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     Speaking of the remoteness here from everything American, a naval officer told me that one day, several years ago, he was sitting on a hotel veranda in Shanghai, China, when a boy came along selling copies of an English paper. The paper contained a line stating that “William McKinley, President of the United States,” had been shot at Buffalo the day before. The Americans didn’t believe the story, but the news was confirmed next day. Within a week, the officer’s ship sailed for Guam, believing that the wounded President would recover. Arriving at Guam after several weeks, the people there had not heard of the shooting at all, although at that time the President had been buried many days. The arrival of the next ship was eagerly awaited, but when it came, after several weeks, the officers had not so much as heard of the assassination. Five weeks later, another ship arrived, bringing news of the death of the President. The news was then several months old.