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...it is vacation. So we went by appointment to see Dr. Borson to whom the Station Consul General had given Dr. Jacobs a letter at the request of the Dutch Consul. She is an [illegible] woman and is working at the Chinese Red Cross Hospital. It was a pitiful place, dirty, poor, miserable. Neither this brilliant woman nor two Chinese physicians who were at the head of the hospital knew anything about Chinese women in connection with suffrage, nor could they give us any clue. We went next to the commissioner of Foreign Affairs, a young Chinaman who spoke English. He gave us a letter to the President of the Assembly and also to Mr. Tse Chairman of Ling Ming Hue (The United [Swan?] Society). We learned here that the assembly was sitting and that there were women in it. We did a little shopping on the way home and arrived about 7. We had been on the go from 5:30 in the morning. The humidity was terrific and we put ourselves to bed as soon as we had had dinner. The above record does not sound like very much an achivement, but as the city is six sq miles from to to 30 ft high, and the streets are all crowded as must be the case when 2 1/2 millions of poeple are all moving. There are 12 gates into the city and 2 water gates thro' which boats may pass thro' which boats may pass. All these gates are closed at sunset and guards are posted near them to preserve order. Half a million of the people live...