Evening Star Newspaper, September 28, 1924, Page 67

¢ To Editor The Star who are always ®hooting iditorials to ask what we shall do with =0 many people in the world, and why, EAREST SIR:—Last Frydy a. m. Mrs. C. W. Quackmire, my owner, come eloping to Kitchen with sunstroke ex- pression and holla like an ambulance “Togo, hurry & be quick about it! Swiftly get my suitcase and pack him with following articles which you will fetch speedily to 1222 Ypsi- lanti Avenue, home of my daughter Loola. Following are list of what bring & don’t set there starring prs pajammers (pink) 1 bottel nitrate of ammonia 1 * Scottish whisky 1 caks soap 1 vacum cleaner 2 rolls wallpaper 1 Book entitle 200 Cheap Lunch Recinecs 1 pocket flashlight 7 cans best Arizona sardines “Mrs. Madam,” “I pronounce distinct- vally, “I are cnabled to see that something horble have happencd. But what Is it? “Do 1 need tell you because of Your stuppidity ™" she dib very sour. “That would help so muchly,” 1 amputate “Some persons needs to be told everything before they unstand!” she J snarrel. “From those things I ask 30u to pack I think you should know that my daughter Loola has a baby T know it a boy from that bot- tel of whisky.,” 1 manoever. There- fore 1 go hastly to bedroom & p up what she say. Then by immedia trolley T folla to 1 Yysilanti Ave where reside that Daughter Loola. Mr. Edit I no soonly arrive to that address than 1 notice 201 e tranged things happen Taxi- hacks, ambulances, wheeibarrows, & pedestrians was laying all around front vd while doctor enrush out of door and stop walking because Hon Henry K. Dew, who was employed as husband to this lLoola, appear with scared hair and holla ent Kindly to tell me that there are & hope report again that there is non dictate Hon. Doc As 1 said ore, this boy weigh 11 Ibs. & have a voice that breaks windows. Iow then can he help becoming a Congressman?” Y Hon. Henry K. Dew si & grone while picking away some of his hair “First minite I seen him 1 know he was not natural. L have always | wished to be the father of a sweet, raw hab: & this one come to me completely boiled a tired man with f know you must fathe 19 n ted o weep observe that All sorts of Klks and othe ternal brotherhoods come W fn with election day expre 8 hands full of shake They walk up to Hon. Henry wh pert what Ave. Nursc | dishpan talking and d. ping his gt | smiling 1 I got a son | with W TOGO SHARES L ON IN BABY CULTURE Wallace Irw;n, in Letters of a ]afianese s:haolboy, Desér;bes Some of the Exc;tr'ng Events in a Newly Enlarged Family. ; V “MAYBE IT WAS A BABY 1 are swel hile s a “There roo | & | Divvil H commencr | whisper | Judge sure | man. a.m. vate his 1 pl on. He ys, v He head ) he when i he P Th t without Ves, do R voi airs w M a ilide Spree What T pine & corrode very lovely, fank! You are lucky Guy. indeedly.” he mone while e a broken toad. “To think hair in my home fill me led prides.” peaking thusly me bounching nd holla are too p Hon. Train past with much breathin nry low theatrical shrink again somewhat with u must £ot too hairs ust his his gt grandfather, of Lexinton Kv. I are hall be very intellectual you think he do this firstly he see me? He ele- mouth and say, ‘Baw!' just conld.” Elk that little on top of ny 28 friends in uni- contrary,” t negot you t e And ink hi wh left t HEN-REF came in syllables here it stood rECWe O rried mother more hopr ny apidly to druggery and buy with E from ackmire, my he narrate 6 Ibs cast-steel soap, a bathing cap an alarm clock and a doz hairpins,’ she declare peevly. “Baby are going to have his first bath.” “Axcuse it, bovs” narrate Hon. Henry getting very small & eloping away with messenber boy expression. While he were away several more flocks of persons come up with con- gratulations on their hands. Uncle there with his trunk glad there are a berth in the family, as he always come and stay a month when anybody are in trouble. and say he are At lastly Hon. Henry come back, looking very Sandy Claus with bundles all over chest. “Boys," he are still t think 1 | after me, holla to some Elks who ere trying to look BPO, T shall name that infantile because he already show | simptoms of my strength of will. | You know what he do this morning? | He obtained hold of his nurse's ear, and when she instruct him to let | good— “HENN-REE This voice were more spoke to me “Yes, dolling,” snuggest Henry from downstairs where he felt more shrunk “T told you cast-steel & HENN-REE! ! ! " from Mrs. Quackmire fertile than as if she this soap should be vou brought me a elec- Apricorn Dilk from Minnesoda arrive | tric flatiron. Why can't T get any good service out of you when You are excited?” Therofore he scrapper drug shop and when Aunt Bolivia Weevil wa Arkansas, where she h. had twins which ran back to he return s there from d that Lool. the family, in and she was glad to be helpful Pretty soonly Eilks knock Henry on spine for friendship & negotiate laughably that they do not believe he g0t any baby. 1f not, where is it? “I will bett you two bootlegs I have ®ot,” snarrel’ Henry with fatherly rages. I will bett you got.” manipulate 2 eyewink. Hon. Henry elope he popp up suddenly. three you ain't Elks with frisk to stair where Deep breath- ing by all while he gor Pretty soonly he jounce down again, and under his arm he fetch a bundil of very young clothes. Out of that he snatch forth an aggdevation of arms legs. yells & pink color. Mabe it were a baby. I cannot tell because I never have had onc “If you do mnot think he are like his Dad male (parent)” snikker Hon. Henry K. Dew, “observe the way he will punch outward and stroke you in eye with manly fist. Sick that gentleman. Henry K. Dew, Jr.! At A. Boy! Do not let anybody remove MAGINE yvoung people as ha reached the age of marriage properly equipped with the essary knowledge for the riage state. What next? There follows, then, the period of love and courtship, admittedly the most blissful phase of human exist- ence. The young lover, though he has selected his mate, has not yet ventured to declare himself. He is filled with hopes and fears, with al- ternating exuberation and despair. At one moment he is In the helghts; at another hc is in the depths. He osclllates to and fro; at one in- stant he is hurled forward, at another he is shot backward. At time he is whirled sidewise and throw cdgewise or left sticking wrong-side up, How mus&t the lover conduct him- selt during this period? How must his time be spent? What can he do to absorb the terrific shocks which come to him one after the other? We have no hesitation In answering this inquiry. All the authorities on the subject are agreed upon this point. The young lover must spend his time in immediate commune with Nature. Fleeing the crowded haunts of man, & and nec- mar- or he must go and bury himself in th | forest. There, in the heart of the | wonds. he must lie prone upon his back, looking upward at the sky and thinking what a worm he is. Or he | must climb to the -height of the mountains and stand upon a dizzy crag, letting the wind blow through his hair. While doing this he must reflect how little it would matter if the wind blew him into fragments and carried bim away. In all weathers he must sally forth. He must let the storm buffet him. He must let the rain nothing off of Lig mascul Pa, is not?" “This are an Outrag!” With quick suddenness we turn round and beholt Miss McToddy, that train nurse, eloping downstairs with her white clothes all in rage “Mr. Henry K. Dew,” like a wicked eagle. “do you not realize that you have slaughtered your child, holding him by the left de when vou should always hold him by the right? Are you not aware that you have bursted thirteen (13) rules of baby culture in that way you have fetched him rudely into rude ompany? You shall be reported to Board of Health.” With scientifick vou. You are a great fous Him, just like yr she snarrel skill what train nurses knows this Miss McToddy natch up baby by the seat of its mmick and bounch upstairs 1 will be darned and stitched!” re- port Henry Dew, tossing himself into a chair. Who are the father of that child—me or the train nurse?" “After two (2) drinks mavbe you could find out,” snuggest one Elk elkishly. s, again, | beat upon his brow. He must take crack after crack of lightning right on his neck. Only in this way can the lover get himself into tude of humility and can make him worthy i that atti- ecstasy which of his adored. HIS course of conduct having been admitted, by generations of poets and lovers, to be absolutely compul- sory, we venture in our manual to simplify it a little by reducing it to a routine. In this way the young lover, who might have had some doubts as can under- matic way. slecpless to where and how to begir take his duties in a eyst 30. t 6. Lave himself in a running brook. or, if this is not alwaye convenient, put Dawn. Rise from a | his head under a tap. 6:30-7:30. Crag work on the hills | 8. Push aside his untasted breakfast | 8:20-12. Lie in long grass in meadow, poring on a brook 12 Noon. Returning for a_moment to busy haunt of man or crowded mart (that is to say, going downtown), catch sight, on the street for a moment, of adored object, and at once— 12:20. Beat it for the woods. 