Los banos for the Juniors

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Title: Los banos for the Juniors
Language: English
Year: 1930
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Fulltext: GREEN AND WHITE 223 By a quarter to five, we were p~odding our way home. We Wi'i!re delayed somewhat by engine trouble, which did not have a chance to develop much. Feria was feeling gay on the way home, in fact he was wild. All I could make out from the muffled screaims was .. oh, why go on. It's none of our business anyway. Maybe he was fighting someone close to him, oh very. Wise cracks, in the meantime, were being shot hi!re and there. Cruz and Tabor were the main targets. Of course no one missed Tabor, who could? Eloquent silence ensued. Silence . ominous and penetrating. As if all were b.':!nt in a sol~mn oration. Everyone seemed loath to break the silence ...... until the sun gave its last gli1ll1'm.ers of light, as it sunk slowly in~o the distant horizon. Then pandemonium broke loose. The zero hour had come! Shrill bar-bars were again audible even to the inattentive ear. Lights were turned on, only to be quickly put out by the order of the famous middle row gang. A roaring, maddening laugh from Papa's and Peria's vicinity, gave us the hunch th<11t th~ inevitaple had happened agam. City lights were soon discernible and some kind of order (or was it disorder) was enforced in the truck. Songs and yells soon were the compom::nts of the lusty repartee. Down towards Vito Cruz we rolled (could it have been ortherwise ?) Singing and shouting, each one trying to get hoarser than the other. At last we arriv,-;:d at our honourable Prexy's house, and here one by one we scattered, without however forgetting to voice our varied opinions (which wer.~ not so varied after all) of the picnic. By unani!mous consent it was branded a failure, the chow being called the only bright spot of that there picnic. Every tilme I think of the food, it makes me want to have another picnic. Oh boy, the picnic may have been a failure, but the food sure was not. Ask my stomach! Putting aside all jest, and with all seriousness, we take this opportunity to thank the Salas faimily, who so graciously consented to prepare the food, and we only regret the shortage of funds which prevented us frO!m paying the full amount of the expenses. We also wish to thank Mr. Kalaw for the use of his house in Balete. Last but not least, we thank ourselves for helping th.-:: picnic to become a great (oh!) success (ugh!). * * * LOS BANOS FOR THE JUNIORS Gear. P. Reuilla, H.S. '32 The gray streaks of dawn were peeping along the horizon when Guzco Transit No. 10, carrying a carload of the La Salle Juniors, left the College premises, bound for old Los Banos. Cheers, songs, shouts, shrieks, etc., etc., ensued from the lusty throats of eager and expectant youths, as the truck rumbled on its way. The occupants of the neighboring houses, will no doubt, remellllber to this day, with chagrin not unmingled with wonder, the strange boisterous shouts which disturbed their peaceful slumbers. The day prormised to be a fine one, so it is no wonder at all, that we should be cheerful. If, however, we have really caused such disturbances, be it known here that we tender our apologies to the neighborhood. But boys will be boys, and that's that. A few unfortunate ones were left behind as they found the arms of Father Morpheus very cdmforting. But this is no time to shower them wit'h regrets. I guess they will know b.::tter next tilme. Everybody was dressed in roughing outfit except one, and that was Master Coronado Esq. Why anybody would think he was going to attend a party, as one latet" retmarked. Molina and V elhagen, were especially conspicuous in their twin outfits. Joseph thougiht there would be a baseball game and so brought along his paraphernalia, which consisted of nothing else than a cap. Cute wouldn't express the way he looked, with the AH WHAN MILITARY TAILOR If you want your Military or Boy Scout Uniform made to fit GO TO 74 Real. W. C. Box 2868 MANILA Tel. 2-81-48 224 GREEN AND WHITE cap, perched to one side. Freddie thought he would look beautiful in the said cap, and so made a dive for it, but was ,met with a punch instead. Tough luck kid. Guess the cap doesn't fit you. Now kid, no "sour grapes" feeling allowed. '1 o provide for the musical entertainment. Toehl had brought his accordion along, and Robinson his banjo. On the way, Toehl struck up "Should I." and Pujalte, thinking his ti.me had come, opened his trap and began croaning "Should I reveal exact! y how I feel", but go no farther than that, for he was met with shouts of "Hey, don't murder that song; give others a chance to sing it" "Hey quit that croaking." Luis, not to be talked down in such a way, continued only to find Joseph's cap cralmlmed in his map, by the worthy 01Wner himself. Our pal could do nothing but retort "You fell~ don't know good music when you hear it." Somehow, that worthy vicepresident of ours, alias "Murderer of Songs" managed to quiet the boys a mo\ment, and in deep, sotto voice declared "Monsieur Toehl will nqw ren~er us a selection, entirely his own. Give hiim a hand everybody." Before cOlm)mencing however, Walter stood up and strove to bow, but bumped his bean on one of the benches, so he had to leave out all the other ceremtonies. The first notes sounded rather familiar, and as the sounds grew stronger, the expected selection was that old-time song - "Chichirichit Alibangbang." Well, needless to say he got no bouquets, but got a half-hearted applause from Perez, and a can of milk from Henman, which Toehl later found out to be his own. At albout eight, we made a temporary stop and waited for the Professor and that worthy personage, Jose Cuyugan, who had followed behind to join us. Then on we went again. The professor, somehow obtained a seat near Molina, and the latter ·seeking to impress the former "tried" to sing a Kundirnan, but before he had gone halfway asked Maxie V elhagen "Say, what is the matter with this truck? It seellns to be creaking," at which poor Johnny collaP15ed, but found his seat too different from a