induce me to derive a revenue from the vice and misery of my people." The treaty of Tientsin, which closed the second war, legalized the importation of opium and guaranteed protection to the teaching and profession of Christianity for the first time since Christianity had been proscribed in 1724. The Emperor was unwilling to sign it, and a third opium war occurred in which the Emperor's summer palace was first looted by the French and then burned by the British. In 1860 the treaty was signed. More indemnities, more concessions of territory were made, always under protest, and by the intimidation of superior foreign force. This briefly is the sad background of modern China and her problems, wherein opium and March 1928 Good Housekeeping 180 What Worlds She'll Conquer! Your little girl . . . for her you have dreamed and planned as you watched her unfold . . . to her you are giving every opportunity that lies in your power to give. In every child . . . boy or girl . . . there runs an instinctive urge to musical self-expression. Give your child the opportunity to develop this inborn desire through the piano, the natural, logical musical instrument. Of all the accomplishment that enhance the loveliness of womanhood the ability to play the piano is perhaps the finest. 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National Piano Manufacturers Association 247 Park Avenue New York City The PIANO THE BASIC MUSICAL INSTRUMENT Let's Talk It Over missionaries entered an ancient, walled-in empire together at the point of the same guns. Although opium caused her downfall, Christianity, in the words of one member of the Institute, Dr. Bau (Professor of Political Science, Peking National Normal University), has given China a roundabout impetus to her own deliverance: "The fundamental cause of the rapid growth of nationalism in China is education. This has been largely stimulated by foreign missionaries. For a while they ran the best educational institutions in China and thereby dominated the thought and character of the younger generation. In time returned students from Japan, Europe, and America, with good foreign training, manned the staffs of the important educational institutions in China. What were once high schools, having been able to secure the services of these men, have developed into junior colleges; and what were once junior colleges, with the same impetus have grown to be full senior colleges. What is more, on account of the rapid influx of these returned students, new institutions of full collegiate standing have sprung up. The Chinese, formerly ignorant of Western peoples and afraid of them, are no longer subject to such apprehension." While missionaries from all the Western world were building up education and thus helping the Chinese to see the way to independence, British missionaries ceaselessly reported to their churches at home that the Chinese continually reproached them for the part the British had played in foisting opium upon China. In consequence, a "soul searching" and a resulting campaign to clean the record of a Christian nation has been in progress in the churches of Great Britain for more than half a century. While the United States was not a leader in the "unequal treaties" forced upon China, she has participated in all the privileges they offer and has acquiesced in all the humiliations put upon the Chinese; in consequence, there has been much agitation in the American churches as well, on the general theme of the political relations between the United States and China. For half a century missionaries, opium, machine guns, education, insults, and growing understanding have each diligently been at work on popular opinion in China. Today she sends her children to school, her boys and girls to colleges at home, and her young men and women to Japanese, British, and American universities. For a generation or two these young men and women have been returning to teach China at home through her schools, her press, and her platforms about the Western world and its great liberal movements, the revolutions in its history, its struggles for the rights of man and the evolution of democracy. They have explained the growth of international law and the meaning of sovereignty of nations. Chinese Nationalism Simultaneously, discrimination against the Chinese by foreigners in their own China has aroused any flagging spirit to a strong sense of nationalism. For example, the International Concession at Shanghai is governed by a Municipal Council composed of representatives of foreign nations including Japan, but in which no Chinese are admitted. Yet Chinese residents within the Concession claim that they pay 75 percent of the taxes which maintain the government, and naturally the old American cry of "no taxation without representation" is doing its unerring work in China. Certain parks have been established within the Shanghai Concession, and all the world except the Chinese is admitted. For some time the insulting sign was placed at the gate, "Chinese and dogs not admitted." 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If you live in Canada, send to The Andrew Jergens Co., Ltd., 3305 Sherbrooke Street, Perth, Ontario Name..................................... Street..................................... City......................State............ In using advertisements see page 6 183 Let's Talk It Over in the darkness of one night, but the incident has never been forgotten. An English gentleman met a cultured Chinese in London, and when he visited Shanghai, he invited the Chinese to lunch with him at a men's club within the settlement. The Chinese came, but was kept standing outside the door for some time, and when, at last, the much embarrassed English visitor came to him, it was with the disconcerting message that Chinese were not under any circumstances admitted to the club. These and many other discriminations related in Honolulu have rankled deep in the souls of Chinese men until rich and poor, high and low, are chanting together the old familiar slogan of rebellion, "China for the Chinese." Changing public opinion has not been confined to China. A chastened and enlightened Great Britain and America, not quite willing to apologize for that which has been, but more or less well intentioned as to the future and ready to act, now await the opportunity. So it happened that in 1927, out in the middle of the Pacific, where the sun shines all the time and the air is filled with the music of the gentle lapping of blue waves against the green shore, East and West met in the Institute of Pacific Relations to talk things over. The British, charged by the Chinese with being the first and the chief transgressor in the political humiliation of China, mainly conducted the discussions on extra-territoriality, tariff autonomy, concessions, courts, and other political problems. Interesting and informative as these conversations were, those dealing with Christian missions in China (what they had done to arouse latent nationalism and what that nationalism in turn is now doing to missions), soared to far greater heights and dug down to deeper depths in the search for truth and understanding than any other in the Conference. It appeared that Christian missions quite as much as any other influence have caused the present rebellion against foreign powers. It is said that the"hard-boiled" traders in Shanghai are possessed of the "Shanghai mind," and this mind believes that trade with plenty of dollars is "the inalienable right of mankind," and so it says "D------ the missionaries." Christians do not use such phrases, but with as intense an emphasis, though expressed in far gentler words, they lay the responsibility for their present trying crisis upon the "go-getting traders." Our Various Religions The first and most embarrassing handicap to united action is the division of foreign Christians into Catholics and Protestants, and the further division of Protestants into many denominations. Together they cover at least two thousand stations, the Catholics represented by some fifteen hundred and the Protestants by eight thousand missionaries. Well over half of both come from the United States. The Protestants claim investments in China to the figure of $80,000,000 and are said to spend there some $10,000,000 per year. In order to avoid friction, the Protestants have divide the territory with more less success. Two Corean girls in Honolulu said: "We live in different provinces in Corea. I am a Methodist, and my friend is a Presbyterian. We do not know why this is so, but in my province there are only Methodists, and in hers there are only Presbyterians." The division of the Christian faith into denominations has not only proved a stumbling block all the way along, but now is offering the most astounding challenge to the West. The Chinese Christians, well versed in history, gently argue that as Christianity has developed many forms in accordance with the country and leaders who have interpreted it, the Christianity of North Europe being unlike that of South Europe, yet not like that in the United States, so, if left to herself, China will work out her own form of Christianity, which may be quite different from all the others, but will Appetizing "LEFT OVERS" the triumph of a CLEVER COOK Shepherd's Pie 3 small onions Whole cloves 2 cups small chunks of cold mutton, beef or veal 2 cups mashed potatoes Sauce--1 tbsp. grated onion 2 tbsp. drippings, or any fat 3 tbsp. flour 1/2 tsp. salt, 1/4 tsp. pepper 1 pint water or stock 1 tbsp. Gulden's Mustard PEEL onions; stick whole clove in each and place in baking dish. 