In 1975, I was a second year student in Professor Blair Neatby's Canadian History Course at Carleton.  I can recall thinking at the time that it was neat (no pun intended) that his mother Hilda was also a historian. This was the first year that a small contingent of kids from Red China came to Carleton. They arrived in a curtained, chauffeured limo from the Embassy in their green Mao suits and sat bolt upright in the amphitheater seats during the lectures and paid rapt attention for the good Prof.  The Canadian kids, all dressed down in T-shirts and jeans, had their feet up over the seats ahead of them, listening to the good Professor with only one ear, and chatting or with their arms around their girlfriends' shoulders as the Prof explained Louis Riel and the NorthWest Rebellion.  Three months later, the Chinese kids and we were almost  indistinguishable.  I believe one of them later became the Chinese Ambassador to Canada and was perfectly conversant in both languages and cultures.