The world was well aware last week of what the Japanese Army and Navy were doing far & wide, but it thought little about what life was like to the Japanese at home:
In Tokyo the air was softening. It was the time of year when people began to watch for the gentle pink and white rioting of cherry blossoms in the parks. On weekends families would swarm by thousands from the rickety alleys of the Asakusa and Honjo working-class districts, where they had nervously hung blackout shades in their flimsy houses. By foot or bus or train they...
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