cushion, so he had to sit up again. · About thirty-five minutes past eight we arrived in Los Banos, but did not proceed directly to the Aggie's school, for everybody was clamoring for "A bath, a swim." And we got it. We found the pool quite satisfactory, and so everybody, with a few exceptions, donned their swimming trunks. Cuyugan was the first to take to water. Oh it's just like him, he was born a shark, will live to be a shark, and is going to die one. But get this, he is no poor fish. No sirree, not in any way. Gamboa; who had claimed himself to be some s:w~mmer, gave us a few stunts. But I aim forced to adimit that his stunts were entirely his own. Suddenly, from so·mewhere we saw a body dive, and cause a great splash. All eyes were set on the bobbing head, as the diver calme to the surface. Oh, it had to b.:: Pujalte. Teucher may be diminutive in size, but put him in water and he becomes big, if you catch my meaning. After dressing, we found sdrne of the boys already in the truck trying to beat each other into drinking as many bottles of royal as they could open and drink. Not so dumb, thooe kids. During this wait, Group No. 5 again became active taking snapshots. Molina wante'd to have a solo, but Velhagen fearing that the film might crack, thought it best to make it a duo group, in order to ensure the success of the photo. The result of it was that neither got his wish. Nine-fifteen found the old bus ruttib~ing on again with the La SaUe banners flaunting at its sides. Slinging was again indulged in, and this time no murdering of song hits was committed, as everybody sang in. one voice. Now and then the old College Song rent the air, making the fellows think of somlething else at that rndment; their beloved Alma Mater. Suffice it is to say that the cheers and songs were voiced with spirit and loyalty. There's some college spirit for you. Finally the truck stopped before the main bui1ding of\ Agricultural School from where the professors led us to the Entoimology Bldg. Thanks to the kind attention of the College Dean, we found spedmens of all sorts, under the microscope. We took in everything ·that our undeveloped minds could afford to receive. After that, snapshotting again calme into play. For about half an hour we indulged in this GREEN AND WHITE 225 pastime, and then we were called again to another building, where we were given lectures on plants, animals and all kinds of diseases of the roots. Bliss gave the lecturer a hot time, asking, hO!W, when, what, where, and so forth. The poor lecturer had a hard time keeping his mentaJ equilibrium, but he pulled himself thru these bo:mbardments. Say Raymond, better be more considerate next ti,me and give the poor instructors, a chance will you? An hour or so of these lectures and then off we went again. Bliss wanted to remain as he wanted to knolW something more, but we thought we had had enough, and besides our inner man was already crying .out. We went directly to the College Lunch where our meals were to be served. It was an ideal place indeed, surrounded as it was, by climbing vines. As I sa1id before our breadbaskets were already crying for comfort. And we did calm down the craving of that wellknown sensation, hunger, and how! I guess we will not forget that beautiful repast, will we fellows? In a few words, we cleared up everything. For a ti\me, all was quiet on the table front, everyone being too busy to open his gap. F. Salas, Jr. attended two things: his food and also to keep the phonograph going. The.re's an exa\mple for you. After lunch, the cry for Cafawany Springs went around. and consequently we boarded the "buggy" after having rested for an hour. Jokes began to fly around; songs and cheers once more rent the air. Toehl and Robinson did all· they could with their instruments, but the strengthened voice of forty healthy boys drowned the "twangs" of the banjo and the draiwlings of the accordion.· We found the pool ~pty, so we had to wait for about half an hour. During this wait, Salas the Small began tossing the robber ball around, which resulted in a volleyball game. Coronado tried to star in it, but was a miserable failure. You see, he kept running with the bal1, thinking it was a basketball game. There was no other way of convincing him so Cuyugan had to do nothing but to tackle hi1m and got that over a\mbitious basketeer. The ga:rm~ went on between Cuyugan and Coronado's team ending in the for1mer's defeat. And that worthy, too drawn his grief, dived in the pool, but bumped his head, the water being only waist high. And the "shark" had to drag himself out again. Fifteen minutes later the water rose up enough to afford sw~mlming. At about three, Magnolia sandwiches were distributed. And then once mon: we invaded.the pool and swam to our hearts' content. Four-thirty found everybody dressing. Barros and Reich began croaning. "Back to old Normandy." The others however did no singing, being too fagged out. SiLmtly, one by one, they boarded the truck with tired but contented countenances. Before starting however frottn the people, Pujalte proposed three big cheers for Mr. Schultz. They were given with a will. Then with other resonant cheers, the truck started h()meward. In Los Banos, a stop was made, for drinks were largely in deimand. So the truck parked in front of a restaurant, soft drinks and water quenched the thirst of the boys. At about eight-fifteen we rounded the curve at Vito Cruz. And as the massive outlines of the Co1lege building became apparent, the Co1lege favorite song pervaded the atmosphere. As the truck stopped before the portals, it was with a feeling of satisfaction and contmtment that the majority got down. "A finer day was never spent. Here's hoping the next one comes along soon" was the general opm1on. Now fellows three cheers for La Sa1le and Los Banos. In conclusion, we the Juniors of 1930, do hereby extend our sincerest thanks and gratitude to the Dean of the Co11ege of Agriculture, to Mr. Schultz for the use of his pool, and last but not least to our energetic officers, whose tireless efforts did not prove fruitless. THOMPSON'S ST·UDIO 08 -409 MASONIC TEMPLE MANILA, P. I ,