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Title: The Carolinian
Issue Date: Volume XIX (Issue No. 1) August 1955
Year: 1955
Language: English; Spanish
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extracted text: Vol. XIX Ttew “ Rectal Having just completed a two-month stay in San Carlos, I cannot exactly class myself a stranger to the student body. I shall, however, welcome every opportunity to enter into closer relationship and personal contact with each and every student. Teacher as well as administrator realize, that they exert an abiding influence upon the students, only to the degree, that they enter personally into their lives, by winning their confidence and eventually gaining their love and admiration. Whereas facts may be transmitted to the student's mind in an objective and impersonal manner, nevertheless, it is ultimately the personality of the teacher whose love for the studies will inspire the student's interest and love for study and know ledge. In fact, such personal communication ascends to an even higher degree when it is a matter of influencing another person's outlook on life, his mental attitudes and moral values. One cannot expect any inner transformation of spirit, or motive without personal contact with human beings be they teacher, student or anyone else. And doubtless, such personal meetings will yield the fullest blessing on the condition set by the words of Christ, "If two or three are gathered in my name", that is, as long as we act in His name, spirit and with His Blessing. Consequently it shall be my endeavor, as it ought to be for any teacher or administrator, to be at the personal disposal of the students as far as it is reason ably possible. I have accepted my office in obedience to my own superiors, and in virtue of which, I am determined to dedicate my time, effort and prayers to help and serve the students to the best of my ability. May our students offer their mentors that filial trust and confidence which is the necessary counterpart to the devoted service offered by their teachers. Reprint from the “FACULTY JOTTINGS.’’ ★ ★ Our New Father Hector It is a two-fold pleasure to welcome Reverend Father Kondring, the new Rector of the University of San Carlos, because Father Kondring is an old friend, not a stranger to this institution, and also because he is a truly likeable man. He has impressed us with his genuine concern over the needs and desires of the faculty members; he has exhi bited a clear-cut concept of the true educator and has urged us the faculty members, to strive to attain that ideal; he has shown us his very human quality of enjoying a good story and knowing how to tell one. In the two months that he has been with us, we have not yet found anything in him to carp about — not that we try to find a fault in him but that we hope to find in him the belief that a Rector is one who "rectifies or sets a right that which needs correction." We therefore welcome our Reverend Fr. Rector with love and with hope. Would to God that he look on us with charity! Au-elina Qd (Guest Editor) ★ ★ Our New Father Rector — (Guest Editorial) .... Mrs. A. J. Gil 1 I The Things of Caesar — T. L. L. Echivarre, Inside back cover I JMudbeA I Field Work Among the Aetas — I Rev. Rudolf Rahmann, SVI) 2 i USC’s Newest Friend — Cover Story ............. L. Amigable 4 ' What Do You Think About the Graduate School? — Rev. Cornells vow der Linden, SVI) 6 Sanity’s Last Stand—V. Ranudo, Jr. 9 Youth on Fire ............... Fred Sison 10 The Pen and I ............. .4. Ratcliffe 11 Falstaff Among Shakespeare’s Characters ................. C. Faigao 16 ; What is this Thing called Woman?— | L. Amigable 17 Stand, Sun, Do not Move — Rev. M. Richartz, SVI) 21 (Paetna Opus in f ........................ R. Grupo 14 Discovery ......................George Guy 15 The Triot (6 poems) ................. 38-39 Shalt Staty, Invitation to Yesterday — R. Grupo 18 Stequloh On Da Level .... Buddy B. Quitorio 7 ROTC Briefs ....... F. Verallo, Jr. 12 Campuscrats . . . Shirley Evangelista 14 Laugh ... and the World — compiled by zl. Sitoy 15 Alumni Chimes . . J. P. de la Riarte 27 For the Sportsman ......... R. Grupo 29 USC in the News ...................... 31-33 What Do You Think? .... E. Diola 40 Anything You Say .......................... 45 Book Review ................................... 45 Spanish Section .......................... 46-47 Caroliniana ............... T. Echivarre 48 THE CAROLINIAN Page 1 Fr. Rudolf Rohmann, S.V.D.. talks with Mr. Maceda (his student) about the bow and arrow obtained from northern Negros. FIELD W Among volume and the first part of the second volume have appeared to date. IT IS DIFFICULT to state the exact number of Negritos in the Phil ippines. After a careful scruti ny of all available figures, Father Paul Schebesta, S.V.D., estimates that their total number is something like 20,000 individuals. Of these about 18,500 are found in Luzon, which are approximately divided as follows: in the moun tains of Zambales 6,000; in north ern Luzon 2,000; in eastern Luzon 8,000; in Bicol 2,500. The rest, about 1,500, live in the central Philippines where they are scattered over the interior of Negros and Panay, and over northeastern Mindanao. There is the question, furthermore, about the percentage of the pure and mix ed blood among the Philippine Ne grito population. Among the scholars deserving special merit regarding the study of the Aetas are Ferdinand Blumentritt, W. A. Reed, H. Otley Be yer, Father Morice Vanoverbergh, C.I.C.M., Robert F. Fox, and Father Paul Schebesta. When during the last decades of the past century ethnological studies were given a special impetus, it was Blumentritt, the Austrian College Director and great friend of Rizal, who spread the knowledge of the Phil ippine Negritos in scientific circles through the publication of data ga thered from Spanish authors, espe cially missionaries (Blumentritt, who never visited the Philippines, published nearly two hundred and fifty papers on Philippine ethnogra phy.) Reed studied mainly the Negritos of Zambales. To Beyer we owe the first complete statistics about the different Aeta groups, and he also went into the some what difficult problem of their ’ra cial characteristics. Father Vano verbergh explored in a careful field work the Negritos of northern and eastern Luzon, and Fox those liv ing on the western and northwest ern lower slopes of Mt. Pinatubo in Zambales. Father Schebesta spent in 1938-39 about six months in the Philippines. He worked during this period among the Negritos of Zam bales and Bicol, and he also made brief tours to groups of eastern Lu zon, northern Negros, and Iloilo. However, Father Schebesta's spe cial merit consists in the publica tion of his truly comprehensive three-volume work on the Negritos of Asia (Die Negrito Osiens~), i.e., the Semang of the Malay penin sula, the Andamanese, and the Aetas of the Philippines. The first It is but natural that an institu tion like the University of San Car los takes a special interest in the small contigents of Negritos in its vicinity: the Mamanuas of SurigaoAgusan, the Aetas of Negros and Atis of Panay. It was gratifying that about nearly three years ago a spark was kindled in the mind of a student of the Graduate School of the University of San Carlos. Mr. Marcelino N. Maceda, who is now a Research Assistant of the Gradu ate School, proposed to write his Master's thesis on the Mamanuas of Northeastern Mindanao. Since his boyhood he had often seen these dark-skinned people and they had aroused his curiousity. Mr. Maceda's field work