Sunset Gold

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Part of The Young Citizen: The Magazine for Young People

Title
Sunset Gold
Year
1937
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In Copyright - Educational Use Permitted
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22 THE YOUNG CITIZEN Fel1nuiry, I !J,;7 WHEN THEY WERE YOUNG VICTORINO MAPA Born February 25, 1852 Victorino Mapa, one of the first Filipino chief justices of the Supreme Court, was born in Calibo, Capiz, on Februa1·y 20, 1852. As a child Victorino was very fond of books and read everything that attracted his fancy. He was a quiet boy and wanted to be alone most of the time. He liked to wander in the woods, the plains and the meadows, as well as on the seashore. He also loved dumb animals and was very kind to them. Because his parents had high hopes . for him, he studied hard to be worthy of them. He was c;leeply interested in current events. Literature, history, philosophy, and mathematics were his favorite subjects. Victorino Mapa took the law course in Sto. Tomas, where he showed the same eagerness and patience that he tad had in the lower grades. Iii order to gain practical experience, he apprenticed himself while yet a student, to a \\·ell-known law firm. He practiced law in his home province, where he soon gained admiration for both his ability and his honesty. He did not defend cases merely to make money 01· to earn popula1· favor. Always bearing in mind his duty to the community, he only ·accepted cases when he was sure that they were just. Because of his honesty and ability, Victorino Mapa was appointed mayor of Iloilo by the Spanish authorities. It was the first of a number of important positions he occupied under both the Spanish and American rule. Throughout his long years of service, he always ·showed honesty and unfailing devotion to duty. SUNSET GOLD By A. C. CANCILLER Ligao, A/hay J asked you where and how could I Get also gold that you and others find; You answered me that I should try To dig the earth or work beneath the mine. I dug and dug from morn till night; I could not find a shining piece of gold, Again I dug with all my might And yet no precious stone I could behold. These many days I dig the ground no more, Instead I dream and write of things I see; I find more gold than what I asked before In gazing too, at sunsets in the sea.