Tsingtao, July 23.
'The thermometer—or' was no one speaking of the weather?—went up to 82 the other day in Tsingtao, and everybody said, "My, it's hot to-day!" which only goes to show that even the weather is a matter of relativity, though not Mr. Einstein's major concern. It might be his chief worry, however, had he been spending the dest week or two in Shanghai from all we hear. Most of the month the Tsingtao verandah thermometers have registered seventy something-or-other, and no one can complain about that. On the contrary, it is a cause for devout Thanksgiving, minus the usual football game.
People are constantly going and coming in Tsingtao. With the wealthy Chinese it has been mostly going dur ing the past week. Dinners previously arranged have been cancelled, baggage hastily packed, houses closed and departures for Hongkong and other points taken. This, of course, in view of the crisis in North China. And who will blame them?
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Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.