I got in. My photographer was losing weight in the Philippines, so he managed to squeeze in, too, with his camera and glass plates. Films are not serviceable in this hot, moist climate.
Off we rattled to the main street, where there are first-class shops, among them a book and drug store combined, with a big soda-water fountain. While the photographer was putting away three ice cream sodas I asked the druggist how many people there were in town.
a Over 40,000a I should say nearer 45,000. There are 350 white folks and 150 of us are Americans. Panay is a rich island. Sugar? Yes, and hemp. Coconuts, of course. Then this is the chief market for the fine native clothsa jusi and pin a. There arena t regular factories, but just drive out any country road and youa ll see the women at work. At the window of every little a strawa house therea s a Filipina busy at her loom.a
As we drove past the main plaza I saw the usual monument in the center and asked an American soldier, standing by the curb, whose statue it was.
a It a s Josie Rizzel, sir,a he answered, and it didna t dawn
10 THE OLD TOWER IN JARO, A VILLAGE IN ILOILO.