12:30 till dark. In the woods, alone with nature; penetrating to the heart of the woods, g0 and sit in frog pond, mak- ing a sound like a frog. | $:30-9:20 pm. For one brief hour be | with adored object. The outside world will ses nothing but a gentleman friend taking a lady friend for a ride on a street car, but really the buffeting and the oscillating and side swinging is go- ing on all the time just the same 10 p.m. A daeh for the open. Get out under the stars. Count them. Won whether they are looking down on her also. 12, Midnight. Retire to sleepiess night, but before starting it throw the casement wide and let the cool night wind slap the face We not only assert but we are will Hon. Henry Took around room with wild & rover eyes. Pretty soonly he see me standing there with other fur- niture you got in that so alcoholick 2" “Following list.” 2 pairs pajamm 1 bottel nitrate 1 _* * Scottish “You may stop hand him to me. amendment in his voice. “Oh no' Not to do!” I snagger. Mrs. Quackmire gave me illustrious instructions about Hon. Whisky, It are for the bal “Yes indeedly snatch bottel from my thun “It are for this be very quick about it I shall not live to he So when they z grone, itcaxe that what look 1 say ers (pink) of ammonie whisky—— at the whisky & say Henry with narrate Hon. Henry, inflamed baby, and Otherwisely a father. ad pulled cork and 3 i took a very enlarged swuggle th all stood in cireles looking slihtly burnt Hoping you are the same Yours truly HASHIMURA TOGO. sright. 1024.) Stephen Leacock Deals Learnedly With the T echinque of This Most Important Subject, But n the Simplest Language. “HE OSCILLATES TO AND FRO, AT O! WARD, AT ANOTHER SHOT FORWARD.” 5 INSTANT HURLED BACK- ing to guaranteg that this line of ac tivity, systematically kept up for a month, will maintain the lover in the condition proper to hie business. He will be brought nearer and nearer to the point at which he will stake his all on a proposal of marriage e UT meantime, before we permit him to take this last step, it is proper to consider the conduct of the ‘M,].J..c of his affections. What is she {doing? How does she take it? Is she swinging back and forward and up and the same way as the young lover? quite. For the young girl the first dawn of leve is a period of doubt, of hesitating. of gentle fluttering to and fro. She needs Like a dove about to spread its wings on a far night, she would fain ask herself whither the flight must lead. What sort of a flight is it going to be? Nor is she willing to confess to her- | seif that love has come to her. She does not know whether wh t ehe fecls is love or not. Her soul shrinks from the final avowal. Not guidance. yond evervthing else, fortunately for her In earlier time advice. And she can get it. she was left to com down and being impelled sidewise In | In this position the girl needs, be-| mune with her soul in the dark. Now she isn't. Al she has to do is to write to almost any reputable mags zine ahd she can get advice and in- formation suited to every stage of her incipient courtship. Each letter in which her timid soul reveals itself | will be not o wered, but an- | swered in print in a way calculated | to_gratity her whole circle of friends We need hardiy say, therefore that in preparing our manual we have devoted very special attention to the correspondence of this sort. We have endeavored to reduce it, like everything else, to a ematic or general form, to make it, as it were, a type or pattern from which the voung girl seeking our aid (and we will welcome her with open arms when she does it) may find complete guidance. We ‘shall in our next installment append one little series from the samples of correspondence that be offered. The details vary, | e essential ideas are always the And we draw attention espe- ally to the way in which the tender, hesitating nature of the voung girl is brought, under our guidance, to a | full knowledge of herself. In fact, what we couldn't teach her isn't | worth knowing. | (Copyright. 