I succeeded in effecting a "Society for the Advancement of Women" with eight officers, half American and half Filipino. As this is the first society where the two races have united in work, and as the officers are collectively and separately the best the Island afford, I should feel truly happy over it, if there was a strong motive to hold them together. They will study the question; I can only hope that their study will develop a little backbone. The president, Mrs. Lobenger of Omaha, is the wife of a Judge of the Court of First Instance, and is excellent. One of the last days we went to see a cigar factory. Some were on strike. We saw the best, most sanitary, highest conditions in this one - 1500 people employed, fully half appeared to be women although the Director said about one third were women. There were four floors. Between 7 and 8 millions of cigarettes are turned out daily and nearly all are consumed in the Islands. Most are made by machinery which comes from Barcelona (Spain). Paper tubes are first made by the machine. Another fills and cuts the paper off. Women do not do machine work, but do all the other processes. Packages of 25 completed cigarettes are wrapped in paper previously printed and a girl is expected to put up about 3,000 in a day. They are all paid by piece work. The highest pay for men is 25 pesos or $12.50, for women 8 pesos or $4.00. Men do the best paid kinds of work. Choice handmade cigars, shipped in tinfoil or glass test tubes, are made by them. We did not believe the girls get anything like $4. per week, but we could not find out what they did get. One girl, wrapping packages, who looked about 14, was so quick as to be marvelous. These factories, of which there are 16 in Manila, all employ child labor, and work their people 14 hours. This particular factory had excellent ventilation, and as it was a fairly cool day, the air did not seem bad. At the entrance was a women with two little children. She was a searcher. Whenever a woman left her place of work to go out, this woman examined her clothing to see that she carried away no tobacco. Men searchers examined the men. At the door women with little restaurants sold roasted corn and native food to whoever came for it. The food was not nutritious not digestible. All my old hatred for tobacco came back when I saw the slavery of the hundreds of young workers, with every possibility of nervous force stimulated to the utmost, in order to bring dividends to the proprietors, who in turn are supplying poison to the multitude. Every man, woman, boy and girl of the middle and lower classes smokes cigarettes. Every man of all classes smokes, and this they do continuously. They do not know how to live unless a cigarette is in the mouth or between the fingers. Our last day was a busy one, as our steamer left a day before due. I found by accident two Filipino ladies sitting in the lobby waiting for me. They came to take me to a Filipino private boarding school where I had promised to go, but had sent word I could not. However, we jumped into a motor and sped far away. The distances in Manila rival those of New York. There I found 400 girl students, representing 19 Provinces, assembled to meet me, under the guidance of the dearest little Filipino woman, Senorita Evalino. They showed me their embroidery, and sang for me. The uniform is pink. The little girls wore pink European dresses. The older ones had pink skirts with the usual long impractical trains, and their camisas and kerchiefs were all the shades of pink from nearly white to a deep rose. It was an audacious color for a uniform, but becoming to the brown beauties. When I returned to the hotel, I found Mrs. Quinan and Mrs. Peacock and Mr. Linnell had been in to say good-bye. It had been the intention for all to go out on the "Columbia" a launch of the company, to see us off, but the steamer decided not to go until - 9 p.m. I was sorry to miss them. Mrs. Quinan brought the Review of Reviews and a box of candy from the two boys; Mrs. Peacock a book. Mr. Linnell, who was dining out, came in later. I had bought a doll for little Gladys and asked him to bring her around after it, but he was too busy. I planned to take it to the office, and after having kept it a week I opened the box. Its red stockings were green with mold, and splotches of it were everywhere, In fact, all Manila turns green during the rainy season and everything smells mouldy. Mr. Quinan and Howard came after us in their motor and took us out to our ship on the "Columbia." It was a pleasant experience. The Company paid our livery bill, which must have been big. It was most generous, but I felt rather like a yellow dog to take it. Our ship was "Prince Sigesmund" of the German Lloyd, on its way from Australia to Hongkong. The meals were horrid after the Manila Hotel. The beds were good, the air hot, the sea smooth. There were no decent chairs on the deck, and no cool place. The trip was tolerable, not enjoyable. Thus we left Manila behind, and I have not recorded a tenth of daily doings. I was busy going, seeing people, shopping and reading about things there in order to try to understand the situation. The Filipinos want independence - some now, some willing to wait. Meanwhile, the U.S. is drilling 40,000 armed natives. A mutiny someday will be interesting. On the other hand, the children are being civilized by English, industry and a little education. The unstability of affairs makes some Capitalists afraid to invest. Others have invested and bank upon the certainty of the U.S. defending their property. That is the way its done. Some people begin to make money in a foreign country; then there is trouble; then the country to which the money belongs threshes those who rebel and takes a chunk of their territory as a punishment for not setting tight. Then when they are properly subdued, the overlord says, these people do not want independence, they are lazy and satisfied! I have ordered 89 or 90 slides of the Philippines. In addition I have photos 1 - 57. A young Spaniard who went with us to Pagsanyan brought us four photos he had taken - "58 and 59" are the young people in the canoes. 60 gives a good picture of Mr. Del Pan standing by Dr. Jacobs. 61 reveals Dr. J's smiling countenance, with the rest of us forming a modest background. Transcribed and reviewed by volunteers participating in the By The People project at crowd.loc.gov.