The Days of a Man 



My only other formal address on Education was 

 given at the dedication of the Women's College just 

 founded under the presidency of Dr. Jinzo Naruse. 

 On this occasion I dealt particularly with society's 

 need of educated women. 



The chief remaining episode was a dinner given by 

 Snyder and me at the Imperial Hotel to the Japanese 



Some graduates of Stanford and their wives. Gentle Mrs. 



Japanese Qtaki was the first to arrive. Next came demure and 

 girlish Mrs. Abe, saying nothing but occasionally 

 letting her eyes snap so that one felt sure she would 

 talk after she got home. Mrs. Kokubo, tall and 

 severely plain with hair combed tightly back, was 

 every inch a school teacher, yet no less punctilious 

 than the others when the time came to enter the 

 dining room. All, indeed, stood long on the order 

 of their going, and we almost reached an impasse 

 when no one seemed willing to take precedence. In 

 the end I settled the matter by offering my arm to 

 Madame Kambe, the very pretty wife of Junzaburo 

 Takagi, who had taken her name on marriage. She 



Punctilio spoke French well, and had been carefully trained in 



resolved f ore ign music, which she both sang and played; of 

 these accomplishments she spoke with modest en- 

 thusiasm, saying that her voice was "assez faible." 

 All the women were carefully dressed in gray silk, 

 with ornate obi or girdle, the most expensive item in 

 the native costume, though Madame Kambe's 

 kimono was hand-painted. At Abe's insistence they 

 were seated together on the same side of the table, 

 where they listened in respectful silence to their 

 husbands' after-dinner speeches. In conclusion we 

 organized the Stanford Advisory Council of Japan (an 

 outgrowth of the earlier tentative association) with 

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