RACE There is a story about the British sailor who was asked to state what he understood by a Dago.

"Dagoes," he replied, "is anything wot isn't our sort of chaps." In exactly the same way would an ancient Greek have explained what he meant by a "barbarian." When it takes this wholesale form we speak, not without reason, of race-prejudice.

We may well wonder in the meantime how far this prejudice answers to something real.

Race would certainly seem to be a fact that stares one in the face.
Stroll down any London street: you cannot go wrong about that Hindu student with features rather like ours but of a darker shade.

The short dapper man with eyes a little aslant is no less unmistakably a Japanese.
It takes but a slightly more practised eye to pick out the German waiter, the French chauffeur, and the Italian vendor of ices.