Leonie Lianza looks at

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Part of The Carolinian

Title: Leonie Lianza looks at
Language: English
Year: 1952
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Fulltext: 'Ptet&te fades out 'icente H. d-im Well, Alex — This is it. This term's last issue and the last of the series. I can hear someone sigh with relief. "About time!" and another gratefully say, "Thank God." Okay, okay, I've been a bore. So I haven't fractured anyone with bellyaches and sprained neck muscles. So what? So I end it all, eh. Ha ha. People have been wondering how it all started, anyway. Well, Alex my friend, it was of those things. They needed a space filler and there I was minding another person's business. They were staring the same deadline in the face, pressed for time, and in need of a few more lines to complete the layout. So I crashed the literqry world concocting unliterary matter with my gray matter! But all GOOD things must come to an end, eh Alex. And so I now slip back to obscurity. Tch tch. Too bod, and 1 was beginning to improve my grammar too! Herbie’ll miss a lot of things. He'll miss Miss Rodil ... er. I mean Miss Rodil's classes (where he had to sit in front), and he'll miss Mr. Flordeliz' cracks to wake up a bored and sleepy class and hold its interest; and he'll miss — most of all — Fr. Wrocklage's absorbing, thought-provoking, philosophizing classes which really make him think; THIS is what we need. Why didn't we have him before? And when he hears the word "seminar" he'll remember Fr. Wrocklage and his unselfish plans for the student s advancement. Herbie will also miss Mr. Montes' polite and considerate treatment of his student; and Mr. Vale's special brand of camar aderie and esprit-de-corps; and Mrs. Lucero's matronly handling of her class ( Brrrrrrrrrr!). He'll miss Fr. Schoenfeld's classes where they have to split in the middle during exams. I don't know what for he has to have that middle aisle! And he'll miss (yeah?) Atty. Ortiz' supersonic dictation; and he'll miss who can forget! that nasty clerk in the Registration office. Brother, what a life, eh, Alex. This morning we take Sociology, this afternoon we take Geology, and in the evening we take a bottle of Rum. Next morning we have to drink a glass oi bromo before we drink that awful glass of milk? Whew. And so we become part oi the passing whatchamacallit oi life. The Juniors now become Seniors tomorrow, and they'll have their own gripes ... so why rub it in! So long, Alex. Farewell, relax and lake it slow. All this from, Herbie. Look* At... ....VIOL SAGUIN. A lot of us would give anything for a tip on where she's keeping her magnetic bright self these gloomy days. Somebody would heave a heavy sigh then, "Ah.. .h. .h. ,h sweet mystery of life at last I've found thee..." (Unquote). . ...PAZ "Bathsheba" BAJARIAS, the Ca rolinian who turned a year older (tsk! watch your temper!) last January. I got a load of this via wireless and there was a "David" with a song for her. Post Scripting: "Don't forget to send me an invitation, Pleeze!" As if you possibly could huh, Paz? Tho you may be his one but not the only! eh? ....INTING ASUNCION. There's no other way of delineating him than having an idea of the general body build — height and all — of a German hound (Beg your pardon, Inting.) To which class he most fortunately belongs. He owns the only bulldog with a pair of real gold teeth. His Pop must love the bull dog better than him because he hasn't got any himself. Yahoooo, there Te-ei-cong.. .er ... .er Vince! ....KITTY SABIDO, She always manages to burst panting into the classroom just after the prayer and roll-call, every 6:30 without a miss. Wonder how she does it!? .... ADORACION LUCAS. She's on'e of the "sweet" type. She rarely has some thing to say but when she does com mence to prattle it's usually of herself at a little-less-sweet 17... and green. And it looks like she hasn't been any other color since. Another dulcet is "my very own" VICKY PARAS. Want another round of cakes, Vic? Just holler when you do.... No other than the one and only INTING LIM (Herbie, to you). Do you know that he's one of those countless class evaders dubbed in a mildiest sort of diplomatic lingua by Fr. "A.. a..a..h..h there are those who choose to excuse themselves..." (Continued on page 32) Page 14 THE CAROLINIAN Leo Ortiz being congratulated by Governor Sergio Osmeiia, Jr., after having won the first prize. nearly a hundred cars, preceded by the ROTC band and cadets. The parade went through Osmena Bou levard, Juan Luna, Carmelo, Maga llanes, D. Jakosalem, Mango Ave nue, F. Ramos, Junquera, and P. del Rosario. The second feature of the spon taneous celebration was an im promptu program in the USC qua drangle