for the gather ing of the material for his thesis was followed by other scientific tours to Surigao-Agusan, Negros, and Panay. These tours were partly made by the writer and Mr. Maceda in common, partly by the latter alone. Valuable ethnographic data about these small Aeta groups have been gathered and they are being prepared for publication. It is true, the culture of the VisayaAetas and the Mamanuas has, be cause of rather narrow contacts with their Christian and non-Christian neighbors, been more altered than that of their congeners in Lu zon; but still, also these little rem nants of the Negrito race in the cenPAGE 2 THE CAROLINIAN )RK he AETAS Father Paul Schebesta, S.V.D. An Indefatigable field worker. tral Philippines are in many respects heralds and living documents of a remote antiquity. From their be liefs and customs we can read off, as from a historic source as it were, elements that must have been part of a very early human civilization. It was for this reason that the late Wilhelm Schmidt, S.V.D., the found er of the Anthropos (see Caroli nian Vol. XVII, No. 5, May 1954) initiated, organized, and inspired Professor H. Ofley Beyer, fhe nestor of Philippine ethnology counseling Miss Grace Wood who did field work among the Tlrurays In Mindanao. btf TZea. TZahmann, s tous importance in retracing man's development. Take, i.e., such facts as the existence of monotheism, monogamy, and private property among these oldest living represen tatives of human-kind. Father Schebesta writes in the er, because there investigations can be made in regions that are racial ly and culturally uniform, whereas in the Philippines the Negritos are scattered among other population groups, and are, consequently, largely influenced by them. Thus it has happened that whilst the ex istence of the Aetas has been known for centuries before that of the Semang, the latter have been much more thoroughly studied by now. Viewing the special situation of the Philippines Father Schebesta is of the opinion that the Aetas can be explored with full success only by persons who are thoroughly ac quainted with land and people, and who speak several native idioms. These words of the experienced and indefatigable field worker, words of a priest-scholar who during the past three decades repeatedly carried out exemplary investigations among the Pygmies of central Africa and the Semang of the Malay peninsu la, should be a challenge to a scholarly-minded young generation of the University of San Carlos, jf an extensive field work among a good number of the different pygmy races of the world. These investi gations, largely carried out by com petent missionaries, brought to light facts that are of a momenpublication mentioned that field work demands much severer phy sical hardships and privations in the Malay peninsula than in the Philippines. But, on the other hand, the rewards are greater in the form Refuse to be ill. Never tell people you are ill; never own it yourself. Illness is one of those things which man should resist, on principle at the onset. Buliver-Lyttou AUGUST, 1955 Page 3 Catted Stoty. THAT MAN with the penetrating granite eyes is gone now. That man to whose prudence and untiring energy USC owes much of its progress is not with us anymore. For, that man who had been our friend and Superior for so many years is now miles away from us. Funny how time can rob us so easily of our most cherished possessions; how it can ruthlessly take away from us the things we have learned to love so much, things which have almost become a part of us. What makes us mad about it all is that we cannot even lift so much as a feeble finger against it. What it wants, it takes away. And there's nothing we can do about it. Yes. Time can be ruthless. But it can have a heart, too. While it saddens us one moment, it gladdens us the next. And while it cheated smile told us we need not worry about short tempers, the nasty sum mer heat, or anything of that sort. It had been like that ever since to himself than to us, "I don't in tend to flatter you but I must say I'm impressed to find more than six thousand eager students all coming here to gain knowledge with the hope and expectation that the Un iversity of San Carlos would im part this knowledge which would serve as a guidance for a future life." "And the faculty?" we pressed further. “What strikes me as very im pressive is the ready and pleasant cooperation shown by the faculty USC’s Newest Friend • • us of the Very Rev. Fr. Albert van Gansewinkel, it brought us a new friend in the person of the Very Rev. Fr. Herman Kondring. He had just finished a class in religion when we went to see him. But hardly had he stepped out of the classroom when someone, pre sumably a visitor who had been waiting for him outside, approached him and talked to him at length on some matters. There were still many others waiting for him at his office. Were we lucky to get there first! To be pestered every single se cond with work, work, and more work, leaving you scarcely a mo ment to catch your breath, is ter rible enough. Enough, that is, to change a man into a twitching bun dle of nerves. Add that to the op pressive heat of a July afternoon. And you can imagine the worst for yourselves. At least this is what we thought when, half-hesitating, we pushed the door to his office. Yet, the next sixty minutes, were to prove how wrong we were! There was Rev. Fr. Kondring — beaming with unfeigned pleasure and looking as if he didn't have care at all in the world. One look at his huge warm he assumed his duties here. Al ways, there was some letter to attend to, some visitor to be re ceived, some speech or message to be delivered. All sorts of things and sundry literally kept popping up every minute, matters directly connected with his office as Rector of USC. Still, Rev. Fr. Kondring manages to keep a smile through it all. In a way, this was how he expected it. Having been in Cebu so many times before, he knew, more or less, what a grinding task there was ahead of him. "Of course," he says, "the very first days were strenuously trying. Things were happening so fast I was scarcely able to keep up with them. But," he adds happily, "I always have a few hours to myself in my room." This last phrase, how ever, must not be taken to mean dozing off or doing nothing; most likely, Fr. Kondring uses those "few hours" on philosophical meditations, his main interest being philosophy and Dogmatic Theology. "What do you think of our stu dents here, Father?" we somehow managed to blurt out, but not with out feeling a little seedy inside. "Well, now," he chuckled, more members from the very start." Coming from another man, these answers may sound so matter-offactly phrased as to make one doubt their sincerity. Coming from Fr. Kondring, there could be no room for such a doubt. Such a doubt would even seem unfair. Listening to that rich, husky voice while he talked and looking at that huge warm smile which could only ra diate from a vibrant personality, one cannot but conclude that he really meant every word he said. What we have said so far is just a tiny portion of the picture that is Fr. Kondring. We shall have to go back to the very beginning of our story to have the entire picture of the man — if we hope to know him better and admire him as he really is. Rev. Fr. Herman Kondring was born in 1899 in Western Germany. Immediately after his ordination as priest at St. Gabriel's in Vienna, Austria, he was sent to the Philip pines. That was on October 17, 1926. He has stayed here for almost thirty years now. And in all that time he has gone abroad