I said matching corduroy slacks, or a boy driving a canary yellow car dressed in the same colour.

As I am the first American Field Scholarship foreign student Redwood City has had, I am on a fuss and am kept very busy visiting people. San Francisco, about twenty-eight miles away, is a fascinating city. There is Chinatown (the largest Chinese City out of China); Fishermen's Wharf where the small fishing boats unload their hauls of fish and where bait for the tourist in the guise of shell ornaments and toys is offered outside restaurants which sell wonderful fish and other sea foods; the crazy little cable cars which rattle up the steep streets and screech down the other side with the pasengers clutching the rails, the conductor, each other, anything; the Golden Gate Bridge, and most important of all—Blums. Of all the great stores in San Francisco, Blums is my favourite—here is sold all the gooey, rich, unwholesome, fattening, wonderful food that I love.

I am having a wonderful time. Everyone is so kind and so willing to show me their part of America. I have been taken on picnics, motor trips, hikes, and have been into homes and really made to feel one of the family. This is a wonderful land.