1924.) MOI‘OS Of Phllipplnes Have as Many Tril)es as American Indians Fighting Mohammedans Furnish Examples of Survival of Ancient Customs. Y ZAMBOANGA, UT on the thinking cap of vour | agination, travel westward anga ten to twelve | <. and sit down | with me in the land of the I am in the capital of Min- he island where most of them I have visited many other our Mohammedan land % to one of the tribes about is a type ¢ o ure FRANK G. CARPENTER. 1 i More tribes has its own cus- and language, and 1 venture Damakute could not make himself understood by the Moros of Sulu, Cotabato, or far-off Palawan Tte word Moro corresponds some- what to Mohammedan. There arc nearly us many tribes of Moros as of Ame 1 Indians, and. although all are of Malay origin with a strain of Hindu and aboriginal blood, they are all different one from the other. The Moros are practically of the same race as the Christian Filipinos of the north, being the product of - various migrations from Borneo, Java and Malaysia. ages ago. It is their common religion that holds them together, but each claims its own ancestral tree and that datto looking in at the window probably has a gencalogy longer than any in the Public Library at Boston. It is strange how the old traditions of the people of the Philippines tramp on the heecls of the Scriptures and the “Arabian Nig! According to Dr. Najeeb M. Saleeby, the chief | Arabic scholar of this part of the { world, the word Mindanao means in- |undated, and indicates a tradition | that reminds one of Noah. Accord- ing to documents which the learned doctor has translated, there was a | time when nothing could be seen of this 1sland but the tops of its moun- tains, and the peop! had sought ex my typewriter is as brown as the of a well smoked fat ham. His is the size of the fist of a baby his black eyes pierce my soul mouth is cavernous propar- tions and it is filled with teeth of black varnish. Little streams of blood-red saliva are trickling down the side of his chin, which ix partly covered by a coarse black beard that lIooks like a shaving brush, and his| black oily hair hangs down from his red silk turban touching his black satin clad shoulders. His shirt fits tightly. It is fastened | with buttons of gold as big as gn| old copper eent. and his snug sitk trousers wrinkle a bit as they fal to his ankles. He has a gorgeous green sach round his waist and a knife about two feet long in a sheath of bamboo hangs from his There are other Moros same region standing be During my stay on these have met men from fro ide sacrificed the two golden calves. LN a score or Teft m hip. the him. “ONE OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PLACES IN THE PHILIPPINES IS ZAMBOANGA, WITH ITS TROPICAL LILY PONDS AND ITS PALM-lof a forward assault like a saber SHADED PARKS AND DRIVES" __~ ~ islands I more tribes. We have here in this part of the Philippine Islands several times as many tribes as the children of Israel which were 12 when King Solomon died, and 10 after the revolution headed by Jeroboam, the man who ach refuge there when three or four ter- rible monsters appeared, devouring every human being who came within reach. One of the animals was Kurita, whose horrid I« numbered more than those of th was Mount ctopus. His home Kabalalan, and he had destroyed all the people about it The second was the terrible giant Tarabusaw, and the third was a bird Sindbad the wa time: Pah. as big as the rock of ilor. The bird's name he was so large that when she spread out her wings she “SINCE UNCLE SAM HAS OWNED THE PHILIPPINES, ZAMBOANGA HAS GROWN TO HARBOR AND MILITARY HEADQUARTERS.” TEN TIMES ITS FORMER SIZE. IT IS AN IMPORTANT covered the sun and made the earth dark, and the eggs she laid were each as large as a house. Pah also ate human beings, and only those who escaped to the caves were saved. She lived on Mount Bita. These monsters were ruining Min- danao and the tale of their woes spread about over the world. These stories were heard by two rajahs, Indaraputra Sulayman, who lived in far-away islands. One of these, Rajah, Sulayman, took the part of Theseus, who slew the terrible Minotaur, who devoured the maidens of Crete. He had the advantage of