In 1922 rough, sprawling Harbin, Manchuria swarmed with intrigueChinese v. Russians, Japanese v. Chinese, Russians v. Japanese, White Russians v. Red Russians, bandits v. everybody. Into this hotbed, as U. S. Consul, stepped George Charles Hanson, huge, round, genial and imperturbable as a sculptured Buddha. In Shanghai, Chefoo, Dairen, Newchwang, Tientsin, Swatow, Chungking, Foochow he had already made himself one of the Far East's best-known diplomats. It had been 13 years since he left his native Bridgeport, Conn, as a Cornell engineering graduate. In that time he had learned to stay...
THE CABINET: Hanson on Deck
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