The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1906-04-19
4 BELLE Of
THE MOROS
An incident of Bryan's
Recent Visit to the
Philippines.

formerly of Honolulu, was for some
time chief of the public instruction de-
partment, comes an interesting ana
humorous report of the reception lie
Bryan and his party. The reception
was quite unlike that accorded the
Democratic chieftain in Honolulu, but
il was characteristic of the country
The letter is written by G. Berg, chief
engineer of the transport Liscum, who
is we'll known here, to A. G. Iverson
of the Won Hamm- Young company The
letter follows:
Here I am 1000 miles from eiviiiza-
ton and another hundred miles fur
then on l could shake hands with the
daily among people whose faces re-
mind me of the tigers at the Chutes
at feeding time, and in height they
vary from that of Kid McFadden. the
pugilist, to your own. The color OF
their hides is about the same as that
of whisky, and their clothing, although
not very stylish in our estimation, con-
sists mainly of bracelet or necklace
and a little piece of calico. Their
habitations are small nipa huts ele-
waited above the ground on bamboo
poles, something like pigeon houses.
| THE vessel to which / am attached
belongs to the army quartermaster's
department, and can also be used as a
| cable ship.
! Now for a little hunting trip on
which / had the pleasure to go, al
| though we had only two guns. Three
| of us went ashore on an island called
| Baluk Baluk where General Wood used
| to go pigeon shooting. The others in
| the party went to get pigeons and L
to pick up some shells and corals on the.
| beach. They started in among the
| bushes and trees. and / had half of
my sack full when, all of a sudden, I
| heard a scream and yell telling me
| to run for the water. I naturally
dropped my sack thinking there must
be some danger, possibly a big animal
chasing them. / discovered a swarm
of monkeys in pursuit of my COM
panions. The case was this: The
other two had shot at some pigeons on
| a tree and undoubtedly wounded
| monkey or two, and the monks Went
| for them. Just fancy about forty
monks chasing trio of men. I don't
know where they all come from, but
there Were big ones and baby monks
Well, we ran out in the water, waist
/ n ND han fr,rr AT
each other and laughed. while the
monks stood at the waters edge, stick
ing out their chins. growing, cursing
and making goo-goo eyes at us. 1t
was a sight worth seeing. I started
to splash salt water on the monks and
chased them back to the woods, but
not until a dozen of them had examined
my sack of shells and thrown them
all over the beach. That finished our
days shooting.
Some time ago we had social
gathering at Zamboanga. 1t was for
| no less a parsonage than William Jen-
nings Bryan, the old Democrat, with
his wife and daughter, and for whom
the army and navy clubs of Zamboanga
gave a reception to which everybody,
who was anybody, was invited
THE reception started at D. M and
at $3.50 the honored guests of the even
ing arrived and were escorted to the
places assigned them. Mr. Bryan was
at the right of the line, Miss Bryan
next and Mrs. Bryan on the left The
procession for the introductions and
handshaking started in with the army
and navy officers and their wives: next
in line We're the representatives of the
municipal government of Zamboanga,
ftar. 3
coastguard services; prominent white
people of the place and, finally down
to the Filipino and Chinese and last
some tiger-faced Moro chiefs with one
of the village bellies, whose beautiful
costume ] will describe later on
TO the right of Mr.. Bryan was an |
army captain, one of the reception |
committee who made the introductions. |
Among the last to be introduced was
Moro chief and his daughter.
Her name was not Maud but |
Chug-C hug-Teeweed Git sounds to me |
like broken-down automobile on a |
home run). She had sort of tiger |
face smile on. 1 don't think you could |
have made her bow with a baseball |
bat. Still. while shaking hands with
her left with Mrs. Bryan, something
disturbed her right ankle, and she bent |
her knees and scratched the bothered |
place with her right hand, and you |
ought to have heard the quite audi |
bic smile in the hall for everybody |
was watching her.
she was dressed very much decol- |
lete, and thanks to a friend of mine |
who deals in firewood with her father, |
that it was not worse. Her hair was |
combed, probably for the first time in |
her life, and put up like a Manila |
buster, and she had used some of her |
own fishing line for a hair string. She |
had two pieces of ivory through her |
ears. Around her neck she wore |
, beautiful and valuable pearl necklace,
probably worth thousands of dollars |
which was greatly admired by the la
dies. Over her right shoulder extend
ing down to her left hip, and cover |
ing half of the bosom, hung a strip of
yellow bunting, very much like the |