Ingersolls, Walkers, McCreerys on board, also Karagdags and Sabido.
Ship Stopped for a minute at 7 a.m. in respect for the death of Harold Dollar.
What a treat to be on a first class well-run ship after a week of “barrio yachting.” Quezon frankly admits the conditions on the Arayat, and is expecting to get a new yacht.
This morning, nothing in sight except miles and miles of barren sea coast and the stony hills of Cebu–a good example of how mankind can destroy a rich country–all the trees are gone and the soil has washed out to sea as in China. The city of Cebu is quite unlike the cities of Luzon. There is an old Spanish fort, and the houses are more monotonous and solidly built; it has an immense wharf frontage, and several ocean-going steamers which take freight to foreign lands straight from Cebu. What a joy for the first time to visit this province without having reviews, parades, speeches, handshaking and stiff receptions. Was met by Colonel Gilhauser of the Standard Oil Co. He says sugar is the best investment in the Philippines today; there is gold in Mindanao; oil may be discovered in Cebu; he spoke of Mindanao, where he had been an excellent governor of three Moro provinces; he said they need care in handling–to kill Moros is the easiest way, but not the wisest.
Spent the day at the Golf Club where the Iloilo team had just arrived to play their annual match with Cebu. Carter Johnston, ex-judge, was there.