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Title: Woman's Home Journal
Issue Date: Volume XVII (Issue No.16) December 31, 1946
Year: 1946
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DECEMBER 31, 1946 WOMAN’S Home Journal (Official Organ of the National Federation of Women’s Clubs) Board of Editors Trinidad Fernandez-Legarda Paz Policarpio-Mendez Geronima T. Pecson Enriqueta R. Benavides Managing Editor Minerva G. Laudico Associate Editor Paciencia Torre-Guzman Advertising Manager F. A. Fuentecilla THIS FORTNIGHT’S ISSUE • THE WIFE AND DAUGHTER of the Great Leader, captured in an exclusive photo graph adorns this fortnight’s cover of the Wo man’s Home Journal. As Chairman of the Phil ippine Red Cross Fund Campaign, Mrs. Quezon finds herself extremely busy. She has taken Nini, her daughter, as her secretary in this work. Nini, the volunteer worker, finds the job enjoyable but fatiguing. Of afternoons when you call her up knowing that she is home, you’ll invariably get the answer that she is resting. This you’ll understand if you know how she bud gets her time from seven in the morning to six in the afternoon. Determined that the fund campaign should not fail, the drive has been extended. Mrs. Quezon, as she emphasized in the beginning of the campaign, reiterates her plea for under standing and cooperation from each and every Filipino. The goal of P840,000 is not a stag gering amount when viewed in terms of 18,000,000 Filipinos each with a willing heart to do his bit. DEAN Ursula Uichangco-Clemente (When Is a Woman Lovely? p. 4) has been on her job for well nigh twenty years now and knows whereof she speaks. Speaking before a gather ing of Pharmacy students she chose not to talk of diligence and hard work coupled wih honest formulas. To her mind, the best formula in life is honesty to one’s self manifested in a wholesomeness of mind and spirit. To her a lovely woman is not necessarily a beautiful wo man. WORD has come that the Women Lawyers Association which has put up a legal clinic will give our readers the benefit of its advice, con sultations, and information free. The clinic, be ginning with (Continued on page 31) VOL. XVII, No. 16 December 31, 1946 Contents This Fortnight’s Issue ......................... 3 When Is A Woman Lovely?......................................... 4-5 Ursula Uichangco-Clemente Why Grow Old? ........... 5 Josephine Lowman First Generation . 6-7 C. M. Vega Seems To Me . . 7 Pia Mancia T ravel .................... 8 Jesusa Bautista Rehabilitation of the National Library................ 9 Jose Arcellana My Mother's Illness.............. 10 Enyigdio A. Enriquez Come In, New Year......... 11 Oscar Nepomuceno Magnet............................. 12-13 Bienvenido Agdeppa Friends in America 1 5 The Case Against Women 16-17 James Thurber Have A Good Marital Spat............................. 17 Evelyn Millis Duval and Reuben Hills Fashion Futures 1 8 New Year Motifs 19 The Cook’s Round-up of Recipes 22-23 Sleeve Problems 20 Household Notes . 24 Cautions in Letter Writing ( 25 Club Women’s Bulletin Board 26-27 The Two Women and the Crocodile.................... 29 Maximo Ramos Letters to the Journal 34 The “Woman’s Home Journal” is edited and published by the Women’s Publishers, Inc., at 1055 Soler, Ramon Roces Bldg., Manila, Rates: 1 year (24 issues) P6.00; 6 months (12 issues) P3.00; 2ter at the Manila Post Office on July 10, 1946. Subscription Philippines. Telephone: 8-64-23. Entered as second class mat vears (48 issues) P11.00. For foreign countries double these rates. “As unto the cord the bow is So is man unto woman Though she draws him Yet she follows him Though she bends him Yet she obeys him Useless each without the other.” When 9a Q. By Ursula Uichangco-Clemente Friendships between young men and young women arc natural things. Good women have, from time immemforial, been the inspiration of good men to higher and nobler deeds. Chivalry reached its peak, and knighthood bloomed into flower because of the inspiration of lovely women. When is a woman lovely? I wish I had the point of vieXv of the men. Howfever, I shall as a woman attempt to analyze what to my mind makes for loveliness, perhaps not necessarily in the eyes of men; but in the hearts of other women. Order is heaven’s first law. How can a woman be lovely whose head is like a nesting place of birds; whose dresses defy the glare of the midday sun; whose skin never shows the gloss that comes from a good daily scrub with plenty of soap and water; whose breath is like that of putrid meat; and whose presence reminds one of that odoriferous ruminating horn ed quadruped ? Form, carriage, expression—all, have their signi ficance. Visual, olfactory and au ditory factors affect the attrac tiveness not only of women, but also of men. If a woman, and for that mat ter, a man, is not bom handsome, it is .not his fault; but if he or she is not fascinating enough, he or she alone is to blame. Many a beautiful face has repelled, many a homely countenance has charm ed. There is an inward beauty that radiates from the soul and shines through apparently impreg nable barriers that have been built around the exterior. Every one, man or woman, can and should cultivate this inward beauty that attracts, this incorporeal strength that wins, this nobility of mind and heart that should guide as an inner lamp of the spirit. Mere physical beauty, no mat ter how ravishing in early youth, if founded on nothing else deeper than the skin, rubs off easily and fades into nothingness with the earliest onset of old age. It is readily devoured by the wrinkles. On the other hand, one may never have a beautiful face; but he or she can have that beauty which is more lasting; that beauty which adorns the heart; that beauty which shines more brightly with the years, that beauty whose ra This is a movie love scene by joreign protagonists. There's no telling what words man and woman speak but they can’t be anything but decent, poised and above board judging by their clean wholesome bearing. diance only mellows with age. “Opposite poles attract” is a well accepted law of physics. Every young person, man or wo man, should aim to develop pleas ant associations with those of the opposite sex. They should learn to keep it on the level of agreeable and pleasant companionship with no thought of sex. Friendship be tween the two sexes should be as any other friendship, healthy and wholesome. It should be frank, open, and sincere. There should be no prudishness of manner, nor any unpleasant behavior that will offend and repel those whose friendship is worth having. Young men and young women should be able to keep out of trouble. Many times the ability to cause trouble is mistaken by young people for unusually cap tivating charms. This is not so, for the ability to arouse trouble is inborn in both the male and the female of the species— especially of the human species. Anyone can start trouble; but not everyone can keep it from starting. Only the sensual and thus the selfish will give sexuality the most important place in friendships between young men and young women. PAGE 4 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL (jJoinaji LOVELY ? A MESSAGE TO THE YOUTH OF THE LAND ON A SUBJECT CLOSE TO EVERYBODY’S HEART FROM A WOMAN EDUCATOR WHO KNOWS WHEREOF SHE SPEAKS "O! Pagsintang labis na maka- ten, those who do, reap the bitter pangyarihan fruits of their folly, and live only Sampung magaama’y iyong nas'- to nurse pangs of regret. A young J saklaw woman, especially, has to avoid Pag ikaw ang nasok sa puso nino even the slightest suspicion of ’ man laxity regarding sex, for it can Hahamaking lahat. masunod ka ruin her reputation, and thus her- 1 lamang!” self. The ardent male may 1 wheedle and argue against the chaperon and other social observ- _ Such a passion is commonly mis- ance, but it is best to stick to cortaken for love. It is not. It is rect social practices. Many men infatuation. It is only sex talking may talk about not caring whe_ the craving for the gratification ther a girl is virgin or not. But of an instinctive animal urge. It an American college boy of twenty [ is blind and it is deaf. It is ruth- one once remarked, “I do not know I less. It refuses to see any fault of any one who will marry her, if j in the object of one’s desire. It lis- he knew she isn’t?’ I only wish , tens to no reason. It heeds no ad- that every man wiil try to help a j vice. It defies social conventions, girl, to be at all times the kind of Without mercy, it tramples under woman he would respect and its clawed hoofs any one, friend proudly marry. The loss of chasor foe, that hinders its way. It is tity can only debase a woman in a passion that burns and consumes. the eyes of fhose (and perhaps the Unfortunately, however, it is yery man) whose respect she usually of short duration. It is , X1 ... would most like to have. much like the cogon grass which burns over-brightly but only for a very short time, into the air dazzle the eyes, as they come, their overpowering an(j glare soon fades out, leaving only ashes of destruction in their wake. Its flames leap While infatuation is an expresand momentarily sion of a" unreasonable proBut as suddenly duct of one’s imagining, a blind consuming passion; true love on the other hand is clear eyed and true love is founded upon realSocial conventions should be un- ity. It is born in the heart and derstood and respected. They are tempered in the mind. It is last practices which the race have :ng jt weathers all storms; it found useful and beneficial. Thus, , , . , lives and it endures. they have become accepted norms of conduct. They protect by fore stalling personal intimacies which are fraught with biological and so cial dangers. Holding hand, the selfish. It is not only a Bensual1 causes us to be thrifty on youth; encircling arm, caresses and kisses an(j romantic relationship; but a worry about our children leads us, have only one biological purpose- companionship as well. Real love to preventive i6 altruistic and 6eeks at all cost the welfare of the loved one. Real love is sublime. It is beyond what is merely sensory and a love throws a glory around life that is not dimned by the renuncia tion of all that is personal. Marriage, which should blossom into the most perfect of human relationships, is one of the out growths of altruistic love. It has, however, many angles which should be seriously considered be fore one can embark on it. It is a subject for another discourse, so 1 shall not attempt to take it up here. Suftice it to say that young people should never rush into it. "There should be no hurry about marriage. It is better to hesitate than to be sorry.” I do not believe in divorce, for it can only bring more chaos and confusion. Mrs. URSULA UICHANGCO-j | CLEMENTE,’ Associate ProfesI sor of Education and Dean of I Women of the University of ‘ the Philippines, told officers,, members and guests of the U.P. Junior Pharmacy Club that this is a "message close to my heart —a message which I hope can be heeded to prevent much un happiness later.” ; “In our education,” she con- i | tinned, “the perfection of tech- i nical skill and ability alone is j not the sole aim. Rather it is | the creation of well - balanced j citizens who can efficiently : take their places as individuals I or as members of their own ; respective social groups in a j democracy. By nature, men: seek happiness, but such hap- ! piness, to be enduring, should . be based on the cultivation of desirable traits and ideals that will result in the greatest' amount of enjoyment for the I greatest number of people. It is my ardent hope that our university young men and young women will always stand . for dependability and reliability with respect to i these traits and ideals., WHY GROW OLD? By Josephine Lowman JpEW of us fortunate people worry so in- back regretfully tensely about everything that it things over and amounts to mpntal ill health. WORRY takes huge amounts of nervous energy in such a destruc tive and dreary manner, energy which could be invested in thinking, accomplishment joyous living. are free from worry change a decision or a situation in some form, but some un- it is silly to spend time looking and mulling over again in your mind. The well-balanced person will be enable to throw de pression off, mark the incident off to experience and learn from it while looking toward the fucreative ture. and WOMEN are especially guilty , of worry technique, and 'ORRY WHICH IS DONE t before an occasion or im- cidents. This injures health and portant event or test of some is destructive to beauty and perkind can be very valuable. With- sonality. It is somewhat like out this kind of worry success taking dope. The woman in queswould be impossible. Constructive tion is in the grip of the habit and worry aids in avoiding mistakes, almost enjoys inflicting pain on Worry’ about making good on a herself, as she goes over and over job spurs us on to better work; the incident in her own mind .and fear of dependence in old age in talking to her friends. It is not only a Bensual causes thriftv «« vnnthw ONCE we fall into this habit. Real love we must exert self-discipline by that of arousing sex. We cannot On the other hand, worry after consciously cutting off the unand should not take for granted 16 a,truistlc and Beeks at a11 0051 . something which has already hap- pleasant thoughts and replacing too much emotional security in the welfare of the loved one. In pene<j js a terrible waste of ener- them with better thoughts, hardourselves and in others. Very of- those who are capable of it, such 1 gy. If you can do nothing to work or strenuous activity. CEMBER 31. 1946 PAGE 5 Lita is no respecter of time. At 2 o'clock in the morning she wakes up, asks for water, and commands her father to play games with her. And Lita did not wake her mo ther—as she always did before. “Lita, darling,” I whispered. Night was a flower exuding pregnant perfume in Lita’s silent face, with her tears drying, and now her lips opening for ut terance. I held her in my arms, kissed her gently. “Pa...” she now smiled against my breast, “Pa...” then broke again into tiny sobs as she looked sheepishly at my eyes. Instinctively, 1 passed my palm below her seatpants: she was not wet. I felt her forehead apprehen sively: she was not ill. I flashed the light under the mosquito net: there were no mos quitoes. I searched her pillow and mat: there were no bed-bugs. “Lita,” I said, “what happened? Why are you crying?” She had stopped crying. But she did not answer. Lita, for her age, knew my temper. And she knew my voice: once firm, it is the sign of impa tience. “Lita,” I said sternly under my breath. . . outside to get her a glass of water. She drank. “Asiat...” she said, after drink ing. (asiat is for gracias, mean ing, Thank you.) “Tell me,” she said cajoling, “did you cry just because you wanted a glass of water?” “No,” she answered in the only perfect Spanish word she knows. I looked at my watch. It was only one o’clock in the morning. “Say,” 1 said, “you’ve got to sleep now, otherwise you wouldn’t grow as tall and as big as Sonny.” “I’m not sleepy,” she said, with her head adding emphasis to her decision. She wanted to play with me, I thought. And I was yawning. “But you must sleep,” I insist ed. She tried to be convincing with her answer: "I am not sleepy, Pa...” I wanted to become stern in my voice again, but something within me sang: Conversation at mid night and all the world it means... All right,” I said, “get my pack of cigaret...” “Onde,” she asked, without me finishing my order. (Onde for FIRST THE JOYS OF FATHERHOOD MAKES A SHORT STORY WHERE, A POEM WOULD BE FOUND WANTING YOU KNOW Lita, my young est daughter, because she could be your little girl, too. My Lita could be your Lita—she with brown locks playing secret playmates with the slightest whiff of wind. Or the child with dancing ebon hair about her forehead to match the bangs at the nape of her neck. She could be Lita, yes, 0, any other Lita in the world. Proud of Lita? I am! I am proud of her because she is a meaning beyond the com prehension of soul and mind, of heart and spirit. In my arms, singing her to sleep, her chubby arms around my neck, her tender fingers become wine caresses. 0 fathers of the world! only you would understand the swelling of pride every near ness that brings our Litas to us! But I wouldn’t be writing this story of Lita had not the night before last rustled its wings and fanned my silent sleep into full awakeness and found Lita softly crying beside her mother. I stood from my bed and went to ber. My wife was fast asleep. “Awa...” she said simply. Why did not common sense strike my sense earlier? All my children—Sonny and Baby used to wake up at unholy hours of the night to cry out for a glass of water. “Awa..” Lita repeated, softly. (awa, incidentally, is not a new language. It is perfectly .the language of children. For awa is Lita’s pronunciation of agua, meaning water. That’s right, we speak Spanish with our children; and they to us.) I gently put her down, took her out of the mosquito net, and went donde meaning Where.) “On top of the table,” I said. Then Beauty sang proudly in my heart as I saw Lita trip over Baby’s foot. Lita rose again with out saying a word, although I saw her squirm. Lita came back with my pack of cigaret, along with my lighter. Forgetting Baby’s foot, she trip ped again. I saw her hurt her right arm, but when I tried to stand to help her, she stood up smiling. I got the pack and pulled one stick and after lighting one end PAGE 6 WOMAN’S HOME JOURT luxuriously, puffed contentedly. us not play horse...” "Asiat, Pa,” she blurted, look- But she was there on top of ing me straight in the eye. me now: two an£el fe€t standing I choked with a mouthful of firmly against my flat breast, smoke! Then she bellowed with all the Why did I forget the very tra- mighty voice of a child: "Ta... dition that my wife and I insisted san...!” followed in the house: to say Thank You for every act of kind- That was the limit. My wife ness done ? suddenly woke up and tried to pull my legs: “Lita, darling...” I said regret- “Pa...Pa...” she said excitedfully. “Lita, darling...” being the ly, “you are dreaming... you only words that audibly came out were laughing very loud...” of my lips... I couldn’t control my laughter. WE must have talked about a And I was laughing still and my lot of things, did a lot of games, wife stupefied when Lita hollered sallied into a lot of converse for again: when I'looked at my watch again, , it was quarter to three! "Ta.. .san. . .! Sam.. .pion...! ] “Let us sleep now, really,” I That broke down the house: for urged, yawning. ' the little woman became once more brilliant with palliatives I did She was willing to go to sleep, not choose to understand, except the concluding words, "You and I was on the act of opening the your foolish ideas., playing like* mosquito net when she tugged at a child at night...” as she took] my pyjama and I saw her shaking Lita back with her in her bed. ! her head. ( “What is the matter now?” I as^ed. THEREAFTER 1 couldn’t sleep. “I am not going to sleep with My sides were still aching from GENERATION By C. St. Vega Mama,” she said. the terrible joy that Lita gave me “You can’t sleep with me ...but I liked it. 0 what I either,” I said. “You may fall wouldn’t do to play again, “like from the bed.” a child,” at one or two or three “Will you let me, Pa?” she o’clock in the morning with my asked. children. With Lita! How else could I answer that question? Other parents of the world I took her in my arms again might do the ,same- 1 consoled and placed her gently on my bed. ’nyself; Even Lita, I said, as the _ first faint rays of sunrise began “No more naughtiness now,” I *° strea^ through the crevices of said, as I began to yamn serious- our *>arong-barong. Even Lita, ly, continuously. who wil1 soon &row into maiden hood and womanhood and mother“Yes, Pa,” she said smiling and hood and bear and rear her chilthen suddenly stood up. I saw her dren whom she will love to play intentions. with at one or two or three o’clock , “No,” I said firmly again, “Let in the morning ... ] ‘SEEMS TO ME By Pia Man ci a I HAVE just been reading a book which, it seems to me, it will do well for many people to read, too. It is called the Public Schools and Spiritual Values. It distinguishes religion from spiritual values, the former being a possible extension of the latter, but not neces sarily identical with the latter. The seventh yearbook of the famed John Dewey Society, the book Public Schools and Spiritual Values takes to task the public schools in not inculcating enough in the youth a proper sense of proportion in seeking in life only “the true, the beautiful and the good.” The book does not have any quarrel with religious teaching asserting that “there is a large area of ground common for both public school teachers and religious teachers to the end that they should have common concern for the spiritual ^values... and can likewise find a common support for those values. Outside of this common ground, into the area of religious authority, the public school teacher as such may not go, while therein the re ligious teacher is free to teach as to him seems right.” The book explicitly affirms the full right of any religious group to add, under [ its separate teaching auspices, any religious authority, or any non1 socially hurtful religious considerations it may choose. But it does pointedly reject and oppose any denial by religious groups of the full right of the public schools to teach spiritual values in accordance with human reason, “Every effort should be made to find some basis of community,” according to the book. “The luxury of going our own separate ways in the teaching of spiritual values is too expensive. The danger which threatens, if we fail to establish a community of interest in the spiritual values of our civilization, has been amply and con clusively demonstrated by the events leading up to the Second World War. Not only did the democracies lack thorough going confidence in the spiritual values of democracy, but they were divided in their support of the ones they accepted. In the face of a hard-hitting, subtle, and wily enemy, the democracies had difficulty in presenting a united front in defense of their values.” The book emphasizes that this must not happen again. And it is certain that it need not happen again if we will sincerely nd persistently pursue the basis of community which will recognize the teaching of spiritual values in the public schools. I TOOK time to give a sort of bird’s eye-view book-review of the excellent book The Public Schools and Spiritual Values because I think it has extreme timeliness and significance, especially in the light of the present UNESCO Conference in Paris. The United States is showing eager interest and sincerity^ in the solutions of the World’s problems, as can be seen from its effort to think out suggestions for world peace. In the UNESCO, the U.S. proposals which will be sponsored by American Representative Benson will include: 1. A conference to rewrite the world’s textbooks, so that old, ultra-nationalistic misunderstandings would not be passed on the school kids. 2. International exchange of students, teachers, artists, scient ists. 3. International agreements to end restrictive copyrights, cen sorships, etc. 4. A study of the causes of national misunderstandings. . 