For the Summer Cometh when Few Men Can Eat What may be called the open season for eating is still with us. All too soon the steamy mould of a Shanghai summer will be here. Meat will have to be eaten tough because it won't hang, fruit will be suspected of germs, aspics and creams will faint in their dishes, chocolates will come out in spots. All that we shall really fancy will be a tumbler of iced tea with a slice o? lemon in it—at least I speak for the ladies who are my readers. So let us while? we may consider the pleasures of the Shanghai table.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.