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Gently the Chinese Christians impressed upon the Round Tables the fact that they dreamed of a Chinese Christian Church utterly free from the domination of any other country. When asked if, in their judgment, there was no longer need of missionaries in China, they sweetly but firmly responded that there would always be need of them, but only when and if they came at the invitation, and under the direction, of the Chinese Christians. "Christ was himself an Oriental; perhaps Orientals free to study him without foreign direction may understand him better than occidentals have done," they said. These are thrusts that hurt, yet brave, far-visioned men of long experience admit the possibility, and may yet approve the plan, that all missionaries withdraw from China, and thus give the Chinese the opportunity to work out their own religious future; but difficulties line the way. Not only are there the many denominations, but there are fundamentalists and liberals. When Christians first sent missionaries into the Orient, it was believed that this "heathen people" would be forever damned if it did not receive the word of God. That viewpoint has passed for the liberals, but it has not passed for the fundamentalists. The liberals realize that if they should withdraw because of their clearer vision of the situation, it would not necessarily follow that the more orthodox among missionaries and churches would do so. More, the delicate question of money and property, while not mentioned in the discussions, was clearly in the back of missionary minds, and the remembrance of that vast investment of eighty millions of dollars and the annual expenditure of ten millions more was never absent. Would the Chinese protect his property? Would they raise the money to continue the operation of Christian institutions? Or would the churches at home be willing to contribute money, knowing that it would not be spent by their own people? Would the institutions built with so much labor and love survive without money? It was clear that these two groups of men, Anglo-Saxon and Chinese, loving and respecting each other, were hurt to the very quick by the delicate division between them. The Chinese Christians realize that they are not quite trusted to carry on alone by those who have been their friends and benefactors, and missionaries are shocked and wounded because they discover that after lives devoted with much sacrifice to Christian labors in China, they are no longer wanted. Chinese Christians In the gossipy agitation of the swelling nationalism at home, the Chinese Christian is under a trying fire which gives anxiety to his mission friends. The Communists have boldly charged that "Christianity is an opiate devised by capitalists in order to put over their schemes." When Christians defend their faith by a counter-charge and say that Communists are merely presenting a propaganda paid for by Moscow with sinister purpose behind it, the Communist cynically asks if Christian propaganda is not paid for by London and New York. Chinese Christians opposing Bolshevism charge it with the desire to overthrow existing institutions in China and declare that Soviet Russia will use force to impress its ideas upon China. The Communists come back with the truism that Christianity has already overthrown ancestral worship, and with the twisted argument that gunboats, marines, and intimidation have kept the missions going. Dr. Hung of Peking said, "There is no objection among Christians or anti-Christians to the spread of the idea of the spirit of Jesus, but there is a common belief that most missionaries can not free themselves from the things for which Christian nations stand." Dr. Hodgson, a British missionary, added, 186 Let's Talk it Over "It is true the Christian Church in China is now under suspicion of being an instrument of foreign powers." And Dr. Hume, formerly President of Yale in China, added, "China has reached a stage where she is unwilling to have her soul saved for her by the West." Missionaries, therefore, are finding their faith accepted but themselves rejected. An unforgettable climax of all the discussions was reached at the closing session of the mission Round Table. A Professor International Law opened by defining the legal status of missionaries in China, which is, of course, governed by the law as laid down in the so-called "unequal treaties" with foreign nations against which China protests. Dean Hung's Address Dean William Hung, Professor of History and Dean of the College of Arts and Sciences of Yen Ching University (Peking), a young man of thirty-odd years and a graduate of Ohio Wesleyan University, was invited to respond. He arose slowly and reluctantly. Under the control of the intensity of his own thinking, the room and the people around him appeared to fade away. He seemed unaware that he had a body. It was only a brain at work--a brain of an old, old race educated in a modern school. Slowly and deliberately, apparently creating as he progressed, he said in effect: "I do not like international law. It seems to me to be an effort to rationalize that which has been done before, regardless of whether that accomplishment has been right or wrong. It is said that two wrongs can not make a right, but to my mind international law is all the time trying to make right out of wrong; for example, when treaties were imposed upon China at the point of the bayonet, treaties which compelled her to accept missionaries and at the same time to give away her territory, her ports, and her sovereignty [he mercifully refrained from including the legalizing of opium] it was a wrong, nothing but a wrong, and no one can deny that it was a wrong. When the Manchus signed those treaties because they were intimidated, they also did wrong; yet those two wrongs are the only support for a treaty which is quoted as the law guaranteeing protection of missionaries in China. It is the same law that robbed us of territory and of sovereignty. I hold that no law brought into existence by wrongs can be accepted by the conscience of mankind as right. Two wrongs can not make a right. No agreement between nations can justly be recognized as law unless both parties to it are equally free to assent." The exact words are unhappily lost, but those who heard him seemed to feel the presence of a modern Confucius flinging an ultimatum to World Powers, to which no reply could honorably be made except admission of its truth. In the background of the world's mind has been the possibility that China may yet repudiate all the international treaties which in any way encumber her freedom. Dean Hung appears to have presented the principle upon which China may yet proceed. The Chairman of the Round Table looked as though he were tempted to say, "Let us pray"; or since there were Buddhists present, he may merely have wished to ask for a period of meditation. He said nothing. Silence controlled nevertheless. Then the discussion picked up again, cautious, timid, boring, and dragged on tediously until noon. The ultimatum had been pronounced-- the last word had been said, and no one in that room knew what to say in response; or if they did, had not dared to say it. That young Chinese had inadvertently issued to sixteen nations a defiance which as yet remains unanswered. With this final challenge of old China still ringing in our ears, the second Honolulu conference of the Institute of Pacific Relations came to an end. Soon the one hundred and twenty-odd members, who had shared in the discussions, loaded Wallpaper Works Wonders WALLPAPER deserves the chief credit for many a charming interior. To make it easier to find the right paper, the Service Committee of the Wallpaper Manufacturers' Association has prepared a portfolio containing actual samples of well distributed wallpapers in a wide range of designs and prices. Wallpaper Manufacturers' Association 461 Eighth Avenue, New York, N.Y. Send me your Portfolio of Selected Wallpapers for which I enclose 10 cents to cover mailing cost. 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It is important for pillow comfort to have cases of sufficient size to fit easily and not snugly over the pillow. The depth of the hems of the sheet is another consideration. When the top hem is deeper than the bottom hem, as it usually is, the sheet is apt to receive greater wear at the top, and the life of the sheet is therefore shortened. For this reason it was suggested at the conference that sheets be made with the same depth of hem at both top and bottom, so that either end of the sheet could be placed at the top of the bed and thus receive more even and therefore longer wear. What is your opinion of this, you who are now considering the purchase of new sheets? Try Using Three Sheets We usually think of a pair of sheets for each bed, the top and the bottom one. However, in my own home I have found a third one almost indispensable, one to go over the blankets for protection and also for added warmth in winter. In a study made by the Bureau of Standards it was found that sheeting has a marked influence upon the heat-retaining qualities of blankets. This was especially true if the blankets were of loose weave and high nap. A third sheet covering the blanket made a decidedly warmer covering. Try using this third sheet on each of your beds, and I believe you will adopt it as a standard practise. If you question its use because of the addition to the weekly laundry, just remember that it may save you much in the laundering of the blankets, besides providing added warmth on cold nights. Sheets of snowy whiteness can be kept so only by thoroughly rinsing them after washing, not one rinse but two or three. The Institute recommends the use of less bluing and more rinsing in washing all white goods. Colored sheets are gradually making their appearance, just as colored table linen is now being used, but as yet the demand for sheets is limited. 