For the 1,600 young ladies at the Tokyo Joshi Daigaku (Tokyo Women's Christian College) it was a little flustering at first to encounter the new professor of ancient Oriental history. The ladies never knew just how low to bow. Even more disconcerting, the professor would merely tip his brown fedora, whatever one did, and quietly amble on. Sometimes he would ride to the college by bus and crowded electric tram. But if he happened to be late, he would occasionally pull up in an imperial limousine with the Emperor's chrysanthemum crest on the door. Furthermore, there was the problem of...
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