only on one occasion. That was when he attended the General Chapter of Page 4 THE CAROLINIAN As interviewed by Ledinila Amigable, Staff Member the S.V.D. in Rome to represent the Philippine province in 1947-1948. During all those twenty-nine years Fr. Kondring has served the Church and the Divine Word So ciety in the Philippines, most of the time in responsible and leading po sitions. He has been the Rector ol the Major Seminary in Vigan, Ilocos Sur, and of the central house of the Philippines S.V.D., Christ the King Seminary, Quezon City. And not only that, he has also been the Provincial Superior of the So ciety of the Divine Word in the goodness devotion to duty are ex cellent qualifications for his new office. As Rector of the University of San Carlos he succeeds the Very Rev. Fr. Albert van Gansewinkel who has been appointed Director of St. Paul College, Tacloban City. When asked what his reaction was upon learning of his appoint ment here, he replied in a voice that was tinged with unpretended humility, "On the one hand, I felt a kind of apprehension whether I would be able to fulfill the hopes of my superiors and live up to their Very Rev. H. Kondring, S.V.D. ... no string of degrees ... Very Rev. Herman kondring,s. v.D. Philippines. In all these jobs Fr. Kondring managed admirably well. How ever, this is not surprising. From a man who puts not only all of his energy, talents, resources, and the best of what he has into his work but also his heart and soul, you can not expect anything else. Such a man can never fail; he can only succeed. More especially so when this "best of what he has" is coupled with an unshakable faith in Him Who helps "those who help them selves." In Fr. Kondring the devotion to duty is so deeply sincere and zeal ous that it prompted him to acquire the Philippine citizenship in 1940. To spend the rest of his life here in the Philippines is, in his own words, "in keeping with my priestly vocation. Besides, it is one more way of identifying myself with the people among whom I have been working and whom I have learned to love." His twenty-nine-year stay in the Philippines has made Fr. Kondring quite well acquainted with the ec clesiastical and civil authorities of the country. This fact, his former positions, as well as his honest-toexpectations. On the other hand, however," he emphasized, "I real ized it was a real challenge to do my very best and use the talent I have gained from experience to the fullest advantage." Barely three months have pass ed since Fr. Kondring assumed of fice. And already, he is bursting with ideas for our good ole' USC. He made it clear, though, that on the whole he is "very satisfied with the progress USC has already made." Nevertheless, there are a couple of plans which he intends to carry out as soon as he can, plans which had been under con sideration of the school administra tion for the past years. Among others, the plans include the build ing of a new boys' high school somewhere near Lahug, with ample grounds for sports (wait 'till the boys hear this!) and possibly, for the accommodation of boarders; the extension of the graduate school, and finally, the opening of the col lege of medicine. Earlier before we happened to ask Fr. Kondring about his acade mic attainments, to which he ob ligingly replied, "I don't have a string of degrees to boast of. All I have to my name is only a Master's degree in Education which I got from the University of Santo Tomas. That is why," he humbly adds, "I sometimes protest against being made to handle big responsibilities." But what's a string of degrees compared to a wealth of experience? What's a diploma compared with a will to do? It undoubtedly takes much more to accomplish an end, to bring plans from paper to reality. It takes much more than just know how or know-what, but of things not found in a sheepskin, things like guts, or "stainless steel in sides," an outstanding personality, and above all, that kind of faith which long ago was said to have "moved mountains" — and Fr. Kondring has all these. So, then, it would not be just pure optimism to say that this kindly, devoted ser vant of God will succeed in his plans. In God's own good time, he will. We have only to wait and see. We asked him for his picture before we left. At this Fr. Kondring grinned. "You can have it," he said. "But I warn you — I'm not photogenic!" Somehow, we thought we saw an impish gleam in his eyes. # AUGUST, 1955 Page 5 What Do You Think ABOUT THE GRADUATE SCHOOL? mHAT YOU THINK of the Gra duate School as an institution I do not know, and I should like to hear your ideas. But I know what great men of learning think about it. John Hopkins, talking on this topic: "Universities are refining. They are constantly, by labourious processes, by intricate systems of cooperation and by ingenious me thods, engaged in eliminating hu man errors and in submitting all inherited possessions to those pro cesses which remove the dross and bring out the gold." The author of the Blueprint of a Catholic Univer sity adds: "He was speaking of the university in the limited sense of the Graduate School." (op. cit. p. 13 Leo. R. Dard CSC). by CORNELIS van der LINDEN SVD, MA, Ph.D. If you would have been in other systems of universities you would have come to know that universities Having completed these studies and examinations, the European student enters the University. He has learned how to work and work hard. He enters with the idea of becoming one of the best in science and in society. He knows he has to work for that, but he has been prepared by days, and nights of studies at home and by very strict tests wherein professors do not give any consideration. It is in their code of honor to pass only the best students. require an entrance examination which is identical often with the matriculation of the Gymnasium. This classical institution requires in most countries at least the study of six years Latin and Greek, a few years of sometimes After entering the University he has to study his course for three or more years before the student is able to take his examination for a Bachelor or its equi valent. The examinations are always ad ministered orally but more often he is given a written test also. There is no idea of a printed dissertation and a pu blic defense of the same and some more (at least six) theses that have no connection with the dissertation but bridge the entire field of the doctorandus, the Doctor's degree is granted. By now you can make the com parisons yourself. I think you will certainly agree that only the Gra duate School is, to my idea, the stepping stone to the University. American authors write about their (and that is our) school system: "The children are not taught to work and discipline has long ago gone out of the window." (Blueprint, p. 349) and elsewhere (p. 350) the same author states: "In a word our ills are mainly these: we are too activist, too narrowly and immediately practical, confused about the ends. We have done our selves no great good by embracing a pragmatic infantilism." So what should be our ideas of the Graduate School? even Hebrew. They teach six and in Germany even up to nine years History of the entire world. Geography and Ma thematics, Chemistry, Biology and Botany, Zoology, Sociology, and the Principles of Economy. They require at least in all the of a diploma mill, as it is against the honour of the university. If such a thing would happen, the university-board would declare the examinations null and void and the professor would be discharged. First of all I like to quote the same author again: "From the first the ideal of the Graduate School has been nroductive scholarship." The next page he states: "The first product of Graduate School is the scholar, not merely or properly the person of liberal learning or the profession years a thorough study of Religion. Only after the successful completion of these studies, under teachers that are all either Doctorandi or Doctors and after passing the final examinations before university professors in a written and oral examina tion, students at the age of eighteen years are admitted to the University. Their formation and building up of their knowledge has reached by then the standard of our college at the level of AB or BSE and the like. The highly specialized studies like Law and Pharmacy do certainly dif fer herein. But do not forget that Law requires also a two year pre law course and so does Medicine and some others. This is the beginning of his stu dies. The Bachelor's degree by European standards is not a finish ing degree. It is just half way. After that he has to take some courses for at least two years more and after submitting a thesis and undergoing oral examinations, he is granted the degree of a Doctor. In Holland a student is required to do even more. After writing a thesis which is called a doctoral script in the minor and major subjects, he acquires only the title of doctorandus. After some years of indepen dent research work and the editing scholar, the man who is highly specialized and is thereby at or near the top in the field and is productive." Moreover, the professors of those colleges — gymnasia — are all, as 1 said before, doctores and doctor andi and therefore are of a higher standard and formation. Cathedra The precise task of the graduate student is to know, but in knowing must go beyond our present limits, at least in some degree and on some points. I agree fully with this author, and here I want to express my own ideas: I do not think that any Gra duate School (not even ours) recflly answers these ideals. Why net? I think that the prerequirements in the students have not been edu cated. I think a student of the Gra duate School should be a hard* * * Sidelights Page 6 THE CAROLINIAN working man or woman, ol the type "do it yourself." They should have a great interest in the field of their studies; something like: "My job is my Hobby." They should live for their study. Nothing should in terest them more and deeper than their study. They should live for knowing and knowledge. Moreover, they should have the longing for research and for finding out what nobody up to now has ever found and they should be en couraged by the idea that they could guide their fellowmen and even the church by their ideas. In them there should be the ideal of leadership, of cultural leadership, and bringing their own fellowmen nearer to Trutii eternal. Laurence Foster in the Functions of a Graduate School in a Democra tic Society demands: "Only students who have fine ability, good under graduate records and intellectual interest should be admitted. Stu dents must have the capacity and the desire to do exacting work; the graduate school is not the place for mediocre students." Don't you think that it is only lair as the de grees we receive sound equal to the European degrees and the American one? Moreover, if you have a Mas ter's degree you want to be treated and respected as a Master, don't you? But if they find out that we do not reach that standard, why should they take you up in their circles, where they only received a place after great pains and hard struggle? It would not be fair to them. The only way out is to reach their standards. What about the prolessors? Bow man says, In the Graduate School in American Democracy that on Graduate School should exist and no advanced degree should be given except for work under men who are in some respects frontiers men in their fields and who are provided with some opportunity to do research work." I agree because only then the prerequisites of the Graduate School in furthering knowledge and also in conquering new fields will be realized. I think that it is our great pride that our Fathers in San Car los, especially those who came from the Fu Jen University of Peking are the men cut from this sort of wood. They are men of great knowledge and I feel happy and humble to be in their company. They have con ducted researches and have pub lished the results. (Continued on page 19) • now that you have finally bungled into this column, allow me. . . scant moments back, i was consorting with the happy, but happy, feeling that everything would be well and kosher with me. the enrolment war against the registrar and his cavalcade of clerks (look who’s typing!) was declared over, there was nothing in the world for me to do except lie, kamlon-like, in wait for female invitation committees or curl up in my beat-up bunk with an overgrown and overaged lawbook for a spouse and, come recitation time, to blast away at my balding profs with a literatim et ad verbum talkathon on legal thingumbob (whatever that means), wrote my folks back home that i would not kindly take to the idea of solving crossword puzzles and crypto grams while an out-of-town dumbkopf was swindling the whole class and getting rewarded with a scholarship on the house, begolly, i wrote my folks, i would show to sundry, along with my sisfren and brethren, that no power on earth could ever alienate me from the unblushing resolution to fashion a name for myself and my relatives, yesoyes, i was all-fired to become a ge nius, until. . . but enough of this introductory tripe . . . I • my predecessor, nestorious morelosky, the womaniac that got away, will not be around anymore to swivel his artillery versus use’s painted, coated and embalmed women, one reason for his out was probably the cold reception he suffered for persisting in his apostasy from the english language, there were a lot of haps th$t happened to nestor. when last i saw him, he was frantically making amorous overtures with the women he I used to curve his dart at. the wimmin hereabout ought to be a jubilant | horde this year, nestor's just a tame, friendly hellion! i • this department recommends: I I. the organization of the circa 360-years-overdue students' council I in order that we may be able properly to underwrite the talents of our boopsie campus reformers and loudmouths, our locals are pitifully wanting in the art and science of horse-trading, fly-voting, alien-baiting, junketing, bolting, huddling, fusing and enriching, what they need is training and plenty of it. 2. the promotion of the former miss restituta genson to the rank of use librarian benemeritus in recognition of her devotion to library duties and her devotions to her other virtues, an extremely irate gentleman by the name of florentino felisarta, jr., told me of an encounter in which he and the erstwhile miss genson figured more than somewhat, according to him, the once-upon-a-time miss allowed him to enter the bowels of the use library on the strength of his identification card which she, the woman in question, received allegedly without ceremonies and formalities, but. . . Io (Continued on page 8) AUGUST, 1955 Page 7 ON DA LEVEL (Continued from, page 7) | -------------------------------------- I and hark! . . . when mister felisarta, on leaving the territory, got back his 1 card, he found the picture mutilated by a very imperious "x" smack dab j on the face, together with the annotation that the picture be changed, i and her manner, sez this felisarta chap, was superlatively rude, now, i am I moved to ask: what seems to be the matter with this library monstress? J does she want to be a hellcat dictator? is she the university's official photo- I grapher censor? the quondam miss genson believes, perhaps, that her size ; confers upon her the powers of a despot, as for photography, because i am destitute of any pretension to loquacity on the subject, the former genson will be in a hurry to deride me for my inexperience in darkrooms because she has probably gone to a lot of darkrooms before. i'm confused why, if her only qualifications are her size and her darkroom visitations, she has to arrogate unto herself the might and attendant rough ness of a dictator, about time somebody whittled her down to size. 3. the prohibition of ccaa parolees from further involvement in intra- > mural battles... 