One hundred and eight guns boomed, at Peking last week in terrific salute. At the Hall of Ceremonies, an imposing structure on a tiny island in the middle of a toy lake, hundreds of Chinese officers and diplomats prostrated themselves thrice. A Chinese band struck up the national anthem—to Western ears shrill and squealing. At the focus of this orgy of homage stood a slim, imperious Chinese, clad from neck to heel in a gorgeous, shimmering, blue silk Field Marshal's uniform of his own invention. This personage was the War Lord of...
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