the Greek hero, in that he seems to have used an airplane. He flew to Mindanao, landed on Mount Kaba- lalan, and cut the monster Kurita to pieces. After that he attacked Tara- busaw and killed him and then went on to Mount Bita. As he dropped down on the moun- tain there seemed to be an eclipse of the sun. He looked up and in the dim light saw a huge bird descend- ing. This was Pah. Sulayman drew his sword, and was able to cut off one wing. The huge bird fell dead, but the wing was so heavy that when it dropped on Sulayman it killed him. Then the other, Rajah Indaraputra, took his airplane and went to look up his brother Sulayman. He brought him back to life by pouring some heavenly water over his bones and together the two cleaned up the islands. The Moros now believe these ra- jahs to be the ancestors of most of their people, some of whose genealo- gles date almost back to Adam. 1 first came into contact with the Moros when our soldiers took posses- sion of this part of the Philippines, and visited Zamboanga as a war co respondent, having come south from Manila on a transport loaded with mules for the army. At that time the Moros were going about with long krisses attached to their waists, and every boy had his knife. 1 found the same in Cotabato, in Parang- Parang. where I met the Sultan of Magindanao, and also in the Sulu Archipelago. These krisses were so sharp that I was able to shave the hairs from the back of my hand with any of them. They had blades that wound in and out like a snake, and which were used, I am told, for disemboweling their enemies. The high officials among them had slaves who carried campilans with wide blades long. which were chiefl heading. Datto Mandi showed me some strik- ing kris work, and 1 was told that he could cleave a man from the crown to the waist with one stroke. A favorite cut was down through the houlder, cutting off the head, neck and one-half the chest, including one arm. The old Moros sometimes ham- strung their victims, and their com- mon method of execution was to tie a man's hands behind him and to be- head him with one blow of the knife. A person so killed was often chopped into mincemeat by the men and boys who wanted to try their knives on human flesh. While T was at Zamboanga the story came there about a Prince of Basilan over the way. He had or- a yard used for be- INustrious 1st Division Blazed Trail (Continued from Third Page.) from the American batteries, a bom- bardment so terrific that it was said that the forests seemed to be on fire. When the hill was at last taken, one captured German officer said: “The 1st Division s wonderful. The work of its infantry and artillery s worthy of the best armies in the world.” i That genuine.commendation was to be repeated a little later by Gen. Pershing, when he stated in his orders that he had “noted in this division a special pride of service and @ high morale never broken by hardship or battle.” * kK X N the work of the division was completed they were relieved and sent to the rear, their lines of war-weary ~ men, hollow-cheeked, vacant-eyed, exhausted, passing with what strange thoughts back through the land that had withdrawn from their gallant ranks, in dead and wounded. 196 officers and 7,324 men! Their sublime courage won the only citation awarded to a single American division. The men of Can- tigny, Picardy, Mihiel and Sois- sons were like finely wrought steel blades that could be bent, but never broken, that could leap in the sun was a miracle of courage and theirs a divine inspiration to the hosts of the allies. Perhaps the greatest battle in all history was the second phase of the Meuse-Argonne, a renewed general assault against the weakening enemy, for it had been determined that the foe should not stabilize his lines to rest in his perfected trenches for another Winter. By October 31 the 1st Division, as a reserve, was as- signed to the 5th Army Corps, par- ticipating in this great drive. The 2d Division was to press the battle, but if unable to reach its objective the reserve 1st was to pass through its lines and continue the assault to a successful end. If there is any- thing in the spirit of rivalry, upon what mettle must the 2d have moved forward against those brave defenses of a foe that sensed defeat! A quadruple barrage from 608 guns protected the men with its annihilat- ing power as