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extracted text: three team/, that, last year and this sum mer, competed for the B.A.A.F. (Ba guio Amateur Athletic Association) championships, i.e. the Apaches, the UYAO (United Youth Athletic Organ ization), and the crack Baguio City High School Team of 1946-47. From the Apaches, ’46 and ’47 B. A.A.F. champions, come their coolheaded R. Paraan; F. Young, probably Baguio’s test known all-around athlete; fast guarding Bobby San Pedro; and Remy Estabillo, skipper of City High’ ’40-’41 team, the team that wowed them all in Cagayan and Locos Norte. The UYAO’s (runner-up in the B.A. A.F. games ’47) contributed their cap tain, towering Asiong Callao; deceptive and fast-trotting “Bogs” Blancas; fan cy ball-handling Romy Florendo; and Peping Puzon, last summer’s junior stand-out. STARS City High’s loss Baguio Colleges’ gain. Last year everybody knew that City High’s basketball line-up was due for a nose-dive. Its first team, except one was graduating en masse. Subsequent ly the Mifler brothers entered Mapna Tech and Lorico Espejo enrolled at B.C., leaving behind one brother to join an other brother, Gualberto, who in his own right is also a hoop star. The MullerEspejo brother combination, with our Manoling Montilla to more than fill up the odd gap, made hoop history this year by romping through all North Luzon teams, thereby winning the right to re present this region in the national se condary championships in Manila. They walloped La Union North Provincial High (Bacnotan), 108-12, and tripped, tied and handcuffed La Union South Provincial High (Agoo), 79-8. Except for Q. Jacob (B.A.A.F. ju nior circuit) who has already done so, the general consensus of opinion about the newcomers is that they will have to show their wares first. The line-up: R. Paraan, B. San Pe dro, G. Espejo, L. Espejo, M. Mon tilla, A. Blancas, A. Callao, B. Carino, J. Gonzales, E. Reyes, C. Villareal, J. Puzon, F. Young, R. Estabillo, Q. Jacob, O. Rimando, D. Ferrer, R.‘Flo rendo, A. San Pedro and J. Lambinicio. The $64 Question rpHE BULLETIN hoards called it special session but to all and sundry, it was just another one of “those election rallies.” The idea was to publicize the candi dates, give them a definite time to con-, vince and persuade the “august body” and get known. (5 minutes for a can didate and 3 for the satellite who in troduces him) . What must have been the biggest surprise of the afternoon to the presid ent was the fact that he was introduced but never warned. Socratic Hermy Cruz (Editor: Jolly Times, Camp John Hay) popped him the all-important ques tion: How about athletics? Never at a loss, the President allowed himself a gulp and a clearing of the throat. The ansv.nr: Blame the weather! Further elocution revealed: (1) outdoor activities. . .may not take place until af ter the rainy days are over; (2) A phy sical director will shortly be engaged; (.3) To prepare for the good weather in the second and third quarters and the summer session, the line-up of col lege athletes is now under way. Quipped a bystander: “Line-up? Ro gues’ Gallery, you mean!” We Can Do A Lot Bearding the lion in his den is not only hard to do these days—it’s well nigh impossible. But last week, after days of fruitless search, three, not only one but three, of those elusive muscle men of the girls’ volleyball team got Page 14 THE GOLD ORE COEDS in B.S.H.E. Hopes arc young with Miss Lozarraga when ambition is high. It couldn’t be you talking again to Bebo Urbano. Don’t tell us you’re catch ing up for lost time. Simple and sweet, soft-spoken and very striking (if you ask us), she possesses a reservoir of smiles and grins that never seem to be exhausted. She is with the Normal De parture nt . . . sometimes, we regret we were? born too soon . . . Miss Christina Peredo is the prouel and lucky possessor of that “school-girl complexion”. Tireless and always prim, she looks as pock as the first rustle of spring. A graduate of the Baguio City High School, she is just the type for a heart-ache. . .and more . . . Miss Florita Rous hails from that northwestern province of llocos Sur. Also an alumna of the llocos Sur High School. She preferred studying in Ba guio to Manila because “Life is more pleasant here-not too much dust”, she says (do you agree with her?) Her eyes seem to fathom the inexplicable? of love . . . She’s another lady to lead many a staggering hoof and heel to the door of knowledge ... We wish we were young again (sigh . . .sigh) . . . When exams keep you high-strung, and the mind refuses to think, a smile from Connie would case your difficulties. Miss Consuelo P. de Vera is from Aringay, La Union. She takes teaching as a sideline but her heart is set on Engineer ing. We just wonder how she can cram proportion and calculus . . . and still think of someone dear. She prefers fresh flowers to cards but likes candies too . . . Here’s one for a clincher. She stands tali and stately. What the Luna Junior College of Tayug lost, we gained in the person of Remedios C. de Dios. She is quiet in her own way and is way ahead in her ambition to be a teacher. Takes to books like a duck takes to water.... She skates a little, sings a little, dances a little, but smiles much. That’s the coed for you. Bataan Boomerang OUR SIGNAL company had been working for some time side by side with an American signal unit. These Americans were inve terate jokers and never missed a chance to put one over us. It got so that their overbearing, superior-race attitude got our goats, espe cially so because they were mostly rear echelon men and got more ra tions than we did. But there came a day when these things stopped altogether. It was a particularly bad day when our crew of trouble-shooters was sent out to recover telephone wires. The work took a long time and in the afternoon we limped backed along the road to camp, tired, bedraggled, and disconsolate. We were about to pass a telephone post when our attention was arrested by raucous laughter. Looking up we saw, perched atop the pole, two of the more objectionable jokesters laughing down at us. “Say, Joe,” one said, “What are you fighting for anyway?” “Your American ivay of life!” I shouted. August, 1947 Page 17
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