The Social Cancer, by José Rizal - Home
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CHAPTER XX 97<br />
"I rise, gentlemen, to present my estimate of expenses for the fiesta," he began. "We can't allow it,"<br />
commented a consumptive old man, who was an irreconcilable conservative.<br />
"We'll vote against it," corroborated others. "Gentlemen!" exclaimed Don Filipo, repressing a smile, "I haven't<br />
yet made known the plan which we, the younger men, bring here. We feel sure that this great plan will be<br />
preferred <strong>by</strong> all over any other that our opponents think of or are capable of conceiving."<br />
This presumptuous exordium so thoroughly irritated the minds of the conservatives that they swore in their<br />
hearts to offer determined opposition.<br />
"We have estimated three thousand five hundred pesos for the expenses," went on Don Filipo. "Now then,<br />
with such a sum we shall be able to celebrate a fiesta that will eclipse in magnificence any that has been seen<br />
up to this time in our own or neighboring provinces."<br />
"Ahem!" coughed some doubters. "<strong>The</strong> town of A---- has five thousand, B---- has four thousand, ahem!<br />
Humbug!"<br />
"Listen to me, gentlemen, and I'll convince you," continued the unterrified speaker. "I propose that we erect a<br />
theater in the middle of the plaza, to cost one hundred and fifty pesos."<br />
"That won't be enough! It'll take one hundred and sixty," objected a confirmed conservative.<br />
"Write it down, Señor Director, two hundred pesos for the theater," said Don Filipo. "I further propose that we<br />
contract with a troupe of comedians from Tondo for seven performances on seven successive nights. Seven<br />
performances at two hundred pesos a night make fourteen hundred pesos. Write down fourteen hundred pesos,<br />
Señor Director!"<br />
Both the elders and the youths stared in amazement. Only those in the secret gave no sign.<br />
"I propose besides that we have magnificent fireworks; no little lights and pin-wheels such as please children<br />
and old maids, nothing of the sort. We want big bombs and immense rockets. I propose two hundred big<br />
bombs at two pesos each and two hundred rockets at the same price. We'll have them made <strong>by</strong> the<br />
pyrotechnists of Malabon."<br />
"Huh!" grunted an old man, "a two-peso bomb doesn't frighten or deafen me! <strong>The</strong>y ought to be three-peso<br />
ones."<br />
"Write down one thousand pesos for two hundred bombs and two hundred rockets."<br />
<strong>The</strong> conservatives could no longer restrain themselves. Some of them rose and began to whisper together.<br />
"Moreover, in order that our visitors may see that we are a liberal people and have plenty of money,"<br />
continued the speaker, raising his voice and casting a rapid glance at the whispering group of elders, "I<br />
propose: first, four hermanos mayores [68] for the two days of the fiesta; and second, that each day there be<br />
thrown into the lake two hundred fried chickens, one hundred stuffed capons, and forty roast pigs, as did<br />
Sylla, a contemporary of that Cicero, of whom Capitan Basilio just spoke."<br />
"That's it, like Sylla," repeated the flattered Capitan Basilio.<br />
<strong>The</strong> surprise steadily increased.<br />
"Since many rich people will attend and each one will bring thousands of pesos, his best game-cocks, and his<br />
playing-cards, I propose that the cockpit run for fifteen days and that license be granted to open all gambling