While Peiping rode the crest of victory, Nanking languished in the slough of defeat. From the Nationalist capital TIME Correspondent Dwight Martin cabled:
Nanking lies quiet and hushed in the soft spring evenings. In the cool, cavernous railroad station, less than three months ago jammed with shouting soldiers and wailing refugees, a lone coolie sweeps his twig broom. Outside, street lights flicker wanly until 11 p.m. Then they go out. After midnight (curfew hour), the streets are deserted save for rifle-toting municipal gendarmes in shabby black uniforms and yellow armbands, who shamble along preceded by a youngster holding a lemon-colored paper lantern....
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