The writer, a Cantonese from Australia, hae just returned to Shanghai from Canton, hoving visited the southern city for the first time. He went to the City of Rams quite unprejudiced and, im submitting the following articles, he ie simply telling what he saw and heard and give ig his impressions. He hap had to depend to a certain extent on statements made to him by various residente of Canton and £0 li is his desire that none should come under the impression that he is an expert on Centon and Canton affairs after a three-weeks visit.
However, what i written is an honest attempt to tell a truthful story of the visit from mod te and neutral Chinese viewpoint. The truth is very painful at imes. It hard to tell the truth without offending somebody and the writer undoubtedly will be criticized for the present artiel leg, yet, on the whole, it is far preferable to tell the truth than pack of lies which easily can be exposed. He may be at variance with the views of others but for that he can offer no apology and wi enter into controversy.—Watter Hanming Che The first thing that strikes the eyes of visitors entering Canton!
the Canton Bund and its high, modern buildings (of which the Sun Company, a department. sto towers above the others)—a distinct contrast to the lew-lying, cramped island of Honam, on the southern side of the Pearl River, the reads one usually finds in the average old Chinese city. These rosels are well laid out but, in spite of attempts to keep them in' good condition, some are in a distressing state, especially the Bund, However, they are the best I have seen in China outside of the foreign The quietness of Shameen, Canton's foreign settlement; where ordinatily a considerable amount of, business is done but where nowadays there is but little activity in commercial lines, is very marked and differs entirely from the busy, hurry scurry of the mainland the other side of the bridge which connects Shameen with Canton ite self. The trees of Shameen ai green and as pretty as any could be.
The Cantonese green is of a beautiful tint and is delightful to the ey The cries of the yelling sampan men and women and the popping of the hundreds of motor-boats on the river is drowned by the igher pitch of noise coming from the chatting, idle crowds which hang about the Bund, the roar of the traffic, the pit-pat of the feet coolie' m and}
"He 'Hoh' care riers. Ricsha coolies go dashing from place to place helter skelter. Automobiles, most of them having heavily armed guards on the running boards to show the importance of the official passenger, fly up and past with truly amazing speed, the drivers caring little or nothing for the lives and safety of others. Even should they leave any killed or injured behind, their official sters see that these speed hogs aye immune from blame. You are supposed to get out of the way when you see any of these cars coming along. Everybody and everything appears to be much busier and in far more of a hurry la Canton than one usually sees in, Shanghai.
The traffic police do their best under the circumstances but they, fare not to blame for uch a state of affairs on the congested roads.
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