it moved ahead of them to fall upon the enemy with inex- orable destruction. It was a glori- ous forward movement, meeting with little resistance from the Germans, so devastating had been the fire from the American guns. The 2d Division was not yet ready to vield to the 1st. Sedan became the objective of the next push, and orders from head- quarters designated the 1st American flashing against the blue, Theirs Army to be the fitst to eater that famous old fortress. As the lines moved forward there was heavy hand-to-hand fighting in the villages, but Sedan was never reached by any American unit. Marching and coun- ter-marching, with weary bodies that slept only on muddy ground, they were ready for the next forward movement when the orders shouid come, all unknowing that the god of war was surfeited with sacrifice and had sheathed his sword in its age- less scabbard. For, in spite of the bridgeheads es- tablished across the Meuse on the night of November 10-11 In prepa- ration for the advance of the 5th Corps, the armistice was announced in the morning and by 11 am. of that strangely quiet day the throats of the guns cooled and the finished art of slaying men was as though it had never been. According to the terms of tne armistice the bridgeheads of Cologne, Coblenz and Mayence were to be oc- ~upied by allied troops. The 1st Di- vision was made a part of the 4th Corps in the Army of Occupation, but it was later transferred to the 3d Corps in defense of Coblenz, where they remained until August 15, 1919, the first to go and the last to leave. ese weary men, grim with the sights and sounds about which their tongues refused to speak, longed for home and rest, but ihey were sent into camps in New Jersey and Long Island and ordered to prepare for a parade in New York City instead. On September 10 as their long lines, battle-scarred and unsmiling, passed down Fifth avenue, the wait- ing thousands gave them a welcome that must have touched the hearts that had so often bivouacked with death in the valley of the shadow. Again, on September 17, the div varaded in Washington, where a s ond ovation was their meed that quite equaled the first. Behind their grimness and their scars, beyond their steady but weary eyes, one saw endless marches, sleep- less days and nights, mute windrows of their slain comrades and a cyclonic deluge of bursting shell and infuriat- ing gas, and fields of mud, and ravines raked by enfilading fire, and hills mounted to summits crowned with batteries that poured down rivers of burning lava upon them, and one saw that their youth was rolled up like a scroll, nevermore to be read or seen. The secrets that come in great suffering had been re- vealed to them, and they became a thing apart, different, mapked, an in- spiration and a sign to the country whose flag they served. dered six men to be killed and after the execution chopped into one of the bodies with his barong. saying to some of our soldiers who were look- ing on: “I do that merely to try my knife.” The American Army officers warned me to be careful in going about, but 1 had no trouble whatever when I went to the nearby villages of Datto Mandi 1 called upon the datto and interviewed him, and was even able to photograph his favorite wife. Now that I am back here again 1 have met his daughter, a charming woman of 20 or so, who speak: Moro, English and Spanish. She has married an American merchant. I.am told that Mandi's son, the present datto, is running a plantation nearby. There is a girls’ school in his village, and any one may go about there without danger. Datto Mandi was a great friend of the United States. He had 7,000 men with him and was ready to put these at the service of the Americans in case of need. One of the big Moros of the present time is the Sultan of Magindanao, who lives half-way between the province of Zamboanga and Cotabato. During my stay at Parang-Parang vears ago 1 met him and photographed the women of his establishment. At that time polygamy was more commonly practiced than it is now. Datto Mandi had several wives and numerous slaves. Datto Utto had a wife and 60 concubines, and the old Datto Pianga, who is still living, had ladies galore. When I met the Sultan of Sulu the other day he told me that he now had 3 wives and 16 concu- bines. I am told he takes on a new girl of 18 every year. When I met the Sultan