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Saturday, 19 September 1925

The final work of getting ready for the beginning of the school session rather occupied the morning. At eight o'clock we began with the English standardization and intelligence tests, and by one o'clock had finished giving them and had the papers graded. This was some accomplishment, as we gave the examinations to 96 students, but with the entire staff of the department working on our tests we got through in good style. I got homw and changed my clothes and ate lunch, and Fu Yun Tzu, my assistant librarian, came in. I was due at the Women's College at two for the faculty pre-sessional retreat, but it was nearly three before I got there. This meeting lasted until six-thrity. On thewhole it was a good meeting. New members were intorduced to the rest of the faculty, problems for the year's work were set forth, the was served, and there was a discussion of the relationship between faculty and student body, in which some pertinent and impertinent suggestions and comments were offered. Dick Ritter was rather platitudinous in his outline of the case for closer relations between faculty and students, with much nice theory and not a vast amount of experience. Dick is the director of religious and social work and his understanding is neceassirly limited. Still he is good for his job.

Dorothy came down about the time Dick was getting under way, and we sat through the talks and discussion until deVargas got ready for the final devotions. Then with Lucius Porter, who had been chairman, we slipped out to the waiting auto that was to take us out to the Ch'ao Yang An Hostel of the YSCS in the Western Hills for a week-end retreat of our other faculty. This business of working in two places has its disadvantages. It is not exactly serving God and Mammon but it certainly is serving two masters, and both Lucius and I are finding difficulties in the service, like it though we do. 

The road went out quite smoothly until dark, though going through Ping Chih Men (the central west gate of the city) was a harrowing experience. [[strikethrough]][[illegible]][[/strikethrough]]