5. A worldwide war against illiteracy. A member of the U.S. team remarked: “One of the most hope ful results may be that in setting standards for the world we will raise our own.” Justice Francisco A. Delgado had the same idea when in the /Continued on page 14) DECEMBER 31, 1946 PAGE 7 By Jesusa Bautista TWO FILIPINO GIRLS SAW THE WONDERS OF EVERY STATE IN THE UNITED STATES BY MOTOR ING 6,000 MILES ACROSS COUN TRY ALL BY THEMSELVES. TITHEN my cousin Virginia Hidalgo and I started our cross country motor trip through the United States on February 22, 1946, we little realized that we would stir a lot of curiosity and amazement over our' supposed “daring, verve, and enter prise”. Looking back to it now, I wonder if people were not right after all when they gasped, not quite able to comprehend the miracle of our 6,000-mile trip achieved in an ordinary Lin coln Zephyr which managed not to lose its way from Washing ton, D. C. to San Francisco California and all the detour's in between. You see, we followed the coastline- But let me begin properly. In San Anton the girls dropped in at the airport where many “compoblanos" are at present employed. Phil Benitez, son of Mr. and Mrs. Eulogio Benitez and. No. noy Quimbo, son of Col. Quimbo are among those in the pioture. Originally, brother-in-law and sister, Senator and Mrs. Tomas Cabili were to have gone with us but since he was recalled to the Islands by the administration, Jinny and I were left to proceed as planned. We were given all kinds of warning about housing difficulties but we were determin ed to face the situation as we, knew wartime conditions could not be solved overnight. For our first stop we wired a Fayetteville, Virginia hotel for reservations but upon arriving there we were given the familiar answer, "Sor ry, no room.” So we drove on to the next town, Emporia, where luckily we found lodging at the Darden Courts. Refreshed the next morning we started for Rocky Mt., North Carolina, ate breakfast and wired Mrs. Pilar Hidalgo-Lim, re ports Miss Bautista, is fine and looks forward to seeing the Phil, ippines again. my cousin Dr. Oscar Jacinto in Jacksonville, Florida to expect us in two days and therefore make hotel reservations for us. Our next stop was Pocalla Springs, Sumter, South Carolina. By then we had already learned to get rooms by stopping at around five in the afternoon and hunting for a place to stay for the night. From then on Jinny and I had al ways been lucky in securing a room either in hotels or motels. A motel is an auto court wi^h ho tel facilities. We heard our first Sunday mass during this trip, in the Georgia cathedral, Savanna. The old Southern homes with their grilled iron balconies and porticos re minded us very much of home. After lunching at De Soto Hotel we loitered around the city, sent souvenir cards to friends and went on to Brunswick for gas and a cup of coffee. We drove in late into Jacksonville, Florida, that night I called up Oscar at his apartment and he immediately di rected us to go to the Windsor ho tel whose Manager had been his patient at St. Vincent’s Hospital. A direct contrast to Washing ton’s bleak winter scene pervad ed in Florida. There were flow ers galore, men and women in light suits and colorful dresses. Oscar proved a very good host. He took us around, showed us what Jacksonville had to offer and brought us to his friends’ homes where we were entertained. At Dr. Morris’ home Oscar asked that the record of our Broadcast over WWDC station in Washing ton, D.C. be played. The Amer icans present were just too curious to hear what Jinny and I had to say on “Should Filipinos adopt American Customs?”, the subject of the broadcast. We stayed there four days, time enough to do the inevitable shopping, the visits to the Foun tain of Youth discovered by Ponce de Leon, to the oldest house and schoolhouse in the U.S., to the Leche shrine, too. We also in dulged in the luxury of the fa shionable horse carriage which gave immeasurable delight to tourists. I was not particularly impressed as I had not yet forgot ten the unpleasant rides I had in them during the Japanese occupa tion in the Isands. Our next destination was Ocala, Fla. where a little way off was Silver Springs—Florida’s Interna tional attraction because of its underwater fairyland. Riding in glass-bottomed boats we saw the hidden beauty of Nature under neath. Our car needed some mi(Continued on page 32) PAGE 8 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL Rehabilitation Of The NATIONAL LIBRARY READ OF A BRIGHT PLAN By Jose Arcellana Wherein people may keep ON READING IN THE FACE OIF THE PRESENT DEARTH OF READING MATTER. “MAN DOES NOT LIVE BY BREAD ALONE” REMINISCENCE is all that is left of the Philippine Na tional Library. Book lovers sigh every time they pass the rtiins of the Legislative building which, once upon a time, housed one of the richest libraries' in the Far East. The Philippine National Library before the war had 733,099 volumes worth P5,727,545. For its 19 branches scattered all over the Philippines, 1 1 6,099 books were circulated or loaned to the public, while the rest was with the central library in Manila. Because of the war, 696,492 volumes valued at P3,727,545 were lost. Out of the 617,000 volumes of books in the central library, only 17,122 volumes were recover ed while from all the other branches a .total of 20,075 volumes were saved by the Salvage Com mittee headed by Dr. H. Otlev Bayer. ceeded to open up the library pro per with the assistance of Tiburcio 'Tumaneng, Leoncio Cruz and Herminio Cayton. In such a small and undignified place the library was cramped un til a few months ago the space eveh became smaller when the bu reau of supply and the bureau of audits moved over to the Bilibid The archives division which took compound, and finally when the care of 7,000,000 pieces of docu- donations from the United States ments pertaining to the Spanish started coming, the Philippine Naregime dating as far back as the tional Library was forced to move 16th century has reported that it the archives division at the sacriis practically intact. The gallery Ace of the three-century old docuof arts and history division con- ments which are brittle, taining 10,000 museum specimens Everything is ready now at the was a total loss except for 14 library to resume its pre-war actipaintings loaned to Malacanan. vities but due to lack of space, the It was reported 'that the book circulation department cannot value of the loss of the museum function. specimens including the Victorino In the mornings, nobody can Mapa collection of precious jewels, ever concentrate reading in the coins and medals could be esti- supposedly reading room because mated at around P500,000. just at the other side of the partiSoon after the liberation, the tion board the bureau of supply National Library was organ- holds its bidding. ized on March 15, 1945 with The library employes are mostoffices at the Old Bilibid com- ly not civil service eligibles and pound. Luis Montilla who was ap- they are all temporary. The reapointed as officer in charge pro- son for this is that the old em What would avid readers like these library-addicts do with out a public library and a reading room? ployes are slow in coming. The was said that the city libraries average salary of the employe is shall be better off, as they can P30 basic pay plus P50 living expect more for appropriations bebonus. cause the city councilors will be Last April to June, lectures on more interested and they will have elementary library science which a greater sense of ownership, include cataloguing and classifica- Before the war the National tion had to be given the new em- Library had a foreign exchange ployes one hour everyday in or- service with 70 countries but preder to acquaint them with the sently it has only 40 and mostly work. with the United States. At present, the Philippine Na- To date around 8,000 volumes tional Library has been relieved of of bound and unbound documents the city branches which are in have already been received from Tondo, Sampaloc, Paco, Quiapo, the US Congress Library which and Sta. Cruz. The city govern- Philippine National Library which ment has taken them over with is the depository library of the Mrs. Isabel de Santos as the sup- United States. ervising librarian and at the same Donations to the National Liin charge of the city central li- brary from different sections of brary in the City Hall. Because of this separation, it (Continued on page 31) DECEMBER 31, 1946 PAGE 9 YYly MOTHER’S Whom By Emigdio A- Enriquez A serenade would sometimes be resorted ‘to cheer up my mother when other thihgs failed . . . MOTHER has a chronic ljJL illness that is strange. It comes upon her in spells and every time we think it is the end. She complains from a toughness in her stomach that rises and falls with her every breath. Her face contorts with agony and she in vokes all the saints of her ac quaintance. She sighs ceaseless ly. Sometimes I say to her: “Mother, will you please try not to sigh, especially at night? Peo ple might think we are keeping a ghost in the house.” She sighs and laughs between her sighs. “If I do not sigh my breath will snap.” IF THERE ARE THINGS THAT ARE STRANG ER THAN FICTION THIS IS IT. A MODERN STORY ABOUT A MODERN AILMENT Often the neighbors come to the house and fuss around her all anxious to help relieve her of her torments, but they end up in cross ing their arms and standing at a respectful distance because there is nothing anyone can do and their bodies exude too much warmth it only serves to worsen her. At times we give her a sponging of warm water and then she is relieved. But at times, too, she complains from too much heat inside her body that an applica tion of some more heat upon her body is simply intolerable. When the spells come, she is restive. She can never lie down quietly and war, or myself will have to get a regular winnower and swing it up and down over her, careful not to swing it too close lest she ima gine the chaff of rice spreading over her. We engaged a doctor whose ma nifest solicitousness for her recov ery worked a hopeful change over her. She said one day: "The doc tor is very nice to me; I think I will get well.” She began to get the spells less and less frequently. One day the doctor left for Ma nila on business without notifying her. She looked forward to his every-other-day visits eagerly for a whole week and was sadly disap pointed when he did not show up. Then when we told her we heard the doctor had left temporarily, she did not like it. She said the doc tor did not want to see her re cover after all. When the doctor came back from Manila, he brought all kinds of patent remedies for her. She took the medicines du tifully but as she said, she knew it would not do her any good, the spells repeated themselves to ra pid succession. My mother has approached death many times in the past. There was that time-up in the hills when the trainees, as we then called our soldiers, were still fighting our enemies at the foot of the hills. The neighbors had come to the house and lamented over her dire condition. Such a woman, an old old teacher of so many now im portant men and women of the town. Who would think she would so be found. In better times her funeral would be mammothly at tended and she would be laid down to rest in pomp and impressive ceremonies. May be one of the law yers who had learned his ABC’s under her would not need to be persuaded to make a fitting eujogy. But unfortunately now, maybe, and may the Good God not con sent it, she would be buried in the unblessed sod of the mountains. Were there any pieces of board /'Continued on page 30) wait for the spells to pass. She gets up and walks and clings to the wall and sits down and gets up again and lies down very much like the way I saw my sister-inlaw do directly before she was delivered of a baby. And there is always someone to constantly fan her. Fanning her with an ordinary Japanese pa per fan or an abaca fan or an improvised cardboard fan will not do. One of the maids, or my big fat brother, or my big fat sister, my slim reedy sister-in-law, the little lame orphan girl my moth er adopted from her poor rela tions up in the hills during the PAGE 10 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL Come in, NEW YEAR THIS ATTITUDE AGAINST NEW YEAR’S DOESN’T HAPPEN BY ACCT* DENT, BECAUSE IT IS A PHILOSOPHY OF LIFE THAT IS NOT EASY TO ATTAIN. By Oscar Nepomuceno THERE IS an old superstition to the effect that next to Christmas, New Year’s is the best day of the year. Of course it isn’t next to anything: New Year’s is the best. No, this sourpuss is not one of those sticks-in-the-mud that nobody gave anything to last Christmas. He got his share of gifts, from a ten-centavo greeting card sent by a short-story writer to a five-pound ham from an ex-boot black whose wife he (this sourpuss, of course) helped get in the society news. Still he (well, you know who, by this time) would not put Christmas before New Year’s. just himself. Should he shoot the etiquette makers? Of course not. By this time they have be come sacrosanct, like godfathers, rich aunts, and school-days pic tures. So, what Man does is in vent an occasion, a big one. And that’s New Year’s. Don’t let anyThere are a lot of things about New Year’s that make it what it is—the best holiday in the year. Of course you are likely to have a hangover after it, but Christmas not only sometimes leaves you a hangover too; it always gives you a tummv-ache. And one more thing: On New Year’s no one sends you lousy greeting cards. New Year’s is a day of bright hope. It gives you a feeling of adventure, like a girl wearing a new dress or a middle-aged man wearing a new hat. You know perfectly well that it is one more year to add to your age. But since it is just beginning, you do not feel old. Just oldish. You could open that calendar pad you got last Christmas, riffle its pages, and say to yourself, “Well, old man, you have 365 days to live before you get a year older. Why worry?” The guys with the five-dollar words could tell you a lot about the implications of New Year’s. Even we who have not read any thing heavier than the poems of C. M. Vega, have a sneaking sus picion that it is a very old holi day, full of hoary implications (we’ll look that up in the dictio nary), and all that. Although we could not tell you right off what the origins are be hind the noise-making and the general revelry, we concede it must have something to do with the planets. And when you'speak as a layman, that includes every thing in the sky. Maybe it was an Inca hailing the new course of the sun that started everything, or maybe it was just a primordial GI going on a bender. In any event, the religious or emotional release which used to be necessary for a very high purpose in the days of the cave dwellers has come down to us jn the form of a very pro fane, pleasant custom—suspend ing all notions of decorum and the anti-noise ordinance in the interval between nightfall and early morning of New Year’s. This works very well, or it wouldn’t be tolerated up to the present. If there had been no New Year’s in which normally sedate people could cut up, some one would have been bound, soon or late, to invent an excuse for raising Cain on the town, any way. Man (and, to the professors, that includes women and children) is a long-suffering animal. He will invent the profession of writ ing books on good manners, so that he can, sadist-like, inflict corporal punishment on himself, perhaps in a subconscious effort to wipe out his sense of guilt (never mind where that nonsense comes from. You see, we too have been reading up lately). But he can stand only so much. After a while, he is ready to throw cau tion to the cliche heap, and be Dressed for the part, this tot likes New Year’s for reasons very different from the au thor’s. body tell you different. The Chinese, according to the non-Chinese writers on things Chinese, have a very sensible cus tom of beating drums and gongs during an eclipse to scare away whichever one of some ten-thou sand devils happens to be trying to gobble up the moon. Raising a noise on New Year’s is no less sensible than that. There is a lot of sense in it. In fact, it means nothing at all. That’s the beauti ful thing about the whole busiChristmas means a lot. In fact, it means so much that for the last fifty years or so writers have been harping on its meaning, and they are by no means through yet. That’s because it gets tied up with an incredibly large number of things. You can hardly think of Christmas without connecting it with some emotional or gastro nomical experience. It conjures memories, from walking around all night with a drunk to sitting on some rocks with a perfectly sober female. d That’s the whole trouble. You can’t enjoy any real peace and quiet if memories keep sneaking up on you. Let’s say you’re a successful tycoon (of course, all tycoons are successful, but never mind) and you are sitting around the Christmas tree with the kids. Then you think of that perfectly sober female on the rocks. That makes it hard for anyone to con centrate on any Christmas tree. You’re out on a limb, that’s all. But New Year’s—well, you can connect it with anything, or simp ly refuse to, at all. If the me mories don’t suit you, just un limber your flask and take a good swig. Before you know it, you are feeling so fine you can tackle all the memories you can conjure in the 60 minutes that a mighty swig is usually effective. After the effect wears off, another swig would probably be necessary. This process goes on and on until you reach that incomparable con dition known as “passing out” of “going under the table.” (You ought to be thankful you have a table to go under. Some people just sleep in the gutter). And when could you do that without being noticed or making an ass of yourself? Only on New Year’s. That’s why everybody likes it. DECEMBER 31, 1946 PAGE IT another and let it cling to the se cond. Pablito moved forward. "What makes the nails and the little pieces of iron oling to the blade of the knife?” he asked. “Oh,” Donato said. “Would you like to know? Well, if you must, I’ll tell you. It’s magic.” “Magic! What’s that?” “Magic is something one can not explain. This knife here possesses magical powers. This makes the nails and the little pieces of iron cling to it.” The boys were quiet for a while. They just looked at the knife with the nails and the “tiny black things” clinging to it. “Would you mind if I tried it myself?” Pablito said. “Sure, you can try it,” Donato tenants, stood on the back of his This knife here is something you carabao. have never seen before. Wait and see.” “Hey, everyone!" he shouted. “Hurry up with your carabaos! 