of Magin- danao his chief officials were with him. They were dressed in all colors with turbans of red, brown and yel- low. and jackets and trousers of variegated hues. They all carried spears and krises. There were three slaves who held silk umbrellas, trim- med with silver thread, over the head of his majesty. He had a betel slave who gave him a chew from time to time. He was a lean little fellow with a low forehead, straight nose and hollow cheeks. His black jacket of homespun silk was fastened with gold buttons and his tight yellow trousers were upheld by a wide belt with a silver buckle as big as a flat iron His majesty had his harem with Rim, and I ventured to ask if I might make a photograph. His majesty consented, and a little later a dozen of his women came out of the huts and stood under umbrellas before the camera, while Col. Webb Hayes, the son of our former President of the United States, snapped the button. Most of these women were lightly clad. They had gay colored skirts, in the form of a bag open at both ends, fastened by a twist at the breast. The oloth was tight under the armpits and it fell to the ankles. Now and then when one of the ladies gave her clothing a twitch I trembled less it might fall to the ground. The sultan’s chief wife weighed about 300 pounds. She was as broad as she was long and so fat that she waddled. Beside her was a younger wife, a girl of 15 with a wealth of black hair and a face that would have been pretty had it not been for | her jet black teeth and the betel stain on her lips. She wore a dress of red and gold stripes over which was a Jacket of green silk. The old dame, Who might be called the sultana, had a slave upholding a betel spittoon of solid silver. She used this now and then while we were posing the pic- ture. These are a few of the highlights of the picture in Mindanao when we took possession and began the work of subduing the Mohammedans. They are a peculiar people, and it is doubt- ful if they would have given up their arms had they not had faith jn our promises. Like all Mohammedans they do not seem to fear death, and They and their achievement are immortal, a theme for epic bards to sing to natlons yet unborn, a classtc song of vallant men, an Iliad of the 1st, Division, in the present situation they will allow themselves to be killed rather than to submit to what they feel to be wrong. In fact, I am told they are doing this now in some cases, fight- until killed long odds They go something on of the old Juramentado, iled to such an extent in the past, and sporadic instances of Which are common today. Even now a bell is rung in Jolo to warn the penple against each new juramentado. The juramentado is a Moro fanatic who starts out vowing that he will kill every one he meets until he him- self is killed. He h to com- mit suicide and way to ac complish it. According to his reli- gion, if he can kill a Christian he will go straight to heaven, and his victims will be compelled to serve him as slaves. The more Christians he kills the higher will be his place on the steps of the throne. When a man feels called upon to become a juramentado, he announces the fact to the people. He is like a rattlesnake in that he gives warning before he strikes. He goes to a priest d takes an oath that he will die killing the ungoy He then has his eyebrows shaved, takes a bath, and puts on his best clothes. He is usual- 11y clad all in white and his wife makes the gown by stitch, knowir {it will be her husband’s shroud. The man then arms himself with one of these terrible bolos or krises and starts out to kill every Christian he meets until he himself is killed As he goes on his path of death he often grows so crazy that he disre- | Bards the religious character of his victims and kills every one that comes in his way, endeavoring to add another and still another to his list Cases are cited where a juramentado chased by a soldier with a gun and bayonet has turned and, seizing the bayonet, has forced it into his body that he might thus get close to and kill the man at the other cnd of the sewing it up stitckr & all the time that streets as smcoth as a floor, and concrete sidewalks. (Copyright. 1924, Carpenter's World Travels ) “THE MORO POLICEMAN OF MINANDAO WEARS A COSTUMK COMBINING AN AMERICAN KHAK{ SHIRT WITH THE RED FEZ, BRIGHT GREEN SASH, AND A TWO-Fi KNIFE.” o