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A GREAT deal has been
said and written about those complex organisa- tions of human society which are of ecclesiastical origin. These are, of course, the various orders of pious mch and women who en- deavour to find in religion the peace, happiness, and spiritual satisfaction that is denied to them in the secu- lar existence of their fellows.
After all, there is fascina- Tel. 27778-9.tion attached to monastic life; for retirement from the throbbing, tumultuous, and care-bound world of men has always been the ideal of many
a serious- minded man and woman.
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Outlaw the Bomber
better understood by Oriental people, and it is in the East. where the practice had its origin. and incidentally con- tinues to have its highest de-! velopment. Buddhism, especi- ally, has encouraged monastic life, and the monks and nuns, who constitute the ecclesiastical
FUROPE becomes jittery again. fabric of the faith, form an
No sooner are the demands of one Totalitarian State appensed than another dictator appears on the scene with his demands, and a new crisis is born.
How long will it continue? As long, we believe, as the power to repeat what has already happened in Spain and in China
interesting society,
Their division into religious and orders"brotherhoods" "sisterhoods"-under the rule of an abbot or abbess as the case may be, is similar in scope to the organisations which have persisted until recent years' in the West, and their lives are as much isolated from the masses of the people. Indeed, the fac tors of their monastic vows- lies in the hands of the Totali-chastity, abstinence from flesh Jarians.
and wine, and distinctive ap Their big stick is the most parel, as well as their dwelling
in monasteries or convents modern of wenpons--the unde-tend to emphasise the demarca- clared war which arrives by tion from the lives of those bombing of unprotected civilians, around them.
They have, in every sense of Democracy has superior forces the word, "left home," or on land and on sea, but the will ch'ut-ka, as the Cantonese term their separation is of the Totalitarians can be im-it, and posed because the democracies generally complete; for liko their Christian counterparts, the do not wish to have their fac- "they have retired from tories and ports laid in ruins world in order to gain salva-
tion." before their navies can steam or their armies march. They do not wish to have thousands of THOSE Chinese men and wo- men who adopt the monas- homes destroyed, women and tic life come from every strata children sluin, their countrysides of native society, and the mo- smashed by nations which tives which actuate their choice seemingly believe that no mea-are, naturally enough, as varied
human nature itself. 09 sures are too drastic or inhuman.great
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It seems plain that if dema-young, "have had their first hard fight in life's battle, and cracies are to survive as
sorrow and disappointment partial realisation of man's have entered so deeply into the struggles for freedom, the bomb-young hearts that life in the monastery with its calm, deep ing aeroplane as a weapon against civilians must be out-peace, away from the hard, cruel world, seems the only lawed. Democracies conceivably salvation..... Some have be- might struggle through another come sick of life major war fought along the come to the monasteries with a genuine desire to find religious classic lines between trained light, comfort, and peace." forces. They cannot live оп Of these individuals, those equal terms with nations which who become nuns are perhaps the most interesting; for not war as the barbarians did, leav-nearly so much is known about ing not a stone upon a stone, them and their lives as about nor a living soul in their sack that of their brothers in the
faith. Buddhist nung of hostile cities. Our
generally recruited from the century way of life cannot be ranks of those women and girls sustained under such a threat. who have suffered some tragedy in their lives, and therefore seek to find solace from their
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The bomber as JI weapon
against defenceless cities and non-combatant civilians must be outlawed. The horrors it has brought to Spain and China are but a faint prelude of what is to come if their use is allowed unchecked.
Chimps See Movie
London.
Peter and Jackle, two of the Landan Zoo's best-known chimpanzees, were
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CHARLOTTE HALDANE came to China to see the part the women are taking in the war with Japan. This is her second article.
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ARLENE DIETRICH nothing on me. The cinema has everything to learn from real life. Read on and agree
Two days ago, at 4.30 in the afternoon, I was standing on the roof of a buliding In Shumeen, the Foreign Concrasion of Canton. I was wearing tin hal and had a pair of strong field glasses in my hand (but I couldn't see through them)."
As I had raced up 148 steps to get to the roof, plus another vertical iron step Indder, I could hear the subdued roar of the Japanese bombing plates over the city. They were saving their bombs to drop them on the Canton-Hankow rail- way line, a few milles farther on.
Down below in the town life went on with that heroic normality to which I had already got used in Spain. No pante; no hysteria; no distress. The quiet stolcieni of a people prepared to stick out a war of suffering and horror, thrust on them by a ruthless enemy,
Up on our roof we had a splendid view of the city, divided by the broad waters of the Pearl river, with the Sun Yat Sen Memorial tower rising slim and upright Against its background of green-clad mountains. The two American quarter- masters from the gunbont on the river had
Alteen keen the bombers go over.
We waited, smoked, talked. After half an hour their trained ears caught the hum of a missing engine: the glasses found up against the blue sky a returaing bomber making for his base with all haste.
I could pick him out easily without glasses, a nasty shiny tile allver mosquito, whose sting meant devastation. The pop of auti aircraft abells burst round him ike floating dandelion licnds.
No panic; no hysteria ...
Bombers overhead
An hour later I was at the station. The raid was over, the Hankow train ready to leave. The line was said to be all right. As the passengers assembled they queued up to have their baggage examined by the local station police. The so}-
dlers, bright eyed. disciplined.
watchful, stood by.