4. the awarding of a medal of honor to delfin campos, jr„ fa, es- , quire, to compensate the loss of his thumb during last year's tactical in spection; moreover, that the thumb under discussion be exhumed from its j subterranean boardinghouse and be buried with full military honors under fitting and appropriate ceremonies: with the further proviso that the subject appendage be promoted posthumously to the rank of colonel or general, the determination to be left to the pleasure of the bereaved relative, herr delfin campos, jr.; the last proposed in re the heroic thumb being that upon it be conferred the position of use rote commandant honoris causa, en absentia, ex-officio. • on the day the removal exams were wheezing full steam, the varsity team did not practice, which means that. . . • we are hard put to explain why the Carolinian has always exhibited stubborn insouciance, not to say dislike, towards everything that the ceg (college editors' guild) elects to undertake, talk about ceg conferences and all that and where does that place the Carolinian? it is always out looking in. if it looks at all. everytime the membership of this mag is brought about, somebody starts queering the discussion by throwing his tonnage around i and stamping his foot, result: the discussion gets stashed. i can't imagine anything wrqng with our joining the ceg. the organ ization isn't subversive, it isn't anti-something we oppose, the ceg counts with the membership of the nation's better-known magazines and periodicals, many of its former officers are now occupying positions of honor in the gov ernment. will anybody be divine enough to tell us to our naive .faces what's bad about joining the ceg? | • three of use's most beautiful madonnas, in the view of three of use's handsomest squires (boing!!) are: miss lourdes sequerra, who carries the ballot of tlechi; fraulein annie ratcliffe, whose sponsor is vrranud and, tertius, | signoretta perla goyeneche, whose patron extraord is. . uh . . . me. i • classmate dario bacol recited a case in succession and hit upon this i documented classic: "one-half of the estate went to the mother of the son while a portion went to another who was the father of the father of the cousin of the testator." (or words to that effect), law is quite easy, harrumph! • a very confidential source would have it appear that use is mulling the plan of installing a radio station similar to those of use and su. this source has it that the university administrative council, in a recent meeting, gave the plan more than a playful twirl, which is to say that the project is de finitely high in priority among those in use's crowded timetable. whatever may have transpired at that "summit" meet, this much we can say apropos: for one thing, putting up a radio station would, i ques( Continued on page 19) IT IS WELL that I am alone, alone with this pain, this pain, this painful pain in my head — crush ing my senses, sending them reel ing in an alley of fear. Alone with this pain, this painful pain, this pain ful pain, this painfully painful pain, this, painfully, painful, pain. A heavy throbbing is in my head — pulsating with every changing pace, unequal staccatos — metal balls rolling down last and lurious, bouncing high and low, high and low, high and low — now weak, now strong, now fast, now loud. My head feels big and swollen — a ripe tomato, wormed and rotten — smelly and red and shiny and slimy. In me, I could feel my blood running thru, making life — mak ing lifeless like live. I now open my eyes, knowing ... so carefully assured .. . with warning bells ringing around me — I am no longer me. I shall no longer be ruled and caged and bounded by fixed, stupid, unmov ing laws and inhibitions. No defin ite rules for me ... no world, where mistakes are outlaws and cheaters — bandits and trespassers. I shall be free and my mind shall know no limits: it shall have wings of freedom to fly with, the plight of thought to guide it... I shall be me, at last... I shall be me. Me, always me. Not him who shouts at the sight of blasting shores, but me who stands and wait silently. Not him who hurts the night with his scandalous vi gor, not him who seeks the door steps to a -lighted room, not him who clogs the mercy from Heaven with sordid soul, not him who peers behind gold-rimmed eye sockets and eats with gold-plated jaws. Not him, not him; but me. Always Me. Me and Me and Me.... never him, never you ... but Me. Now and forever... here and hereafter... Me. I wonder why a gray and brittle leaf should fall from a tree when it has as much right to stay up there as the green ones — why Page 8 THE CAROLINIAN LAST STAND by VICENTE RANUDO, Jr. does man crush the life of those under his undisputed strength, why does he have to push his bare feet down and mutilate his wrig gling brothers, why does he have to master man to muster men? Run a hair of thought. Should we in sist with pounded hands that hu manity is brutality? That brother hood is calamity? That the world is going 'round and 'round because we move it with our unconscious feet? That the hair of God is upon us because we were created in the image of Him? .... He who speaks with the speed and tremor of innumerable drums? He who loves with a love tenderer than the motions of a fawning smoke; He who is as humble as the pebbles on the shore and change less as the rushing sea? He who is the truth of all truth, the King of all kings . . . who sits and talks with the beggars in the streets; who muddles in dirt all day long and arises from it, cleaner than the skies He made, whiter than the clouds This wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven without one glimpse of reason or heaven. — Moore He breathed? Know your God, they say ... they say, they say... . you be the Judge. Why don't we judge by our hearts. By this mass of emotions pumped out by massive, interwoven muscles. Warped and woofed — pumping out pieces of hate, or love or admiration or courage or... nothing. Life — a big word. I've had my share of it — but mostly bitterness. But life could be pleasant should we strive and try to conquer that something that makes slaves out of us. Life could be easy should we use sympathy and understanding as often as we use our hands — as frequently as we use our eyes or nose or the fingers of our hands. Life could be laughter, could be joy, could be gaiety and starry or .... could be a lonely corner, could be darkness, could be a river of tears . .. could be — should be and shall... if we choose that it should be... and not dream of could-be's in the moonlight. I wonder... I wonder why 1 start and end up so nonsensically— pointlessly — drawn by illusions as maddening as my thoughts — com pressed, so unreasonably belittled myself. This seemingly second wall pier cing thru my logic — a higher level of