Evening star., 1932-10-30
China Has Living Puzzle
It's in Chang

turned it to his card case, and went
away. His account of the incident. de-
livered to his adjutant. scared the flower
beds around his headquarters.
Again the Young Marshal will receive
his callers instantly. There is no rule.
Frazier Hunt interviewed him and
stated that he was as charming
gentleman as he ever met-"Spike
Hunt has met them all and would un-
doubtedly lead his country up from its
difficulties. Will Rogers had one OF
those hundred-course dinners with
Chang and said he was mighty nice
young felier.
His secretary, an American, insists
the Young Marshal does his own think
ing. and does it honestly and thor
oughly. I talked of him to a great
Chinese gentleman. who has served the
republic in Nanking and has now re.
tired to the more congenial cloisters OF
the Commission for the Preservation OF
Ancient Objects. He is OXford-eou-
Gated. and has been much in wash
ington. He said "
4 have known that young man all
his life. His father, the old Marsnai
Chang Tso-lin. was man OF great
force and large ability He gave TINS
boy the best education he could. He IS
grounded in the classics and the usages,
and he is most polite. Not SOLDIER
not a statesman-how could he be?
What chance has he had to learn sucn
things? But he is most polite.
The doctors English is better than
mine, and his words have the feel OF
being exactly chosen. 1t is a cruel
word, polite.
Sometimes the Young Marshal comes
to polo, and on such afternoons there
is an unwonted tension in the easy at
mosphere of the little club house on the
French Glacis. Gentlemen of the dip
lomatic corps and attaches who speak
Chinese and are not usually concerned
with horses, appear. Photographers set
up their tools at strategic points, and
some strange Chinese, believed to be
plain clothes men, drift upon the lot:
The field secretary frames couple OF
match chukkers between the most
spectacular riders.
When the afternoon is half gone
several long, black limousines boom IN
from Legation street and disembark OIL
ficers In smart uniforms and civilians
in long silk gowns or foreign clothes OF
rich, exotic mode They group them
selves closely and proceed along the
front of the club houses to the chair set
out for them.
In the center of the group is light.
boned, soft-looking young man, about
80, in a double-breasted lounge suit
of English cut, with patent-leather
bots and pearl-gray spats. His face
is of an ivory pallor, his nose, very low
in the bridge, is aquiline, with thin,
clean-cut nostrils; his eyes are opaque
and his mouth is indeterminate, under
a little black mustache. His foreneao
Is good, but the chin falls away. and
the back of his head is odd. He wears
his hair rather long and brushed
straight back.
On the whole his face is typical OF
your high-bred North Chinese. with
much that is pleasing about it, and
something vague; the face of well
intentioned person who Is not quite
sure about things.
Plays Tennis and Likes Golf;
Doesn't Look Like Soldier.
The Young Marshal does not look
athletic, although they say he plays
tennis and likes golf. He does not
loox like soldier, although his ole
father was a strong man in any COM
pany, a fighter who raised himself
from the lower levels Of the bandit pro-
| fession to considerable eminence.
The Young Marshal watches the play
with interest, following every gambit
keenly, while he balances his teacup tn
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