one day: "Joy and Happiness Prostitutes Domicile, 1st class. 124 Shin Ming Road. Swarms of pretty girls like clouds, the best services."
In the tryside Formosa peels back, showing older strata. There were more native Formosans than refugees. The mixed emotions of my homeing of save way to pure tourist enthusiasm.
From time to time Mrs. Chu, sittio me in the bus, whisperio me in the bus, whispered urgently, "shandi, shandi!" I just caught a glimpse of a shandi, or mountain dweller, a gray little wraith with whiskers tattooed on her cheeks carrying a baby on her bad l outside a shop along the highway. "Shandi, shandi!" Again the breathless little cry and a nudge. I saw gypsylike children in ragged T-shirts and skirts, carrying smaller children. "They all e to towheres a Japanese picture on," Mrs. Chu said.
"Oh, do they speak Japanese?"
"Very well."
Many of the bus passealked Japahey were the early ese settlers, and a surprising number of their young people still spoke Japahe bus stopped at what seemed to be the middle of nowhere and a young man got off. The ductor followed him. Suddenly there was a fight, the two rolling over and over on the wayside. "Chigaru yo! Chigaru yo!" I could make out the one Japanese word the young ma shouting: "Mistake! Mistake!" The driver got off to help beat him. The passenger learhat this man was always stealing rides. I thought how un-ese these people were. In Hong Kong I had seen a streetcar ductor following a free rider to the street and grad hold of his ie, in place of the pigtail which used to be the first thing reached for in a brawl. But that was just a scuffle and exge of words. Last year a bus ductor was taken to the police station on the plain of a woman he had hit with his ticket puncher, a murderous tool ductor s were forever rattling to