outlook upon life — no laws, no tendencies. My life, your life, anybody's life isn't really a fight or a struggle for survival — your life before and now had been planned. Each and every scheme, the bits of happiness that happened along your way, the insurmountable sorrows you came across had been there — to hurt or lilt you up. Your destiny is there: established, known and un changeable. No matter what you had accomplished before you reach ed that destiny — no matter which road you take — you are bound to wind up there at the end; as one must arrive at the end of the road he follows. That is what mainly composes the thrill of being alive — whatever your choice may be — in golden chariot or on foot you'll get there — for that is, ironically, the journey to destiny. You can't (Continued on page 20) AUGUST, 1955 Page 9 If a young man is loose in his principles and habits; if he lives with out plan and without object, spending his time in idleness and pleasure, there is more hope of a fool than of him. —J. Hawes. degradartion has almost reached the point of barbarism. They seem to be lost in the forest of sins and crimes. To most of them, decency is a thing of the past, so that ad mirable traits and age-old tradi tions are utterly neglected; respect and reverence for the elders, wom en, and superiors are miserably thrown aside as if they were ugly garments of antiquity which hold no iota of significance. Ubiquitously, newspapers scream in bold headlines about the sadistic and immoral crimes feloniously committed by the youth of the land, the majority of whom are students. Lamentably, despite the fact that the table. And emboldened by the effects of the liquor, they began banging their fists on the table and kicking the chairs nearby, much to the annoyance of the rest of us. The proprietor tried to pacify them but a deft left hook caught him on the chin, sending him on all fours on the floor. The timely arrival of a plainclothesman saved the victim from further beating. Low morality is equally true to girls nowadays. Time was when great respect and reverence were duly accorded them. Today, it Is different. Most women are wanting of pro priety and decorum as manifested 0n tyw mORALITY when withdrawn from the vortex of man's life, creates a vicious untoward effect: it reduces his life into a meaningless animal existence. It is an eloquent manifestation of the flesh's triumph over the spirit, of pas sion's success over reason. Nothing is more odious and lamentable than a civilized, educated being who wil fully casts aside his noble ideals into the mire of immorality. A man who breaks away from moral standards can only find himself within the category of beasts. Youth today is on fire. He seems to be groping about in the darkness and confusion of the future. Most of them do not know or refuse to know what morality is or seems to be. . . what it means to their future and their country's. To those who do not know, God might be more merciful. . . more merciful than those who refuse to know. The latter kind is most common among the students today. Their morals are simply awful. Perhaps, the con science of every Filipino parent will be shocked to know that their chil dren's morals have "gone to the dogs." It is pitifully painful to wit ness the "hopes of our fatherland" bask under the filthy beams of im morality. They are on the right road to damnation. Their moral by FRED SISON • such bits of information are dissi pated in almost all parts of the ar chipelago, no positive action has been undertaken to alleviate the worsening predicament. To many, these have become "ordinary inci dents." Everyday, crimes ranging from simple theft to murder or rape fill the police records. In Manila, for instance, sons of elite and respect able families have gone beserk by causing tremendous damage on the property of innocent taxpayers just for the joy and heck of it. Yet, these boys come from exclusive colleges and universities! I was having lunch in one of the downtown restaurants when a bunch of unruly boys made a bois terous entrance, kicking the door wide open. Once inside, their voi ces, permeated with indecent re marks, rang loud and clear in the dining hall. In less than thirty minutes, empty bottles of gin filled by their gaudy attires and slovenly manner. They prefer to spend most of their times uselessly. They eas ily soil their chastity. They consi der morality a jigsaw puzzle the fragments of which can be put to gether after being shuffled. It is, therefore, not surprising to hear that a certain college girl is a mistress of a married man, or is engaged in clandestinely selling her flesh. But should we point an accusing finger at the youth for being lax in morals? Must we let the ax fall on them? Must we remain cold and indifferent to their sad plight? We must bear in mind that they were bom in a most critical period of the history of the world so that they seem to be lost in the maze of conflicting ideologies. The gov ernment has remained passive and cold to their sad predicament. Gov ernment officials are too obsessed with the idea of enriching them selves, setting a bad example to the youth. Like Machiavelli, they be lieve that ordinary morals do not apply to state matters and the ends always justify the means. There's something wrong here. Very wrong. But who is to blame? The youth? The parents? The state? The answer lies in every Filipino conscience. 5 Page 10 THE CAROLINIAN ... A lady charmingly tells about her adventures with the writing bug . . . ...THE PEN and I FROM a LITTLE ALCOVE in my room, I gazed in rapture at the wonderful drama unfolding be fore me, so rare to human eyes. One could see that Mother Nature was in her best humor. The blue sky, with its spotless clouds lazily floating by, afforded wonderful backdrop to the objects below. The lawn was carpeted with the green est and lustiest bermuda grass while the roses, the dahlias, and the african daisies bordering it were displaying proudly their vari colored buds and full-bloom flow ers. Gay butterflies, big and small, hovered here and there. In the middle of the lawn, my eyes fell on a fish pond populated by water lilies shyly baring their beauties to the world. A ripple now and then would playfully disturb the mirror like water in its tranquil rest. In a nearby guava tree, an oriole chirped melodiously. The cool, soft breeze, as it danced through the garden and off to far-off places, sang with the rippling river as they both joined the vast blue sea. There was music in the air and poetry everywhere. But I was not a com poser and neither was I a poet. So I sat there, oblivious of the time and the wonderful book that lay unopened by my side. Here was the power that inspired most men to do deeds of valor. What a pity to see it wasted before me. As I pondered over this, an inspiration took hold of me. It sent my blood pulsating through my veins and brought a warm flush to my cheeks. I could feel my spine tingling with excitement in anticipation of what I was about to do. Why not, I thought. I heard a friend once say that writers are not born. They're made. A little pluck, a little imagination, a little humor, was all that was needed to write a story. In my exhilarated state of mind, I thought writing a book was just a cinch.1 Visions of fame by ANNIE as a great authoress floated through my mind that, in no time at all, I found myself shakily holding a piece of paper and a pen. With my face towards the inspiration, I began to assemble my wildly scat tered thoughts. Now, what am I going to write, I asked myself. A novel, a fiction, an autobiography, a