employed in the Legation City are a great farce. They sit down in shady doorways, take off their hats, and fan themselves and seem to enjoy themselves thoroughly. In the German district they wre particularly useless. If I had only had camera the other day I could have captured a beautiful picture. Three native policemen with a Geran badge on wore sitting in the shade of a doorway with their hats off smoking the long Chinese pipe. Well might they be called guardians of the peace,
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.