Robbery and crime are of almost daily ocevrrence in the well ordered colony of Hongkong, but not so in this cosmopolitan capital. Beside the ordinary police, who are no better or worse than the slouching individuals you see in every other city, there are military guards who patrol the main arteries of traffic. Two and two, with their rifles and fixed bayonets, they march slowly in step in the very midst of the vehicles, adding a touch of colour to the picture and making for a sense of security.
Along Hatamen you meet almost every nation on earth. Here is a Manchu lady with her quaint head dress. The weight of it would give me a headache. You see also representatives of all the 18 provinces. For instance there are over 10,000 Cantonese to be found in Peking, and two or three of these are in the present Cabinet. Where are all these people in these ricshas going to, or coming from? What is their business? I mean these Russians, Italians, Czechs, Hindus, Negroes, Mexicans and Peruvians, etc., to say nothing of the crowds of French, English and Americans,
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.