detective story perhaps or a ro mantic one? Then, wouldn't it be much more interesting to write about one's own life story; one's own faults or secret dreams? So I be gan to scribble what was fairly a story of my past. In the midst of my reminiscing, I stopped abrupt ly as if jolted to reality. I didn't want the whole world to know that I was once such a naughty, stupid little girl. It might cast a dark light on my person and thus shatter all my hopes of becoming an autho ress. But on second thought, wouldn't it be quite an achievement for one to become a great author from such a very poor past? Peo ple simply adore those who grow from rags to riches although in my case it was from sheer stupidity to becoming a near genius. But I found writing my past a very un interesting task so that, with the crumpling of papers on which I had written some paragraphs of my unflattering past, I abandoned the whole idea of writing my auto biography. To write a novel woven around two romantic souls next caught my fancy. I started it with quite a flourish all my own. But when I came to the part where the lovers whispered sweet-nothings to one another, I found myself writing pas sages that seemed familiar to me. Didn't I read it somewhere in one of Loring's books or was it the fic tional lovers of Oliver Curwood's RATCLIFFE who said those words? I sat fro zen in terror. Among writers, pla giarism is a grave offense not to be slightly thought of. Would I want to be branded a plagiarist? No—never. But every sweet phrase that came to my mind seemed to have already been uttered by some heroine in somebody's book. So, instead of taking the risk of being called a plagiarist, another bright plot came fluttering down to be si lenced by the crumpling of a num ber of freshly written paper. I've always loved mystery stories and writing one charmed me thorough ly. So, I started on another fresh sheet of paper, a story, which I vainly thought, would surpass all the Sherlock Holmes and Erie Stanley Gardner stories put together. Writing it, I had the thrill of ima gining myself in all sorts of predi caments. I once read a great au thor say that the more complicated the plot of a story is, the more the readers like it. So engrossed was I in entangling my hero in one scene after another that I did not know I had simply gone too far, weav ing a web around him from which to my dismay, there was no sal vation. (Neither was there a way out for him). The long hours I spent on writing was already telling on me. So what I did was to do the best thing: I sent it to its doom after a brisk crackle of crumpled paper. My poor hero? I wonder if he'd ever come out of it a whole piece. I started to take another fresh sheet of paper to renew my at tempts. By then, the sun was al ready a blazing disc in the sky. Although the soft breeze was still dancing in and out of my room, nevertheless I felt damp and warm; (Continued on page 44) AUGUST, 1955 Page 11 Sty. Sdtye QU. Qh. H MIDST THE FUN and flurry of a national holiday, twenty mil lion hearts banded in prayer to pay their respects to the "blood, sweat and tears" of our heroes who, in the fields of Bataan and in the caves of Corregidor, did not know the meaning of defeat. In the same province that plant ed the first kris of independence into the heart of a foreign invader, a group of resolute men contributed their share in the commemoration. The place: Cebu Normal Grounds. The Date: July 4 — 9:00 A.M. Across the field four 57 mm guns lay sprawled and manned by anxious cadets while a little way ol an elderly officer, clad in fatigue uni form and a helmet on, his eyes pro tected with sunglasses, a.45 dan gerously dangling at his side, was commanding the members of the firing battery to relax; later, to pre pare for action; then finally, fire! As tb.e solemn refrain of the Na tional Anthem was played, the Fi lipino flag raced in its undisturbed pace to the top of the pole that stood defiant to an overcast sky. Instant ly, at 9:12 twenty-one roars of the guns at ten-second intervals filled the air. Those who heard the sound from afar never knew that the USC Field Artillery cadets fired them. The members of the firing bat tery were: Maj. A. S. Garcia, Cadet officers: Arturo Ralota, Alejandro Luzon, Ulysses Bataclan, Jacinto Gador, Matias Juanjug, Francisco Miole, Mario Penafort, Eduardo Quirante, Alexander Acain, Felipe Tajoda, Vicente Belarmino, Gregorio Alenton, Jose Ros, Rolando Leyson, The debutants: The Corps Commander and his Staff. Antonio Ybanez, Felipe Labucay, Beatisimo Dinsay, Sosthenes Codilia, Erasmo Diola, Francisco Literatus, Felipe M. Verallo, Jr. She. StyAtem, The secret weapon which made us click last tactical inspection was a workable system. It was a sys tem of untiring leadership, hardwork, patience, loyalty and team work. It was the same system that made Jacinto Mendez and Arnold Mollaneda cling to the first thirty bright boys in Fort McKinley. And Melly Ajero, Felipe Labucay and others rolled back the questions hurled by the tactical inspectors like it was nobody's business. All these were planned, coordinated and replanned by Maj A. S. Garcia and erstwhile Lt Saturnino Gutang, in close cooperation with his su bordinates. She Jjla and, the Sie The rumors that the Major was transferred to some other assign ment made most of the P. del Rosa rio diehards feel lost and sad. The rumor, of course, was just a rumor. He is still with us, with renewed vim and vigor. Whoever was the first person to Page 12 THE CAROLINIAN think of a USC Model Company is not known, but this much is cer tain: there is going to be a Model company, the first of its kind in. Cebu. Paddy Deen, able Company Commander, Louie Batongmalaque, Jose Ros, Manuel Lim, and Dominador Tomo, sidekicks. This company in all indications is comparable to the glamorous West Pointers. Com plete with all the trimmings, it is composed of select cadets. Watch these cadets in parades and I will bet my neck to a nickel they will be the wow!! and whew!! of our dalagas. This man shouts, sings, jumps, swims, somersaults and whatnuts! These are not Greeks dancing in honor of Dionysius—they are diehards being hazed. What for? For the disarmingly simple reason that they want to be cadet officers and the ritual is part of it. To make them the best cadet officers this part of the globe. In Baguio, they call it carino militar, an order which can make you wish you were not born alive! Jhest, Nobody can put it more aptly than the Commandant: "Wars are planned by generals in swivel chairs but they are won by soldiers in the foxhole." These are seme of the men who will unite their talents to retain the Star. Who is more important: the leader or the follower? Don't bo ther to answer that. The fact is the Corps Commander, Cdt Col Melecio Ajero is the best qualified leader because of his leadership, personality and intelligence. Being a brother of Conrado "1st place" Ajero there is no doubt that a car bon copy of success is bound to accrue. The shadow of a person follows him all the time unless there is no light. The shadow of the Corps are the Corps staffers. They follow the Corps Commander and, being res pectable men, they shine better among the ordinary cadets and in ferior officers under the sparkle of their ranks. Cdt Lt Cols Arturo Ralota, Antonio Aquino, Dominador Deocampo, and Sergio Pangandoyon, belong to that species, (laugh) Company Commanders are the very important people in the Corps. They are directly in touch with their men. Cdt Capt Felipe Labu cay is one who proved his mettle last Tactical Inspection by solving all the platoon problems. A scholar, (Continued on pane 19) ht Lt Edmundo V. Gandionko9 l\E New Assistant Commandant On June 1. 