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Photo by Madame Albin Guillot Chosen by the League of Women Voters as America's greatest living woman in the field of politics, Mrs. Catt is also the best loved leader that the women of the world have had in their struggle for suffrage The Years I LIke Best Another Chapter in the Series on Woman's Golden Age By Carrie Chapman Catt During one of the most turbulent and intense periods of the Peace Conference in Paris, the "Big Four" were scheduled to meet at an early morning hour. Grave questions of world-wide moment, upon which no two agreed, and which had brought their deliberations almost to an impasse, were again to be discussed. Signor Orland and M. Clemenceau, being first at the Crillon, avoided the mooted problems by engaging in small conversation.. Signor Orland announced that on that date he was celebrating his birthday, which registered him in the late sixties. M. Clemenceau responded with the confession that he was approaching his eightieth year, and each stoutly declared to the other that he had never been so well, so energetic, and so fit for work as then. with long lives of rich experience behind them, each contended that his vision had never been so clear, and his judgment so fair as at that moment. At this point Mr. Wilson entered, and the question "When is a man at his best?" was laughingly put to him. "At sixty- two," was the prompt reply, for that was his age. then entered Mr. Lloyd George, and the same query was again made. "At fifty-seven, of course," was the jovial answer, for that was Mr. George's age. Whereupon M. Clemenceau, with a twinkle in his eye and pretended derision in his voice, exclaimed: "Haugh! what can a young thing like you know? You should be in your cradle still." This is a story which Mr. Lloyd George told me with much delightful humor at the time when the other three of the "Big Four" had been rejected by their governments and he alone remained at the helm. In truth, nature has generously distributed her favors through the "seven ages of man," and each decade has its pleasures and its gratifications quite distinct in quality from those of every other. Misfortunes, in which come death, ill-health, or financial distress, not infrequently create irregular developments, but normally each decade brings a higher grade of happiness and more complete satisfaction than the preceding. No experience tempts the man of sixty to jump, run, and shout at the top of his lungs as his young grandson will do when presented with a train of cars, but the toy soon loses its fascination, and even the delight it created is forgotten, while grandfather may quietly read a simple item in his morning newspaper which confirms the conclusions of his six decades of experience or points the direction of progress as his judgment had predicted, and the sense of being an integral and understanding part of things universal brings him a depth of satisfaction which no decade before could feel or understand. It is not conceit. That is a trait which begins in the teens, grows fast in the twenties, serves its purpose in the thirties and forties, and is sheepishly rejected in the fifties by the ego, which comes to a shamed realization that a totally artificial and bumptious foolishness has been allowed to rule his character and destiny. Fifty casts it off like an outworn coat and sees and thinks more clearly thereafter. The satisfactions of sixty-plus are those of the philosopher whose experiments have been tried and who now draws up his creed of life. It is a pity that modern education has not included in its curriculum a convincing demonstration (Continued on page 181) 17 Emma-Lindsay Squier's New Series Brothers of the Sunset The author of "The Wild Heart" and "On Autumn Trails" tells more delightful stories of her wild friends The Outlaw Magnificent Illustrated by Paul Bransom IN THAT western land where there is always a tang of sage-grush in the air and a wondrous silence born of sunshine and space, there, on the brink of the Grand Canyon, years ago, Brother and I knew Lop-ear, the outlaw, and were his friends. He was no outlaw then, and Lop-ear was not his name. He was a small and very woolly burro, whose color was the color of clay when it is wet and reflects the sky. The cowboys called him "Bluey Boy." And Supai Jim, veteran cowman and ranger, was his owner. We had not much time to perfect our friendship with the wobbly-legged, long-eared little burro, for we were even then on our way to the Puget Sound country, a country of winds and waters and wonderful adventures such as we little dreamed could happen. We had not as yet met Skygak, the old-man sea-gull; we had never known the joy of fraternizing with the creatures of the wild. But our love for birds and four-footed folk of the outdoors was strong within us. So, during our short week at the Canyon, we imposed ourselves upon the cowboys' kindness, made them introduce us to all the mules and horses there, and considered it an honor to be allowed to come at feeding time into the stables and watch while they were fed. Particularly was it our pleasure to trail at Supai Jim's tilted heels, to sit beside him while he squatted, cowman fashion, rolling a cigarette one-handed, and listen to wondrous stories of the Canyon and the Painted Desert country. And always, as we went about, Bluey Boy was with us, knock-kneed, inquisitive, kicking up his heels for no reason at all, or staring abstractedly, his preposterously long ears cocked forward, at a horned toad who was sunning himself in the trail. Many an apple we filched from the hotel table that he might crunch it lingeringly, his eyes half-closed in contentment, his soft, black nose wrinkling like a rabbit's because he was greatly pleased. Many a cooky and piece of candy did we feed to him, for the joy of seeing his pleasure in our offerings. But in spite of the good fellowship which certainly existed between us, Bluey Boy was the active cause of my first defeat in horsemanship. I had tried to ride him bareback, and urged him to greater speed with my heels thumping against his ribs. He did not resent me as a rider, e heartily disliked my mania for speed. For a few yards he trotted quietly and docilely ahead. The, wheeling suddenly, he turned under a low-hanging branch of a scrubby pine tree, scraping me completely off his back. He went on. I stayed, sitting forcibly and suddenly in the dust. And when he had gone on a little way, he turned and regarded me, innocently, inquiringly, his long ears cocked forward, his legs spread wide apart. There was in his honest, brown eyes--I could have sworn to it--a glint of sardonic humor. Supai Jim was the only mother Bluey Boy had ever known. The little burro lady who bore him had died even as he, her child, took his first breath of the Canyon air. So it was that Supai Jim adopted the orphan, raised him on the bottle after the fashion known to all orphaned children, and superintended his rearing and his education. He was, even when we knew him, much larger than other burros of his age. True, his ears were much too long for the rest of him; his legs were gangling and had ungainly bumps on the knees. But still there was about him a promise of future greatness which we recognized, and which we pointed out to Supai Jim. He agreed with us that Bluey Boy would, no doubt, be a leader among his kind, a very king among the burros of the Canyon. And the careless prophecy spoken in jest to us, when we were children, came true amazingly, almost unbelievably. I think Supai Jim was glad to tell me of the friend whom we had known many years before. I was only sorry that Brother could not have heard the story, too. For his memories of Bluey Boy were all pleasant ones, and unblemished by any recollections of being scraped off into the dust. It was a fitting place for such a story. Below us, the Canyon walls dropped sheerly away, so straight and breath-taking in their depths that the eye could not grasp their meaning or reality. It seemed only a few days gone that Brother and I as children, had crouched there, breathless on the brink of the mighty gorge, while the cowman, squatting on his heels, smiled a little at our bewilderment and told us stories of the mysterious Supai Indian village whence he had won his nickname. But that was years ago. And now again I sat beside Supai Jim, and now again we seemed to speak softly there in the warm, golden sunshine. For it was as if we looked down upon a great valley of barbaric temples reared in ages past to some forgotten deity. Vague, gigantic sculpturings they were, splashed with colors unbelievable. And it seemed that we, who were so puny in our modern trappings, were forbidden to laugh, or speak loudly, lest one of the sleeping gods lift a Titan hand against us to blot us out for our impertinence. Only the swallows did not fear to break the soft yet might silence. They swarmed about the gaunt face of the cliff, their swift wings flashing in the sunlight, their tiny notes of song tossing like flecks of silver into the brooding stillness of the appalling grandeur about them. But as we sat there, motionless, almost abashed at a beauty so massive, so unreal, that we were as uncomprehending children before it, there came from the far recesses of the Canyon another sound, homely, familiar, yet strangely out of place in that valley of painted mountains and temples turned to stone. It was the braying of a burro. Faintly, softly, the sound came up to us, enchanted by distance into a deceptive sweetness. I questioned Supai Jim almost in a whisper, for I could not bring myself to speak aloud. "A wild burro," he said laconically. "Lots of 'em down there in the Canyon." He pulled slowly on a brown paper cigarette. "I never hear one of those fellows bray without thinking of Lop-ear, a 'jack' that belonged to me." He paused, regarded me quizzically, and spoke suddenly, urged by a memory of bygone years. "Why, you knew him--the jack I called "Bluey Boy.' The little cuss who used to follow me like a dog and stick his nose in my pocket