Letters from the Far East . er reading this, try the Pessimistic Version, andchoose for yourselves: Oh, hang Japan; oh, dang Japan, A land of gnats and fleas,Where noisome odors fill the air And float on every men run naked in the streets, Wear spectacles for clothes,And old and young, and rich and poor, Eschew the use of hose. Oh! land devoid of knives and forks, Of tables, chairs, and beds,Where women black their teeth, and shave Their little babies had enough, I have no use (A quiet New York man)For all this nude simplicity Careering round Japan. Ive had enough of clo

---

Letters from the Far East . er reading this, try the Pessimistic Version, andchoose for yourselves: Oh, hang Japan; oh, dang Japan, A land of gnats and fleas,Where noisome odors fill the air And float on every men run naked in the streets, Wear spectacles for clothes,And old and young, and rich and poor, Eschew the use of hose. Oh! land devoid of knives and forks, Of tables, chairs, and beds,Where women black their teeth, and shave Their little babies had enough, I have no use (A quiet New York man)For all this nude simplicity Careering round Japan. Ive had enough of cloisonne, Of ivory carvings too;Of ancient, rare, Satsuma jugs (Which probably are new) ;I hate the sight of Buddha fat, Hes too infernal calm;And temples, shrines, red lacquer ware And Daimios I damn. Boy, bring my clothes up from the wash As quickly as you Edwin Arnold writes of bosh A lot about shivering cold. Im wringing wet, Ive been an idle dreamer;To Yokohama let me get, And there thank God! a Chinese Village on the Way Up the River

---

Size: 2075px × 1204px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No

Keywords: ., bookauthorevansali, bookcentury1900, bookdecade1910, bookyear1919