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at a poor street restaurant sake with two friends of mine, one being a pretty Japanese novelist named Shirō Ozaki, the other an? editor of the literary department of the Jiji-Shimpo. We three had almost no money that night, but the heat of the sake made our stirred our merry-making spirit and we hoped to have some money which enabled us to go some better restaurant to drink and hear Geishas (the singers) sing. "Oh! I hope we had a little money to make the night happy." sighed the novelist. "Why are we so poor! Then the newspaper man responded almost at once, "I hope so badly; why must we be so poor!" Hearing them complain this way, I could not help saying, "I have am keeping fifty yen which belongs Sherwood Anderson. Shall we borrow