for sugar lumps--remember him?" Of course I did, and affirmed it enthusiastically. And so it was that Supai Jim told me the story of Bluey Boy, the woolly one, who came to be Lop-ear, king of the canyon; an outlaw magnificent. Bluey Boy, in his infancy, had no thought, I am sure, of ever becoming an outlaw or joining the ranks of the wild burros who live in the Canyon's gorge. He was content to follow Supai Jim wherever he went, to make friends with any one who would offer him an apple or a doughnut, and to fight miniature battles with "Pinhead," another baby burro who had been orphaned in early youth and adopted by the cowboys. The time came when Supai Jim thought it proper for Bluey Boy's education to commence. He began loading him with light packs and taking him down Bright Angel trail when (Continued on page 177) of capturing Lop-ear and all the herd alive. And so, once in that ravine, Lop-ear's kingship ended. Ropes began to swirl in practised hands--coils of hemp flicked out over woolly, gray heads, drew tightly around struggling, frenzied bodies. The dust came up in clouds; the confusion was terrific. But they put no rope on Lop-ear. His empire was gone, his life imperiled, still he was defiant. Swiftly he lodged, kicking, rearing, grazed by a rope, yet [?]ashing out from under its deadly coil in time. They knew that to capture him meant the easy capture of the rest. And so they came after systematically, herding him apart from the other stamping, maddened burros. They came cautiously, a rope in every hand. And he backed warily before them, step by step, his head lowered a little, his legs shaking from weariness, but his eyes never shifting, never showing a flicker of fear. Forward went the cowmen, backward went the blue-gray jack. Right to the edge of the cliff they drove him, and there he faced them, his tired sides heaving, a white froth flecking the wrinkled softness of his nose. It was Slim who shouted at him ironically and raised his rope to throw. He twirled it, and the coils made little, zipping noises against the clearness of the air. Then Lop-ear reared as if for fighting; his ears--even the hinged one--stood rigidly erect. One short bray did he utter, a sound that was defiance to mankind, farewell to the [?] he had known. And as the noose sprang [?] him, spreading in a circle like a wicked [?y] mouth, reaching for his head, his [?at]--he jumped. [?ver} the cliff he went, in one swift, graceful [?p]. Then tumbling grotesquely, in a shape[?], gray whirl, over and over, with nothing to [?] the fall but the rocks below--a thousand [?] below . . . [?] SAT there in tense silence, waiting, as if the story were not finished. And yet it [w]as finished, for Supai Jim had tilted his [?]mbrero forward and was staring into the [?]agueness of the canyon's space and color. Against the sky-line to our right I saw that he was looking where a painted cliff rose out of the canyon's mouth like a giant tooth, misshapen, cruel. "Just there," he said pointing. And I knew where Lop-ear had leaped to death--and freedom. "It was the right ending," I heard myself saying at last. "He was akin to all this. He was--magnificent." Supai Jim nodded shortly. And I knew that the word had pleased him. The Years I Like Best (Continued from page 17) of the progressively intensive and satisfying happiness which comes with the growing years.,, Were this so, one would not dread sixty as ushering in a period certain to be less enjoyable than the present, but would anticipate it like the reading of a new book universally recommended. Older folk often declare that childhood is the happiest period of a lifetime. "Children have no worries," they say, "no responsibilities, and every trivial experience is to them a great event. Oh, that I were a child again!" All normal older folk love children, and children respond with love. Their entire surroundings are, or should be, the creations of love. Their days are full of gaiety, and their pleasures are gleefully hilarious. That kind of happiness is the compensation for being a child. Yet it is ephemeral and unreal. 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Courtship and marriage were pictured as the great climax of life, and the warning was implied that if any happiness should chance to come thereafter, it would be a pale imitation of the ecstatic bliss of this period. In this matter-of-fact day many of our young people seem to be missing this supposedly universal joy. "I shall never marry," said a bright girl of sixteen in my presence the other day. "Why so certain of it?" I asked. "Why, it is this way. My three sisters and I made a list of all the married people whose home life we know about. It included the minister of our church, the governor of our state, all our friends, and even the butcher and the baker's boy. It was an astonishingly long list. Then we wrote opposite each name 'happy,' 'unhappy,' or 'tolerable,' and we found the number of happy couples such a small minority, that we concluded the risk was too great!" "What will you do should you fall in love?" I queried. "Oh," she replied confidently, "I never will fall in love. No girl does when she doesn't want to." THE divorce courts, too, tell arresting tales of disillusion while the economic difficulties in the way of maintaining a family are restraining the one-time normal procedure. Belief in the "affinity of twin souls" and "marriages made in Heaven" is now regarded with scepticism. Knights, no longer astride caparisoned steeds, but perchance selling papers on a street corner or keeping books in a bank, are less engagingly brave and bold than they appeared in dreams. Ladies who once blushed with downcast eyes behind barred windows do not seem so fair no so well worth a campaign of conquest when they tick the keyboard of a typewriter or canvass the voters of their district. The young knight, romantically tempted to throw himself on his knees and to pour out his heart's emotion to his lady-love, may be deterred in these practical days by an estimating glance of her eye that seems to say, "Can you pay the rent, mister?" From fifteen to twenty-five, young men and women are too old to play with children, which they frequently long to do, and are not old enough to be received on an equality with adults. Older ones, who have met their romance, as they progressed through this [period, and found it sweet, pity those who have missed theirs, and regard lovemaking as the great compensation vouchsafed to youth to brighten an otherwise drab period of life. Many older women think the happiest period of life ought to be the one when the young matron is bringing up her little family. Birth, after all, is the greatest phenomenon of life. These little humans, cunning, beautiful, smiling, loving, prattling, mischievous, and altogether bewitching, what a wonder to live with them every day, to see their little, lisping intelligences grow and expand! Yet the mother in after years knows that she did not find the period emphatically happy. She was overworked and generally tired. There were many wakeful nights and continual anxiety. Bumps and bruises, mumps and measles, cutting teeth and whooping-cough, followed each other in rapid succession and, at most inconvenient time, even overlapped. The husband, who at no time would have exchanged one of the dear chicks for world, remembers that the bills went mounting anxiously with each little mouth to be fed and each wriggling pair of pink feet to be shod. The burden on his shoulders was consciously heavy, and he does not look back upon that period as wildly ecstatic. The milestone of fifty is reached with relief. The children are away at college or engaged in the early stages of their careers, and the lonesomeness once feared is driven away by ventures to lectures, meetings, and theaters, with an indulgence in an occasional vacation trip for which there was not time or money in earlier years. A new kind of unexpected hope lights up these years--and the glorious thing coming is sixty! The decade preceding is comparable to that between ten and twenty, since both are periods of preparation-- the earlier, for the hardest, most trying time of life, the mating and family years; the latter, for the glorified life that comes after the sixtieth milestone is passed. At sixty, the normal man or woman looks back patronizingly and without regret upon the past. At this age, in olden days, women had long been wearing caps in the house and old ladies' bonnets, close-fitting and somber, on the street. They had long before resignedly admitted that old age had definitely come, and put what cheer they could muster into the role of grandmother. They became the obedient servants of their overtaxed daughters and the willing slaves of their grandchildren, filling chinks of time with busily clicking knitting needles. Men, too, at that age turned business over to their sons and sought a place by the grandmothers' side at the fire-place, where they smoked the hours away as they waited for the summons calling them "up yonder." How utterly gone among the normal is that almost forgotten period. Old ladies' bonnets have not been procurable for many years. In her dress the woman of sixty avoids black, gray, and lavender as too suggestive of the old-age status once accorded that period of life. When she goes out with her daughter, people look twice to make certain which is the mother, so young and trig is she in dress, carriage, and spirit. THE woman who, doing her own housework and caring for her own children, has been heavily laden with care through a period of thirty or forty years, suddenly emerges, joins a woman's club, and writes amazing papers for its program--after astonishing the town librarian with a call for all the library contains on the subject. At the club, this woman who never made a speech before rises, and out of the sage common-sense of her experience, lighted by her quiet reading, discusses topics of the day with a calm intelligence that astounds her neighbors. There are millions of women of sixty-plus doing these things today. Politics, too, is a field where the woman of sixty finds a better investment for her accumulated wisdom than knitting at a fireside with a shawl over her shoulders, shivering under the suggestion of old age. One such new grandmother wrote me: "You know, I have had seven children and have brought them up to be worthy men and women. I did all my housework for thirty-five years, including the washing and the sewing. Then I broke down, and the doctor said it was nerves. He advised change of work and the open air, so I became a captain of my Election District. I canvassed all the voters three times, and was on duty at the primary and on election day, when I served as a judge. 