"There once was a Philippine _hombre_; Ate _guinimos_, rice, and _legombre_; His pants they were wide, And his shirt hung outside; But this, you must know, is _costombre_. He lived in a _nipa balay_ That served as a stable and sty. He slept on a mat With the dog and the cat, And the rest of the family near by. He once owned a _bueno manoc_, With a haughty and valorous look, Who lost him amain And _mil pesos tambien_, And now he plays _monté_ for luck. This poem was received so favorably that the following effort of the realistic school escaped: "In this land of dhobie dreams, Happy, smiling Philippines, Where the bolo man is hiking all day long, Where the natives steal and lie, And _Americanos_ die, The soldier sings his evening song. Social wants are small and few; All the ladies smoke and chew, And do other things they ought to know are wrong. _Presidentes_ cut no ice, For they live on fish and rice, And the soldier sings his evening song." There is another stanza, but the song about the "Brown Tagalog Girl" demands attention: "I've a _babay_, in a _balay,_ Down in the province of Rizal. She's nice and neat, dainty and sweet; She's ma little brown Tagalog gal." The army officers and their families still form the aristocracy of the Philippines. While army life is not all like Camp Wallace and the gay Luneta, in the larger posts throughout the provinces, both the officers and soldiers are housed very comfortably. The clubhouse down at Zamboanga has a pavilion running out over the water, where the ladies sit at night, or where refreshments are served after the concert by the band. Although their ways are not the ways of the civilian; although to them the possibilities of Jones's promotion from the bottom of the list seems of a paramount importance, you will not find anywhere so loyal and hospitable a class of people as the army officers. Whatever little jealousies they entertain among themselves are overshadowed by the fact that "he" or "she" is of the "service." And the soldiers, rough as they are, and slovenly compared to the red-coated soldiers of Great Britain, or the gray-coated troopers of the German army, are beyond doubt the finest fighting men in all the world. Chapter XIV. Padre Pedro, Recoleto Priest.--The Routine of a Friar in the Philippines.