The Tsukiji Primary School is two miles from my home in the city of Takamatsu, Japan. Will you go with me for a visit there this sunny morning in February? Down the middle of the streets we walk, fascinated with their mixture of the East and the West-gentlemen attired in correct blue serge and overcoats; women in striped silk kimono and soft purple crepe haori; countrymen in coarse blue and white cotton, cut much like the garments of the women; coolies in tights, with their backs decorated with huge Chinese characters advertising the trade of their masters; babies toddling to the middle of the street, their little red kimonos so padded that they seem to roll; bicycles everywhere, and baby carriages. Here comes a man on a wheel carrying a couple of planks fifteen feet long over his shoulder; there is a woman with three young palm trees tied to the back of her bicycle; they look like the waving tail of some huge bird. Here is a boy with so many wooden boxes tied behind him that we cannot see his head after he passes us. Here is a faithful old lady of over sixty pushing her invalid husband in a baby carriage made especially for him. Here is a lonely jinrikisha. Here is a four-seated body (the Japanese call it bowday!) on a Ford chassis, with sixteen wellpacked passengers. Here is a two-wheeled cart drawn by two women and a little furry cow. We pass shops selling fish, and fruit and vegetables, and meat and clothing, and sewing machines, and graphophones, and radio sets, and groceries from America, and wooden shoes, and incense, and wonderful brocades. In spite of the natty new plate-glass windows in many places, we can reach up and touch the eaves of almost any of them. Here is a great granite bank building that would do credit to any city anywhere. There goes an up-to-date tramcar. We cross the track and enter the imposing iron gate of the Tsukiji Primary School. Before going on into the long, low, unpainted building, let us look at the little shrinelike structure on the left-the repository for the imperial photographs. It is of concrete, decorated with a big, goldlacquered chrysanthemum crest, and it looks a little like a small vault in a Western cemetery. The pictures enshrined there are to the Jap-