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Jealousy, that jaundiced emotion of the wild beast, which lingers in the human and makes him, both individually and collectively, do illogical and contemptible things, drops away. At sixty there is room in the world for everybody and no place for jealousy. Hate, too, is an animal trait which the human at sixty casts aside. Fear, that specter that robs all the earlier decades of life of the happiness which should be theirs, begins to fade away, and a restful calm, unknown in any other period of life, settles of one. The unfortunate man or woman who through inherited traits bears the world a sour grouch, or who still carries financial worries, may never receive the normally splendid heritage of sixty-plus, but to the normal ones, who aimed early at a continued assurance of the family roof over their heads and food for their tables and have achieved both, the sixtieth birthday marks promotion into the only truly emancipated class of humans. YOUTH says there si no "pep" in the man of sixty. That is merely a tradition which mothers should spank out of their children. Men and women at sixty do not rush into battles with the excited abandon of younger ones, but it is not because the fight in them has been sapped; it is because they know most contests do not pay. Their memories call to mind a long list in their own experience, and when hot-headed youth is stirring up another conflict, they cast balances and observe that the penalties in all kinds of "fights," from a church row to a world war, are far more numerous than rewards. A grandfather may not cut an appropriate figure climbing a tree to pick apples, and "pep" may seem to be lacking when he makes the venture, but in a council where sane and sober wisdom is needed, he is where he should be, and is "peppy" enough for all purposes. Most of our Presidents have been in their sixties, and although, as will be admitted, they have been accused of most of the sins in the calendar, no one has charged them with being too old or too young. Forty is not the prime of life. That is another tradition. Sixty is. Sixty is an achievement. It has been accummulating wisdom for six decades. It has seen two generations, and within that time everything that can possibly happen to the race has happened. Wars, big and little, earthquakes, fires and floods, epidemics, and every possible variety of political stupidity come in the list. Sixty-plus is familiar with them all. What does a man know who has only one little generation of experience to judge by? The man who from his hill-top of sixty looks back over two can make comparison. To him it is given to distinguish the essentials from the non-essentials. He notes the never-halting trail of progress onward and upward and sees that it will lead on-- ever upward. 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Also resident courses. French, Spanish, German spoken. Booklet A-1 on request. Dorit K. Weigert, director (Instructor Y.W.C.A.) IRIDOR SCHOOL For Professional Candy Making 17 West 49th St., New York. 184 October 1923 Good Housekeeping [*On Hawaii OK To Good Housekeeping 1927*] Did you ever see a fish laugh? Did you ever see a melon that grew on a tree? Did you ever go to a tea party under the broad spreading shade of a bread fruit tree or to a banquet where the table cloth was taro leaves and the chief dish roast octapus? Did you ever play on a beach of fine beautiful sand as black as your shoe? Did you ever roll luxuriantly over a good road up a mountain side for 4,000 feet and there stand comfortably on the edge of a mighty crater and see [*100*] below boiling, seething lava pouring forth red and terrible? Or, more dainty view, did you ever see 10,000 blooms of the rare night blooming cereus all at one time on a hedge under a silver moon? Did you ever see a lunar rainbow, or a rainbow tree or a square fish, or one of cerulean blue with his tail attached by a flirtatious bow of brilliant yellow? No, this is not Munchausen cynically asking you another; these are a few actualities of the many wonders of a self-governing territory of the United States of America Like magnificent shining jewels [*100*] in a blue summer sea, six days' journey from San Francisco, lie the twelve Hawaiian Islands, created by inconceivably violent volcanic action in some unknown ancient day and now constituting the Hawaiian Territory. Just below the Tropic of Cancer, fruit, flowers, trees and all verdure is tropical in character - always green, the air always redolent with sweet perfume, the scene always startlingly brilliant with masses of strange flowers. "The lovliest fleet of islands ever anchored in any ocean" wrote Mark Twain a generation ago. "The Rainbow Isles", "the Paradise of the [Pacific"?] [*91*] [*291 works*] -2- "The Wonderland of the World", are some of the pet titles the residents apply to it. The first preparation for a visit should be to learn how to pronounce the name of the famed capital of Hawaii, which is not Hŏn-olulu, but Hō-nō lŭlŭ. When in early dawn, to early risers on incoming ships land appears in the distance, a tall tower slowly looms out of the mist and by degrees the visitor spells out a new word at the top - "aloha". How is it pronounced; what does it mean? he hastily asks. There are always those to answer; "Ah-lōah" [*+*] [*100*] they will tell him and the word means "Welcome; we are trule glad to see you" Soon the strains of a Hawaiian band reach the visitor, and friends, eager to interpret all the mysteries, announce that it is playing "aloah" and they will add that when the visitor departs, it will play "aloah-oe", meaning "Farewell; we are sorry to see you go." Perhaps there will be a Hawaiian woman's chorus also to sing "aloah" to the rhythm of the ukelele and certainly the home coming residents will add that when the word is pronounced with a chanting drag on the second [*100*] syllable "ahlō ah", it means "I love you" - the more emphasis and chant, the more love. A moment more and over the visitor's head is slipped a lei - a wreath of flowers, and perchance, if there are many friends and the welcome very profuse, there may be so many wreaths heaped upon his shoulders that he can scarcely peep out over them. All these are old Hawaiian customs. In the long ago any failure to show hospitality to strangers was punishable by serious penalties; now these customs are modernized, honored and protected by Americans. Directly the visitor is driving to his [*100*] hotel between hedges of gorgeous hibiscus, giant monke[?] [*307*] [*on Hawaii*] [*To Good Housekeeping 19?7*] [*OK*] Did you ever see a fish laugh? Did you ever see a melon that grew on a tree? Did you ever go to a tea party under the broad spreading shad of a bread fruit tree or to a banquet where the table cloth was taro leaves and the chief dish roast octapus? Did you ever play on a beach of fine beautiful sand as black as your shoe? Did you ever roll luxuriantly over a good road up a mountain side for 4,000 feet and there stand comfortably on the edge of a mighty crater and see [*100*] below boiling, seething lava pouring forth red and terrible? Or, more dainty view, did you ever see 10,000 blooms of the rare night blooming cereus all at one time on a hedge under a silver moon? Did you ever see a lunar rainbow, or a rainbow tree or a square fish, or one of cerulean blue with his tail attached by a flirtatious bow of brilliant yellow? No, this is not Munchausen cynically asking you another; these are a few actualities of the many wonders of a self-governing territory of the United States of America. Like magnificent shining jewels [*100*] in a blue summer sea, six days' journey from San Francisco, lie the twelve Hawaiian Islands, created by inconceivably violent volcanic action in some unknown ancient day and now constituting the Hawaiian Territory. Just below the Tropic of Cancer, fruit, flowers, trees and all verdure is tropical in character - always green, the air always redolent with sweet perfume, the scene always startlingly brilliant with masses of strange flowers. "The loveliest fleet of islands ever anchored in any ocean" wrote Mark Twain a generation ago. "The Rainbow Isles", "The Paradise of the ??????" [*91*] [*291 words*] -2- "The Wonderland of the World", are some of the pet titles the residents apply to it. The first preparation for a visit should be to learn how to pronounce the name of the famed capital of Hawaii, which is not Hon-olulu, but Ho-no lulu. When in early dawn, to early risers on incoming ships land appears in the distance, a tall tower slowly looms out of the mist and by degrees the visitor spells out a new word at the top - "aloha". How is it pronounced; what does it mean? he hastily asks. There are always those to answer; "Ah-loah" [*100*] they will tell him and the word means "Welcome; we are truly glad to see you" Soon the strains of a Hawaiian band reach the visitor, and friends, eager to interpret all the mysteries, announce that it is playing "aloah" and they will add that when