At the moment Shanghai is disposed to throw the blame for its woes on all kinds of people. This or that nation, this or that body and this or that dignitary in turn becomes the cockshy for vituperative eloquence. Yet all the time there is one culprit who is smugly evading justifiable wrath. This state of things cannot continue. The unmasking must come. August 24 was the day of the end of the Great Heat. The fact did not pass unnoticed. If ships were not dressed in port, at least this journal saluted Chu Shu with as graceful a leaderette as could be composed in the intervals of wondering whether there would be enough ice for somebody's gin. What did Siccawei do? It promptly proceeded to treat the thermometer as if it were designed to earn the Lawrence Cup for fast century scoring. On Aug. 25 the maximum temperature in the shade was 93.3, as compared
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