1 He stooped and thrust the blade have something to show you— of the knife into the thick dust of something you’ve never seen be- the earth, then held it up. “Look!” forei” he said. The boys looked. Their eyes went wide. “What is it?” chorused three “Those tiny black things,” anor four of the boys. other one of the boys said with “Go on with you!” Donato said, excitement, “—they’re clinging to “I won’t tell anybody until you the blade of the knife!” have tethered your carabaos. I|K “Yes, aren’t they, pal?” Donato shall be under the duhat tree af-^said with truimph. ter I have tethered mine. If you “What are those tiny black want to see, you go there.” things?” Pablito asked. The boys drove their carabaos “They say they are ilittle pieces to a run and when they reached of iron,”* Donato replied. He the pastureland, they tethered paused. “But you haven’t seen them as last as they could. Then all, friends,” he continued. “You they hurried to the duhat tree, haven’t seen all!” He really looked Everybody liked Pablito. Pablito was the only child of Cung Isiong, one of the sixty-oad tenants of Indang Mameng. Pablito was adored very much by his parents. But it was not because he •was an only child. It was because he was such a good child—kindly and lov ing. All of the village folk, composed mostly of the ten ants of Indang Mameng and their families, adored him, too. Even Indang Mameng, who did not usually taxe kindly to children of peas ants, liked him. Pablito was nine years old and he was in the fourth grade of the village elemen tary school. Pablito was not exactly brilliant but he was well above average. This, to gether with his adorable qualities, endeared him to both his teacher and class mates. MA GNE T As a matter of fact, Cung Isiong was quite proud of his son. “That son of yours, partner,” one of the peasants said one day, “—he will be great some day.” “I think he has possibilities,” he answered.' "I wish him to be come a lawyer some day...” “A lawyer!” the peasant ex claimed. “A lawyer among us! God-almighty, that would be great!” “I wish, though,” Cung Isiong rejoined, “that we were rich, so we could really send him to study to become a lawyer—instead of just dreaming like this.” Since Pablito went to school in the morning only, he helped his father and mother in the after noons and during Saturdays and Sundays do any work that his little hands were capable of do ing. But most of the time he pastured their one carabao. In the afternoons, when his father would be through working with it, he would go with the other boys of the village to the pastureland near the Waig, about one kilo meter east of the village. The pastureland was really a wide riceland* planted during the rainy season but left vacant the rest of the year. ONE Saturday afternoon, while on their way to the pasture land, Donato, son of one of the By Bienvenido Agdeppa SYMBOLIC OF THE ALL-POWERFUL MAGNET OF FATE IS THE “MAGIC” KNIFE IN THIS 'STORY OF FORCES BEYOND OUR CONTROL SO CAP ABLY TOLD. When Pablito reached the duhat tree, several of the boys were al ready there, huddled around Do nato. Pablito quietly looked on. Donato dipped his hand in his pocket, then held it up. “Look,” he said proudly, as though he were a magician performing tricks. “Oh, is that what you were go ing to show us?” one of the boys said, disappointment in his tone. “Yes," Donato replied, grinning. “It’s just a knife,” the boy said. “We have seen lots of knives be fore.” “Maybe you have,” Donato coun tered. “But this knife isn’t just a knife. It isn’t an ordinary knife. like a magician this time. He thrust his hand again in his pocket and took out a piece of one-inch nail. He held its head about a half-centimeter from the blade of the knife and let it go. The nail literally jumped to the blade and clung there. It went swinging to and fro like a pendu lum but it did not fall off. Excitement was great. Someone gasped. Mouths opened and re mained thus for quite a time. Eyes went wider. EXCITEMENT was even great er when Donato took another nail and let it cling to the free end of the first nail. It dangled but would not fall off. Then he took said. He took off the nails from the blade of the knife and wiped off the “tiny black things”. He handed the knife and nails to Pa blito. Pablito held one of the nails to the blade of the knife a half-cen timeter away. The nail jumped to the blade and clung. Then he made the three nails cling to gether, end on end, the way Do nato did. “Here, let me try it myself,” another one of the boys said. Pablito passed the knife and nails on to him. The boys played with the “ma gic” knife the whole afternoon. Altogether, it was an enjoyable afPAGE 12 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL temoon for them. When the boys went home, Pa blito drove his carabao beside Do nato’s. “Will you lend me your knife for one day, Donato?” he asked. “Sure,” Donato said. “But make sure it’s for one day only.” The next day, when Donato went to claim his knife, Pablito want ed to borrow it for another day. But Donato was adamant. Pablito had to return the knife. “Where did you get your knife, Donato?” he asked. “My big brother gave it to me,” Donato replied. “Did he buy it?” “I don’t know.” “Could I buy a knife like yours, Donato?” “You could, but it won’t have the powers of this one.” “Is it possible to get a knife with the powers of yours?” “Well,” Donato reflected. “May be you could.” “How?” “You could buy an ordinary knife in the market. Once I heard my big brother talking to another big boy and it seems that if you place the blade of a knife on the rail and have it run over by the train, the knife would take on magical powers.” “Are you sure it would, Dona to-?” “I think it would. If you wish you buy a knife and 1111 help you go to the railroad.” “I think I will,” Pablito said. “But not now. I have no money.” “Why don’t you ask from your mother?” “I won’t. My mother said not to spend our money. We need it to buy food and clothes.” The . next day Pablito confronted Tang Adio, the village zacatero, on the street. ' “How much do you sell the that much grass, Tang Adio?” he asked. The old man dropped his load on the ground and straightened As the train approached the knife was dislodged from its perch so Pablito went back to the rail to fix it . . . he must have a magic knife at all cost. Then the train came grumb. ling by. his back. stone. Then they stood off a few “Eighty centavos at the least, feet from the rail to wait. son,” he replied. “Why?” “If I gather grass, Tang, would Soon a black speck was seen in you help me sell it?” the distance. T “Sure, my lad. Why not?” “Here it comes now, Pablito,” Donato said. “It won’t be long TIE afternoon of the next day, now before you will have your after he had tethered his ca- magical knife.” rabao, PabU'ito gathered grass, After several moments the instead of playing with the other black speck was no longer just a boys under the duhat tree. And speck. It had grown much larger early the following morning he and its form could already be reweht with Tang Adio to the main cognized. The two boys waited, highway to sell his grass. Pablito, They watched the knife on the being able to carry less, received rail. less than Tang Adio. He was Then unexpectedly the stone paid only fifty centavos for this support of the knife collapsed, grass. The knife slipped off the rail and For five days Pablito gathered fell on the ground. and sold grass. After the fifth day "Oh,” Pablito cried and ran to he had two pesos and fifty cen- fix it. He tried to put back the tavos. This he thought enough to knife in its former position but he buy a knife. had difficulty in standing the The morning of the next day, it stone support. At this time the being Saturday, he and Donato train was already iust a hundred went to town. They bought a yards by knife like Donato’s. "Pablito, hurry!” Donato “When are we going to the rail- shouted, amidst the din of the on road, Donato?” Pablito asked on coming train. "It’s coming! The the wav home. train is coming!” “It’s too late now. We’ll go to morrow morning. Anyway, to morrow is Sunday. A train passes by at nine thirty.” Sunday morning they started early for the railroad. The rail road was only about jhree kilo meters from the village but there was no road leading directly to it. They had to pas3 across wide fields. When they reached it the time was about nine o’clock. They had to wait for the train for a half-hour. While waiting, they played with Donato’s knife. “When my knife shall have taken on magical powers,” Pa blito said, “I won’t have to bor row yours any longer.—By the way, do we have to take off the blade from the handle when we place it on one of the rails?” “It would be better if we did,” Donato said. They tried to take off the blade of Pablito’s knife from it’s handle but they could not with their bare hands. “We don’t have to take it off,” Donato said, after they had fail ed. “We’ll just place the blade on the rail in a diagonal position and support the handle with a piece of stone.” “I think we had better place it now,” Pablito said. “All right,” said Donato. Donato looked for a stone as long as the width of the rail and they placed the knife in the po sition they wanted. They support ed the handle with the piece of A moment later, however, Pa blito was able to replace the knife. He stood up and started to run to where Donato was. But his foot struck a stone. And he slipped. He fell astride on the rail. The train came splashing by. PABLITO’S mother moved in slow even movements, as though her mind was not in the things she was doing. She took the knife, regarded it a while, then in sudden decision opened it. She took the three pieces of nails in her hand and held one of them to the blade of the knife about a half-centimeter off. The nail drew to the blade and clung there. Then she took another of the nails and let it cling to the free end of the first nail. Finally, she took the third, and this she made cling to the second. She regarded the sight for a while. Presently she took the nails off one by one, and these she put into the envelope containing “tiny black things”. She closed the knife and, together with the envelope, put it into a small card board box. She closed the box. She stood holding the box with both hands, as though it were a breakable thing and she was afraid to let it fall, and remained thus for a while. Then, slowly and with infinite care, she put the box on the side of the mangled body on the floor. DECEMBER 31, 1946 PAGE 13 ‘SEEMS TO ME (Continued from page 7) World Fellowship meeting at the YWCA one Saturday afternoon, he said that unless the youth became mentally averse to war and inwardly attached to the ways and art of peace, the threat of war would always hang like a pall over mankind’s head. He deplored the fact that right after the world had gone through the most hor rible war in history it already started to talk about a possible third world war as though that were a part of an inevitable cycle of human affairs. • AND WHILE we are on the subject of youth, it seems to me that ,the Washington Conference which opened yesterday on juvenile delinquency may do something to solve this heart-breaking, head splitting problem. Incidentally, we are being represented in the con ference by Mrs. Genoveva de Guzman of the Philippines Health and Public Welfare department. Raising the penalty for juvenile delinquency, or lowering the age of majority in order that the young delinquents may be prose cuted criminally as adults are heartless, untenable measures. Let me quote from an article on the subject: “Few teen-agers are incor rigible. In San Francisco, a port of embarkation where the popula tion soared and transients poured in by tens of thousands during the war year, juvenile delinquency was kept to a minimum. Of 3,000 youthful offenders in 1945, Judge Teresa Meikle and probation officer George Osoke rehabilitated 2,987, sending only 1 to prison. These officials are concerned, not with punishing a crime but with saving a child.” • THE last meeting of the Home Service Committee of the Philip pine Red Cross, Mrs. Sofia de Veyra took occasion to deplore the sad plight of the Filipino war widows and orphans. She said that often they would go from place to place, not knowing what to do, following a news item they had read regarding benefits to be given out to them. They are told by one informant that the place is Malacanan, or the City Hall, by another that it is the Auditor’s Office, or the Bureau of Health. They go about thumbing thenpapers or even offering to pawn them, just so they can tide over the difficult times. The Committee discussed the reasons for the lack of coordination of movement nf the agencies charged with the giving out of relief. Mrs. Minerva G. Laudico, director of the Home Service Committee, said that one reason is the untimely publicity given to news about relief. The war widows and orphans read the news items and, without enough information, because really there isn’t any yet, go the rounds of offices to get much-needed help. It might be suggested, therefor, that these agencies desist from giving undue publicity to incomplete information, biding the time when it can be completed as to the following: (1) benefit to be distri buted, (2) when (3) where (4) person to contact. For the present this bit of counsel may be given to war widows, orphans and disabled veterans: immediate emergency relief may be parcelled out to them at the War Relief Office at Tayuman. The person to see is Miss Catalina Galvez. The help may extend to sometime, if the applicant deserves it. Incidentally, Dr. Villarama of Health and Welfare and not Mrs. Quezon, heads the War Relief Office. Mrs. Quezon heads the Philippine Red Cross. As for free legal advice and help, these war widows and or phans may go to the Philippine Women Lawyers’ Association, whose present headquarters, pending better ones, is the Bureau of Public Welfare, San Rafael St. The person to look for is Atty. Gertrudis R. Cabangon. There is no need for any war widow or orphan to go chasing after a heartless shyster who will just as soon as not take the camisa off her back and off her children’s to obtain his ill-begot ten fees. All these needy people need do is to go to Mrs. Cabangon (or to Mrs. Laudico of the Philippine Red Cross who will direct them to Mrs. Cabangon too) and everything they must have to make good their claims will be given them. Considering what kind of soldiers, the husbands and fathers of these' bereaved people had shown themselves to be, nothing we can do, who have not supposed as much as they, can ever be enough. Major General A. M. Jones, head of the U.S. Military Mission has called them “great soldiers,” adding, “I am deeply indebted to them and my government is indebted to them as well.” We all know General MacArthur’s high opinion of the Filipino soldiers, which Maj. General George F. Moore shares. Anything they can do forthose people whom these soldiers left behind they promised they would do. I hope they will also straighten out the problem of discrimina tion of pay between American and Filipino service-men. In the memory of these same soldiers, these generals will also try to ease up the tension between the American soldiers and the Filipino civilians. During the liberation it will be recalled that pamphlets were given out from General MacArthur’s headquarters advising the American G.I.’s on how to deal with Filipinos. After the Philippine independence Ambassador McNutt took time to tell his fellow countrymen here the customs and mores of the country, the sensitiveness and single pride of the people, their sense of per sonal and national dignity. The injunctions may have done good, but not enough good. There were instances, not so long ago, for tunately diminishing now, than goodness, of rude treatment, or even maltreatment, of Filipinos by G.I.’s. Fortunately we have with us now, a man like General Moore who seems to know how to tackle the problem. “I am going to try as part of my job as a soldier,” he said, “to somewhat educate the American soldiers on Philippine problems before he even comes here. They will be indoctrinated on the customs, mode of life, culture of the Filipinos by someone who knows this country thoroughly.” Then, he continued, the soldier will be trained for a short period in the rural districts of the Philip pines before he is allowed to take up duty in Manila. It seems to me that with such a sympathetic approach to the problem it cannot but be solved. Surely after these many, many years of Filipino-American friendship a problem involving only a number of-individuals from the two countries cannot, must not, be allowed to disturb the affectionate relations. • Seems to me that Virginio Santos Cruz chose a very felicitious moment to usher his favorable point of view on cooperatives. He said: “It is worth reflecting on this business of cooperatives by think ing of the Biblical wisdom about cooperation: Two are better than one; because they have a good reward for their labor. For if they fall, the one will lift up his fellow; but woe to him that is alone when he falleth; for he hath not another to help him up.” He went on to give a bird’s-eye-view of cooperatives io the Philippines, how it gained considerable momentum in 1941, the year of the war, which gave it also a crushing blow; how the neighbor hood associations during the Japanese administration tried to re vive it—he did not speak of the difficulties and the anomalies that went with these associations, however. Came liberation and with it a new lease of life for cooperatives. There was a rush to organize city and provincial cooperatives— again the selfishness and cupidity of man rushed in too—unscrupu lous managers and presidents undermined the cooperative movement in these places and it just flopped down and died quietly.’ Now with the move for the nationalization of retail trade, a network of cooperatives (producers’ and consumers’) can be spread throughout the country and the people can be taught the advanced stages of cooperatives philosophy. Cooperative schools may even be established to train men and women in specific trades and cooper atives management. It will be recalled that the Snows (Edgar Snow and his wife Nym Wales) did much for the cooperative system in China. China is made up of people more individualistic and less cooperative— spirited than we are. Yet the cooperative idea caught hold of its people perhaps because the Chinese is essentially a philosopher and the cooperative philosophy is a logical—“a threefold and is not (Continued on page 25) PAGE 14 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL Friends In America ITS PRESIDENT captured by the Japanese and still among the missing, and its secretary grilled and tortured, the National Federation of Philippine Women’s Clubs has emerged from the war battle-scarred and homeless but still functioning. Wartime hardship and adven tures were told yesterday to Alta Mira Women’s Club and guests yesterday by Mrs. Trinidad Legarda, the new president, and Miss. Mercedes Evangelista, exe cutive secretary, stopping here en route to New York, where they will participate in the Interna tional Assembly of Women next month. For her part in smuggling food, letters and medical supplies to American prisoners in the Phil ippines during the occupation, Miss Evangelista was twice cap tured and tortured and once senWomen delegates to the Interna tional Conference, UNO. photo graphed in the gardens of Mrs. Evelyn Walsh McLean, New York. Mrs. Legarda, hatless, may be dis cerned in the left wing. tenced to death as a spy. She told how the federation did what it could to aid prisoners in the camps without the knowledge of the guards. Mrs. Antonio Escoda, who head ed the federation at the outbreak of the war, was captured with her husband, a Manila newspaperman, and has not been heard from since, Miss Evangelista reported. Local clubwomen remember Mrs. Escoda as a visitor here in 1939 for the Golden Gate International Exposition and the California Federation convention that year in Oakland. Only “one little post’’ remains of the federation building in Ma nila and all records, equipment and funds are gone, Mrs. Legalda revealed in an appeal to Amer-' ican clubwomen to help in the tremendous job of caring for ve terans, orphans and the destitute. “Words cannot describe the de struction in our city,’’ she said. “It looks like a child’s toy city smashed in a fit of rage.’’ In spite of the fact that most of the destruction came during the liberation rather than during the occupation, r’ilipinos hold the strongest friendship toward the Americans and look upon MacAr thur almost as a god, she said. During the occupation Tojo him self complained that 95 per cent of the population was pro-Amer ican and the other 5 per cent un decided. Also honored at yesterday’s luncheon, attended by nearly 100, was Mrs. Benjamin F. Warmer of Ontario, president of the Califor nia Federation of Women’s Clubs, in the Bay area for the State board meeting now in progress in San Francisco. The 800,000 federated club women of the Philippine Isands gave up their usual activities dur’ ing the war with Japan to devote their energies to?care of wounded veterans and to aid for prisoners of war. Mrs. Trinidad Fernandez-Legarda, president of the National Fe deration of Women’s Clubs of the Philippines, is in San Francisco this week en route to New York to attend the International Assem bly of Women. She told the story of her organization’s war work yesterday at the meeting the State board of the California Fe deration of Women’s Clubs. “We even put a mortgage on our own clubhouse in Manila to get funds to aid the prisoners of war,” she said. "We served as nurses’ aids in the hospitals'and we visited the wounded. The Jap anese tried to wean us to them, but they did not succeed. Our girls did everything they could for the American prisoners of war —gifts of cigarettes, bananas and other treats were tossed to them right under the noses of the Jap anese.” Mrs. Legarda described Manila as "the worst devastated city of the war. The Japanese system• ticallv destroyed the school buildings when they left, and thousands of homes and b.iildings were razed in the bombing. “Our greatest need now is housing,” she said. “Whole fami lies are living in little tempora ry dwellings and the ruins of bombed-out buildings. What (Continued on page 28) DECEMBER 31, 1946 PAGE 15 A BRIGHT-EYED woman, whose Sparkle was rather m.or'e of intelligence, appr'oachcd me at a party one afternoon and said, . “Why do you hate women, Mr. Thurberg?’’ I quickly adjusted my fixed grin and denied that I hated women; I said I did not hate women at all. . But the question remained with me, and I discovered when I went to bed that night that I had been subconsciously listing a number of reasons I do hate in wo men. It might be interesting—at least it will help pass the time —to set dow.n these reasons, just as they came up out of my subconscious. In the first place, I hate women because they always know where things are. At first blush, you plight think that a per verse and mer’ely churlish reason for hating women, but it is not. Naturally, every man enjoys having a woman around the house who knows where his shirt studs and his briefcase are, and things like that, but he detests having a woman around who knows where everything is, even things that are of no importance at all, such as, say, the snapshots her husband took three years ago at Elbow' Beach. The husband has never’ known where these snapshots were since the day they were developed and printed;* he hopes, in a vague way, if he thinks about them at all, that after three years they have been thrown out. But his wife knows where they are, and so do his mother, his grandmother, his great-grandmother', his daughter, and the maid. They could put their’ fingers on them in a moment, with that quiet air of superior knowledge which makes a man feel that he is out of touch with all the things that count in life. The Case Age By James Thurber wife favors her husband with a nameless fear). “Look for yourfaint smile (the one that annoys self!” he snarls. The wife does him most of all her smiles) and, not look. She says with quiet reiterates that the snapshots are coldness, “What is that you have in the upper right-hand drawer of in your hand?” What he has in the desk. ' He simply didn’t look, his hand turns out to be an inthat’s all. The husband knows surance policy and an old bankthat he looked; he knows that he book—and the snapshots. The prodded and dug and excavated wife gets off the old line about in that drawer and that the snap- what it would have done if it had shots simplv are not there. The been a snake, and the husband wife tells him to go look again is upset for the rest of the eveand he will find them. The hus- ning; in some cases he cannot band goes back and looks again— keep anything on his stomach for the guests can hear him growling twenty-four hours. "and cursing and rattling papers. Another reason I hate women Then he shouts out from the next (and 1 am speaking, I believe, for room. “They are not in this draw- the American male generally) is A man’s interest in old snap shots, unless they are snapshots of himself in action with a gun a fishing rod, or a tennis racquet, languishes in about two hours. A woman’s interest in old snapshots, particularly of groups of people, never languishes; it is always there, as the years roll on, as strong and vivid as it was right at the start. She remembers the snapshots when people come to call, and just as the husband, having mixed drinks for every body, sits down to sip his own, she will say, “George, I wish you would go and get those snapshots we took at Elbow Beach and show them to the Murphys.” The hus band, as I have said, doesn’t know where the snapshots are; all he knows is that Harry Murphy doesn’t want to see them; Harry Murphy wants to talk, just as he himself wants to talk. But Grace Murphy says that she wants to see the pictures; she is crazy to see the pictures; for one thing, the wife, who has brought the subject up, wants Mrs. Murphy to see the photo of a certain costume that the wife wore at Elbow Beach in 1933. The husband final ly puts down his drink and snarls, “Well, where are they, then?” The wife, depending on her mood, gives him either the look she re serves for spoiled children or the one she reserves for drunken workmen, and tells him he knows perfectly well where they are. It turns out, after a lot of give and take, the slightly bitter edge of which is covered by forced laughs, that the snapshots are in the upper right-hand drawer of a certain desk, and the husband goes out of the room to get them. He comes back in three minutes with the news that the snapshots are not in the upper right-hand drawer of the certain desk. With out stirring from her chair, the The woman always knows where everything is and she wears that quiet air of superior knowledge which ■makes a man feel that he is out of touch with all things that count in life. To persons who deal tn nickels and dimes, she hands a five hundred dollar bill to change. She loses gloves in restaurants and makes the poor escort crawl under the tables to look for them. This alone can explain a woman-hater. er, just as I told you, Ruth!” The wife quietly excuses herself and leaves the guests and goes into the room where her husband stands, hot, miserable, and de fiant—and with a certain name less fear in his heart. He has pulled the desk drawer out so far that it is about to fall on the floor, and he points at the dis array of the drawer with bitter triumph (still mixed with that that in almost every case where there is a sign reading “Please have exact change ready,” a wom an never has anything smaller than a ten-dollar bill. She gives ten-dollar bills to bus conductors and change men in subways and other such persons who deal in nickels and dimes and quarters. Recently, in Bermuda, I saw a woman hand the conductor on the little railway there a bill of such PAGE 16 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL inst Women THE FEMALE OF THE SPECIES WHO READS THIS MAY SMILE THE1 SUPERIOR SMILE THAT IS HER PRIVILEGE THE WHILE: SHE ADMITS TO HERSELF THE POSSI BILITY THAT THE POOR FELLOW MIGHT BE RIGHT AT THAT. huge denomination that I was ut terly unfamiliar with it. I was sitting too far away to see exact ly what it was, but I had the feeling that it was a five-hundred-dollar bill. The conductor merely ignored it and stood there waiting—the fare was just one shilling. Eventually, scrabbing around in her handbag, the woman found a shilling. All the men on the train who witnessed the transaction tightened up inside; that’s what a woman with a tendollar bill or a five-hundred does to a man in such situation—she ance, and the immediate evapora- I hate women because they tion from it of all humane qual- brought into the currency of our ity make the male shudder. He language such expressions as “all is likely to go to his stateroom righty” and “yes indecdy” and or his den or his private office and hundreds of others. I hate wornlock himself in for hours. I know en because they throw baseballs one man who surprised that look (or plates or vases) with the in his wife’s eyes and never after- wrong foot advanced. I marvel ward would let her come near him. that more of them have not brokIf she started toward him, he en their backs. I marvel that would dodge behind a table or a women who coordinate so well sofa, as if he were engaging in jn languorous motion, look uglier some unholy game of tag. That and sillier than a goose-stepper look, I believe, is one reason men when they attempt any form of disappear, and turn up in Tahiti violent activity. orjhe Arctic or the United States j had & 1(d of other notes jot. ted down about why I hate wom en, but I seem to have lost them That one is to the effect that I hate women because, while they never lose old snapanvthinp of that sort, They will bet they invariably lose one glove. 1 you that Alfred Smith’s middle believe that I have never gone anywhere with any woman in my whole life who did not lose one glove. I have searched for sincrowded restaurants and under the feet ■ie theaI have spent some part of night hunting for a If there were no the world for hatwould be. was suppos- enough. In fact, you can leave all the others out. tightens him up inside. The epi sode gives him the feeling that some monstrous triviality is threatening the whole structure of civilization. It is difficult to analyze this feeling, but there it is. Another spectacle that depress es the male and makes him fear women, and therefore hate them, is that of a woman looking anoth er woman up and down, to see what she is wearing. The cold, flat look that comes into a wom an’s eyes when she does this, the swift coarsening of her countenI (to quit hiding behind the generalization of “the male”) have been faithful to thee, Cynara,“after my fashion” instead of “in my fashion.” all, except one. shots or name is Olosius, instead of Ema nuel. They will tell you to take the 2:57 train, on a day that the 2:57 does not run, or, if it does run, does not stop at the station where you are supposed to get off. Many men, separated from a woman by this particular form of imprecision, have never showed up in her life again. Nothing so embitters a man as to end up in Bridgeport when he eo get off at Westport. gle gloves under tables in of people in darkened tres. every day or woman’s glove, other reason in ing women, that dlajML G. 'fyood TPla/ufal SfiaJL “The Martins are fighting again!’’ thought Jim, who lived lext door. He liked them both, and their fighting used to bother lim; but he had learned that after a good fight the Martins semed to be happier than ever. The Martins know the fight will end without a threat to thir marriage. Before things get too rough Sadie will start 'rjing, and then both will soon feel better. They were never' exloied to the disciplines of the “sweetncss-and-light” school of ferriage. They were never trained to count to ten before sayin the nasty word. AN OCCASIONAL SPAT MAY CON TRIBUTE TO THE ART OF GETTING ALONG IN MARRIAGE By Evelun Millis Duval and Reuben Hills Their open and aboveboard way of lashing out to release pcnUp emotions is probably the least dangerous of the forms of <mestic discord. There isn’t much cause for long-time misiderstandings. The troubles are taken up periodically and settleOn the spot. A rm dangerous form of con- but he rarely saves the mate from flict is e type of mutual des- pain in the long run. Inhibited, tractive^ which is never faced he builds up resentment within or clearlln(jerstood by either himself which eventually spills person, (th the misguided in-i over in some hostile act that tention deserving marital har- neither can understand. The mony oneay suppress his anger, husband who desn’t say a word when he is bawled out by his wife and forbear.” “The soft answer for not asking for a raise gains turneth away wrath.” Children nothing in understanding or re- were supposed to be seen and not lease by kicking her pet cat as he heard, the wife and mother was leaves the house to escape it all. supposed to be passive and longsuffering. Quarreling of any vaMany of us feel conscience- riety was evidence of the break- ' stricken after a marital spat. We down of patriarchal authority and still see marriage as the patiar- was to be quelled without delay, chai system which flowered in But there was much covert conPuritan New England. Out of flict, much unhealthy, hidden rethis period came our hundreds of sentment. maxims glorifying marital bliss That we are burdened today with and peace-and-quiet in the home: “Turn the other cheek.” “Bear 'Continued on page 33 1 DECEMBT^i 1946 PACE J7 Will it be a pastel future in daytime frocks for women? Look to these three sketches from Hollywood for an answer. Take the long-sleeved shirtmaker at right. Tucks regimented into de signs can go awry with an indiscreet choice of color. The clinging sheath next boasts a fab ulous neckline decor that can only be right on white ... or pale bonbon shades. Coming to the third sketch above, we have said nothing yet. Swathes and drap/s in a beautiful white i,mere we go again) whimsy. GLORII' IELI) GABI LEAVES make an original motif for this bouffant two-tiered fcrno worn by Corazon Viz carra Cor color scheme, let your potted gabi plant supple the inspiration. DECEMBER 31, 1946 PAGE 19 SLEEVE PROBLEMS (How To Refurbish Sleeves) A SMART and simple dress-up addition to a dress is a short sleeve made in the cross puff illustrated. This kind of sleeve should be applied only to an easy fitting armhole. If the armhole is too tight, cut a little deeper and proceed as follows: (1) Remove the old sleeve and measure the armhole of the dress; then measure the number of inches across the shoulder top of your arm—measure down a few inches on each side, using the shoulder seam as a guide. (2) Cut a straight piece of fabric twice the width of the shoulder top measurement and as long as the number of inches around the armhole, plus 2 inches. Fold the material after it has been cut to size, and cut off the short ends in a slant from about 2 inches at one end to no thing at the other. (3) Make a hand-rolled hem on the longest side of the fabric. Then take run ning stitches at each end of the material. Gather these ends so that they are no more than the width of the shoulder-top mea surement and fasten the stitches. Place one gathered end on top of the other gathered end and baste them together. (4) You are ready to fit the new sleeve. Pin it in place around the armhole making sure that the gathered sections are at the top. Try on the garment and if the sleeve fits sew the seam as for a regular sleeve. IF THE sleeves are torn at the armholes, say, cut the back or front of a dress, they can be put back in a broad armhole or a dif ferent type of armhole, which may mean re-cutting the shoulder seam. A piecing for the torn-out sleeve, or one too tight across the back, is an underarm treatment shaped to look like a jacket. In these adjustments it is wise to use a contrasting fabric — it can be the same color and different tex ture, or a contrasting color, or print. Outline the proposed alteration on the dress with basting or a row of pins. This will help you decide what kind of replacement will be1 most becoming. If you are insert ing a piece without a pattern, measure carefully and cut a pa per guide, allowing for seams. Baste the new fabric in place be fore you cut away the old ma terial underneath. If the sleeve is torn at the un derarm, first find out why the underarm tore. Did the fabric tear or split? Is the dress too tight? Is the sleeve too narrow to permit movement? If the sleeve is too narrow', set in a strip two inches w'ide along the entire length. Rip the underarm seam of the sleeve and of the blouse; lay the folded end of the dress fabric over the edge of this new strip of material. The insert should be tapered off, wide in the middle and narrow' at the ends. Or inserting a contrasting band from the neck edge to the hem of the sleeve. This will give ad ded Width to sleeves as well as added length to bodice. Make in sert look like a trimming. IF THE sleeves are torn at the elbow', insert crosswise bands t? cover the damage. Three of these bands will look like descriptive stripes especially if they come in different but harmonizing colors. Rip underarm seam, press flat and apply band or bands. Some blouses with tom sleeves are better left sleeveless. Cut off sleeve completely and make blouse into vests. Improve arm hole then pipe in contrasting fab ric or finish with bias tape. TREAT YOUR CLOTHES RIGHT THE CARE of clothing—clean ing, mending, and pressing —is a time consuming item in any household routine. A syste matic plan and a little expert knowledge can substantially re duce the number of hours requir ed for this task. Most homemakers know a great deal more about the care of wash able garments than about nonwashable ones. Spots on wools (your husband has woolen clothes) wool blends, silk, and cottons and rayons are perpetual trial. Know your dry cleaning establishment and stick to it. Or get a quick cleaning kit for home use. Fully as important as cleaning is the daily care of clothes— brdshing, correct hanging, correct pressing, mending ripped seams, replacing loose buttons, and oth er quick mending. Government chemists say that ‘spots should be removed while they are still wet, or as soon afterw'ard as possible; and there would be few' stubborn spots to cope with if this practice were fol lowed. Too often a spot is set by the wrong treatment, or a gar ment is pressed w'ithout cleaning, for “just one more wear” before it goes to the cleaner. The first necessity for imme diate removal of spots is to have the equipment handy. If the iron is in the kitchen, the ironing board tucked somewhere else and other cleaning paraphernalia now'here to be found, removing a spot be comes a monumental labor. ’If a place is made on the bedroom floor for an extra iron and iron ing board and a complete cleaning kit, every member of the family is more easily encouraged to attend to spots the moment they are dis covered. Heed these professional cau tions as to stains. Stains are har dened by exposure to wear; others grow' stubborn with ironing. Pro tein stains—from meat or milk— are permanently set by hot ’water. Other stains are permanently set by the alkali soaps used in wash ing. A drawer in every bedroom should contain a pincushion with threaded needles so that every PAGE 20 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL To echo the print in your dress have vari colored rib bons weave in and out the braid. Perch knot over ear, ribbon ends dangling gaily. J member of the family can take a few quick stitches during dress ing if he discovers a minor rip in the garment he wants to put on. A small rip should be overcast with a few stitches. Secure the thread with care and overlap a few of the stitches not ripped. This rip will never trouble you again. Buttons which hang by a thread should be sewed securely on the spot. It takes only a moment and prevents the loss of the button, sometimes a whole row of them. WHEN you put your hair up like this,, and you want to stud your pompadour with seed pearls, have the coif above for guide. Thread seed pearls through hairpins and stud them in a double row like this or dot all over. room of everything unnecessary and everything a child might trip over. Provide low, steady furni ture he can hang on to, such as a day bed or couch. As the child grows, you can add small furni ture; but while he is learning to walk, substantial furniture which will steady his footsteps is an as set. Movie Tidbit Shown in the above photo are Narding Anzures, Rosa Aguirre, a bit player qnd Angelo Castro in a scene from Philippine Pictures’ “Ang Estudyante.” Narding Anzures stars in this picture. Philippine Pictures has opened a contest on the “Outstanding Student of 1946” in connection with this film in which various high schools, colleges and universities are participating. TOTS’ NURSERIES PROVIDE a small washable rug, a little larger than the play pan. The rest of the room can be covered with oil cloth. Be sure there are low shelves within reach of a toddling child. If you stencil decorations on the wall or have panels or pictures, be sure to place them low. Even a baby’s eye is attracted to the bright de coration when it is low enough for him to see. Be sure the room has a comfortable chair for mother. It should be covered with a slip cover which will add color inter est to the room and be easily laundered too. The child’s crib can be in this room and a day-bed as well, with a matching cover that is boxed so it does not trip up unsteady little feet. Clear the The lightest cakes, cookies and pas tries for the success of weddings, birth days, and parties. § Fruit Cakes Wedding Cakes BiTthdav Cakes Cookies Pastries Sweets 1 8 8 8 FRISCO BAKERY Quality Products 1828-1830 Azcai raga Manila Free Home Delivery DECEMBER 31. 