I laughed, wondering why those enterprising Meriken jins don’t employ the extensive backs of prizefighters in the ring.
Uncle and I went to see the Injuns dance.
How fantastically they sang!
There was a Japanese tea-house.
It is no “tea-house” at all. It was the saddest thing I ever saw.
I thought that Chicagoans were not fastidious with anything.
“Any old thing will do!” they might say jollily.
Open, hard-working Chicago!
Has she much education?
10th—My uncle wanted me to join him in visiting a stockyard to see the doomed pigs groaning, “Fu, fu, fu!”