more like that of the American womana s, but she is not yet a slave to corsets, tight shoes or hairpins.
It is difficult to find out much about the women of Spanish blood who still live in Manila. They stay at home very closely and do not boast about their ancestry, for fear their fathers, husbands, brothers or sons will lose their positions with the Government. They seem to think they do not belong in the new regime.
The truth is, blood counts for very little out here in the Far East, where there are so many mixed strains. A mana s character stands for a good deal more than the color of his skin or who his grandfather was. Americans who come to live in the Orient grow very tolerant on these lines and adapt themselves to the life by living much as the better class natives do.
People go to work early and take a siesta after the midday meal. Rule Number Two tacked on the door of my room at the New Manila Hotel prohibited loud talking, singing and piano playing from two to four in the afternoon. From five to seven in the evening is the calling hour, on the way to the Luneta to hear the music and watch the crowd. Every man has his personal a boya who looks out for his clothes and general comfort
FILIPINO MUSICIANS. THE WOMEN ARE DRESSED IN THE NATIVE TAGALOG COSTUME.