There are very few people tu Shanghai who are-not acquainted personally with Mr. J. J. Keegan. And it is because of the fact that Mr. Keegan is so very well knowe that most people will be surprised: when they study the accompanying photograph.
The story came about in this way. Mr. Keegan is the possessor of wonderful flat in Nanking Road, fitted out according to his designs with panelled walls, raftered ceiling, a deep-set old-fashioned fireplace of the sort one finds in th most ancient of inns at Ho complete with fire-dogs brackets fitted with pewter mugs who is all things to all men, One evening recently, the writer remarked, "Anything new in your place just now, Joe," to which there come round Hussein, most faithful of Eastern "threw open the door and there stood revealed, on a sculptor's 'HE LATE Mr, JOHN Prentice pedestal, a perfect' plaster model of the bust of the late Mr. John Prentice. "Who did it?" was the tural question, '"You don't _be-
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