On Chungking hill, the crowds in front of the crossroad billboards, where newspapers are posted for all to read, usually dwindle to worried little knots in the month of May. For in May the sky over Chungking is blue as new coolie cloth, just right for the terrible Japanese planes. But last week, with May well along, there were crowds around the bulletin boards. Spread across them was the most breath-catching news Chungking had seen in nearly five long years of war.
Far Enough. The crowds read anxiously of the southwestern danger.
Along...
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