the visitor departs, it will play "aloah-oe", meaning "Farewell; we are sorry to see you go." Perhaps there will be a Hawaiian woman's chorus also to sing "aloah" to the rhythm of the ukelele and certainly the home coming residents will add that when the word is pronounced with a chanting drag on the second syllable [*100*] "ahlo ah", it means "I love you" - the more emphasis and chant, the more love. A moment more and over the visitor's head is slipped a lei - a wreath of flowers, and perchance, if there are many friends and the welcome very profuse, there many be so many wreaths heaped upon his shoulders that he can scarcely peep out over them. All these are old Hawaiian customs. In the long ago any failure to show hospitality to strangers was punishable by serious penalties; now these customs are modernized, honored and protected by Americans. Directly the visitor is driving to his hotel [*100*] between hedges of gorgeous hibiscus, giant monkey [*7*] -3- pod trees and great poincianas with crimson bloom. This is Honolulu; exotic, beautiful beyond compare, different and appealing, inspiring poetry, romance and aspirations. In these unwonted surroundings and amidst these demonstrations of friendship and good-will met the Institute of Pacific Relations in July, 1927. It was entertained in the Punchou School, a one time mission [school] but now the school mistress of all the important men and women of the Islands. Here in the dormitories all the visiting members were housed, in the school dining hall they were fed, in the big blue school swimming pool they took 100 their morning dips, over the capacious campus they roamed and in the school class rooms they gathered for work. On the first morning, as members from Great Britain, Australia, New Zealand, Canada, China, Corea, the Philippines, Japan and the United States strolled into the school auditorium and hunted for their names on the seats assigned them, it was a question whether the Institute was to partake of the nature of a school, a parliament, or a League of Nations. It was soon revealed that it could not be either of the two latter because no motions, no resolutions, no findings [100] were permissible. More, each member came representing himself and no one else. It was a school, but without teachers and one in which members taught each other. Frank, free, open discussion was the intent, the education and clearer understanding of the members the only aim. Behind it all lay the great hope that each person present would find means to broadcast his newly acquired impressions and thus the Institute serve as a distributing center of truth and liberalized opinion concerning problems of the Pacific. [83] [283] -4- The program was not prearranged as is usual, but was formulated after the members arrived by a Pacific Committee upon which persons of ten nations served. By common consent a majority of the hours of the Institute was given to China and her relation to the outside world. Not only the oppressive political situation in which she finds herself, meanwhile harassed by civil wars and manaced by Bolshevism, but also Christian missions in China, now facing an admittedly difficult crisis, were reviewed in full. Other questions such as population and food supply, immigration, transportation, radio, investments, racial antagonisms, mandates [100] and education were examined, but these seemed far away and immaterial when compared with the urgent demands of China. The Round Table, known since King Arthur's day, is not a new plan, but the Institute of Pacific Relations is attempting to develop it into a perfect instrument for finding understanding through discussion combined with good-will. Not more than thirty people gathered about each Round Table. In the evening all the Round Tables met together in a forum to review the day's discussions and to exchange views. [Paragraph] Usually much time is consumed in all international conferences by the tedious necessity of interpreting [100] speeches from one language to another. Here English only was spoken and although the Asiatics may have suffered somewhat from inequalities in the give and take of discussion, most of them could speak English quite as fast and furiously as any American or British. Wit, sarcasms, sharp repartee, illustration, logic and even apt quotations from English poets and statesmen were flung across the Pacific (or Round Table) with an abandon at times not a little disconcerting to proud Anglo Saxons. Any onlooker would have discovered at once that this was a contest of equals, guided by a common aim [100] to dig to the very [5] -5- bottom of each puzzling problem in quest for truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Race superiority received many a knock-out blow. Certainly all members must have gone away with smaller racial and national vanity and with more humility than when they came. A Japanese university professor frankly confessed [revealed] that until her doors had been opened. Japan confidently believed herself to be the most enlightened county of all peoples [in the world]. All the world admits that such race pride was more less justified because she had developed a high and remarkable culture, but from the Tonga Islands, where [100] a quite primitive people live, came an eye-opening story. Through travelers the names of two mighty men, Napoleon and George Washington, had become known to the chiefs. Their existence or greatness was not questioned, but they explained it. Once, long ago, it was recalled certain Tonga men had gone away in boats and never returned. It was now clear that they had landed somewhere for these two great men must be their descendents. How, otherwise, could they be great? Other men had always been their inferiors! What the Chinese had thought of themselves is a matter of record. "Was it not [100] a fact that when the Anglo Saxons were living in caves, wielding stone axes and dressing themselves in skins, the rich among the Chinese were living in houses of skilled construction and were wearing beautifully woven silken garments?" Chinese with humorous twinkles in their eyes asked at Honolulu. No one who knew history could deny the fact. Wise professors have given a grand title to this form of race and national pride which makes all men believe themselves the noblest, their nation the best and highest in the world - [89] -6- ethnocentrism. The story of the ethnocentrism of China carries with it the cause and effect of the entire group of problems now emerging from that aroused [intelligent] country to challenge the encroachments of the West and to class her with Russia as the two most perplexing enigmas in world politics. For our thousand years or more this people, occupying a country larger than that of the United States, had lived undisturbed from the outside. Few foreigners had visited China and few Chinese had traveled far from their home land. The West knew little of China and her culture, and China [100] knew practically nothing of Europe and had never heard of America. She had discovered printing, clocks, the compass silk prohibition, the single tax, and had evn tried complete religious tolerance with legal recognition of Buddhism, Mohammedanism and Christianity; and all this had come before and during the time when Europe was employing the thumb screw and rack to establish religious righteousness. The quiet trend of affairs in China had been rudely disturbed by the introduction of opium, guaranteed to produce wonderful dreams but which carried dire devastation in its wake and in 1729 the Emperor had forbidden the smoking [100] of opium anywhere in his vast empire. At that time the importation was two hundred chests per annum. Perhaps China would be today locked in with all her gates shut as she was in 1792, had it not been for opium and an awakening bump from the aggressive, militaristic traders of the West. In that year George III of England, still reigning and claiming his right to do so as authority from God, sent the McCartney mission to China, to another King, who likewise claimed his right to rule from on High. These divinely appointed rulers [96] [296] -7- had thereby an historical ethnocentric tilt. The mission came with rich gifts and bearing from His British Majesty a petition to His Celestial Highness begging that a British envoy might be permitted to reside permanently in Peking in order that trade between the two countries should increase and prosper. The Emperor of the Heavenly Kingdom refused in emphatic terms: "Our dynasty's majestic virtue has penetrated into every country under Heaven and Kings of all nations have offered their costly tribute by land and sea. As your ambassodor can see for himself, we possess all things. I set no value on objects [100] strange or ingenious and have no use for your country's manufactures." The entire letter was [as] equally polite and definitely as [as equally] firm. So in 1793, only one hundred and thirty-four years ago, a mere span in the life of a four thousand years' old empire, there is a record of what China's ethocentrism thought of itself. {Paragraph} Despite this summary dismissal of the British petition, however, trade continued without the consent of the Celestial Court. The universal law of supply and demand with a handsome profit between them proved too great a temptation to be withstood. The rich and mighty the world [100] around wanted the rare silks and curios found in China, certain weak Chinese wanted opium and wanted it much, while unscrupulous Chinese wanted the profit. So many wants could not be resisted and "in ways that were dark and peculiar" the trade went on. Three years later, in 1795, another [Emperor issued an] edict absolutely prohibiting the importation of all opium was issued and this decree was repeated in 1800. By this time the importation had increased to four thousand chests per annum, yet prohibition of opium with those anxious to sell on one side and those craving to enjoy its seductive dangers [make it] on the other, wile men of meager morals stood between, availed little. 