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Rails Are
Bombed Daily
E found our compartment. Outwardly the coach looked In need of a gond coat of paint, but inside all was neat and comfortable. The girl students who had come to wish me good-bye went home; in that leisurely but calm Chinese wartime way the train began to proceed.
As we moved out, the setting sun cast a copper glow on the emerald green rice-fields. A Chinese rali- way engineer with us, who has studied in France, explains in Inuitless French that the Canton- Hankow line is bullt entirely by Chinese engineers and labour.
A good job. It runs over three important bridges, spanning deep rivers; these bridges are the dally goal of the Japanese bombers.. On each bridge they have dropped, or attempted to drop, loads of bombs whose cost has already equalled, if not
surpassed, the cost of building them.
So what? It is dark now, we slow down to a crawl. We bave come to the first of the bridges. As gingerly as a man mountain-climbing, pick- ing his way along a precipice bounded by deep crevasses, our Chinese engine-driver takes his precious train across,
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just enough light
whereby we can see the enormous eralers on each side of the line. Some of them are pretty close to the mark; so near, and yet so far.
Now we are on the bridge; below ua we can hear and see the foam- ing river. A few moments, and we are over. Somehow, here in China. one tends to think in proverbs: for the first time I realise the full significance of not crossing one's bridges until one comes to them!
And I feel more than a little like Alice looking through the Looking- Glass, as an hour or two later we come to a fairly large station, and a prolonged walt. For they have not quite succeeded in repairing the damage to the rails a few miles farther an.
These Chinese platclayers are ittle thort of stupendous.. Dally the line is bombed, and daily or nightly squads of platclayers, mostly, farmer volunteers from the local villages, wall to repair it as soon as the all-clear is given.
Oil for the
Lamps of China
3HORT delay; the train pro- ceeds. At our village station
We get out to stretch our legs. It is quite dark now. Everywhere twinkle the little oll lamps carried by the peasants.
"Oll for the lamps of China." Do you remember? I think the help. the sympathy, the support we can give these herole humble demo- crats of China-that is the modern reality of the old fairy-tale; let us bring it up to date, fet us pour oil into the lamps of China,
Farther up the platform a sort of wide large rough cage of bamboo
GRIN AND BEAR IT
PRIVATE
are
sorrows in the contemplation of the inner mysteries of the doc- trine of Sakayamuzi, whom men call the Buddha-the "En lightened One."
These women
arc
largely what the Chinese call tsit-foo, or "chaste widows," who will not remarry, or maidens who having lost their betrothed, vow to spend the remainder of their lives in the seclusion of a nunnery in order that they may better understand the facts of Karma which have forced them to choose a life of single blessed-
ness.
taken to the movies to see the film "Monkey Into Man." in which they
Many, howover, are recruited starred. Close-ups of chimps and orang-utans, including a dance, pro- from the ranks of cast-off con- voked the most Interest frem Peter cubines, or come from poor and and Jackie.
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poles is erected. Behind this are the peasants, crying and selling their wares: I is very sensibly erected to prevent them from pour- ing on to the platform, blocking the way.
On one side they prepare and hold out bowls of food; on the other the passengers take them, com- plete with chopsticks, and satisfy their hunger,
Is He Thief
-Or a Smuggler?
YN the dark, the lamps of Chinn illumine faces; beautiful faces of women; mischievous faces of little boys and girls; faces of old men, carved like seasoned wood: faces, resolute, watchful almond Sud- eyes of alert soldiers. denly, a slight bustle and commo- tion, but no noise nor shouting.
In this orderly scene. however. enough movement to attract atten- tion. Half a dozen uniformed men, policemen, soldiers, guards, move down the platform to the station-master's office. They don't go inside so we can see; we follow them.
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A very respectable looking gent 1s in their midst. Ho la middle-
aged, well-dressed, wears almost new soft hat, quite phenomenon in this country of wildly varying pleturesque but generally well-matured headgear.
A Bult-case is opened; and every- one suddenly starts advancing views and theories. Is he a thief? Is he a smuggler? What is it all about?
The gent remains reasonable- and calm. If they want the case, they can have it. He doesn't mind. Is this sult his? Yes, this one is.. But those things belong to a friend. No, he knows nothing about them. All right then, Mr. Stationminster, take the lot; you can have it; 1'11 go on without the case. I'm not really interested in clothes, and. that sort of thing..
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UT very quietly, without any fuss or bother, the gent is. suddenly enlaced with a nice. thin cord, which goes round his neck and arms, back and front. Much less fary than handcuffs, and somehow less ignominious, perhaps, because everything is done so quietly, and everyone is so polite.
Next thing we know, our gent is sitting on a bench inside, with an armed guard keeping an unobtru- sivo eye on him, Gosalp says they found a minute camera, and the thinnest of wafer-sheets of paper; stuck together, and that the gent had a girl friend, who somehow did not succeed in “making” the train at Canion. Bo that's that.
We resume our journcy. Wo crossed our next two bridges in the middle of the night. ́ ́ I was Tho alesping very peacefully. lamps of China aro alight; they are glowing with a very vigilant and, steadfast oll They must be fed, for they are lighting the path of the future; to a good worki· for all good democratic people.
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