wherein the new lawyers were introduced, lionized, howled at and applauded. Lawyer-not-yet Eliseo de la Serna, President of the USC Lex Circle, was master of cere monies. Atty. Pablo P. Garcia, Atty. Napoleon (Ngr) Rama, and a numCAROLINIAN WINS ROMULO MEDAL IN ORATORICAL TILT In the oratorical tilt sponsored by the Jaycees, the USC contestant, LEO ORTIZ, romped away with the first prize, a medal donated by Am bassador Carlos P. Romulo. Leo Ortiz is a student of the USC Boys' High School and was also first prize winner of the Intra-Archdiocesan oratorical contest held ear ly in January. The East Visayan Jaycees will be represented by Leo Ortiz in the final oratorical tilt to be held in Manila about the end of February. The first prize award of the Jayceessponsored "Voice of Democracy" oratorical tilt entitles the winner a round-the-world trip while the se cond prize awardee gets a tour all over the Philippines. ber of other new attorneys spoke of harrowing experiences in their preparation for the bar exams. The program was climaxed by the Rev. Father Rector Albert van Gansewinkel's own exhortations wherein he emphasized the virtue of being simple straight in all our undertakings to make a certain soli dity as foundation to security of pur pose. CUPID CLAIMS CAROLINIANS In a ceremony held at the Cath olic church of Tabogon last Decem ber 16, 1951, Teodoro V. Madamba and Florita Omopia were married. The groom, an old-time Carolinian, earned his B.S.C. degree in 1948, his A.B. in 1951, is a College of Law sophomore, and at present Evaluator of the United States Information Service in Cebu City. The bride received her B.S.E. de gree last 1950 (USC), with Home Economics as her major subject, took post-graduate work in USC (Summer, 1951), and is now a Home Economics teacher in Ilihan Elemen tary School, Tabogon, Cebu. * USC * * * * * LEONIE LIANZA (Continued from page 14) . ...Pre-Law Prexy Lilliputian NICK ANANO, who had just about the loudest vocal emission on the whole second floor booths... even louder than the boom ing "speak louder" And I tell you, there isn’t any other worthy way to work up one’s vocal aparatus than yelling; ’Shoot a dart and win a heart," and there goes another and another booth ticket, ladies and gentlemen. ....BUDDY QUITORIO whose name would, 200 years from now, be on the same level with those of Kant, Descartes, Aquina, etc... Students would then be squeezzing him to memory as the ex pounder of “Gingings," a new school of philosophic thought, I might say, that believes everything in this sorry world in clinging. ....all the monsieurs and mademoiselles who "floated" it out during the USC DAY parade; and the belles, stars, and starlets of the stage. ....the Liberal Arts float harboring such USC’s budding beauties as MONINA SHINN, looking lovelier than ever; CO RAZON JIMENEZ, the ’Knowledge" who was all smiles and salutes all through the parade; ESPER FIEL, sporting the blue and white uniform (I love my own, eh, Esper?); ELEONORA RECIO, LYDIA MANGUBAT and IROTILDE BRAVO, being really and genuinely "Filipin-ish" in their stiff-sleeved ternos; and finally there was the comely devil complete to the tail and horns — PRISCILIANO MANGUBAT. ....BSE’s 1st prize winner. Up... high up... there stood a stateside replica of Bedloe Islands Liberty DAHLIA CADELL (seeing her coming towards you will make your imagination soar — you know, being on some luxury liner just about to dock New York City. Brother!) She had to put up a real hard fight trying to keep perfectly still and erect just as the criss-crossing wires tried their best to spoil her statute-ish mien. Seemingly being specially effeminate was ISOBEL MARTIN sitting demurely. Who ya hood winking, Bel? Not me..e..e! There was PAZ CORAZON, the lady-doc., of the float. Hiya, doc, mind lending me,your stethoscope! Somebody’s hearing system is out-of-order. Nurse Eldy Gucor who could pass for a real nurse even with out the dainty white cap. Art, in the person of LYDIA VILLAROSA couldn’t have been more alluring to behold. ....sitting pretty on the Pharm’s wheel ing garden was ROSE TY. Too bad there had to that letter something that couldn’t keep still-swaying all over the place. No body had the gratification of getting a long, wink-less look at her without get ting seasick. ....The Commerce's tractors and their hillbilly-aired drivuhs — CHARITO MERCADER and ELSA VALMONTE. I overPAGE 32 THE CAROLINIAN heard a guy remarking, "I envy that darned tractor!" Such vehemence! I reckon, there wouldn’t be the present repugnance to anything connected with mud and rice puddies if there were 'em damsels to maneuver those things. Why, farmhands would come a-flocking! ....NENA VIVERA, the lone of the Col lege of Engineering’s motored stairway. What! Is the