312 -8- The trade merely dug itself into deeper, darker and more secret channels. The Emperor commanded again and again and it is said that the law was finally enforced: but in the Yangtze lay the foreign British ships serving as opium warehouses. The Emperor then sent Commissioner Lin in 1839 to make a complete end of the business. He, with his men surrounded the opium merchants and compelled them to deliver up 20,283 chests of opium lying in their ships. He destroyed it all. The Chinese called the British "barbarians" and the Commissioner put a price on the head of every Britisher captured alive or dead. The British answered with guns and thus began the so called first opium war. It was closed with the treaty of Nanking in 1842, the first treaty except one with Russia, ever signed by China. It stipulated [agreed] that China should pay twenty-one millions of dollars in reparations and granted Great Britain the port of Hongkong and opened four other ports to foreign trade. Hongkong became a center for the sale of opium and under its influence the importation went up to seventy-five thousand chests by 1858 and there arose the second opium war in which [100] France joined with Great Britain. Meanwhile the Emperor Tao Kwang, of whom it was said that he had lost three [of his] sons trhough the opium vice steadily refused to legalize the importation which had remained contraband all those years. He said pitifully and helplessly at a parley with foreign traders in Peking:- "It is true I cannot prevent the introduction of the flowing poison; gainseeking and corrupt men will for profit and sensuality defeat my wishes; but nothing will induce me to derive a revenue from the vice and misery of my people." The treat of Tientein, which closed the second war, legaslized the importation of opium and guaranteed protection to the teaching and profession of Christianity for the first time since Christianity had been pro- [25] 325 -9- proscribed in 1724. The Emperor was unwilling to sign it and a third opium war occurred in which the Emperor's summer palace was first looted by the French and then burned by the British. In 1860 the treaty was signed. More indemnities, more concessions of territory were made, always under protest, and by the intimidation of superior foreign force. [Paragraph} This briefly is the sad background of modern China and her problems wherein opium and missionaries entered an ancient walled [buttoned] in empire together at the point of the same guns. Altho opium caused her downfall, Christianity in the words of one member of the Institute, Dr. Bau, (Professor of Political Science, Peking National Normal University) [and Peking National College of Law and Politics], has given China a roundabout impetus to her own deliverance: "The fundamental cause of the rapid growth of nationalism in China is education. This has been largely stimulated by foreign missionaries. For a while they ran [150] the best educational institutions in China and thereby dominated the thought and character of the younger generation. In time returned students [returned] from Japan, Europe and America with good foreign training soon manned the staffs of the important educational institutions in China. What were once high schools, having been able [200] to secure the services of these men, have developed into junior colleges' and what were once junior colleges, with the same impetus, have grown to be full senior colleges. What is more, on account of the rapid influx of these returned students, new institutions of full collegiate standing have sprung up. [250] [What is of especial importance is that these returned students caused the Chinese people to understand the rights and obligations of a civilized state in international relationships.] The Chinese, formerly ignorant of Western peoples and afraid of them, are no [13] -10- longer subject to such apprehension. [Formerly contented to be given a chance to survive and to live, they now desire to live honorably and respectably on a basis of equality and reciprocity with all the other peoples of the world."] [out] While missionaries from all the Western world were building up education and thus helping the Chinese to see the way to independence, British missionaries, ceaselessly reported to their churches at home that the Chinese continually reproached them for the part the British had played in foisting opium upon China. [50] In consequence, a 'soul searching' and a resulting campaign to clean the record of a Christian nation has been in progress in the churches of Great Britain for more than half a century. While the United States was not a leader in the "unequal treaties" forced upon China, she has participated [100] in all the privileges they offer and has acquiesced in all the humiliations put upon the Chinese; in consequence, there has been much agitation in the American churches [as well] on the general theme of the political relations, between the United States and China. For half a century missionaries, opium, machine guns, education,[insults,] and growing understanding[s] have each diligently been at work on popular opinion in China. Today she sends her children to school, her boys and girls to colleges at home, and her young men and women to Japanese, British and American universities. For a generation or [200] two these young men and women have been returning to teach China at home through her schools, her press and platforms about the Western world and its great liberal movements, the revolutions in its history, its struggles for the rights of man [241] 241 -11- and the evolution of democracy. They have explained the growth of international law and the meaning of the sovereignty of nations. Simultaneously, discriminations against the Chinese by foreigners in their own China has whipped into life any gap left in the awakening sense of nationalism. For example, the International Concession at Shanghai is governed by a[n International] Municipal Council composed of representatives of foreign nations including Japan, but in which no Chinese are admitted. Yet Chinese residents within the Concession claim that they pay 75% of the taxes which maintain the government, and, naturally, the old American cry of "taxation without [100] representation" is doing its unerring work in China. Certain parks have been established within the Shanghai Concession and all the world except the Chinese are admitted. For some time the insulting sign was placed at the gate "Chinese and dogs not admitted." Across the street on Chinese territory a playground was soon established and the retaliating sign at the gate read "Europeans and dogs not admitted". Both signs mysteriously disappeared in the darkness of one night; but the incident has never been forgotten. An English gentleman met a cultured Chinese in London and when he visited Shanghai, he invited [200] the Chinese to lunch with him at a man's club within the settlement. The Chinese came but was kept standing outside the door for some time and when, at last, the much embarrassed English visitor came to him, it was with the disconcerting message that Chinese were not, under any circumstances, [250] admitted to the Club. These and many other discriminations related in Honolulu have rankled deep in the souls of Chinese men until rich and poor, high and low, are chanting together the old familiar slogan of rebellion - "China for the Chinese." [291] -12- Changing public opinion has not been confined to China. A chastened and enlightened Great Britain and America, not quite willing to apologize for that which has been, but more less well intentioned as to the future and ready to act, now await the opportunity. So it happened that in [50] 1927, out in the middle of the Pacific where the sun shines all the time and the air is filled with the music of the gentle lapping of blue waves against [the] green shore, East and West met in the Institute of Pacific Relations to talk things over. The British, [100] charged by the Chinese with being the first and the chief transgressor in the political humiliation of China, mainly conducted the discussions on extraterritoriality, teriff autonomy, concessions, courts, and other political problems. Interesting and informative as these conversations were, those dealing with Christian missions in China (what they ad done [150] to arouse latent nationalism and what that nationalism in turn is now doing to missions) soared to far greater heights and dug down to deeper depth in the search for truth and understanding than any other in the Conference. It appeared that Christian missions have quite as much caused the [200] present rebellion against foreign powers as any other influence. It is said that naughty "hard boiled" traders in Shanghai are possessed of the "Shanghai mind" and this mind believes that trade with plenty of dollars is "the inalienable right of mankind" and so it says "d-- the missionaries." Christians do not use such phrases, but with as intense an emphasis, though expressed in far gentler words, [do] they lay the responsibility for their present trying crisis upon the "go getting traders." [279] -13- The first and most embarrassing handicap to united action is the division of foreign Christians into Catholics and Protestants and the further division of Protestants into many denominations. Together they cover [some] at least two thousand stations. the Catholics represented by some fifteen hundred and the Protestants by eight thousand missionaries [*50*]. Well over half of both come from the United States. The Protestants claim investments in China to the figure of $80,000,000 and are said to spend there some 10,000,000 per year. In order to avoid friction, the Protestants have divided