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Annalee Jacoby, packing her belongings at the Press Hostel in Chungking to follow a triumphant Chiang Kai-shek into Nanking, must have been reminded of the day four years ago when the Jap bombing of Manila burned her home to the ground and she lost everything but what she was wearing. (After that she spent two bitter months on Bataan and Corregidor - shared our troops' life in everything but firing guns and flying planes-ducked Jap bombs, tended the wounded, helped the doctors fight malaria without quinine...
Cyril Edwin Mitchinson Joad, 54-year-old philosopher and British Information-Pleaser, whose photogenic satyr-beard has long been familiar to British newspaper readers, displayed a little-known side of himself to the public. Occasion: a swimming party at a new youth hostel, which Philosopher Joad ceremoniously opened after an august arrival on horseback...
...Chungking TIME'S office was nothing but bamboo and mud and contained the biggest cockroaches in town until it burned down. It had a fine bomb shelter and Teddy White was sort of used to it; now he lives in one room at the Press Hostel, where he pays something like 50,000 Chinese dollars a month for room and board. TIME'S office in Moscow is also just one big room - this one with a balcony on the fourth floor of the rambling old Metropole Hotel (ten minutes from the Foreign Office, five minutes from the Kremlin...
...exactly 1 o'clock of the 22nd day of this year's last month (reckoned by the Chinese lunar calendar) winter ends. Every such calendar has this day plainly marked. It says: "Eggs will stand upon their ends." Improbable though it seems, so they did. The Press Hostel compound was dotted with eggs foolishly, standing on end. Which end seemed to be of little concern to the eggs; they were erect on either their small ends or their large ends, and sometimes they even showed off by holding a leaning-tower stance...
Jack Cornwall led a group to Hampton where the low flying clouds were so dense that even the fair indigenes remained hidden. Bunking up three to a single at a local hostel, they returned at eleven hundred on the "L" muttering things about Boston hospitality...