19JG PAGE 21 Place, them in a saucepan and cover with equal part of sherry wine and chicken stock, 1/2 cup olive oil and 1/2 cup sliced onions. Cover and give the bird a hard boiling. Simmer until birds are tender. By that time the liquid must be more than one-half eva porated. Chop stuffed olives to the amount of % cup and add to the pan. Let it boil for ten to fifteen minutes more and serve. Baked Chicken with Milk Chicken Pie 4 hard boiled eggs Salt to taste 1 cup of chicken stock Legs and breasts of 2 chickens 2 Spanish sausages cut in 4 pieces lengthwise Boil the bones of the chickens together with the gizzards until meat and gibblets are soft. Cut the legs and breasts of the chic ken into small pieces and place them in a pie dish. Lay the pieces of sausages over the slices of hardboiled eggs on the top of both. Cover the dish with pastry. Brush the top of pastry wih egg yolk diluted in 1 tablespoon water. Bake until browned. Chop the eggs fine. Make a sauce of the melted butter, then mix with the flour and seasoning, add the stock which should be add ed gradually. After it has boiled, add to the eggs and the other add to the chicken. .Arrange in alter nate layer in a buttered baking dish, cover with the crust and bake one-half hour in a moderate oven. Baked Chicken and Eggs 6 hard-boiled eggs 2 cups of chopped cooked chic ken 1-1/2 tablespoons butter 3-1/2 tablespoons flour 2 cups of chicken stock 1 teaspoon salt 1/4 teaspoon pepper 1/2 cup dry bread crumbs mix ed with 1 tablespoon of melted butter Chop the eggs fine. Make sauce of the melted butter, then mix with the flour and seasoning, and add the stock which should be add ed gradually. After it has boiled, add half to the eggs and the other add to the chicken. Arrange in al ternate layer in a buttered baking dish, cover with crumbs and bake one-half hour in a moderate oven. Snipes (Bird) with Stuffed Olives Dress and clean the birds. Prepare a chicken as for roast ing. Mix a dressing of bread crumbs moistened with butter, salt, and a little pepper. Stuff the chicken with this. Place it in a baker and put six cups of milk in the bottom of a pan. Cover and bake in a moderate oven until chicken is tender; turning and basting as often as necessary. Thicken the gravy in the pan and season it with salt. % cup sugar 1 teaspoon vanilla t tall can Libby's Evaporated Milk, chilled ' minutes. Baked Shrimps One and one-half cups of shrimps cut in small pieces; six tomatoes, two tablespoons butter, two slices of onions, one cup of bread crumbs, one-fourth cup cream and salt to taste. Remove the top of the tomatoes and scoop the pulp out. Melt the butter in the frying pan and fry the onion in it. Then add the to mato pulp and cook for ten mi nutes. Stir into mixture the bread crumbs and the cream and when it is thick, smooth paste, add the shrimps and cook for three mi nutes. Add salt and a little pep per, if desired, and put the mix ture in the tomato cases. They may be served in the raw cases, but if preferred, the tomatoes may be put in buttered baking dish and baked in the oven. Serve with toasted bread. Beat eggs. Add sugar and vanilla; con tinue beating until sugar is dissolved. Whip Milk very stiff. Fold in egg mix ture. Pour into cold freezing tray and freeze firm. Amount—One quart. Baked Talakiluk with Chees© 1 lb. fish 4 slices sailed pork 1/2 lb. cheese Salt and pepper Cut the salted pork in small pieces and spread them in an enamel ware or aluminum baking pan. Lay the fish on top of them with salt and pepper. Cover with cheese which has been previously grated. Bake for twenty-five Oyster Specialty Select two dozen large oysters and have ready as many pieces of thin strips of bacon. Fasten the edge of the bacon with a tooth pick. Place these pieces in a hot pan and brown on one side, turn and brown the other. Serve hot. Ham and Cheese Omelet 1/2 cup finely chopped cooked ham 1/2 cup grated cheese 6 eggs Beat eggs until light and mix in it the chopped ham and cheese. Grease a frying pan and pour mix ture over it. When cooked on one side turn and brown the other. Serve hot. Fillet te I’ork ribs with soft meal. Sprinkle some salt to taste. Let stand for an hour. Drain the salt water. Beat 3 eggs. Moisten the rips in lightly beaten eggs. Roll in crushed “Bizcocho” or bread crumbs. Fry in deep hot pork JhfL (jook'A. REC lard. Serve hot with Perrin’s sauce and ketchup. Crab Patties 3 tablespoons butter 4 tablespoons flour 2 cups crub meat 1 cup milk 1/2 cup bread crumbs 1 teaspoon finely chopped onion 1/2 teaspoon salt 1/4 teaspoon Worchestershire sauce Melt butter, add flour and mix well. Slowly add milk and cook until thick. Add remaining ingre dients. Cool and form into round patties. Roll in bread crumbs, dip in egg previously beaten and roll again in bread crumbs. Fry in deep hot fat and drain on absorb ent paper. Serve hot with the fol lowing sauce: To one cup mayonnaise dressing add ten small sweet pickles finely chopped and a teaspoon of minced parsley. Combine ingredients in order given.* Shake well. Serve over chopped ice. Sprinkle with nutmeg. Ajnount-Setves 2. PAGE 22 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL /Round, lAp &£. Hue VOS (Spanish Eggs) Buttered toast IPES Baked Shrimps Shell (> large shrimps (sugpo). Make a paste of ground liver and bacon (1 4 kilo of the former and 8 pieces of the latter), one small onion chopped fine, 1-1.2 cups bread crumbs and yolk of 2 eggs. Grease rather liberally a baking pan, arrange the paste on it so as to practically cover the bottom of the pan and lay the shrimps side by side. Bake in hot oven nicely browned. Serve with white sauce to which one tablespoon of lemon juice has been added. Galantina de Gallina Trufada Clean a chicken and remove the skin. Spread it out. and rub with white wine or sherry, salt and nutmeg.• Bone the chicken, sepa rate the breast and cut into long slices. Pass the rest of the meat through a grinder with 1/2 kilo veal, 1 cup bread crumbs soaked in milk, and 150 grams of bacon. Season with salt, pepper, and nut meg, white wine and three eggs. Pass through a sieve. Add equal quantities of lean ham, Vienna sausage and truffles. Use this for filling. Then shape the “galanti na”. Bind the two ends of the skin together. Wrap tightly in a napkin and cook in a saucepan with plenty of water, until cooked. Serve with aspic. Aspic: Pass a quantity of chic ken broth through a collander and add the yolks of two eggs beaten well. Set the broth over a fire. Add 12 pieces of fish fins for every liter of broth used. 1 /2 cup cooked sausage meat or boiled ham 1 /2 cup blanced almonds Tomato sauce 1/2 cup veal stock 1/3 teaspoon salt 1/4 teaspoon pepper G green peppers During the Holidays and all other days... LOOK TO LIBBY’S FOR PERFECTION 1 egg , Pass the veal and sausage meat or ham through the food chopper. Then season with salt and pepper. Chop the raisins and almonds coar sely. Moisten with the stock. Parboil the peppers, remove the seeds and white connecting tis sues and rub off the outer skin. Slit down the side so that they lie flat. Place a portion of the stuffing on each. Roll up and either tie or fasten with small wooden toothpicks. Beat the egg, add the flour to it, dip each pep per into this mixture and saute until brown in oil or other pre ferred frying fat. Serve hot with rich tomato sauce. Spanish Rice 2 tablespoons butter 1 z3 cup minced onion 1 pint stewed or canned toma2 good-sized green peppers, minced 1 cup unpolished rice 2 cups boiling water 1 teaspoon salt 1 /8 teaspoon pepper 6 eggs 2 tablespoons minced onions 2 tablespoons green pepper 1/2 cup chopped fresh tomatoes 1/2 teaspoon salt 1/8 teaspoon cayenne 2 tablespoons melted butter I teaspoon minced parsley / Cook the onion and gTeen pepper in the melted butter for 5 mi-, nutes. Add the tomatoes, salt, and cayenne. Cover closely and set on the back of the stove where they will keep hot but not cook. 1 y tne eggs on both sides. Place an egg on each round of toast. Pour hot sauce over it. Garnish with minced parsley. Relleno (Fried Stuffed Peppers) 1-1/2 cups cooked veal 1/2 cup seeded raisins Melt the butter. Add the onion and pepper and cook them until barely tender. Add the tomatoes and some water, add the season ings, bring to boiling point. Stir in the rice and cook until the latter is tender, about 36 minutes. LIBBY, McNHLL & LIBBY (PHIL.), !NC. MANILA PAGE 23 DECEMBER 31, 1946 table as a skirt marker, is to chalk the edge of the table. Then as you gradually turn, the chalk will be transferred to the skirt in a regular line. You must have a straight-edged table to do this; a rounded edge will give you a chalk line too broad to be ac curate. AT one time we passed on the tip about empty coffee jars for flower vases. We have found another use for them. You may have recently empty ones: they have every place in your sewing shelf. Alongside the boxes containing remnants let these glass jars stand as recep tacles for buttons, snaps, hooks and eyes and other oddments that come from ripping or remaking old clothes. THE hemline of your dress can either make or unmake you. Uneven hemline shows sloppiness. Here are pointers to achieve per fection: (1) Consider length of skirt in relation to current fashions and your own figure proportions. During the fitting use the same THE GIFT THAT style of shoe you intend to wear with the dress when finished. A variation in the height of your heels can make a great deal of J^ON’T laugh at the girl who collects magazine pictures of beautiful homes. She may not be able to afford anything like those rooms but she can glean ideas from them. The length and full ness qf the curtains, the color har mony, the arrangement of furni ture, the good taste in decora tions. THERE’S no telling about the postwar construction of hou ses especially here in Manila. A friend of ours live in a new accesoria with an old cement floor. Since the place was a take-it-orleave-it proposition, she took it as is. She had a thin layer of cement laid over the old pock marked floor. When this had thoroughly dried, she painted it to resemble a linoleum covering complete with designs and color. She used ordinary house paint. difference. (2) If you are fitting your own skirt and no helper is available, you can even your own hemline by placing a row of pins or chalk ing a line whereever the' table touches you at your arm. The table must be low enough so that the mark conies below the hipline. Measure from this mark to the hem of the skirt; and a uniform measurement from your chalkline to th(j hem, all the way around, will insure a straight skirt hang ing at an even distance from the floor. (3) Another way of using a of the junkman or thrown away with the garbage. This old tjrusty can iron certain fabrics which cur shining new flat iron can”t cope with. The explanation for this will yet be forthcoming, in the meantime we keep three kinds of flat irons: the time-tried char coal flat iron, the old dilapidated looking electric one and the new shining thing for which we paid a little fortune. HOME REPAIR WINDOW shades can now be repainted to look like new at small cost. Get a water-proo paint especially designed for painting canvass. Spread the shade smoothly on the cellar or attic floor and paint it with a brush, just as you would1 paint anything in the house. A glazed coating is formed, which does not crack off when the shade is roll ed. You will find, too, that the paint waterproofs the shade. If the shade has a torn hem or is missing its stick or needs a patch make these repairs before you paint. The new mending tape is the best to patch the shade. You can buy paint in the usual tan shades or work out a decora tive color in veur home by choosFOR the couch-in-the-daytime- should cost* you around a hundred bed-at-night plan, here’s a bright and twenty pesos. Make the bed idea. Order from the bed factory a spread yourself of a bright plain bed without headboard, bedposts or skirt and flowered top. Repeat end supports. With mattress this scheme for the door drapery. only YOU can give: YOUR PORTRAIT \f ELUZAR. inc. including Sundays w 7 SECOND FLOOR. LUZCO BUILDING Dasmariiiei, corner, David BRANCH STUDIOS AT 820 QUEZON BOULEVARD DON’T throw away a blackened U electric bulb. It will still render service although its life span might not be long. Assign to grow vines in and to pinch hit them to sockets least used. WFE HAVE an old electric flat iron which we are glad we haven’t entrusted to the mercies ing a colored shade. For faded sofa cushions which because they are always exposed in the porch, beach or boats, need a more drastic treatment, try painting also with water-proof paint, provided the fabric is the right kind. Before you try paint ing -the cushions try first on a piece of fabric. PAGE 24 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL SEEMS TO ME 'Continued from page 14) CAUTIONS IN LETTER WRITING quickly broken”—at any rate, the cooperative or Brailie schools are a marked success in China. No longer are Chinese new materials ex ported in vast quantities and returned to China as highly finished products. China is learning to manufacture her own needs—and is rapidly becoming industrialized. In the business life of England and many European countries the cooperative system has long ago entered too, in America, the well-knownTVA (Tennessee Valley Authority, is an excellent example of successful cooperative enterprise. Indeed, as Mr. Virginio Santos Cruz claims, “cooperative enterprise is rooted in the principles of democracy, it is the business of the people.” We may effect our economic rehabilitation with the aid of the co operative philosophy. An authority on cooperatives, Desjardin said: “the people’s welfare can be best secured by institutions organized by the people themselves.” The news about the rapid growth of the cooperative movement in the Philippines, is, seems to me, very welcome news, indeed. The latest on tins is the league formed by 81 Pangasinan coops. Our people are realizing little by little that they must participate in the economic up-building of the nation. “Our government is taking a lesson from the experiences of other nations,” said Mr. de Castro formerly executive officer of the Eca, “and is shying off capitalism to give the people a chance to take part in the nation’s economic rehabilitation. The objective of cooperation is ‘the greatest good for the greatest number’." • SEEMS to me that no ir,after how we look at things, try to forget troubles and feel New Year hopes, we cannot but be conscious of the fact that right at this moment our country is involved in a fratricidal war. It is a painful thought, this—that our people are killing each other. Every gunfire we hear is directed against a Filipino’s heart, takes a Filipino’s life. True it is that the govern ment is doing all it can, but true too is the fact that the fighting is still going on. While, as a local editor claims, many countries are suffering an aftermath of war similar to ours, we cannot take re fuge in the comfort of a common misery. We have to face facts and problems; we must work out Solutions. For the wisest solu tions, the wisest minds—are we using them now? • THE lifting of the ban on outside teaching for public school teach ers is a very sound move on the part of the administration. The principle is good all the way round. The teachers will profit by the discipline and experience of their new teachers. Sad as the fact is, it must be admitted that discipline is not the object of most priv ate schools. A public school teacher, used to exacting obedience to rules from his pupils in the public schools will require the same mode of conduct in his new post and the result will be salutary. The University of the Philippines can loosen up too, on faculty regarding outside teaching. Considering the fact that its instructor are generally regarded as of the select, should it not let the other schools of the country profit by the excellence of this faculty by sharing them with the other schools? While we are on the subject of education, there is a great deal of talk about what is called “visual education.” The news items about it make much of the fact that a young person learns more from written words. The pictures register deeply into the mind, it is classical, and being graphically presented, cannot but remain en graved there. Of course, we are in an age when everything is being stream lined for us. Our movies depict the life of Chopin, of Pasteur, his tories, biographies and adventures we do not need to read in books anymore, we can go to the shows or glance over a book or a play review. Already our magazines are too graphic—too pictorial much of it is visual, very little i3 left for the imagination, for the mind. Canned music takes the place of the real treat; news is even broadLetters need not be long. Say what you have to say and stop. Give your correspondent the news and information he wants. Don’t begin every sentence with “1”. It is not necessary to avoid the use of the personal pronoun entirely, but avoid tiresome repetition. Don’t use tricky stationery. Plain white or grey is preferred. Gayly colored or decorated sta tionery is cheap and in poor taste, also odd-shaped and ornate en velopes. Don’t write a calamity letter re tailing all your woes. Better not to write at all than tell only of illness and trouble, unless the in formation is necessary for some important reasons. Don’t use the typewriter for in vitations, acceptances, regrets or strictly social correspondence. Letters from one friend to another may be typewritten but usually that form should be reserved for business purposes. Always date your letters. The form January 1, 1947, is far less confusing than 1-1-47. Do not write across a page al ready written on. Do not use paper and envelopes that do not match. Do not, ex cept in emergencies, write a let ter with a pencil. Do not use gaily colpred ink for social correspondence. Don’t send loose coins in letters. They are liable to wear a hole through the edge of the envelope and be lost in the mail. If a coin must be sent either wrap it carefully in a separate piece of paper before inserting it in the letter, or better still, get a special mailing coin holder of the proper size at a stationery store. The only safe way to transmit money by mail is postal money order or bank draft. The use of sealing wax for so cial correspondence has happily gone out of fashion. Its use now is confined to the business world for sealing envelopes or packages containing articles of great value. Never put anything into a let ter that could cause you, the re cipient, or anyone else, mortifica tion or discredit if the letter later becomes public. If a note is longer than one page, the general rule when writ ing on folded note paper is, first, second, third and fourth then turn the sheet and write sideways across the second and third. cast for those peoples who to me this is not living, so fast we cannot see its must slow down a little. are too lazy or too busy to read it. Seems It is just living through life—very fast— beauties, its depth, its heights. We can, FORMULA FOR 100 CMS.—Sulfathinzole 2 Gms., Salicylic Acid 8 Gms., Ammon iated Mercury 4 Gms., Bismuth Subnitrate 12 Gms., Oil of Eucalyptus 12 Oma., Lanolin anhydrous. White petrolatum aa. q. s. 100 Gms. DECEMBER 31, 1946 PAGE 26 Club women’s bulletin Board TlHREE NEW branches of the League of Women Voters were organized in three different parts of the Philippines. The fol lowing were elected officers of their newly formed association: League of Women Voters .4 Mogpog, (Marinduque) President—Mrs. Andrea Malilay Vice-Pres.—Mrs. Dominga Villaster Sec.