The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1900-02-17
ANOTHER FILIPINO REVOLT
An WITNESSING STORY or an I'M
PORTED WARRIOR.
Filipino Couldn't stand the Insults of
His Ticket-SeIIer Manager and Made
Trouble for Him and Others

Trouble for Him and Others
The live Filipino warrior and Wild
man had endured more chatting that
day from the barker" of the show than
his self-respect would allow him to bear
cheerfully. And for that reason he
sulked at the table when the manage
ment and the staff of the BoWery Pal
ace of Illusions and Turkish Beauty
Show" sat down together in their eat
ing room to a luncheon of warm beer,
bread and sausages. 1t was the mid
day inteImisson. Below stairs, the bar
rel organ was dumb The wicket of the
ticket office was empty of it's vision of
belladonna eyes and corn-starch Shout
ders. The halls of illusions-of mean
descent lights and bewildering mirrors
was dark and deserted And the cur
tains in the. last compartment of the
exhibition parted Imply on vacant
stage where two ancients in f1aXen wigs
had been posing against the shabby
hangings of Turkish harem.
Here in the eating room the company
was gathered about ag reasy pine table
that stood between the cooking stove
and the sink. A feeble light filtering
through the dirty windows upon the
bare arms and bare shoulders of the
women, showed suspicious difference
in color between the rough arm that
had not been powdered and the tender
white of the neck that had. The lad
who tortured the agonized organ down.
stairs chewed rhythmically on a tough
crust of bread, his head still turning
tunes, his eyes set in the vacant stare
of an animal at feed, A young girl be"
side him, with smudged face and I'M
tidy hair choked down her sau-
sage, and "Snipey," the counterfeit
Mexican for whom she posed as the
human target in the great dagger
throwing stunt" of the free perform
ance rallied her with facetious
"Think yehd been swallowin' swords"
The ticket office beauty, who was the
managers wife, grinned at this wit,
and the scrawny beauties in the tawny
wigs lifted their penciled eyebrows APP
preciatively but with care.
The manageable was the darker"
and the official ''bouncer' in one muscu-
lar person-directed the eyes of the
company to the sull1ing Filipino with
wink and nod. Think he'd been
swallowin' insults he chuckled.
"Aguinaldo," as they called him, pre-
tended not to hear, bumped over his
plate and gloWered at knot in the
table. He had covered his painted
nudity with an overcoat and an under
skirt. He had pulled off his rusty wig
and taken out the ring of bone that had
MIN INT
around his eyes were still two circles of
yellow ochre His color was red brick
dust to within an inch of his fiat black
hair, and there it turned skin white.
When he ate his sausage he drew back
his painted lips and took the food care
fully between his teeth. The grimace
set his face for savage snarl.
Eats human fesh,'" the manager
quoted at it, and laughed again con-
The ticket office exhibit drew her
eyes over her husband slowly, and
swung a glance down the table at the
Filipino. "Aguinaldo was staring at
HE tormentor dumbly
Looks as if he'd like to eat me, don't
her" the latter whispered loudly to the
table. They either laughed or they did
not. The organist did not because he
was thinking of nothing. 'Snipey"
laughed to curry favor with the man
agement, and the two women laughed
because they understood the game that
was being played and Knocked at it,
They knew that "Aguinaldo'' did not
dare to face an open rurpture for fear
he should find himself on the street.
There was a note in their cracking that
was a challenge to the manager.
ANY time he likes to try chaw at
me, Tn game,' he clustered.
st amt heard that Filipinos are much
on the fight "Snipey" laughed.
"Aguinaldo" was at him with an oath
before he could drop his grin, and he
was still tangled in his chair when he
received blow that threw him over
on the screaming girls beside him.
The two fiaxen wigs laughed loudly |
and maliciously. The manager roared |
a curse at the petticoated savage. The |
ticket office beauty watched "Aguinal- |
do curiously. He threw off his over |
coat as "Snipey' rose to his feet, but |
the Mexican was small man, and |
he did not get up to fight
whats the matter with yeh?" he |
whined.
It'll close yer mouth fer yeh well, f
yeh open it again. That's watts the
matter with me-"
Twill yeh."
The naked arm drew back, threat
sning blow. The girl screamed. They
both turned on her. 'Ah shut up yer
noiee,' the Mexican said. "Aguinaldo'
picked up his overcoat and slouched
away to his sleeping ROOM, pattering
down the hall with bare feet. The or
gan grinder, who shared the room, fol-
lowed him
The managers wife turned to her
husband, He's getting sore,'' she said.
Better leave him alone"
"Pah," he laughed. THAT dopy!"
She shrugged her bare shoulders,
brushing crumbs from her white satin
waist and Powered skirt both
;oiled and faded. Jenny" she said,
anguidly, to the human target well
nave to clean up Jenny began to
gather up the creased plates, and the
seeing that all the food had
oeen already cleaned up went to make
'eady for the afternoon business.
"Aguinaldo" in his room cast off the
skirt he wore, and appeared in pair
If knickerbockers from which the legs
had been amputated high on the thigh.
He had only coat of brown stain to
protect the bulk of his body from the