Witir capital of $150,000, the Koo Pun Soap Company of Shanghai started a year ago. To-day they not only manufacture soap of elusive colours and odours, but all the boxes and cases in which to pack it for export. The pity is that they do export the greater part of their product. One realizes in China, especially ¢n route to this factory, the crying need of soap. We hear so much about evangelizing China—her spiritual cleanliness is the concern of Western hordes—but could we but soap her and rinse her and soap her again, the interim of waiting for the awakening of her soul would be more hearable.
After passing cards through the iron gate and trying to look as inoffensive as possible, one is admitted to the inner sanctum of the Koo Pun, Of course, there are a few things in the factories here that one must take on faith, for China has her little secrets like the rest of us, A striking feature of this soap factory is the way in which the under-floor space is used. The Chinese who showed us through the establishment kept calling our attention to openings in the floor, through which we could see huge vats of cocoanut oil and animal and vegetable tallow. Scattered here and there in bins on the floor were great. lumps of yellow material resembling sand held together by some greasy medium. We were told that this was "one of the in-
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