Drawn by Genjiro Yeto
“A new delight to catch the peeping tips of my shoes”
I confess that I earned the most delicious moment I have had for a long time.
I cannot surrender under the accusation that Japs are only imitators, but I admit that we Nippon daughters are suited to be mimics.
Am I not gifted in the adroit art?
Where’s Mr. Somebody who made himself useful to warn the musumes?
Then I began to rehearse the scene of my first interview with a white lady at San Francisco.
I opened Bartlett’s English Conversation Book, and examined it to see if what I spoke was correct.
I sat on the writing table. Japanese houses set no chairs.
(Goodness, mottainai! I sat on the great book of Confucius.)