—Mrs. Segunda del Prado Treasurer—Mrs. Asuncion G. Llave Members, Board of Directors: Mrs. Marciana M. Garcia Mrs. Conchita M. Salmanca Mrs. Magdalena M. Morales Mrs. Artemia L. Jardeleza Mrs. Basilia Montellano Mrs. Francisca Monsanto Mrs. Aurelia Leyco Mrs. Petrona Cardino Mrs. Candida Logatoc Mrs. Maria Malapad Mrs. Fermina del Prado League of Women Voters of Tuitian, (Capiz) President—Fiorentina Villaruz Vice-Pres.—Natividad Valbona Sec.—Margarita de Umetin Treasurer—Lourdes Aurelio Members, Board of Directors: Elisa Obamos Celerina Almabis Teodora Ubas Dominica Urate Amor Umetin Damacina Imetin Consuelo Castaneda Ganiberta Amores Consejo de Manalo Encarnacion Andrada League of Women Voters of Faire, (Cagayan) President—Teotista S. Reynante Vice-Pres.—Pilar Uy Singson Secretary—Estrella S. Singson Treasurer—Ramona C. de Luz Members, Board of Directors: Alodia M. Pimentel Leonor F. Veridiano .Josefa P. Apigo Estefania Segundo Isabel Evangelista Herminia P. Singson Victoria Domingo Marta Paluje Simeona Abedes MORE CLUB ROSTERS: Luisiana, Laguna: — Mrs. Justa Estrellado, president; Mrs. Jacinta -R. Roasa, vice-president; Mrs Mauricia R. Leobrera, secretary; Mrs. Luisa Penalosa, treasurer; board of directors: Mrs. Petrona Estrellado, Mrs. Ruperta B. Zalamera, Mrs. Sofia T. Palad, Mrs. Demetria Estrellado, Mrs. Tomasa E. Esperanza, and Mrs. Laura R. Gillan. Imus, Cavite: — Mrs. Eugenia de Guzman, president; Mrs. Ro sario M. Paredes, vice-president; Miss Juana D. Gonzales, secret ary; Mrs. Nicolasa J. Sapinoso, treasurer; Dr. Mabini Virata, assistant treasurer; board of di rectors: Mrs. Maria J. Nane, Mrs. Emilia N. Darvin, Mrs. Isa bel T. Darvin, Mrs. Manuela V. Stuart, Mrs. Victoria R. Nanago, Mrs. Remedios M. Paredes, Miss Martina Parabot, and Miss Fran cisca Narvaez. Guinobatan, Albay: — Mrs. Ro sario R. Navera, president; Mrs. Cipriana V. Baybay, vice-pres ident; Miss Soledad Pavilando, secretary; Miss Floria Ocampo, assistant secretary; Mrs. Leonor B. Lopez, treasurer; Mrs. Isabel B. Ofracio, auditor; board of di rectors: Mrs. Restituta P. Renovilla, Mrs. Lourdes 0. Ranola, Mrs. Antonia R. Opiana, Miss Imelda del Puerto, and Miss Justita Lola. San Fabian, Pangasinan:—Mrs. Esperanza S. Caballero, pres ident; Mrs. Juana J. Villanueva; vice-president; Miss Macaria Serraon, secretary; Miss Cons'tancia Eristingko), assistant secretary; Mrs. Melchora S. Zamudio, treas urer; Miss Asuncion I’atungan, assistant treasurer; board of di rectors: Mrs. Esperanza A. Sevidal, Mrs. Maria V. Fernandez, Mrs. Engracia S. Bernabe, Mrs. Victoria N. Blanquera, Mrs. Do lores A. Narvas, Mrs. Maria Z. Aquino, Mrs. Natividad A. Tor res, Mrs. Josefina Z. Baltazar, Miss Rosario E. Abalos, Miss Maria de Nieva, Mrs. Genoveva S. Ungos, and Mrs. Belen Erfa. Pagsanjan, Laguna:—Mrs. Salud F. Unson, president; Dr. Tri nidad Vjllarica, vice-president; Miss Amor T. Llamas, secretary, Mrs. Natividad Pablo, treasurer; board of directors: Mrs. Josefi na Benitez, Mrs. Benefrida Encullado, Mrs. Francisca Godoy, Mrs. Jacinta Kimhoko, Mrs. Ma xima Rivera, Mrs. Lily Zaide, Mrs. Estela Zalamea, Miss Ama lia Fabella, Miss Pura Limlengco. Miss Teresa Llamas, Miss Amalia Rivera, Miss Nena Villanueva. Lingayen, Pangasinan: — Dra. Guillerma Lopez, president; Mrs. P. Lilian del Castillo, vice-pres ident; Mrs. Tomasa Cortez, sec retary; Mrs. Estanislawa Balta zar, treasurer; board of directors: Mrs. Amanda de la Cruz, Mrs. Librada Baltazar, Miss Enrica del Castillo, Miss Praxedes Javier, and Miss Soledad Florenciano. Macatok, Naujan, Mindoro: — Mrs. Miguela N. Colorado, pres ident; Miss Soledad Garcia, sec retary; Mrs. Petra Naceno, trea surer; Miss Carmen Roldan, ad viser; Mrs. Lilia E. Cadaun, au ditor; board of directors: Mrs. Maria C. Nilo, Mrs. Francisca C. Ballares, Mrs. Francisca de la Cruz, Mrs. Aurelia Madriaga, Mrs. Esperanza V. Gadong, Mrs. Juliana Garcia, Mrs. Feliza Alminiana, Mrs. Teofila Beltran and Mrs. Rosalina Nilo. Quisao, Rizal: Mrs. Fabia Umusig, president; Mrs. Felicidad Pendom, vice-president; Mrs. Bernarda S. Pascaso, secretary; Mrs. Jovita Potato, asst, secretary; Mrs. Dorotea Castalone, treasur er; Mrs. Venturada C. Vidones, asst, treasurer; members of the board; Mrs. Esperanza C. Villa flor, Mrs. Demetria U. Animas, Mrs. Juanita Anievas, Mrs. Anselma Vidones, Mrs. Marciana Ca sale, and Mrs. Crisanta Tejada. Piat, Cagayan: Mrs. Alice Hawgoria 0. Marcelo, vice-president; Mrs. Felisa Aquino, secretary; Mrs. Josefa L. Malana, treasurer; members of the board: Mrs. So corro Riveron, Mrs. Jovita 0. Baquiran, Mrs. Vicenta L. Guzman, Mrs. Tomasa B. Gervaso, Mrs. Dorotea M. To, and Mrs. Faus tina P. Casibang. Artacho, Sison, Pangasinan: Mrs. Encarnacion Sobejana, pres ident; Mrs. Romana Qqilanian, vice-president; Mrs. Ester La Madrid, secretary; Miss Obdulia Vigilia, asst, secretary; Mrs. Ma ria Balinao, treasurer; Mrs. Car men Anudon, asst, treasurer; members of the board: Mrs. Vic tor Medina, Mrs. Victorina Palitang, Mrs. Brigida Vinluan, Mrs. Carolina Ocampo, and Mrs. AnaLal ia Manacat. Santiago, Isabela: Mrs. Ines C. Garcia (resigned), president; Mrs. Adelina R. Bersamin, vice-pres ident; Mrs. Natividad Acierto (re signed), secretary; Mrs. Avelina Briones, asst, secretary; Mrs. Ro sita Navarro, treasurer; Mrs. Do lores Singson, asst, treasurer; members of the board: Mrs. Leo nila Padua, Mrs. Matilde Fernan dez, Mrs. Generosa Miranda, and Mrs. Cristeta Domingo. Rosales, Pangasinan: Mrs. Filipinas P. Coloma, president; Mrs. Encarnacion C. Pardo, vice-pres ident; Miss Soledad Oriel, secret ary; Mrs. Maria V. Damasco, asst, secretary; Mrs. Concepcion Cancino, treasurer; Miss Luz Va llejos, sub-treasurer; members of the board: Miss Corazon Bince, Mrs. Teodora Serafica, Mrs. En carnacion Rodriguez, Miss Con suelo Sansano, Mrs. Fe C. Soria no, Mrs. Trinidad 0. Cabanilla, Mrs. Lorena C. Sison, Mrs. Jua nita S. Sison, Mrs. Isidra Sison, Miss Trinidad Casareno, and Mrs. Segunda Santos. Ilagan, Isabela: Mrs. Maria Mendoza, president; Mrs. Leonor S. Valdes, vice-president; Mrs. Jesusa C. Arzaga, secretary; Mrs. Urbana C. Garrido, treasurer; members of the board: Mrs. P’cion Maramag, Miss Salud Ocampo, Mrs. Felisa P. Alvarado, Mrs. Amparo M. Abarca, Mrs. M. Agraviador, Mrs. Adela T. Manaligod, and Mrs. Bartolomea A. Maggay. Bautista, Pangasinan: Mrs. Ma xima S. Francisco, president; Mrs. Felisa B. Almesol, vice-pres ident; Mrs. Carmen S.. de Guz man, secretary; Mrs. Leoniza BriHante, asst, secretary, Mrs. Rosa rio Vda. de Sison, treasurer; Mrs. Carmen G. Macaranas, asst, treas urer. Cavinti, Laguna: Mrs. Iluminada 0. Liwagan, president; Mrs. Tarciana Villanueva, vice-pres ident; Mrs. Sofia V. Diaz, sec retary; Dra. Fe Villanueva, treas urer; Mrs. Lily Villanueva, advis er; members of the board: Mrs. Felisa R. Oliveros, Mrs. Lourdes O. Conde, Mrs. Maria de la Torre, Mrs. Mercedes P. Villanueva, Mrs. Sofia B. Mesina, and Mrs. Manuela C. Villamin, Calapan, Mindoro: Mrs. TeofiPAGE 26 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL la S. Punzalan, president; Mrs. Maria A. Ylagan, vice-president; Mrs. Filomena C. Asi, secretary; Mrs. Julieta C. Duremdes^ treas urer; members of the board: Miss Trinidad San Agustin, Mrs. Ade laida Laurena, Mrs. Carmen Farol, Mrs. Marta Samaco, Mrs. Solita Gamboa, Mrs. Faustina Casti llo, and Mrs. Natividad Lee. Amistad, Angadanan, Isabela: Mrs. Justina K. Colendrino, pres ident; Mrs. Leonarda S. Mtnguita, vice-president; Mrs. Potenciana 0. Sequina, secretary; Mrs. Fulgencia D. de Guzman, asst, sec retary; Mrs. Mercedes K. Almerol, treasurer; Mrs. Isabel S. Roduta, asst, treasurer; members of the board: Mrs. Basilisa D. Ra sing, Mrs. Victoria G. Obungen, Mrs. Amanda K. Ganal, Mrs. Gertrudis K. Cacayan, Mrs. Teo dora A. Echanes, and Mrs. Brigida M. Quijano. Mangatarem, Pangasinan: Mrs. Concepcion Sariano, president; Mrs. Rosa S. Olegario, vice-pres ident; Mrs. Esperanza C. Casiano, secretary; Mrs. Alejandra TenzaSantos, treasurer; Mrs. Dionisia S. Pimentel, sub-treasurer; Mrs. Helena M. Vergara, sub-secret ary; Mrs. Dolores S. Fernandez, executive secretary; members of the board, Mrs. Paz Tenza-Santos, Mrs. Esperanza Magno, Mrs. Macaria C. Vela, Mrs. Epifania Agbuya, Mrs. Oliva C. Lopez, Mrs. Ramona J. Nobleza, Mrs. Miguela Costales, Mrs. Alberta Martines, Mrs. Juana Fernandez, Mrs. Lourdes Ferrer, Auditors’ Committee, Mrs. Pilar J. Ferrer, Mrs. Delfina E. Gomez, and Mrs. Purita Sison. ONE of the “baby” clubs of the NFWC sounded apolegetic, which it had no reason to be, when it reported that they were organiz ed just a few months ago, and so had just accomplished the follow ing: aid in the fund campaign for war widows and veterans, distri bute rice and sugar rations at the authorized price by the govern ment, and strive for the improve ment of the barrio. This is the Quisao Woman’s club. PASAY WOMAN’S CLUB ONE of the most successful re organization activities undertaken by the National Federation of Wo man’s Club was that held October 17, 1946, at 4:00 P.M. at the re sidence of Mrs. Vicente Fragante. Election of new officers took place before the Tea Musicale which was one of the special fea tures of the afternoon. Mrs. Mary H. Tambuatco was elected President and the Advisers are Mrs. Vicente Fragante and Mrs. Regina Padua. Miss Nati Careaga was in charge of the musical numbers ef ficiently executed by the Misses Andrea Ofilada, Enriqueta Enri quez and Baby Herrera. The special guests of the oc casion were mesdames Julia V. Ortigas, Regina Padua, Concepcion M. Henares, Paz R. Cuerpocruz and Rosario Kalaw Roxas. The hostesses were mesdames V. Fragante, Mary H. Tambuatco, Josefa Claudio, Purificacion Lopa, Emiliana Pekson, T. Gutierrez and Misses I’etrona Navarro, the charming daughters of Mrs. V. Fragante, Rosario, Margarita and Anita, helped the clubwomen en tertain the visitors. Mrs. Tambuatco gave a short 1933 * 14 Years of Research on Better Tiki-Tiki * 1947 SANTOS Enriched Tild-Tiki The response to the call of the medical profession for a TIKI-TIKI that cures even adult beri-beri. * STIMULATES APPETITE * PROMOTES GROWTH * GIVES HEATHFUL SLEEP * REGULAR VOWEL MOVEMENT * FOR LAC TATION * NERVE TONIC * FLAVORED * DOES NOT FERMENT. MANY HAVE BEEN CONVINCED... BE ONE OF THEM. LABORATORIES 2218 M. Natividad, Manila Tune in on Station KZRH fpr our program 5:00 every Friday talk and explained that the pro jects of the Pasay Woman’s Club are the establishment of nursery classes, education of illiterate mothers about infant feeding and cleanliness by organizing baby con test and also the establishment of adequate playgrounds to avoid delinquency which is rampant among the boys of Pasay and to find employment for them to keep them out of mischiefs. Mrs. C. Henares, Acting Pres ident of the National Federation of Women’s Clubs congratulated the newly elected officers and ex pressed election over the projects nearest her heart because as a resident also of Pasay she knows the welfare problems of the vicini ty. She also extended an invita tion for the club to plant a tree at the Quezon Grove, another project fcf the NFWC. Mrs. Pas M. Catolico, Actg. E|cec. Sec. acted as Toastmaster and Mrs. Solita N. Bautista as Chairman of the Board of Can vassers. Mrs. Henares administered oath of office to the newly elected of ficers as follows: President—Mrs. Mary H. Tam buatco Vice-Pres.—Mrs. Adelaida S. Ala friz Secretary—Miss Clarita Tan Kiang Asst. Sec.—Miss Nati Careaga Treasurer—Mrs. Josefa Claudio Asst. Treas.—Mrs. Maria Trinidad Advisers: Mrs. Vicente Fragan te and Mrs. Isabel Padua. Board of Directors: Mrs. Fran cisca Herrera, Mrs. Remedios Con cepcion, Mrs. Gracia Galvez, Mrs. Emiliana Pekson, Mrs. F. Gutier rez, Mrs. Purificacion Lopa, Mrs. Juanita Chuapoco, Dra. Pacita Pronove, Mrs. Eliodoro Segui, Mrs. Fernando Sison, Mrs. Anita de Je sus, Mrs. Paz Pardo, Mrs. Rufina Rabadilla and Mrs. Soledad P. Bautista. TIHE IMUS women’s club soli cits voluntary contributions to maintain a class C puericulture center where indigent mothers and children go daily for consultation and treatment. Powdered milk was distributed free. A VERY interesting letter was received from Mrs. Juana Ordones Ayrosa, president of the women’s club of San Esteban, Ilocos Sur. She writes that*reading over and over the letters from the NFWC president arouses her interest so that she is inspired to call on her friends and explain the good plans of the club. “It is not hard to obtain the interest of a true Fili-Z pino woman if she really loves her country.” Quite a number of the members died during the occupation, others moved to the other towns, but Mrs. Ayrosa has higher hopes that it will not be long before the club will be sufficiently re organized to start a nursery class. They had one before the outbreak of the war, and the advantage of a class is very evident as showr. by the children who attended and who are now in the regular classes in school. MRS. Maria Senaon, secretary of the San Fabian women’s club in Pangasinan, reported that the club has organized a puericulture center with a physician who vol unteered his services. A nurse is also employed. Milk was given for distribution. t I• I I r » DECEMBER 31, 1946 ------------- t PAGE 27 schoolhouses are left are used as shelters. We desperately need re construction of roads and bridges to facilitate transportation of food, and, though we now have water and sanitation, there is no gas for cooking.” The Filipino people really need America’s help both in the re construction emergency and in the care of the thousands of wounded veterans who fought side by side with our men on Bataan and through later campaigns, Mrs. Le garda said. The program of the Philippine federation, she explained, included rehabilitation projects ranging from tree planting along the ave nues to restoring the Manila Sym phony orchestra. State board business yesterday buildings, included confirmation of new com- not a real mittee chairmen and the first country, reading of resolutions. “I think what I like and admire -------- most about America is its wo- will go down or not. men. They’re progressive. Will- have signed that they And more than GO cents for a pound daughter has been raving over her of meat. Thousands of volunteers since she saw her last week. What will be to Mae I saw in “Come on FRIENDS IN AMERICA < Continued from page 15) pines. We found difficulty in getting sugar (which is rationed up to now) and rice in the begin ning. Then fortunately, we met a GI who had been in both Leyte (was wounded there) and Manila, and who works at a grocery store country’s National Federation of and I don’t know what next. There which his family owns. Since Women’s Clubs is this delegate was no meat for a long time, and then he has given us all the sugar from the Philippines. During the row that ceiling prices have been and the rice we need and has even Japanese occupation, Mrs. Legar- lifted, there is plenty to buy, but helped us get our meat and vegetda helped members of the resist- at high cost. Everywhere prices ables from the best sources. In ance. She organized the first home for war widows nd orphans and the first convalescent camp for released prisoners. Of course the first thing about America that strikes a visitor from a war-tom country is its completeness. It’s so whole. There are no great gaps in the But naturally, that’s reason for liking a Everywhere prices ables from the best sources, have gone up, but having been the buses on their way to and used to sky-high prices in Manila, from school, my children have I am not overwhelmed, but the come across friendly GIs who had people here are. been in the Philippines. One time, The Washington women are mv elder daughter’s attention was keenly interested in the plebiscite called as she was walking by “Oy! today—whether the district of Manila” and at another time, Columbia should be given the “Kumusta kayo” coming from right to vote for the officials of boys who had been there. the city government and for the Tomorrow I shall see Ingrid President and the Members of Bergman in “Joan of Lorraine”, Congress. They, too, will deter- at the Lisner Auditorium of mine whether the cost of meat George Washington University. I Thousands am sure I shall like her very much won’t pay and enjoy her performance. My to West Point three It is really an adVery exciting was our first meeting with, our young plebe so stiff in his uniform. The The progress of the Filipino drive was very enjoyable, for the i made the America is i They’re progressive. Mrs. Benito Legarda, president ing to listen to new ideas, of the National Federation of efficient. Women’s Clubs in the Philippines, “This is my first visit to the have gone out for contributions to a contrast she received support of the Califor- U. S., and I can truthfully say the Community Chest. I am im- West whom nia Federation at its recent State that there’s nothing now that I pressed by their civic conscious- Up!” Board meeting in San Francisco really don’t like about America, ness. Parent-Teachers’ Organiza- We drove 1 when she spoke before the group But I’ll tell you something: be- tions are active here. (I belong weeks ago. in behalf of her nation’s clubwo- fore I came I had all sorts of pre- to that of the Central High School mirable spot, men. She is en route to New judices against America. I and I am Chairman of the LegisYork where she will attend the thought it was a country of many lative Committee.) International Asembly of Women love affairs, easy divorce, gang- r_________ _ ...r_______ Oct. 12-24. sters, and things like that—ideas WOmen, their heroism during the Master Painter had ____ Credit to California I picked up from films. So may- war> anci their role in our nation- parks and the woods indeseribably “California is the second State be my chief criticism is that you a] life, jn these they are deeply lovely with the varying hues of federation to offer assistance to don’t do a good job advertising interested. Our national dress, Fall: yellow, gold, brown, rust our rehabilitation program, and it yourself.” they find it very fascinating. The and almost red. Now, many trees is my hope that many more of our weather so far has been kind and have shed their leaves, and soon sister clubs will respond,” Mrs. LETTER FROM WASHINGTON i have been able to wear my ter- all will be bare; tree life will go Legarda said. FT1IHIS IS fulfilling my promise nos (with the panuelo) to the to sleep to wake up in Spring. “Since the Philippines became a | to write. My hands have just functions I have attended but I (I can hardly wait till then, for republic our veterans are not re- been too full with all the tasks am afraid I shall not be able to the Cherry blossoms along the Pocognized as United States veto- that inevitably come with starting do this much longer, not until tomac, I rans, even though they ’ _ ____1__________________ / , „ with the U.S. forces,” Mrs. Le- ting the children in school, speech- delight and pride for me to boost our garda reported, “and it shocked making (which is going to be a the Filipino woman Of today here, everyday at the us when the U.S. Congressional major part of my life here, as I ......................... proposal to provide for our men, see it now), and social engagefailed to pass by one vote. _______ . ... . _ am told, will be a gorgeserved housekeeping in a new place, get- after Winter. It has been a real ous sight.) With Fall almost over, excitement grows keener approach of Winter; the first snow will cause us no ordinary sensation. Many sights have thrilled me: the tunnel under the Hudson, the skyscrapers, and Radio City of New York, the imposing monu ments, the Arlington Cemetery in Washington, all marvels of art and engineering, but none has given me greater thrill and joy ments. I want to write to so many friends but it will be some time before I can complete my list. our Washington is very lovely. It our js so different from the other citheir ties I have seen so far. The vidows and drives, the trees, the parks, the orphans,” she said, “and we need big buildings, and the homes are help." all a delight to the eyes. In addition to heading the Courtesy and helpfulness make Philippine federation, Mrs.’ Le- shopping so pleasant and enjoygarda is president of the National able. The markets and the shops Council of Women of the Philip- are a treat to the eyes; with pines and president of the Manila cleanliness and the artistic touch Symphony Society. so predominant. ------- Conditions have satisfactory for PHILIPPINES--------------------------- though, as there Active in many women’s organ- sorts of strikes: izations and president of her hotel, coal, airplane, university, GIs Work for Veterans “We are working beyond means and strength to serve hospitalized veterans and families, and the war wi Life can never be dull here, for there is always work to do and in teresting people to meet. Cornelia van Asch van President of the World’s C.A., and Mrs. Woodrow Wilson both of whom I met at a party at Mrs. Sayre are women who have impressed me much. The diplomatic circles here are than seeing our flag side by side now busy with social affairs, and with fifty other flags at Constiwe expect to be quite busy with tution Avenue, our own soon after the Ambassa- This is all for the present. I dor moves into his own beautiful wish for you the best of luck in home. We were pleased to dine yOur work, and with fondest’ rewith the Italian Minister to the gards, please believe me to be, not been very' Philippines before he left fqr Masome time, nila at the home of the Italian have been all Charge d’ Affaire’s here. bakery, beer, Occasionally, we come across who had been in the PhilipMiss Wijck, Y.W.to heading the Verv cordially yours, ANGELA V. RAMOS Philippine Embassy, Washington. PAGE 28 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL THE TWO WOMEN AND THE CROCODILE By Maximo Ramos OiNCE upon a time there lived two old neighbors. One was very kind, but the other was very cross. One day the kind woman went to the river to fish. As she was passing under a bamboo tree on her way, she heard a tiny squeaking sound over her head, and then at her feet dropped several small fish. She picked up the fish and said: “Please squeak again, O Bamboo Tree, And some more fish shake off for me!” The bamboo tree squeaked a second time and shook off more fish. The old woman picked up the fish and pro ceeded to the river to see whether she could catch a few larger ones. She went farther down the river but did not find a single fish. Fi nally, in a deep, dark bend of the river, she met a large crocodile. “Good morning, Grandmo ther,” said the crocodile. “What are you looking for?” “Good morning, Croco dile,” replied the old woman. “I am trying to fish, but the fish are hard to catch today.” "If you come to my cave and sing my baby to sleep,” said the crocodile, “I shall go and catch fish for you.” “Why, of course I will sing your baby to sleep,” said the old woman, feeling afraid but no.t knowing how to run away from the crocodile. She fol lowed the crocodile into her cave and there saw a dirty baby crocodile crying in its cradle of woven grass. In a soft, nleasant voice, however, the old woman sang the ba by to sleep. Now, before going on to catch fish for the old woman, the mother crocodile had stopped outside the cave to listen to her song. She was pleased with the old woman’s lullaby and so went to catch r'entv of large eels, crabs, and d-.ilag. Then she wove a basket of grass and placed the fish in the basket. After that the mother crocodile re turned to her cave and said: "Grandmother, thank you for putting my baby to sleep. Take this basket of fish home and come back whenever you need any more.” "Thank you, good Croco dile,” renlied the old woman. She took the basket and went home. When the cross woman saw her neighbor come home with so much fish, she said crossly, “Tell me where you caught so much fish. I want to go there, too.” The kind woman told her neighbor how she obtained the fish and gave the cross woman half of the fish that she had brought home. Next morning the cross '"oman hurried to the river. When she came to the bam boo tree, she stopped and said in a cross voice: “You shueak for me, Bam boo Tree, And all your fish you give to me!” But the bamboo tree did not make a sound. It did not even shake off a leaf. The cross woman at once grew angry and ordered: “You must squeak, Bam boo Tree, And all your fish give to me!” . Still the bamboo tree did not squeak or shake off a single fish. So the cross wo man threw stones at the tree and hurried with a frown di rectly to the dark, deep bend cf the river. There she met the mother crocodile. “Good morning, Grandmo ther,” said the crocodile. “What are you looking for?” "I am looking for large eels and crabs and dalag,” re plied the cross woman. “But I cannot find any. If you go and and catch plenty of •Dr. Gavino C. Panemj ! DENTIST | • X R»v Facilities I | Room 214 2nd Floor 1 j Monte de Piedad Bldg. I j Corner of Pinza Sta. Cruz & Ongpin j large eels and crabs and dalag for me, I agree to sing your babv to sleep.” The crocodile was not pleased with the manners of the old woman, but just the same she led her into her cave. 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When the Americans were step ping up their bombing of the town and people were running in and out of air-raid shelters any time of the day or night, the spells returned. This time my aged but intrepid father who had not then yet succumbed to pneu monia, that maledicted pneumonia that set into him suddenly one evening and stole his breath away one day less than one week later, my aged but intrepid father as I said, hitched the carabao to the sledge, crossed a fast rising river and came back with an old Span ish priest. My mother, an old catechism teacher could not die without the last sacraments. She had to have a priest administer them to her if she was going to die at all. She had made nine consecutive first-Friday-of-themonth communions for the inten tions of the Sacred Heart and as God was God and could not go back on His promise to Saint Mar garet, she was going to receive the last sacraments before she died. “When I was a young lady, Pa dre, I was about to die,” wc heard my mother say to the priest. "But a cholera epidemic was rag ing in town and no priest could come to administer the sacraments to me. I told my mother who was weeping over me, to stop crying, I would not die. But now, Padre, I know I am going to die.” The padre said: “No, Senora, you are not yet going to die.” When the Americans came, she wanted an American doctor. We called in one doctor, two doctors, three doctors, all the doctors we struck up an acquaintance with. They were all kindness. They gave her all kinds of medicines. They watched over her and shook their heads over her. One forbade her absolutely getting up from bed. This she would not do. There was a catch somewhere. She suddenly MY MOTHER’S ILLNESS (Continued Irom page 10) saw somethiing behind the doc tor’s touching concern for her. She could never agree with me and all of us that my big fat sis ter had no attractions for the Americans. Finally, the doctors brought her to the PCAU hospital and gave her into the hands of the Filipino doctors. The Filipi no doctors, we knew them all by their first names, were all effi ciency. They tested her blood, they tested her urine, they tested her heart and kidneys and liver and God knows what else. They pressed on her stomach and asked, Does it pain, Senora? No, my mother said. It was not tumor or cancer, they told me. It was her kidneys, may be. After one more week they said: She could go home now if she wants to. My mother stayed another one week more. This is a PCAU hospital, she said, I can stay as long as I want to. We engaged a lady physician. Her house was a copra shed, the walls of which ware painted up with soot. If you were not care ful when you entered her house you got painted yourself. She came to the house and congratu lated us on our luck of getting such a good habitation for shelter even before she inquired where or who the patient was. Her foot slipped in between two weak slats of bamboo that, together with many other slats, made up the floor of the house, but she did not take back her word. And when she left she still looked like she wanted to stay. But what had she done for mother? She had strip ped her, pressed her here and there, pulled and tugged at her and said: There’s nothing wrong with her, except of course that paralysis is setting in, her heart is weak from old age and her kidneys are all bad. That tough ness in her stomach, oh, that’s nothing. It’s her digestive system that’s what’s wrong. Keep her down on a diet of liquids. Mother did not like the liquids. She told us we were killing her. She accused us to the neighbors of wanting to get rid of her be cause she was too expensive to keep. The spells came more often. We dropped the lady physician. My aunt came to the house one day. What were we doing to her sister? Did we really want her to die now that she was old and in firm and useless? No? Then, why didn’t we do something! Why didn’t we call in the son of Guachi! The son of Guachi was a Wonderful witch-doctor. Better than even his own father, Guachi. He had made her well up in the hills when everybody else had given up hope for her. He had played on a guitar and sang to her and passed the first egg laid by the first hen in the first nest of so many other first’s she did not remember what anymore and she was made well again. We called in the son of Guachi and he played on a guitar for mother and sang to her and passed the first egg laid by the first hen in the first nest of so many other first’s I don’t remember what anymore. But she did not get well. She got angry. Furious. She called the son of Guachi an agent of the devil. She lectur ed to us on the sinfulness of witch-craft and voodoism. She held up to us the tortures in hell that await heathens like us and our accomplices. We went back to sponging her with hot water. This remedy we had discovered earlier during her illness quite by accident. She was nursing a strong cold one day on the change of weather. We gave her a foot bath and a warm sponging. She got rid of the cold and felt re lieved even of the stifling heat that afflicted her. She asked to be sponged again and again. And when the spells came she asked for it again and declared she felt better. It was while we were giving her a sponging one day that Senora Chiquita, quite a character in town because she went about in a boy*6 bob and spent hours at the the confessional and was a widow and lived chiefly on the benevo lence of friends, came to the house to visit with my mother. Like many others who were there speaking in low but Cheerful voices for mother’s benefit, she, too, had heard that mother was not so well anymore and might slip away anytime soon. She is my mother’s comadre and it would indeed be remiss, not to say, unsentimental of her to fail to see her once be fore she went. No, she did not say so to anybody, but she looked so. And she whispered with the others and looked at mother and whispered again. And then Neneng came up. Neneng is middleaged, almost old, but Neneng is too noisy and laughter-loving, and carefree and pompous in car riage to be other than just Ne neng to me. Besides, she is a third cousin on my father’s side. Neneng came up the house, took one look .at mother, and said: “Oh, and they would have me believe that you are dying! By the holy saints, you are as well and thriving as any one of us.” She turned to the others: “Ha, ha, and all you here, I dare say, have been so cheated by Enchay. But it is nice to see all of you here. This is like a meeting of the Catechistic Center. Even Chiquita is here. And what do you say Chiquita? And tell me Chiquita. Whatever made you cut down your hair to that ridiculous bob ? I have always wondered and have allways wanted to ask but never had the chance.” “Ay, hermana mia,” Senora Chi quita said, “I’ll tell you. I know people are laughing at me, you are all laughing at me, but what can I do about it?” “Oh, no,” the others protested. “We don’t. You must have a reason for it. You simply don’t want to look funny.” “Well,” Neneng confessed. “I do iav.gh. That is why I want to know, so that I can stop laugh ing.” “You can go on laughing even after I have told you, Neneng. I don’t mind. You are a laughing woman. You laugh at everything, including yourself.” And Neneng laughed. And everybody laughed. Even mother laughed. PAGE 30 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL REHABILITATION OF THE NATIONAL LIBRARY (Continued from page 9) the United States have Been pour ing in the Bilibid compound. More than 700 boxes containing around 70,000 volumes have al ready been received but a great number of them has not yet been made accessible to the public be cause they have not been real located yet since their arrival se veral months ago. The reallocation committee appointed by Dean Be nitez would not be able to work at all, it seems, until the chair man, Professor Gabriel Bernardo who is at present in the United States comes back. Because the government is hard up in funds, the National Libra ry has been campaigning vigor ously for donations. This year there are only three donors. Jose Palileo on May 11 do nated 80 volumes. Dr. Manuel V. Arguelles gave away to the Na tional Library 1,096 volumes. Of this donation 149 titles are Filipiniana while the rest are medi cal books and treatises. From the Spanish government came on July 11, 107 volumes of Spanish litera ture. “But this is why I had my hair cut down this short.” She held up a hand to her short-shorn hair. “I can’t wear my hair any longer than this. If possible I’d like my hair to be completely shaved off. My head feels hot inside and I get dizzy spells very often. I am afraid to go mad. I don’t want to go mad like all my children!” Instantly, there was a death like stillness in the room. "You know my last child also went mad two months ago? The youngest, the most beautiful, the most intelligent! My only hope and saving, consoling angel all through the war. She went stark mad like the rest of them. The war was too much for even her. I brought her up to Manila to the hospicio. She is there now in the care of the sisters. They tell me there is hardly any hope for her. She is too mad. If I let myself think too much of her, I am afraid I’ll go mad myself.” She blew her nose hard. “And I saw my other sons,” she continued. “Ramon, I saw him naked. What a beautiful body he has, poor, poor man,” and she choked and In order to encourage donors who have few volumes to give, the National Library will soon have a big post office box cons picuously displayed at the Post office building where small do nations may be dropped in. Aside from this book-raising campaign, the National Library has also plans of enhancing the cultural rehabilitation of the coun try in the most economical way. The plan calls for the putting up of municipal reading rooms which shall later on be converted into regular library deposit stations. The municipal reading room is a local town’s affair. It shall not be subsidized by the national government. The National Libra ry instead shall only assist and supervise these reading rooms un til the townspeople shall be ready for a library deposit station. These reading rooms do not have to be housed in government buildings. Even the homes of civic-spirited people will do, for example, the town mayor or treas urer. For a start, donations of chairs, tables, or anything a libramade a wry face but swallowed her sobs and composed herself. Nobody was laughing now. Not even Neneng. My brother removed his shirt from the nail on the wall behind the door of his bedroom. Some loose change fell clattering to the floor, and rolled out to the sala where the ladies were. Senora Chiquita bent down and collected the money. There were two pe sos and several cents. She held the money up to my brother, but my mother said: “Keep it for yourself, Mareng Chiquita.” My big fat brother said: “Yes, Senora Chiquita, you may keep it. . My mother is just as unwell. Just as weak and infirm and gets the spells just as often. But her sighs are less pathetic to hear and her invocations to the saints of her acquaintance are more pa tient, less dolorous. There seems to be more stoicism in her pray ers. I might only be imagining it but she even seems to enjoy her suffering. ry of humble beginning may need, are most welcome. The municipal council may appropriate P200 for the purchase of periodicals, maga zines which shall be ordered through the national library in or der to effect some savings by means of discounts. A property custodian may then be appointed by the municipal council to look after the reading room which the National Library shall help in its infancy by send ing representatives to train the custodian in the rudiments of li brary science. The National Li brary shall also furnish the read ing rooms with government publi cations on state affairs, historical and literary, agricultural and me dical pamphlets. The reading rooms shall be more like a local board of information. As soon as the municipal read ing rooms are ready for conver sion into a regular library deposit station, the next plan is the pro per step. The library deposit station plan shall have 1000 municipal libra ries at the end of five years. For every year of the five years, 200 deposit stations shall be put up. The total expense needed amounts to P230.400 for the purchase of books and for administrative and incidental expenses, such as, the salaries of five cataloguers, cost of book cards, labels, etc. This calculation is based on the prevail- tista weilds a capable pen. With ing abnormal condition of the characteristic modesty she skims times. After the fifth year a cut nf one/ f onr- x. y . (Continued on page 34) of 20% to 30% on the appropria tion shall be possible, for expen ses shall only be for book replace ments. With the appropriation of P150.000 to P200.000, 60,000 books can be purchased for the 200 de posit stations or 300 books for every locality. Book rotation af ter three to five months shall be adopted in order to provide a variety of titles. Each book which shall circulate to the people shall be due in five days. In one month’s time the book shall have circulated six times or 72 times in one year. Which means that 21,600 persons shall have the opportunity of read ing the 300 books in one year. This figure is much more than the most thickly populated locality. For one year, the 60,000 books which shall be purchased can be read by around 4,320,000 people. After five years as planned, 300,000 books shall be available and which can circulate around for at least 21,600,000 times a year. THIS FORTNIGHT’S ISSUE (Continued from page 3) the next issue of the Woman’s Home Journal, will resume the department it ran before the war in these very same pages. Send your troubles in to the clinic and be assured of help. SOMEONE wants to know why we ran the picture of the Esco da children Bing and Sonny with out the letter which they must have written regarding their ex periences. Said letter is still go ing on the round-robin and when it does get to us, our readers will read it too. The picture in our department, Friends In America, is that of the women delegates to the International Council of Wo men. The letter from Mrs. Le garda which came with that picture you may have already read in last fortnight’s issue. Excerpts from press releases regarding the activities of our friends abroad come pouring. Read what the foreign papers say about our wo men abroad. WE have always contended that there are more writers in this world than ever come to our no tice. Manila socialite Jesusa BauDEODORIZES SANITARY NAPKINS Amolin Powder Sole Distributors BOTICA BOIE 95 Escolta Dr. Pastor Clemente | y Geronimo } DENTIST • Ex-Instructor College of Dentistry, i N. U. | Room 214 Calvo Bldg. • DECEMBER 31, 1946 PAGE 31 nor repair so we took it to a garage and got a cabin at Silver Springs court. Next day found ther down P lorida we leit so luc ky to escape the cold in the East and enjoy the pleasant weather and scenery in the South. Just for fun, Jinny counted the num- an(j that r have but recently come ber of Cadillac cars of the rich from rhe Philippines and was an we met on the highway and in evacuee in Bataan, I was besieged one single day she spotted forty with questions concerning the of them laden with Florida orang- War and conditions existing there es which grow there like pebbles, before I left. We concluded that — We spent the following night at Big Kock court at Seguin, Texas where once again we were able to cook our own meals in our motel kitchen. Our next stop was San Antonio, Texas, famous for the fight at the Alamo which we visit ed together with some Air corps ing to leave Havana, we ran into friends from Randoph Field. Havunforeseen difficulties. At the Air- in& secured beforehand a visitor’s port they suddenly realized that card for Mexico from the Mexwe are not American citizens. Our ican Consulate in Washington, passports were refused. The Vice- D-c-» "e set out on the third day Consul who at one time was a res- for Laredo, Texas, a bordertowm TRAVEL < Continued from page 8) Next in our schedule was Titus ville, then Stuart where we had our radiator tubes changed to brand new ones. We found out these were cramping our Lincoln Zephyr's style. Then came Mia mi, Fla., the gayest spot of the season. Hotels were full but again luck was with us and we got a room at the D’Este Hotel thru the AAA (American Automobile Association) of which Jinny is a member. There, too, we learned of tours conducted in Havana, Cuba by plane. We meant to go