The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1911-11-29
INTERIOR OF HOME IN TOKYO
Very Beautiful Home Of Owner Of
Steamship Company Where All
Passengers Were Entertained

Through the kindness of Mr.. J. B.
Glassburner, the Review prints let
ter this week from Miss Mamie Glass
burner who returned to her post as
missionary in China this fall, after an
extended visit with her parents near
Dow City. Below is the letter in full:
S. S. Shinyo Maru, Oct. 16, 1911.
Between Yokohama and Kobe.
My Dear, Dear Ones at Home:
sent my Yokohama letter ashore
last night and now we are off again
on another stage of our journey. We
had lovely time in Yokohama Satur-
day morning. We went ashore and
took the train up to Tokyo. Miss
Show and l wished to see some of the
Methodist work there so we went at
once to the section of the city where
our schools are located. 1t CHANGED
that none of our w. F.. M. S. women
were in, but Mrs. Spencer, of the gen
eral society, took us in and showed us
about the compound and invited us
to dinner. We enjoyed the touch of
home life after so long time on the
ship. After dinner we went down to
the publishing house and saw DR..
Spencer for few moments, and then
went on to meet the rest of our party
at the Central Tokyo station. We
then took the train and went down to
Shinagawa. the point nearest the home
of Mr. O'Sanyo. l think l told you in
my last letter that he is president of
this steamship company and that he
had invited all the passengers to af-
,ternoon tea at his home. When we
got off at the station it was somewhat
early, so we sat down in the waiting
room and rested. Pretty soon fine
Hooking Japanese man, dressed in
American clothes, and speaking excel
lent English, appeared on the scene,
introduced himself and shook hands
with us. He was one of the agents OF
the company and he had come down
to the station to meet the guests and
escort them up to Mr.. O'Sanyo's home.
He called ric shas for us and we were
soon at our destination. BY way OF
depression | fear l shall have to get
accustomed to rio sha's and sedan
chairs all over again. When we had
reached our compound in Tokyo that
morning the men were so tired, simply
drenched with perspiration. | really
think the ric sha's work must be hard
er than carrying the sedan chairs. The
men go so fast and so much faster
than one wants them to. But l was
telling about the garden party at Mr..
O'Sanyo's We finally turned in from
the street, up q beautiful stone-paved
avenue leading through the grounds,
where we assembled the steps to the
entrance of the house. We were at
once given chairs and when we were
seated, little Japanese maid came
to each one, pulling soft muslin
slipper over our shoes, that we might
not mar the highly polished floors.
When our feet were satisfactorily
shod, another fine looking Japanese
man appeared, bowling low with a
silver tray, piled high with button
hole boquets Of roses, OF which we
were each requested to take one. Then
he said: would you like to look at
the glass?" and we were ushered into
the dressing room. Nothing was lack
ing in the appointments thereof. Full
length mirrors, silver mounted toilet
articles, pins, hair pins, even the pow
der box and puff were not lacking.
When we had finished looking at the
glass" we we're taken across the hall
up two or three flights of steps into
the drawing room. ! wish i could
tell you of the decorations. Every
room was different, and nearly all OF
the decorations were hand painted.
hand painting done by Japanese ar
lists. In one room one seemed to be
in a wilderness of cherry blossoms, in
another a great tree spread its au-
tumnal tints over one entire side: in
another butterflies of every variety
seemed actually to fit from flower TO
flower, so perfect was the execution.
One that seemed especially beauti~
full to me was cloudscape ceiling.
There were beautiful tapestries, said
to be over thousand years old. The