May 11.—A fresh green morning with a little rain....wandered beneath the trees watching all the summer birds hunting for their living..and discovered the following letter to the Press:—Sir, It is not often that I, who have lived in this city for more years than I care to remember, burst into print; but I now do so under my own name feeling that I shall have the sympathy of most of my fellow residents. We residents who serve Shanghai all the year round should stick together and see that we are not deprived of our rights by those hordes of visitors who are now flocking to this place and filling all available living space from floor to roof.. What do they do for Shanghai in the way of real social service? Sing a few songs perhaps, or catch a few caterpillars and mos-quitees: otherwise they are a menace to the peace and comfort of our permanent residents. The Swallows are quiet creatures and do us little harm....they live mostly with the giants who dwell behind brick walls: the Orioles are fairly harmless birds but the eternal cater-wanting of their womenfolk gets on our nerves: the Bush-Warbler with his repeated cry of
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