The youthful urge

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Title: The youthful urge
Language: English
Source: The Carolinian Volume XVI (Issue No. 5) March 1953
Year: 1953
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Fulltext: OUTH as reflected by the young is good to see. But youth as sported by the old is a spectacle. The sight ol a flower in the eariy morning calls lorth admiration; but the sight ol a blossom in the first flush of evening after the 'sun has lost its rage” occasions is no less than wonder. I was dragging myself home late one night when I came upon a man, obviously in his late fifties, singing at the top of his voice un derneath a window. I cast a quick glance at the crowd around him and it did not take me long to no tice that he was quite alone in his pursuit. Nevertheless, this did not seem to bother him at all for he stood there transfixed in the most convincing pose of adulation vzhilst from his throat ensued a very ori ginal interpretation of "Don't Blame Me.” I'm not sure now whether v/hat I heard and saw was a trick of the imagination, but I had the feeling then that despite its anti quated appearance, the guitar in the old man's hands responded with emotional alacrity; so much so that a few moments later the win dow opened and light streamed full below where the man warbled his love melody. I can't rightly say what hap pened to me then, but somehow I felt a surging back of my ertswhile lagging spirits and the buoyant en thusiasm I witnessed to have af fected the briskness of my footsteps for before long I found myself a stone's throw from home while all the time I was valiantly calling to memory a passage I had read some where: "Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety; other women cloy the appetites they feed; but she makes hungry where most she satisfies." How these lines could have pos sibly any connection with what I saw, 1 wouldn't rightly know. But it was most probably because I was wondering why the phenomenon of being young just clings on and stays put on people who apparently know only how to abuse it or is this so because they know how to make the most use of it? Good for Cleopatra because the youthful aura became her. If wrinkles did come at all, these only served to heighten the fullness of her maturity if the voice did drag and wobble on its edges, this but only made her tone acquire the se ductive resonance which had ren dered men her willing captives. But this same aura sticks at (Continued on page I.',) MARCH, 1953 Page 15 WHAT DO YOU THINK? (Continued from page 12) Nenlta Po • NENITA PO, College of Edu cation says: “Graduation? To me it is something great that carries with it a feeling of ac hievement. It is an event in one's college life worthy to cher ish and remember. The fact that at graduation your school an nounces you to the public for having successfully passed your course makes you happy, espe cially if you have been an honest student. However, you cannot help feeling insecure and afraid if you have played the role of a truant." To an honest student gradua tion is surely a happy occasion. He has the secured feeling that he has not cheated himself. The talent and graces given to him by God are enough inspirations to buoy up his spirit when he begins to see life, not from a student's angle. When his Alma Mater sends him out to the world to commence life outside of school, he is not afraid to go. As our college days culminate with graduation, let us make this a happy occasion — an event to remember by." Zke youthful Urge (Continued from page 15) times on the wrong people and this is when it becomes distressingly in teresting. A very good friend of mine tells of a story in his tender years which, according to him, always makes him feel a little younger by its recollection. There taught once in his barrio school an aging woman. Only thing was — she did not wear and act her years. She dressed within the latest fashions and danced the current versions. Rumor gained ground that teaching for so long had en abled her to accumulate a fortune. It was not unusual therefore that all the barrio's Certified Experienced Bachelors vied against each other for her favor. It turned out, how ever, that this lonesome daughter of Eve took a fancy for our young friend. “I was only a boy," our friend recalls, “and I couldn't quite comprehend then why of all the eligibles around, she had to pick on me. She practically made me do all the recitation in class while all the time she would plant her eyes upon me with a kind of pe culiar intensity born perhaps of the treatment given her