The other morning we espied an official of the Baseball Club and his assistant surveying the baseball ground with meditative eyes. It appears that matshed prices—like everything else, from coca-colas to camphor balls for your winter furs—have bounced up and financial adjustments are necessary.
Incidentally, we learned that matsheds are not bought; they are virtually hired. The material—what is left of it. especially the bamboo—goes back to the builders to be used over and over again for the multitude of purposes China has devised.
We also noticed, in distinctly doleful frame of mind, a golfer gazing on the unimpeded fairways, knowing his game won't be what it was for several months. It was like the figure of doom—the last rose of summer—or whatever you like to personify a Golfer Frustrated.
Shanghai's pioneer City Fathers have been criticized for their lack Columbia Country of foresight in creating narrow roads. i, all-American affair was the recept ben bat to be remade; and for! own planning which had to be! scrapped. But the Recreation Ground is balanced against such carping.
No city in the world has such a sports field right in the heart. And no city, perhaps, appreciates it more. So on with the sport!
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.