as far as Key West, the southern most tip of Florida to take a boat to Havana but no boat ser vice was available yet. Going around to town we saw advertise ments of the Consolidated Tours. We immediately jumped at this chance to see Havana and bought tickets for a three-day tour. Next day, Sunday, we heard Mass at the Cathedral and later joined a Bus tour of Miami pro per and Miami beach which was swarming with the rich and near rich vacationists. We visited the Indian village, Crocodile and Monkey farm, the Pink Flamingos and the dog races. Being the only Orienta:-looking people there, we vere mistaken for Chinese or Japanese, much to our d’Sgust. On learning that we are Filipinos there is not enough enlightenment abroad about the Filipinos as a progressive people and that the average American does not know enough of us. Early next morning we en planed for Havana, Cuba and in an hour and a half we beheld a gorgeous sight from the air. Havana—a bit of Spain and of Amer ica, with its own native ways. The wealth and opulence of this city is remarkable and its culture is revealed in its beautiful parks, monuments, edifices. We noticed that all houses were made either of concrete or stone. We were shown the Capitol and its 34-karat diamond given to the government by Cuban laborers as a token of appreciation. The Morro Castle, now a Military Academy, was a formidable fortress before and still attract tourists to its dun geons, torture chambers and the well kept cannons used in the olden days. To highlight our visit we were taken to their Casino, the rendez vous of Cuba’s 400 and later to a typical nightclub, The Alhambra whose special feature was a stageshow showing different ver sions of the Zamba, rhumba and conga. We felt so much at home we hated to leave so soon. Try ident of the Philippines helped us fix our papers, right away. And the following day we were back once again in Miami. Next day we drove on to Sarasota, another Florida resort. There we lolled at the Lido beach, bathe in what is part of the Gulf of Mex ico. After a restful day we kept on rolling again through Braden ton. We spent a night in Tampa, where we took pictures of Dupree Gardens. At Panama City we had to stop for car repair. It did not take very long and we were soon in Mobile, Alabama. Here we saw the Bellingrath Gardens, a fiveacre property growing all varie ties of camelias, azaleas, lilies, roses, etc. The Spanish moss which grows abundantly in the South adds to the beauty of the spreading trees surrounding the gardens. Having taken in these sights we headed tor New Orleans, Louisia na. The Mardi Gras carnival was just over and still hotels were full so after an extensive hunt for a motel we found a room at the Roxy Tourist Court. ' Due to heavy rains and a desire to see more of this interesting city we remained lor four days and were entertained by an American friend Elizabeth Dudley. She showed us Loyola University, Tulane Uni versity, the museums and church es and the Latin and French quarters where so many scenes were reproduced in the moving picture "Saratoga Trunk.” New Orleans among other things is fa mous lor its French cuisine. We dined at La Louisiane’s and An toine’s. This last houses the Rex chamber showing the crowns, jew els and all the pharaphernalia per taining to the Mardi Gras. In that way we didn’t feel too badly about missing the Carnival in lieu of Havana. Passing through Baton Rouge, Opelousas and Lake Charles, La. we arrived at Houston, Texas and there visited with Dr. and Mrs. Van Vorst, a nice elderly couple. Again we obtained further infor mation from the AAA about our sojourn in Mexico and took the representative’s advice to have an automobile insurance. That was a very wise move for the next day we had hardly crossed the bridge to Nuevo Laredo, Mexico when a Mexican driver bumped our car. This accident augmented by border officials’ refusal to rec ognize our visitor’s card from Washington, we decided to give . up the idea of going to Mexico. Texas is so big and vast, there were times when we drove for miles and miles without meeting any car or pedestrian on the way. One memorable episode in Lare do was the amiability with which an American couple from Iowa took the trouble of inviting us to their cabin so we could tell them about the Philippines. This was but one of the several occasions when Jinny and I found the chance to inform people about our native land. Through Carrizo Springs, Del Rio, and Pecos, Texas we traveled without any mishap nor hold-ups as popularized in the movies. I might mention that our only guide along these states was a road map prepared by the AAA outlining the interesting places any tourist would likely want to see. Hence next in line was Carlsbad Caverns in New Mexico. The caverns are a huge cave where stalagmites and stalactites in huge proportions are beautifully formed and had been left untouched by human hands for ages; an elevator goes several hundred feet below the cave where a restaurant serves lunch and drinks to the tourists after a five-mile walk through the different caverns. The nearest thing we know next to the cav erns is the Crystal cave in Baguio. The following night found us in Rosewell, then Albuquerque. The first and only flat tire we had dur ing the trip occurred in Gallup, N.M. but fortunately we were very near a sendee station. So we lost no time in having it fixed and PAGE 32 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL vestiges of this self-righteous, sweetness-and-light mode of think ing is proved by the hundreds of couples who come to marital guid ance clinics to gain relief from guilty- feelings of unworthiness because they quarrel at home. But we are beginning to revise the past saying, “It takes two to make a quarrel and 1 won’t quar rel,” to read: “If there’s any thing between us, let’s have it out.” Some of the guilt and un worthiness can thus be made to disappear. HAVE A GOOD MARITAL SPAT i Continued from page 17) emotional balance. If a marriage the love emotions which arise as is so fragile that it must be main- a result of a quarrel. Quarreling tained by the kind of artificial manners common in an office force, it is pretty precariously based. thus helps to stabilize the mar riage by reminding the couple, as they make up, of the depth of their love. Though much of the conflict in marriage is normal and desirable, we must still distinguish between ship than it had before, productive and destructive con flict. Productive quarrels make marriage stronger through a re definition of the situation causing the conflict. They are directed at an issue, and lead to a new and hate, for they become progressivemore complete understanding, ly more severe. The workaday world does not permit the frank expression of emotions which exist in every normal person—vanity, jealousy, resentment and selfish ambition, feelings just as natural as tender ness and love. The individual must control his annoyances; if he flies off the handle at his boss he may Ideally, they tend to become fewer lose his job. There needs to be some place, however, where he can give vent to his annoyances and be himself, and that place seems to be in marriage. If there is a certain amount of quarreling in a marriage, the it down as ___ ___ __ ___ __ riage is performing one of its romantic main functions—providing a place have left to let' off steam and re-establish in, are and less violent as the marriage In a quarrel, the marital spar progresses and basic solutions to ring partner who plays the de problems are established. fendant role has a special respon sibility. If the irritability of the quarrels reveal to aggressor seems due to sickness, couple how strong fatigue, pregnancy or menstrual couple should chalk their relationship really is. Some blues, the situation may call for proof that their mar- men and women, deluded by the listening it out, for reassurance notion that love must and sympathy rather than active when monotony comes opposition. The person who has surprised at the force of been emotionally wounded in his workaday contacts may need the same sympathetic understanding. -------- -—-------------- Humiliations and personal defeats may be offset by the understand ing and interest of the partner. But the partner needs to be sure of his ground, for there is nothing more infuriating to the person out to pick a fight than failure on the part of the defendant to respond to his aggressions. The need for response is all the keene’ in the person on an emotional spree. Productive the married buying a new one for spare. The about the Philippines. Next day car dealer was very nice to us and was a beautiful day which helped upon hearing of our plight he' give a most spectacular view to very quickly got us the tire we the. canyons. Fred Harvey’s resne.eded. With the new tire we con- taurant proved once worthy of fidently drove along the Holbrook, its name. After lunch we. drove Arizona in order to see the Paint- down the mountain, stopped for ed Desert and Petrified Forest the night at Prescot and that afthe next day. Looking at the ternoon arrived at Phoenix, AriPainted Desert was like looking zona. Just like the rest of the vaat a mirage. Such varying hues cation spots, accommodations were of color! At the Petrified Forest nil. We finally found rooms at Lodge where we bought souvenirs, the Travelers Hotel for just one the shop owner was very eager night. Next day we moved to to hear about the Philippines. His Greenway Terrace where we were son was at the time doing over- allowed to stay for two days. We seas duty in Manila. met Filipino friends who lost no time in making us feel at home Going to Grand Canyon was the and made our visit enjoyable. hardest part of the trip. We were only half way going up the moun tain (over 7,000 ft.) when it be gan to snow. Jinny ‘ drove on, there was no sense in stopping now and besides we were bent on seeing the famous Grand Canyon. Praying and plodding on despite our icy windshield, we reached the Grand Canyon Lodge. The hotel clerk, a former pilot in the 8th Army Air Corps serving in the Philippines was most cooperative. Again the conversation centered Our next stop was Riverside, California. First chance we g~*. we visited the Mission Inn Hotel which is an odd combination of hotels, museums, and churches. That night ve called up Mrs. Pi lar Lim, Jinny’s aunt to an nounce that we were at last arriv- The second stage is the battle ing in Los Angeles. After a whole royal itself. It consists of laying} week’s visit with the hospitable ., , ., . ,, .. i T . . , the cards on the table, meeting ac-J Lims, we started out again for I San Francisco where, with the cusat,on’ arSU>ng, cajoling, wiseSulits, I spent the remaining days cracking. This stage may be | while waiting for my boat. short, a matter of minutes, or it (J may last, ill relatively nonviolent form for hours into the night. So lution may come more easily the next morning, when things, look rosier. Destructive quarrels, however, lea,ve fewer assets in the relationThey are directed not at an issue but at the person. Concentrated on the other’s ego, they belittle and punish. Destructive quarrels lead to alienation; they turn love into Third stage begins as the ag gressor recognizes a letup in his inner tensions and makes offers of conciliation and peace. The defendant may by this time have built up tensions himself and may be unwilling to kiss and make up, Which may prolong the battle. But in the end both are once more re laxed and loving companions. It takes emotional maturity and stamina to carry through the three stages successfully. But an open quarrel, especially in its third stage, brings release of tension and a glorious feeling that the world is right and marriage is swell. Quarreling has a pattern, and runs a course which is predictable In the first stage there is ofter petulant irritability and jitterynagging on the part of the wife, if she is the aggressor. If the husband is the aggressor the symptoms of tension express themselves in emotionally toned growling, griping about the sloppy house, the overdone steak, or the got, bin from the hairdresser. The aggressor is getting ready to take out accumulated frustrations on the partner, who soon begins to fight back. ) MISl. RICOPDIA . MANII DECEMBER 31, 1916 PAGE 33 Letters to the JOURNAL THIS FORTNIGHT’S ISSUE (Continued from page 31) Dear Editor: I am very glad to know that we have a magazine in the Philip pines in which the Filipina is featured in. all her glory. I was fortunate to get a copy of the Woman’s Home Journal here in the States recently. I enjoyed read ing it, to say the least. I would like to subscribe to your maga zine. Could you furnish me with particulars ? I admire very much the fashion double-spread wherein you fea tured Miss Pepita Erana. She is a Filipina to be proud of. If she does not mind, would it be too much to ask permission to cor respond with her? ROBERTO L. MILANA (U.S.S. Catoctin A.G.C.— 5) 16th Fleet c/o F.P.O. Norfolk, Vir ginia Dear Editor: As an enthusiastic follower of Woman’s Home Journal—the best magazine for women I have come across, and I think children are naturally inseparable from it. I am sending you a picture of 10-month-old "baby Esperanza Batallones, First Prize winner in the THE TWO WOMEN AND THE CROCODILE (Continued from page 29) dile in her grass cradle, the old woman asked: “Is this dirty and noisy thing your baby?” “This is my baby,” replied the crocodile. “All right, go and catch for me and, I shall try to sing it to sleep,” said the old wo man. The mother crocodile went out, but before proceeding to the river to fish, she stopped outside the cave and listened to the old woman’s song. The old woman sang, “Sleep, you dirty and smelly baby of a dirty and smelly mother living in such a dirty and smelly cave! Sleep, sleep or I will beat you flat!” Hearing this son#, the mo 1946 baby contest, which I hope, would be of interest to you and the readers of your journal. The parent of the child are none other than the distinguished pair of concert artists—Professors Ra mon Batallones, violinist, and Cleofe Enage-Batallones, pianist. The contest was held in connec tion with the Parents Day cele bration, December second, under the auspices of the Tacloban Wo, man’s Club. CIRILA EDICTO Tacloban, Leyte Dear Editor: Your magazine is good. But how does one go buying it in the newstands? I have never been able to get myself copies of it on the newstands or from news boys. Maybe I always get there when the copies are sold out. Coming all the way to your office is too much trouble for some busy folks. See more copies of your magazine on the stands next is sue. MAXIMO RAMOS Department of Public Instruction Manila ther crocodile grated her teeth angrily and beat the water with her powerful tail. She had a mind to return in to the cave and eat the wo man, but on second thought she went out to fish. Soon she came back with a large basket of thickly woven grass, and when she reached the cave, she said: “Grandmother, take this home with you. But before opening it, you close your door and windows and stop up all the holes in the walls and floors so that your fish wil not rdn away from you.” “All right, give me my fish, quick, because I cannot stand the smell in your cave,” said the cross woman. She over the trip so hurriedly as if wanting the reader to minimize the credit that should go to two vital Filipino girls who made short work of a 6,000-mile trip over the United States. But for space limitations we could have run all the pictures she took of every nook and cranny they went to. There was one fetching photo graph of the oldest school house in America. Vine-covered, the old building could easily pass for any old historic place in the Phil ippines. OUR POET C. M. Vega decides to stretch a point this time and snatched the basket from the crocodile and ran home with it. Having taken care that her neighbor did not see her come home, she stole up quietly into her house. Then she kicked off the bamboo ladder, bolted tight the door, closed the windows, and stop ped up every hole in the walls and floor. To make doubly sure that her neighbor was not around, she peeped out again, and seeing no one coming towards her house, she opened the basket. Out jumped large caterpil lars, scorpions, centipedes, and snakes, which were soon swarmin# all over the house. The cross woman barely saved her life by breaking through the door and jump ing off the house. Then she ran away to her neighbor’s house shouting: “You liar! You told me the bamboo would shake off small fish and that the cro codile would catch me large fish. When I went to the bamboo and told it to shake off fish for me, it did not even shake off a bamboo leaf. I went to the crocodile and sang its dirty baby to sleep, and what did I get for my trouble ? Large caterpillars and scorpions and centipedes and snakes! Why did you tell me such lies?” But of course you know that the cross woman got neither small fish nor large fish because af her bad man ners. makes it a short story instead of a poem. The subject matter is poetry itself. The joys of father hood may not be sufficient cause for citations come Mothers Day but the father alone knows he needs no accolades. Playing with your offspring at midnight is enough compensation. COME IN, NEW YEAR is by lined by a pseudonym. A mem ber of the Fourth Estate, he has not yet soured sufficiently to be harmful. Whatever he says about New Year’s may sound inane at first glance. Not if you ponder on the relationship of life to New Year, the futility of resolutions, and the rolling in of the years one on top of the other and your in ability to do anything about it. ‘SEEMS TO ME, a feature we are starting with this issue re veals the musings of a woman with a perspective. On the print ed page, over the air waves, she is equally on her own. Read her opinion on many things that mat ter. WE tried to play oracle in our fashion pages. We are thinking of fashions as the did year ends and the new year begins. It is more profitable than drawing up New Year’s Resolutions. Happy New Year. —P.T.G. THE TALL BOY AN INSPECTOR, visiting a country school, was extremely annoyed at the noise made by the pupils in an adjoining room. At last, unable to stand it any long er, he opened the door and burst in upon the class. Seeing one boy taller than the others and talk ing a great deal, he seized him by the collar, removed him to the next room, and stood him firmly in the corner. “Now, you stand there and be quiet.” he commanded. Ten minutes later a small head appeared around the door of the inspector’s room, and a meek voice asked: “Please, sir, may we have our teacher back?” PAGE 34 WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL GET THIS MARKET THRU THIS MEDIUM V Coverage of the WOMAN o HOME JOURNAL includes the 60,000 members of the National Federation of Women's Clubs of the Philippines, the Journal being the official organ of this National or ganization for the past twenty years. This is Mrs. Esther Garcia. Her husband Mr. Garcia is an average family provider. The home'.where they and their children live which is a nice little affair is wholly paid for and is wholly their own. Their family income is not very much but it is a buying income and enough for her to afford most of the necessities and the conveniencies of a good home. Mrs. Garcia typifies the aver age reader of the WOMAN'S HOME JOURNAL. Mrs. Garcia and the thousands like her compose the choicest por tion of the Philippine market of women consumers. Her home is like the thousands of other Filipino homes where living standard compare favorably with the average American family. Mrs. Gar cia has her own particular grocer, makes appointment with her hair dresser and she knows what special values she can get from her local department stores. Like the average American housewife, Mrs. Garcia buys the needs of her hcfme and her children. Sometimes she too even chooses the color of her husband's ties and shirts. She influences the buy ing moods of her neighbors and friends. Her daughters share her taste on the things for herself and they have a common brand of toilet articles. Mrs. Garcia and the thousands like her compose a buying group which is the biggest and most consistent consumer of American goods in the Philippines. This group comprises the territory covcvered by the WOMAN S HOME JOURNAL The magazine measures 9” x 12”. It has four columns. The printed page measures 8-1.2 x 10-1,2”. It has department on foods, shopping and other interesting features. Its advertising rate is three dol lars per column inch. It allows a 15% agency fee and can use all .kinds of cuts and matrices. Sell thru the WOMAN’S HOME JOURNAL—A ‘‘must’’ in your list of media for 1947 RAMON ROCES BLDG, corner Calero Soler Sts. MANILA. PHILIPPINES