Neat the Shadow of Taal

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Part of Green and White

Title: Neat the Shadow of Taal
Language: English
Year: 1930
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Fulltext: GREEN AND WHITE 219 seemed to resent these altruistic att.?ntions, and whether actuated by suicidial tendencies or not, we can't say,-but with a "seemingly" morbid disposition, he shunned his rescuer for the rest of the swimming hour. We left the water wetter and lighter than when we went in. But it was long before the shrewd fish ventured to return to whence they were frighitened away. Zaragoza was the first to observe this, and h.? based his conclusion on the changing flight of the fish-hawks. A few of us exhibited traces of sun-burn, and one important individual showed a head like a npe tomato. By the tj!me we had got back into the garments of civilization, the odors from the culinary departlment began to invade our nostrils, and our saliva-flooded mouths began to formulate the tell-tale monosyllable, "chow, chow." We had not long to wait. And neither had the chow. Mr. Luz had se.?n. to it that we had tons of substantial lining, and all sorts of delicate and delectable morsels besides. Chicken soup led the way into the terrible voids, and then (I forget the order) followed fish, (fresh frOm. the lake,) fowl. lechon, ham, lamb, jam and a host of etceteras, too numerous to mention, but not to eat. Gonzales growled and groaned, because he had overstepped the bounds of temperance. And Adad acquired gigantic dimensions around his equatorial regions. However only one chair gav.? way under the strain, and everyone was able to toddle to the sleeping rooms, where so,me tried a siesta, but in vain, on account of the vociferous arguments of their neighbors. Some, believe it or not, attempted a sight-s.?eing perambulation, but they were soon back puffing and panting like a (D.) T. Ford Model. When food pressure had abated SOl!lleiwhat, we made another dash for .the lak.~. but the aquatic enthusiasts had notably thinned (because they had fattened) since the forenoon, and yet a really jolly dip was the result. A big surprise lunch awaited us, and our only regret was that, in spite of all the lengthening of belts, and the best intentions in the world to be brav.?, we had to give Mr. Luz best, and rerr========================================================================== Hercules Lumber Co., Inc. ESTABLISHED 1920 Lu,mber Concessions, Exporters and Manufacturers of First Class and Best Quality Lqmber to Foreign Countries GOLD MEDAL AWARDED ---nOo--" Ntra. Sra. de ALBA" First Class Luxurious Cabin and Best Third Class Accom<modation Regular Trips to the Southern Provinces frdm Manila to Cebu, Za1mboanga, Jolo, Davao, Lumarao, and Other Mindanao Ports. JOSE MIRANDA SAMPEDRO REMEDIOS M. DE MIRANDA SAMPEDRO President \'5 General Manager Vice-President \'5 Treasurer For Freight and Passage Apply to Shipping Office CENTRAL OFFICE: SHIPPING OFFICE: 814 Globo de Oro, Quiapo 2 6 Madrid, San Nicolas P.O. Box <j22 Tel. 2-22-62 Tel 2-22-63 cjo Pilots Ass. Bldg. Cable Address: "HERCULES" Manila 220 GREEN AND WHITE - - - - -------tire frqm his creaking board,-vanquished. It must have b~n a'bout five o'clock by the time we turned our backs on sleeping Taal. and set our faces to Manila. W~ arrived home happy as birds, but a trifle tired. However we did not worry about this, as ahead of us we had three non-school days in which to rest our weary limbs. By common consent, the picnic was voted to be a staggering success, and we are ready for another such outiqg any day now. In conclusion we .must thank all who helped to make the day the pleasure that it was. We especially thank our follow class-mates and their parents, who placed their autos at our disposal. and whose names have been mentioned earlier. Jose Herrera. BURNING THE ROAD By Pedro A. Revilla Nigh an uncanny section of the notorious Vito Cruz, a mocking bird woke in the starlight, just before the break of dawn. In a house around this neighborhood,· a steel bed creaked. It was our much-beloved and .;muchabused Prexy, Horace Villa, who got up to listen to the ill-ti;med screeching of the matutinal bird. There are many kinds of birds, song birds, jail birds, etc. The bird, however in this instance, was non other than our senile pal. "Pat" Anido, who was beguiling the moments singing with all the ferocity of his larynx. Let us be merciful and let it go at tha_t. . .. SINGING! After all th£re are many others who can sing more melifluously than our genial "Pat". Take me for instance. Well, if I can sing, Johnnie Klingler can sure play tennis! However, let us switch back to our narrative. George Cui was still enjoying his stolen nap. when a friendly poke in the nbs snatched him aiway fropl. the a11ms of Morpheus (With apologies to my aide-de-camp, V. Zaragoza). A sour, murderous look greeted him. It was from H. Villa. We never realized that such a peaceful. honourable man, or rather boy (he ain't passed fourt.zen yet, according to statistics furnished by himself) possessed such a vindictive spm!t. He had not forgotten Georgie's welltimed pokes during the night. After a hurried bre'akfast, we shot right off, to fetch some of the boys, and the "Professor Good-Advice" (Professor Buenconsejo). Anido, in the mean.while had been taking his habitual rounds around Wright street. No harltn in that, eh readers? Just a hobby of this gent. At the sound of our horn, my mistake, we have no horns, it was our (?) car's, Tabor slipped into his pants, and believe it or not, gmtle readers, it only took him fifteen minutes. Not a bad record for a fellow of his generous proportions. Next we called on our witty professor, who was with us in a jiffy. Back to the rendevouz we went, to join the others. Papa's "Stutz" announced the arrival of Professor I1mperial It was not long before we made the marvelous discovery that he is hu1man after all. Why, he can even crack jokes without referring to the nauseating laws of Physics. An i~prO\Illptu roll call followed, to remind those poor forgetful souls who had not yet paid their fees, that the "Ides of March hath come" and alpiost gone. The ·treasurer, however, found no stowaways. The bus we had hired, showed signs of rebellion when Tabor placidly climbed to take his seat. Tabor is so hardhearted, he would si.t on inflated tires. At least we were on the go. But not much of a go a,t that. For five minutes the truck crawled along Viti0 Cruz and for- five minutes we thought we would never get to the other end of that street. We were somewhat consoled hlowever with the thought that it might only be a preHminary thrill. However, ten, twenty minutes, and even thirty minutes sped by an.d still we were going along at the same hu,mdruim speed. Whereupon Valdes who had brought •his traveling goggles with him, thought it was a great injustice to the pr-eparations he had made for a long "FAST" flight. "Step on the gas, bimbo!" shouted Gonzalo at the top of his voice. In response the truck gave a ratding sound, but that was all. It was not long 'before the whole gang beca(lne conscious of the fact, that at the ra.te we were going. we would be blessed if we got to our destination by twelve o'dock, which is no reasonable time for any sane man to enjoy _a picnic in his knickers, the weather being warm enough as irt -was. Thereupon, without any of the ~ustom ary ceremonies, and without breaking any bot