November 12, 1917 Last night I dined with Mr. Lawrence Mott and his wife at their home on the Bluff. Mr. Mott is a Harvard man of about 1904 or less. He has hunted moose and caribou in Labrador and New Brunswick, and also in Northern Japan at the North tip of Hondo Island or Japan proper. Here he trapped mink, polecats, flying squirrel and shot pheasants and other birds. At present he is engaged in newspaper and literary work on fiction and Japanese subjects. His wife has a fine voice and was at one time an opera singer at the Metropolitan Opera House, NYC. The family are vegetarians and total abstainers, but they gave me meat to eat. They have lived here at least 6 years and speak Japanese. They have little confidence in the honesty or friendship of the Japanese, and assert that most of them are really stupid. The Japanese woman they say is charming, but has had all independence crushed out of her by her education and her husband, who is sulky and insulting to her at all times. At 10am I visited the Tenyo Maru, which had reached port yesterday and I found my trunks from Shanghai on board OK. My roommate is Dow, a Standard Oil youth from Chunking, Upper Yangtse. Dr. Crooks invited me to lunch and in the evening, he took dinner with Walters and me at the Hotel. He told us of the boiling which the Japanese endure in their bath, which raises their body temperature to 105o and kills by heat all such germs as gonorrhea and some sorts of fevers. They habitually take boiling hot baths and can stand water much hotter than we can. He also told us that the way to cure malaria was by doses of 3 grams quinine every two hour until 60 grams were taken, and always work the tabloids down with hot water or the effect will not be beneficial. He is from Santa Barbara, California, in which place he went to school.