The Daily Alaska empire., 1936-01-09

where the ebb and flow of commerce is ceaseless as the tides on the Whangpoo River along whose
 torturous banks modern city has arisen. Shanghai less than ninety years ago nothing but fish ing village the Whangpoo River, itself deep water tributary of the Yangste River Today Shang- hai has over 33OOoOo people, and the towpath that was has become the far-f famed Bund, historic in the Far East Broadway Fifth Avenue Wall Street in New York; Market Street in Philadelphia or Michigan Boulevard in Chicago
 Here is China modem in the habiliments of the Occident If you want to see different China. you have to go outside into the teeming territory of 2o00OO0OO people whose productive efforts give rise to the tremendous trade that flows through this port to the seven corners of the globe And we did go out, through the efforts of a good American friend, MT. Cornelius V. Starr, who was trans planted to the Orient some fifteen years ago and today is of the successful American business men and financiers here. And so ventured out from Shanghai by automobile, over surprisingly good automobile road that skirted rivers and bays and streams, to the storied city of Hangchow a walled city old even when Marco Polo visited it and described it more than five hundreds years ago.
 Imagine travelling a roadway that was opened but few scant months ago, built with coolie labor through areas that had known but ox-cart for generations. Five miles from Shanghai passed handsome set of buildings, the Kiangsu Provincial Middle School; eight miles farther we passed Pechiao, famous bell tower and in few minutes we were awaiting the motor ferry across the historic Whangpoo River Junks sampans torches and cargo boats most of them without any but man-power aboard flowing by carrying cargo from the rich hinterland to the sea.
 Gaining the north bank of the Whangpoo, we drove for good distance along the old wall, hui noan apo Wit solid masonry abutments, getting view in the distance of the Sheishan Islands and Hangchow Bay. We passed Catacomb Hill, where countless grave yards mark the passing of generations of Chinese. Our passports were examined three times on the drive, as we entered walled cities along the way. Usually the examination conducted by a group of very young Chinese soldiers
 Kanpu, port about ten miles beyond the walled city of Haiyen, was busy with coolies carrying cargo from sampans stranded by the ebb tide quarter mile from the road. It was port that was written about by Marco Polo in his travels centuries ago.
 Another walled town Raining with quaint pagoda rising against the skyline as we skirted the farther we were passing throug hthe city walls of Hangchow itself Through narrow streets we dodged the inrkshas and ox-carts motored along the shores of West Lake to our hotel, the Lakeview built by Colgate educated Chinese married to a Purdue-edu cated Chinese girl
 High up hillside, there came to us that night all the varied noises of the quaint Chinese city-the bugles of the tiny military barracks the gongs of the temples adjacent hillsides, the wierd cries of birds. We up before dawn, for we had been told that Buddhist ceremony at far off temple wold be held at daybreak. We drove to the old monastery of Ling Yin, climbed high up @oit, rrioI feet in sedan chairs by wiry, tough-egged coolies and witnessed the ceremony of two hundred Budd- hist monks chanting their ltanes amid the beating of gongs and drums.
 In Chinese, the name of the monastery signifies one wanted a secluded spot in which to mediate, the topmost point of the group of hills harboring the Ling Yin monastery would be ample for all needs Ancient Chinese legend says that Ling Yin was but foot from Heaven, so well did they con- sider that it filled the spiritual needs of the people There are, in the spacious temples, hundreds of gigantic Buddhas, carved figures of their saints all embematic of heroes of the dim and distant past. Another temple visited was that dedicated tol the fishermen, Yu Chuan the Gem Spring of the Dancing Fish. Within the walls of this temple is long pond, filled with large fresh water carp, considered sacred fish, which visitors are given an opportunity to feed
 Time would not permit us to visit the many spots in this beautiful town, after brief visit to one of the famous fan shops, were homeward bound to Shanghai.
 Shanghai's importance in commerce is evident from the multitude of smokestacks that be seen as the steamer approaches the city Forty Live per cent of all the customs duties collected in China are rung up on the cash registers here in Shanghai. Principal imports cotton cloth, iron and steel and mineral oil The exports are largely silk, tea, skins and wood oil
 Our official welcoming celebration started with a luncheon, tiffin as the English have it out here, given at the magnificent civic center by General Wu Teh-Chen. Mayor of Greater Shanghai on Sat urday, November 2. Toasts were drunk, General Wu offering to the President of the United States