However, in due course, other things began to be done. A group of operatives was gathered, received weekly wages, discussed la-hour problems, issued pamphlets und doubtless amongst other things, did some work. Less than a month ago, I saw a response from these workmen in answer to the thrilling appeals of the eloquent representatives of the people of China who went to Washington and sent back to beg the people to make themselves heard.
The leaflet was handed to me, by the way, by a gentleman who could not read Chinese as a '"Bolshevist" production. Is it not about time that '"Bolshevist" took the place of "Mesopotamia" in the old chestnut about the "blessed word which was such a comfort to me.'"" The pamphlet had not a word of socialism in it, leave alone "Bolshevism"—which I am told by some one whose Russian I hope is better than mine means as much Socialism as can be put into anything. It described in touching language how uncomfortable the representatives—Messrs. Koo & Ca. this time, not Messrs. David Vu & Co.—were through not having a chair offered them to sit down upon. It called on one and all to shout, shout very loudly. And then, waxing warm, it added that possibly the best way to ensure that other people should take some notice of them would be to kill a few foreigners. So far from being "Bolshevist" were these kindly writers that they laid emphasis. on the fact that it would not need to have "as many" as possible killed, just a few would suffice.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.