The Kennewick Courier Reporter

HEAD HUNTER IN
AMERICAN ARMY
Moro Entertains Hospital Patients With 'Wild Songs and
Curious Chants.
HAS FIVE BAYONET WOUNDS
Astonishes Doctors by Rapid Recovery
From Injuries
Received While
Fighting in Ranks of Yankees
-Has Remarkable Record.

Paris.--The most remarkable patient
in Base Hospital No. 35 is a
Moro Head-Hunter, who turned up in
France six months ago with a company
of American soldiers who had
just come from the Philippine Islands.
His name is recorded as Philipo Moreno,
and his home as the Philippine
Islands. No one suspected him of having
a remarkable record until his story
came out one day after a chance meeting
with the colonel in charge of the
base hospital to which he was taken
from the front. And this is how it
happened:

A Red Cross searcher hearing of a
man suffering from five bayonet
wounds who had just been brought
into Base Hospital No. 35, hurried to
his bedside with fruit and an offer
to send home any messages he might
wish delivered. The man, unusually
big and dark, accepted the fruit gratefully,
but assured her that he would
be well enough himself to write soon
to his sister, his only living relative.

Sings Weird Songs.

And he kept his word in spite of
the five bayonet wounds which healed
so rapidly that all the doctors of the
hospital marveled at the remarkable
constitution of the dark-skinned man.
The patient was soon convalescent,
and the first place he visited was the
Red Cross recreation hut. Some one
was playing the piano, as usual, and
during the afternoon one of the members
of the sanitary corps sang one of
Burley's negro songs, "Deep River,"
Philipo offered to sing the song in the
original and astounded his audience
with a weird version full of minor
notes and harmonies that made shivers
run up and down susceptible
backs.

And thereafter the Filipino insisted
on entertaining gatherings in the recreation
hut each afternoon with wild
songs and curious chants and recitations.
Some of these were very spicy
tales indeed of the underworld and its
denizens, and finally the Moro waxed
confidential and began telling tales
of the wilds of the Philippine Islands
and the days when he had hunted
heads.

Knows the Colonel.

The colonel of the hospital, attracted
by the reports of these seances,
dropped in one afternoon to listen.
"I don't believe he's a Moro at all,"
he announced. "He's too tall. I served
in the Philippines and I never saw but
two Moros as tall as that man."
Just then the Filipino came up and
saluted the colonel.
"Excuse, sir," he said in his broken
English. "Perhaps you remember me?
I know you in the Philippine Islands."
"By George, I'll have to take it all
back," admitted the colonel. "He's
one of the two men I was speaking of.
He comes from the head-hunting
tribe, all right. He became very much
attached to one of our soldiers, who taught
him English. But I never expected
to meet him in France or wearing
the uniform of an American soldier."