When the Nine Power Chinese Customs Conference assembled at Peking (TIME, Nov. 2 et seq.) its august corps of diplomats and experts remarked with favor upon the clear crispness of the air, the unexpected comfort of their quarters, the warm hospitality of foreigners resident in Peking. Came winter and the delegates turned their collars up, hovered o'er inadequate stoves. Came spring, and blinding sandstorms swept the city, rasped the delegates' throats with an abrasive fog. Came summer, blazing, searing. Still the accomplishments of the conference were almost nil. Little or nothing has...
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