by the years. I am not by nature an observant fellow but when she called my name and spoke to me, somehow, I couldn't rid myself of the impres sion that her voice suddenly ac quired the cuddling huskiness of a sleepy mother in the dead of night when she urges her little one to be asleep. The climax of the affair occurred late one afternoon when she bade me remain after classes. She had a good many things to eat in her lunch basket and I was helping myself to them when she began assaulting me with questions which would have been interesting had Time been a little kinder to her. Then she began a girlish essay on her attractions for me so that, unable to cope with the embarrass ment of the moment any longer, I exclaimed, 'But, Madam, I am afraid my mother wouldn't want me to hear such things, yet.' “And to this she answered, ‘But, Josito, young man, the calendar of my years hasn't really started until the day I met you and since it has only been three month's time from thence, don't you think I'm a little younger myself than you think you are?' " Just what it is that makes one say and enact things in his pecu liar way and in his own peculiar time may prove rewarding to com prehend; but what it is that com pels one to do and say the same things outside the province of his custom and day is not only very entertaining but highly refreshing as well to both the senses and the spirits. This must be truly so be cause men, wherever they are, have been known to have resorted to de vices just so they could prolong, if not suspend, that brief, fleeting moment in a lifetime when “All is dear and sunbeams bless." There is such a thing, for ins tance, as Plastic Surgery where by thru a process of eliminacflROunifln mouTHFULS • Atty. CORNELIO FAIGAO (after “tasting" the different menu at the "C" staff’s send-off party): "I’m already weakening." • Atty. BONIFACIO YUSON (warning his students against pit falls In the provisions on Sales): "Boys, it is very pellggers." • Anecdote In the .College of Law: Prof. Yuson’s term for capable stu dents is "copy-ble." • Mr. MARIANO FLORDELIZ (ad monishing a student In Physiography 1): The question with you Is that you know too many wrong things." • Alumni and Exchange Ed AL BERTO MORALES (going home late one night with fellow staffers): "I’m very happy tonight but my future looks terribly dark." • NARCISO BACUR (leaning dreamily on a prlmed-up cutie): Why, your hair will make a nice ash tray!" • AGUSTIN JAMIRO (after know ing that Leo Bello won a cash priie of fifty pesos for the best editorial): "I came here to see how you let fifty smackers slip through your fingers like Mercury." • Mrs. REMEDIOS SORDO (irked by repeated questions from a stu dent): "You must clean your ears before coming to school." tion and addition, one is made ca pable of defying the laws of time and for which all one has to pay is not the desire to be an actor. Then there is an innovation under the name of Max Factor which thru a series of painting and ornament ing, perhaps, learned from scalp hunting Indians, one becomes a Betty Grable provided, of course, she doesn't move as fast as does her contemporary. And there is, too, a kind of school the curriculum of which guarantees one, if she is spirited enough to be able to speak (Continued on page 39) Page 34 THE CAROLINIAN THE YOUTHFUL URGE (Continued from page 34) CAMPUSCRATS. . . (Continued from page 35) ON DA LEVEL. ■ . (Continued from page 38) with the gentleness ol a dawn breeze, and to drawl with a per mission a-la Patricia Neal. Finally if worse comes to worst, one, can only go to the nearest dentist and with the cleanest ol brand-newteeth smile her way on to eternity. There are those, however, who maintain that age not only can be restrained from passing by a clean, cool bath from the good, old Magic Fountain but also by sustaining the original form and symmetry of limbs and body. Thus the birth of Diet-ing. Those under this school start on a valiant mission of self starvation and if one really likes to be a hero, one gets a coffin for a medal. Hero-casualties of this in vention, however, are becoming less and less with the advent of another science aimed at achieving the same end — the preservation of the "morning glory." Here many novel ties are introduced ranging from coffee, chocolates, multi-vitamins, pills, massage, to early mornings and late evenings. While it is true that this dietethical device for capturing perpe tual exuberance really has its merits and possibilities, still there is to account the forever youthful fact that Nature always has her own way of showing no matter what, and