It is easy to see, with deference to the Slecawel Fathers, that Spring is not very far behind. As soon as the flower sellers outside {he Shang! Club changed "from "partial to violets and cir fragrance to Full people! into a reckless anticipation of sunnier' days, the heavens poured down torrents for two days and played havoc with the new spring creations which the temerarious dared wear. Then followed a cold spell bringing out woollen! multers for a day and the overture to the most beautiful of Shanghai seasons was complete, even to an isolated roll of thunder which provided the finale. This tiny little world of] ours continues its annual tour through the universe and. its inhabitants have created) things which in other ages would have been' considered miracles, but in sympathy with! Mark Twain, nothing seems to be done about weather. All sorts of plans and claims have been made to control" or exploit the weather by people who can do such things as! Isolating electrons and splitting atoms, but the: weather is a problem. It always seems to rain' when people want fine weather and there is absolutely no reliability about it. Perhaps in the heart of the Sahara Desert or at the North] Pole there is some sort of regulated consistency, but it has to be proved. A solution might be! found in the attitude adopted by the Soviet pioneers in the Arctic region where marvel. Tous feats of colonization and exploitation are being made with the ald of aeroplanes, wireless] and other scientific resources denied the earlier explorers. A traveller through these Arctic! regions in a recent book on his experiences: narrates that he arrived by alr at one isolated post and wanted to go to bed immediately as] Twas dark and he calculated that the time was 11 pin. The Soviet oficial was astonished and asked him if he were a mere boy wanting. to go to bed at 7 pin. These hardy pioneers stil adhered ('Moscow time and habits, although a time difference of four hours Separate the two points. Imoring an cle mentary astronomical rule, bedtime for wag about dawn and rising was when the sun) was high up the sky.
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