the territory with more or less success, Two Corean girls [*100*] in Honolulu said, "We live in difference provinces in Corea. I am a Methodist and my friend is a Presbyterian. We do not know why this is so, but in my province there are only Methodists and in hers there are Presbyterians." The division of the Christian faith into [*150*] denominations has not only proved a stumbling block all the way along, but now is [proving to be] offering the most astounding challenge to the West. [*¶*]The Chinese Christians, very well versed in history, gently argue that as Christianity has developed many forms in accordance with the country and leaders who have interpreted [*200*] it, the Christianity of North Europe being unlike that of South Europe, yet not like that in the United States, so, if left to themselves, China will work out her own form of Christianity which may be quite different from all the others, but certain to be undivided into denominations [*250*]. Very gently the Chinese Christians impressed upon the Round Table the fact that they dreamed of a Chinese Christian Church utterly free from the domination of any other country. When asked if, in their judgment, there was no longer need of missionaries in China. they sweetly but firmly responded that [*300*] there would always be need of them [*307*] [always] -14- but only when and if they come at the invitation and under the direction of the Chinese Christians. "Christ was himself an Oriental; perhaps Orientals free to study him without foreign direction may understand him better than occidentals have done" they said. There are thrusts that hurt, yet brave, [*50*] far visioned [-[*religious*]-] men of long experience admit the possibility &. [Liberal men might be willing] may yet [?] the plan that all missionaries withdraw from China, [now that sixty years of effort has given the Chinese and impetus toward Christianity] and thus give [them] Chinese the opportunity to work out their own religious future; but difficulties line the way. Not only are there the many denominations, but there are fundamentalists and liberals [*100*]. When Christians first sent missionaries into the Orient, it was be- lieved that this "heathen people" would be forever damned if they did not received the word of God. The viewpoint has passed for the liberals, but it has not passed for the fundamentalists. The liberals realize that if they should [*150*] withdraw because of their clearer vision of the situation, it would not necessarily follow that the more orthodox among missionaries and churches would do so. More, the delicate question of money and property [was] whill not mentioned in the discussions, [but] was clearly in the back of missionary minds and the remembrance [*200*] of that vast investment of eighty millions of dollars and the annual expenditure of ten millions more was never absent. Would the Chinese protect this property? Would they raise the money to continue the operation of Christian institutions? Or would the churches at home be willing to contribute money, knowing [*250*] that it would not be spent by their own people? Would the institutions built with as much labor and love survive without money? It was clear that these two groups of men Anglo Saxon and Chinese, loving, and respecting each other, were hurt to the very quick by the delicate [*300*] division between them. The Chinese Christians realize that they are not quite trusted to carry on alone by those who have [*321*] -15- been their friends and benefactors, and missionaries are shocked and wounded because they discover that after lives, devoted with much sacrifice to Christian labors in China, they are no longer wanted. In the gossipy agitation of the swelling nationalism at home, the Chinese Christian is under a trying fire which [*50*] gives anxiety to his mission friends. The Communists have boldly charged that "Christianity is an opiate devised by capitalists in order to put over their schemes." When Christians defend their faith by a counter charge and say that Communists are merely presenting a propaganda paid for by Moscow with sinister [*100*] purpose behind it, the Communist cynically asks if Christian propaganda is not paid for by London and New York. Chinese Christians opposing Bolshevism charge it with the desire to overthrow existing institutions in China and declare that Soviet Russia will use force to impress [their] its ideas upon China. The Communists [*150*]) come back with truism that Christianity has already overthrown ancestral worship and with the twisted argument that gunboats, marines and intimidation have kept the missions going. Dr. Hung of Peking said, "There is no objection among Christians or anti-Christians to the spread of the idea of the spirit of [*200*] Jesus, but there is a common belief that most missionaries cannot free themselves from the things for which Christian nations stand." Dr. Hodgson, a British missionary added: "It is true the Christian Church in China is now under suspicion of being an instrument of foreign powers." And Dr. Hume, formerly [*250*] President of Yale in China added: "China has reached a stage where she is unwilling to have her soul saved for her by the West." Missionaries, therefore, are finding their faith accepted but themselves rejected. [*285*] -16- An unforgetable climax of all the discussions was reached at the closing session of the mission Round Table. A Professor of International Law opened by defining the legal status of missionaries in China, which is, of course, governed by the law as laid down in the so-called "unequal treaties" with [*50*] foreign nations against which China protests. Dean William Hung, Professor of History and Dean of the College of Arts and Sciences of Yen Ching University (Peking), a young man of thirty odd years and a graduate of Ohio Wesleyan College, was invited to respond. He arose slowly and reluctantly. Under [*100*] the control of the intensity of his own thinking, the room and the people around him appeared to fade away. He seemed unaware that he had a body. It was only a brain at work- a brain of a very old, old race educated in a modern school. Slowly [*150*] and deliberately, apparently creating as he progressed, he said in effect: I do not like international law. It seems to me to be an effort to rationalize that which has been done before, regardless of whether that accomplishment has been right or wrong. It is said that two wrongs cannot [*200*] make a right, but to my mind international law is all the time trying to make right out of wrong; for example, when the treaties were imposed upon China, at the point of the bayonet, treaties which compelled her to accept missionaries and at the same time to give away [*250*] her territory, her ports and her sovereignty, (he mercifully refrained from including [the demand for] the legalizing of opium) it was a wrong, nothing but a wrong and no one can deny that is was a wrong. When the Manchus signed those treaties because they were intimidated, they also did wrong; yet those [*300*] two wrongs are the only support for a treaty which is quoted as the law guaranteeing protection of missionaries in China. [*321*] -17- It is the same law that robbed us of territory and of sovereignty. I hold that a law brought into existence by wrongs can be accepted by the conscience of mankind as right. The wrongs cannot make a right. No agreement between nations can justly be recognized as law unless [*50*] both parties to it are equally free to assent. The exact words are unhappily lost, but those who heard him seemed to feel the presence of a modern Confucius flinging an ultimatum to World Powers, to which no reply could honorably be made except admission to its truth. In the background [*100*] of the world's mind has been the possibility tat China may yet repudiate all the international treaties which in any way encumber her freedom. Dean Hung appears to have presented the principle upon which China may yet proceed. The Chairman of the Round Table looked as though he were tempted [*150*] to say "let us pray"; or since there were Buddhists present, he may merely have wished to ask for a period of meditation. He said nothing. Silence controlled nevertheless. Then the discussion picked up again, cautious, timid, boring, and dragged on tediously until noon The ultimatum has been pronounced - the [*200*] last word had been said, and no one in that room knew what to say in response; or if they did had not dared to say it. That young Chinese had inadvertently issued a defiance to sixteen nation[s] which as yet remains unanswered. With this final challenge of old China [*250*] still ringing in our ears, the second Honolulu conference of the Institute of Pacific Relations came to an end. Soon the hundred and twenty odd members who had shared in the discussions, loaded with beautiful perfumed leis, found their ways to many ships which could take them homeward [*300*] to ten nations. From the [*304*] [*304*] -18- decks they waved their farewell to new found friends, while bands played "aloha oe". at Diamond Head, the base of a one-time giant volcano, a pretty ceremony took place. the band again played "aloha" and members, gathering around the deck rail, cast the leis, hundreds of them, one by one, over [*50*] into the sea. The legend is that when and if any of these leis drifts back to shore, the one who has worn it, will surely return. [*78*] "You shall hear the long waves drumming the ukuleles strumming And Hawaiian voices crooning in a plaintive strain and low, And however far you travel, it's a spell that won't unravel, And the thrall of it shall hold you and you'll long again to know All the sweet and poignant rapture which you cannot quite recapture Till old diamond Head is rounded on your journey back" [*78 67 145*] Transcribed and reviewed by volunteers participating in the By The People project at crowd.loc.gov.