Yesterday, for the first time in a week, the sun shone down over rain-drenched Shanghai. Raincoats were left at home, summer suits and dresses came out into the open again and a general feeling of satisfaction was aprerent on every hand. But the sun-Shine brought more than satisfaction to one section of the population of this city; it brought relief from discomfort and danger to health of the hundreds of refugees in the camps scattered all over the Western districts of Shanghai, the hardest hit in the floods of the past few days.
The refugees in the old Embassy Theatre were about the best off. They Ye not suffer from flooding, only from torr@nts of rain pouring in through a leak in the roof, and were able to adopt rough and ready methods of dealing with all but the most annoying litre trickles. Apart from this, the heavy rains merely meant that they had to stay indoors until it ended.
But in the camps the refugees stared with dismay as, slowly but ever so certainly, the damp ground grew wetter and wetter; puddles began to form and before long the floors disappeared under a sheet of smelly, muddy water. A small leak here and there in the matshed roofs did not improve matters.
Two days of extreme discomfort passed before yesterday's sun burst through the clouds with warming rays that only too slowly began to dry things up. Two days of extreme discomfort, in which the refugees Jay, stretched, sat up and lay down again on their small beds, only an inch or two above the top of the President Roosevelt to
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