and nipa palm on bamboo frames, the whole tied with vines, without a nail. Many of these a mansionsa appear to be walking along on stilts as they sway in the wind. The ground floor is occupied by the domestic animals. One family owns a carabao. Next door they have two goats and a pig. The people across the street have a fighting cock and a gray cat with the Filipino crook in its tail. A woman looks out of a window at the visitors and she is of the pure Malay type; the mass of coarse hair flowing over her brown shoulders is her pride and glory, well combed daily and greased with coconut oil.
We Americans have cleaned up Tondo. There are paved streets now, sewers and water drains. These people of poorest Manila look cleaner and seem more contented than those of the slums of the big cities in the States.
Across the river in the Walled City we find very different scenes. This is Spanish Manila, still called Intramuros, a Within the Walls.a Its narrow streets and overhanging balconies, fine old churches and attractive little plazas made me think of South America. Streets like Calle Real, Calle Arzo-bispo and Calle Palacio recall just such names and just such
A BASTION OF THE OLD WALL SURROUNDING MANILA IN SPANISH DAYS.