Here's a piquant tableau: the stately portals of the Shanghai Club, the dirtiest little boy and the _filthiest] brace of dogs in all the city, a cheerless chicken and a cage of canaries who did not sing. On the wings of the scene, a sergeant of police and other foreign bystanders regarding the boy and his bedraggled crew with lively admiration and ineredulity.. Small wonder, for the boy, whose head barely reached to their mid-way coat buttons, was our little Hungarian, Valentine Holdosi, who had just effected an amazing singlehanded rescue of his pals from Yangtszepoo when repeated efforts by the S.S.P.C.A. and Consular bearding for passes had failed.
On Friday the boy with the gypsy-bright eyes and a mind like quicksilver had told a stirring tale of his mother and himself trapped in near 'Thorburn Road, Yangtszepoo, for thirteen frightening days of fighting and five; of their flight and his subsequent attempts to rescue his pets, two dogs and a chicken left locked behind 'Then, a guess was hazarded that some' avenue of rescue would occur to the fertile-minded child. It did, and its accomplishment: was an odyssey of pluck, resource, endurance:.a daring, resolute escapade through the Chinese and lines, Do or Die In a do or die mood yesterday the boy started off on foot from his new home in the Concession. His official friends had admitted failure. His pets had been without food or water for two and a half days, The powers that be had frowned on his requests; they had to be outflanked. He gave Garden Bridge a wide berth and struck out for Nantao, Free of the Native City and its terrified people, he made for a dockyard where he had friends. He told his story and was ferried across to Pootung.
Only a Chinese soldier or two were to be seen in the deserted streets as he trudged down to the point. Ai raids? No, he did not think about them; he had lived through so many in. Yangtszepoo. He wandered about waterfront, Checkmate! again? No, there was a launch just casting off, He wheedled his way aboard, and landed at the Shanghai Power Company's wharf. People there had other thoughts than letting the adventurer stray out into the Yang-t#zepoo no-man's-land despite his very' urgent pleadings. He was put in the boiler room under the eye of an Indian watchman, but he was too hot on the scent for restraint, There was door and he was out of it like a flash, There followed a two and a half mile walk through dangerous country with occasional doorway dodging as he saw Japanese soldiery.
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