← Previous – CH10A – Next → Chapter 10aStudent’s Life Monday morning at last, and my first day of school. I quit school in the 9th grade because I bated school. I hated verbs and adjectives and who cared what the Amendments to the
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← Previous – CH9D – Next → Chapter 9dLife in Peking Hostel No. 3 was located in a quiet residential section of the city. It was a grand old stone building with high ceiling hallways and long corridors. It was probably fashionable around the
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← Previous – CH9C – Next → Chapter 9cLearning Chinese in Peking We waited until the car emptied, then slung our seabags over our shoulders and stepped out on to the platform. Upon seeing us emerge, a gang of coolies wanting to help us
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← Previous – CH9B – Next → Chapter 9bPeking The worst duty in China, and certainly the most dangerous, was train guard duty. The coal shipments guarded by the 1st Marine Division were vital to the Chinese people. Gen. Wedemeyer pointed out that it
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← Previous – CH9A – Next → Chapter 9aLast Train to Peking I didn’t have to wait until the next morning to have Col. Roston break the news to me. Stevenson told me without the need to wait. I figured it had to do
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← Previous – CH8C – Next → Chapter 8cLosing Face or Honor? The word face is misleading, and I soon learned very few of us Westerners fully comprehend its meaning. When the Chinese speak of face, it’s not “faces” they mean. They are concerned
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← Previous – CH8B – Next → Chapter 8bRoger, the Information Bank Ever since I began studying Chinese, Roger wanted to take me to a Sing-Song cabaret. “Good way learn Chinese,” he said. The Saturday after we had dinner at the Djungs, Stevenson and
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← Previous – CH8A – Next → Chapter 8aROGER, ROGER As we remember things in life, our minds also tend to forget them. This has to be an inborn mechanism that keeps us from going insane. Cpl. Marsden said in a few years we
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← Previous – CH7D – Next → New Chinese Teacher‘s Philosophy Existentialism, Kierkegaard, Jean-Paul Sartre. The names were swimming in my head when I got back to the Strand and I couldn’t wait until I could tell the others about my night at the
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← Previous – CH7C – Next → New Chinese Teacher “We have a teacher for you,” Mrs. Murray said. “She  is Chinese,  and from a very prominent family here in Tsingtao. Her name is Mrs. Djung. I have told her all about you, and
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