Page 4 includes 70 year old Li Hsuan voice his disapproval of the new ways that the younger generation finds attractive:
"Where are the young folk?" I asked.
The Old One gestured angrily toward the waterfront and spluttered, "At a movie house on Nathan road watching a cha-cha dance contest. When I was young, if anyone dared to go ashore and indulge in such land nonsense, he would have been trussed up in a pig basket and dropped into the ocean." He shook his head worriedly.
The younger generation of Tanka are gradually discarding the ancient belief that they are a race apart, jettisoning rigid customs.
"Once I delivered all my children amidships under the awning, and not one did I lose," grumbled the Old One. "But these silly modern females rush off to the maternity ward, and they're tended and fed as if they were princesses."
But, fortunately, the more important traditions of the Tanka have been retained.