The daily Missourian. [volume] (Columbia, Mo.) 1916-1917, 1917-06-04
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A Trip to Japan.

From the Sentinel Post Shenandoah, Ia.)
l have just returned from trip to
Japan. In a vast tea garden where To-
tus and the cherry blossom, the chry-
santhemum and the wistaria charmed
the eye unused to Oriental artistry
and splendor, l have sat and eaten
strange foods and listened to japanese
assurances of enduring friendship for
America. voiced in quaintly-accented
eloquence by the Imperial japanese
Consul General at Chicago, SaburO Ku-
rusu, and the Japanese scholar, Katsu-
il KatO, of Chicago. | have brought
home a queer idol which sits and SOL
emnly stares at me, richly embroider-
ed silks, laquered box, incense, fans
and other specimens of the handicraft
of the Nipponese.
1t happened at Columbia, Mo. A
week in May time, every year, is set
aside by the University of Missouri for
a great gathering of newspaper men
and women. advertising folk and liter
airy people. both the arrived and as
piring ones. A great japanese BAN
Guet was chosen as the closing event
of the 1917 Journalism Week.
The idea originated last winter.
Would our Japanese friends on the
other side of the world be interested?
They would. Through graduates of
the Missouri School of Journalism
employed on the Toxic Advertiser the
arrangements were made. Japanese
Chambers of Commerce in Yokohama,
Osaki, Toxic and other Japanese cit
les. set to work to plan and prepare
their contributions. Forty-two firms
sent gifts of food stuffs, decorations
and souvenirs. Their gifts assembled
weighed fifteen tons and eighty-three
cases were necessary to carry them
They were shipped from Toxic by the
fastest steamer, rushed from San
Francisco by special car and a United
States custom officer came to Colum-
bia to check the goods when they ar
rived Japan's contributions were val
ued at $4,000
The guests left America behind
when they entered that banquet hall.
Rich ropes of the cherry and the To-
tus bloom hung from the ceiling and
lined the walls of the great room
where $50 newspaper men and women
and their friends were to dine. 1t
was fragrant flower land, such as
no writer of fairy stories had ventur-
ed to describe. Radiating from the
raised speakers table at the rear
of the hall were many long ia
bles, covered with the gay Jap
anese cloths. and each decked
with the pink chrysanthemums
which matched the flower hung CELL
ing. Before the speakers table was
a display of thousands of dollars
worth of richest Japanese handicraft,
embroidered silks, baskets, laquer and
metal work and wierd idols. Bright
colored lanterns were hung about the
walls, and beautifully woven rugs
were suspended as tapestries. The
Rising Sun of Japan faced the speak
ers' table. and the Stars and Stripes
hung over it.
Journalism students, clad in kimo-
nos, gal colored for the girls and black
for the boys, which were sent from
Japan, served the meal slippering in
and out among the tables, bearing
trays of viands whose names none
could guess though they were print
ed quite plainly on the Japanese paint
ed menus. There was Shake. and Dia-
kOn and Tsukemono, Tara to Matsu-
lake, and other strange dishes, the in
gradients for which. in most instanc-
IS, had come from our Japanese
friends on the other side of the world. |
rhe menu began with Kondate. which