College that short of shirts? Or are they just plain bashful (tsk! tsk!) ... .the amateur cowboys and their pardners, square-dancing their feet off to the bumpy strains of "Buttons and Bows" and, boy, did the stage quiver like Hibok-Hibok was just a meter away. And would it swat with our physically dyna mic gossoons up there in fancy western clothing — JAY VILLEGAS, MONCHING BLANCO, OSCAR VILLEGAS, RUDY SAYSON, JOE CERILLES, MAURICIO RIVERA, FRANCISCO JAPSON AND EDDIE PAS CUAL with their equally brimming-withlife gals — ALICIA TABOTABO, CORA ZON JIMENEZ, CELEDONIA JAVIER, FELICIDAD GILAY, and numbuhs and numbuhs of 'em. ....the gay dancing senoritas from gay Mexico — ANGELES TOMIMBANG, PAT, LILY, NENA, HELEN BOLT, ISOBEL, DALISA Y de VERA, etcetera... etc. I'm mighty curious about the source of the identical fancy braids (Pardon me for exposing the racket!) because I could use a pair myself. ....CLARITA ASPIRAS, FE SISON, and the rest of the chained slaves come straight from a stinking Persian dungeon. And there was the “Oh — too... hand some bundle of a slave driver" (sigh) — CESAR SERAPIO. When you take a good peer at him you’d think he’s incapable of even breaking such fragile thing as a glass but can he whip! Not that poor slaves minded tho the hair-pulling may surely have hurt more than just a little bit. ...MERCEDES ROSELLO, swinging it a la Carmen Miranda with the smooth Valentino-ish NESTOR MORELOS and such S.A.'s senoritos and senoritas as CELESTE RUBI, FRANK BORROMEO, LIN DA DALOPE, LIBUNFACIL, VICTORIA ABAD, CESAR JAMIRO, JOVITA TRINI DAD, and the other dear-secretaries. ....EDDIE PASCUAL. He not only is incapable of stepping on your favorite corn when he swings you on a dance floor, but also, sister, when he starts to chant he can make you believe the latest bobby-sox craze Tony Bennett him self is right before you. He sure made a "song-hit" the last nite of the USC festival — really wow-ed the quadrangle spectators and I suppose, garnered just as much applause and encores as Tony Bennett. Fact is BSC's Eddie sings like USA's Tony.. .er.. ,r... I mean, Tony sings like Eddie! WHAT IS RUSSIAN . . . (Continued, from, page 21) Additional Evidence of Terrorism This competent witness and writer portrays graphically on Ter ror that reigns in the U.S.S.R. She states that any moment the secret police may knock at the door and take you or your loved ones away without even letting you know what "crime" you or they are supposed to have committed; that the Soviet citizen can be arrested and shot or imprisoned without a trial; that he has no voice in the election of his government or of the local author ities who control his whole life; that he has no trade unions to protect him and he can be dismissed with out notice by the factory manager, losing at the same time his room and his ration book; that there is no unemployment pay and only one employer, the State; that the State is employer, judge, jury, policeman, and landlord; that the worker is a helpless slave forced to work whereever and at whatever wage the go vernment decrees; that he is forbid den to strike; that the so-called trade unions, far from protecting the work er, are but organs of the State used to compel him to work to the limit of his strength; that the penalty of striking is the living death in the concentration camp where the vic tims of the secret police do forced labor in conditions as horrible as Ottn. 6£&a (Pnadlo * Manila * February 25, 1934 * Commerce II * Poise & Glamour * Excellent Pianist * Record Playing (Modern & Classical) * Bowling THE MOVIE MANIAC . . . (Continued from, page 28) The most irritating of 'em all are the conversationalists who an ticipate the film's climax, and dis cuss the personal and professional life of the actor or actress (and, sometimes, of both, including some in the supporting cast), blotting out the dialogue on the screen with their unnecessary gabfest. These guys or dames exchange everything they know about Jeanne Crain's kids, Scott Brady's romances, all the movie stars' data, vital statistics, etc etc. . . . blah blah . . . bzzzzzzz . . . yakity yakity yak yak . . . And not only last but also the least — the Misplaced Persons! These characters prop their large feet on the back of the seat in front, settle down as comfortably as they could (that means slumping down deep into the chair and blocking traffic from the aisle) and go right off to sleep, snoring so norously. Well, there you are. If you know some other stunts — tell 'em to the theatre manager! those which existed at Dachau and Buchenwald; that to be late for work renders the "free" worker liable to dismissal; that the interior passport system and the work cer tificate rivet the laborer to his job like a serf. March, 1952 Page 33