Broiling sun beat down on Hankow, China last week. It was nearly 100°. On the roofs of their rickety houses, Chinese hoisted scraps of cloth for shade and gazed glumly at muddy water, five to 15 feet deep, that roiled through the streets, stretched as far as they could see. On rafts made of doors, on treasured family coffins, on crude inflated goatskin life-preservers, on junks and sampans, refugees from outlying districts were cruising aimlessly. An Associated Press man went about in a sampan to see what he could see. At one point...
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