considering that nowhere in this world is there a clime wherein everybody isn't crazy about eating, it is no small wonder to note why some would rather be funereally young than gastronomically old. le, voted most lovely and charming by all society editors. You must have had your fun. Why didn't you tell me Lyd? Why did this have to go on? I should have known when you give me the address yesterday. And I shouldn't have come. That would have been better. The full impact didn't fall on me until I was at the gate to your mansion. I stood there, how long? Dizzily I heard you call me. Ric, Ric. You were radiant in all your beauty. You pulled me inside. You said you were waiting for me to be sure. My head hadn't cleared up then. You presented me to your Mother, your circle of friends. They ac knowledged the introduction with an light-footed dancers who pirouetted and waltzed around this enchanted garden. PHIL RUIZ entertained the audience immensely with his singing. He appealed especially to the teen-agers who were simply crazy over his rendition of modern hits. To introduce something novel and ra dical some commerce studes decided to transform the stage into a cotton field in of Virginia.... they gave uS a picture of the niggers breaking the monotony of work by tap-dancing. Brother! it was so hard to recognize the real identity of the dancers. You know who those pink mouthed, colored folks were? Here they are: GEORGE ARCILLA, LOLONG PAS CUAL, ELIZA STA. CRUZ (star-dancer) ROSARIO REYES, ANNIE RATCLIFFE, ADELAIDA, LILIA CORCUERA, AURELIA JADULCO, INDALECIA ANDO, and ES TRELLA ZAPANTA. "Tummy" Echivarre... he thought the parade to be too short. "Gosh!" he said "It took us only a few minutes speeding round the City." A coed and a rogue introduced for the first time Ballet Moderne here in USC. The dance which was entitled: "She is working her way thru College" was danced on toes by ESTERLINA MANCAO and EDDY PASCUAL. It was cer tainly an entertaining repertoire. Now it is not only going to be a mere so-long but a good-bye to you all. Say how about joining us in saying: Va cation here we come!!!"... Exams!........ pooh! why think about ’em? Pooh! Pooh! — Nocturne — (Continued from page 38) indulging mien. Did they acknowl edge the man? the unknown one? Could this be the latest plaything of Eve? What they had in mind, I don't know and don't care to know. Now I understood all with the full impact. The nights you pleased headaches. The days you were away. Then that day, a year ago before two days before Christmas. That could not have been anybody else but you coming down the car. You were with your society clique. I rushed up to you, calling you. . . Lyd. . . Lyd... You just stared at me and thru me. In a haughty voice you asked me if I was ad dressing you. I felt so small. However, through no fault ol our own, some students got cold feet. Others didn't give two chips about unveiling their journalistic 'talents. We assure our readers that we (not I alone) would only be too glad to eat our words (bunk/) if we come back next year and find windfalls of con tributions—not sickly doggerels and smelly prose like we have in this column. Pentong, our flash-happy pho tographer, harps on the same sour tune ever since the USC Day Parade was over. With the agility of a chimp, he had the temerity of staging an acro batic one-man show by climbing a concrete post just so that he could give an unusual angle ic one of his shots. In so doing, the poor joker crushed his watch against the post, to the sadistic delight of the other staffers. Poor Pentong, tchk, tchk! Later, he went to the extent of requesting the other staffers to chip in in paying his bill for the repair of his ailing gadget. No dice, no soup, ergo, drop dead! Before we end this drivel, we'd like to know it Flor Rombawa from out there in Pangasinan still scans the pages of The Caroli nian. And to our McKinley-bound boys, we give this parting ad vice. Remember that Armi is ex plosive stuff. Basta. . . Again I had mistaken Evelyn Oroz co for Lydia Aragon. That was just unbearable, I fled from the scene. I could imagine the fun your friends had. How did you ex plain that to me the next day? You are a borned actress, your eyes were expressionless and questioning when I related to you what hap pened. You looked surprised. Is this a game amongst you? A clock chimed eleven o'clock. Almost midnight and the midnight mass. Church bells merrily ringing. The night was clear and cool. The air was soothing to the tired mind and body of Ric plodding to no where. Shoulders down and feel(Continued on page 41) MARCH, 1953 Page 39