Manila was a dead city. The people wandered dully through the streets, prodded on by the bayonets of Jap sentries in civilian clothes. Food and money were scarce. The only stores still open were Japanese bazaars. A package of rice which once cost a nickel now cost 25¢. A single match sold for 15 centavos (7½¢). Trolleys and a single bus line were still running. But except for these and the dozen arrogant, sleek cars of Japanese officials and their friends, the streets were bare of traffic.
At 6 p.m. people of Manila went...
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