a humble and saddened mien. 'So sorry. I zink you no understand me.
I don't mean zat.' And their peculiar Oriental psychology leads them
to believe they can get away with that sort of thing with the
straight-thinking Anglo-Saxon. They have no code of sportsmanship;
they are irritable and quarrelsome, and their contractual relations are
incompatible with those of the Anglo-Saxon. They are not truthful.
Individually and collectively, they are past masters of evasion and
deceit, and therefore they are the greatest diplomatists in the world,
I verily believe. They are wonderfully shrewd, and they have sense
enough to keep their heads when other men are losing theirs. They are
patient; they plan craftily and execute carefully and ruthlessly.
Would you care to graft their idea of industry on the white race, Mr.
Parker?"

"I would," Parker declared, firmly. "It is getting to be the fashion
nowadays for white men to do as little work as possible, and half do
that."

"I would not care to see my wife or my mother or my sister laboring
twelve to sixteen hours a day as Japanese force their women to labor.
I would not care to contemplate the future mothers of our race drawn
from the ranks of twisted, stunted, broken-down, and prematurely aged
women. Did you ever see a bent Japanese girl of twenty waddling in
from a day of labor in a field? To emulate Japanese industry, with its
peonage, its horrible, unsanitary factory conditions, its hopelessness,
would be to thrust woman's hard-won sphere in modern civilization back
to where it stood at the dawn of the Christian era. Do you know, Miss
Parker, that love never enters into consideration when a Japanese
contemplates marriage? His sole purpose in acquiring a mate is to
beget children, to scatter the seed of Yamato over the world, for that