The contrast suggested drew laughter from the crowd.
Padre Camorra, who had already forgotten about Paulita, saw what was meant and laughing his clownish laugh, asked in turn, "Whom does this other figure resemble, Ben-Zayb ?" It was an old woman with one eye, with disheveled hair, seated on the ground like an Indian idol, ironing clothes.

The sad-iron was carefully imitated, being of copper with coals of red tinsel and smoke-wreaths of dirty twisted cotton.
"Eh, Ben-Zayb, it wasn't a fool who designed that" asked Padre Camorra with a laugh.
"Well, I don't see the point," replied the journalist.
"But, _punales_, don't you see the title, _The Philippine Press_?
That utensil with which the old woman is ironing is here called the press!" All laughed at this, Ben-Zayb himself joining in good-naturedly.
Two soldiers of the Civil Guard, appropriately labeled, were placed behind a man who was tightly bound and had his face covered by his hat.

It was entitled _The Country of Abaka_, [39] and from appearances they were going to shoot him.
Many of our visitors were displeased with the exhibition.

They talked of rules of art, they sought proportion--one said that this figure did not have seven heads, that the face lacked a nose, having only three, all of which made Padre Camorra somewhat thoughtful, for he did not comprehend how a figure, to be correct, need have four noses and seven heads.

Others said, if they were muscular, that they could not be Indians; still others remarked that it was not sculpture, but mere carpentry.