1955, a man. erect in stature, came to the Office of the Com mandant, talked heartily with Lt Gutang, and from that time on a new personal ity sat behind the table of the Assist ant Commandant. 1st Lt EDMUNDO V. GANDIONKO, INF. Later, news was re ceived that 1st Lt SATURNINO GUTANG is already a Commandant in Kalibo, Coplx. Born in Majuyod, Negros Oriental, Lt Gandlonko spent most of his childhood and mature years in Cebu. A Cebu School of Arts and Trade graduate, he is a senior AB student at the University of Southern Philippines. During his col lege days, the ROTC attracted him and right then and there worked his way through two decorations: Ex-Governor Cuenco's Medal of Honor and the Board of Trustee's Trophy given by the Presi dent of the USP Association. At pre sent, he Is also a Junior Law student. He was commissioned in 1949, as signed as Ad|utant and SI of the 6th BCT In Pampanga, and was sitting it pretty there for sometime. Prior to his present post he was connected with the Department of National Defense. Upon assuming his post here, he took unto himself the difficult fob of linking the cadets with the administration, the preservation of the esprit de corps, and of helping devise the blueprints for re taining the STAR. It is without doubt that If the receptiveness of the cadets will not wane, the STAR will not fall to some other guy's shoulders. AUGUST, 1955 Page 13 Shirley Mansor Evangelista • Hi. . . (chatter) . . . nice to know you . . . (shiver) . . . Okay . . . I've got the jitters. Must you won der? After all, I'm still a new char acter around here, just as much as you are maybe. I've still got to get that certain "ummm" feeling, then I wouldn't have to feel so scared and uncertain. Honest, I am. After all, (again?) those former mesdames who handled this celebrated leaf of the Carolinian were real and accepted denizens of Shaw's world . . . But heck! I'm here to fill their boots, and I might as well start the ball rollin' . . . (and hope Lady Guts doesn't desert me just this once . . .) Let's start off in real campuscrat jive . . . They say friendship is stronger than fiction, and don't come around asking me why. Just take a look, a good one, at Nena Vallejo and Nora Bondoc when they go out to gether, so . . . "all the time". Inseparable isn't the word, either. They just slick together, that's all. And Lita Misa carries that drawing board of hers like a professional and a veteran. Some of these days she'll be designing one of your houses. * IT ' WAIT . . . and see . . . Now, who was it who said that names are the duplication and the mirror of personality? Andrew Young isn’t just an ANDREW al all . . . At least, he's gay (?). companionable and nice. Mike Lirio here agrees with me on that, eh Mike? (Confidentially), somebody told me that Puring Celdran simply makes him delirious with — guess what! I wouldn't blame him . . . she's worth all that. And take a gander at her sister, Gloria. Perfectly super, these two. And you should know Lourdes Quiamco, Tita Sanchez, Lorna Delute, Inday Cacafranca and Fe Villaluz. You just can't have a dull moment with these . . . "dames' . . . and I mean that too .... Here’s a fine example of the happy-go-happy brood of "juvenile de linquents" we have around . . . Robert Bondoc, Bobby Solon, Cipring Rama, Romy Salgado and Joel Briones. Barely out of high school . . . now they can afford to laugh like real college men . . . To Jo Manubag goes the distinction of being demure . . . cool, at the same time being the prexy of Secretarialand., and a good one too. You know, the Sec's seems to have all the good lookin' numbers. Right? Look! BUDDY Q . . . (you've seen him before) is winking ... Jo is poetry in petti coat, he sez. This guy . . . he's positively . . . "Bubbling with the splendid fires of youth". . . (brother, what con glomerated hypo-dromes we use...)... But, that's how some eloquent sehor titled Andy Misa says about our perfumed (usually) species of gender feminina. I'm not sure whether Nazar Suzara, Vivo Songfo, and Nick Vasquez agree with Andy. But one thing is certain. These gentlemen of the crewcut, tight jean, and loud shirt crowd wouldn't object. How's that boys, huh? (Continued on page 20) J • opud in I • by rmgrupo i • yesterday was a hollow, was a gnaw ing iota of nothingness, a nameless glomeration of darkness and time, it was a hunger, the hunger that set the heart to singing, and the hungering the needing was for beauty to breath ing. to pulsing — alive. —now there is tenderness here. • and the heart, out of the once before, today, is born, to a glorious shower. of almost intolerable promise, for FLORA is beauty's search satisfied and satis faction is rebirth, so to existence once ■ more, to the man again. I NO MORE RETURNING TO THE PAST? | OF THE MUTED MEMORIES... NOW ; CRY NO MORE TEARS... i NOR SLEEP DREAMLESS SLUMBERS? I yet: | this today will be tomorrow's yesterday, it flees — so. even now. and this i: I have no hands to hold the waning, to stay j time's ebbing tides, and soon, leaving. ' shall be the dying of another present. • and i would weep again, as i have always wept, as the dying colors weep at the sun's resting, and the present shall have died into another hollow, another darkness that waits, silent, like i: for the coming of another dawn. Page 14 THE CAROLINIAN To find myself in peace in tribulation by the lake with Li Pai drinking to the moon or pour with Omar Khayyam sway to the chant to Osiris (3rd mil. B.C.) lost in the theatre of Dionysus listen to Kung-fu-tze disagree with the Oracle the Great Pyramid smell the sweat of laboring slaves crimson the burning of Rome the darkness of silence Beethoven's Eroica city of David walk its eternal streets silence a new era Judea the world this universe rise and fall of civilizations the night the day the glory the years the moment (this moment) of all humanity all ages Within the library. I augh . . . and tlie world • • • compiled by addy b. sitoy A doctor in a clinic was interviewing a new patient. "If I find an operation necessary," he asked, "would you have the money to pay for it?" "Listen, Doc," replied the man, "if I didn't have the money, would you find the operation necessary?" lor one t A correspondent called the Soviet Embassy in London to check a report. A woman answered the telephone. "He isn't here," she said. "Who isn't there?” asked the correspondent. "Whom did you want to talk to?" asked the woman. ------United Press Wife to husband: "I'm going to do some shopping. I'll be back in about twenty dollars!" ------Publishers Syndicate In Hartford, Conn., a public works laborer was filling out a job question naire. To the question, "Who is your immediate supervisor?" he jotted down, "My wife." ------United Press The employment clerk, checking over the applicant's papers, was amazed to note the figures 107 and I I I in the spaces reserved for "Age of Father, if living" and "Age of Mother, if living." "Are your parents that old?" asked the surprised clerk. "Nope," was the answer, "but they would be if living." ------Coronet In the Bronx, Acting Capt. John Cronin, head of the Missing Persons Bureau, hunted for his two children, found them hiding in a cemetery. "We wanted to see how good you were," explained I I-year old Alice. In a Manhattan park, a cop found Ahmed Hassen asleep in a tree. Hassen explained that he slept in trees because sleeping on benches was forbidden. ------Time Moss Hart tells about the time he caught a little boy up an apple tree on his farm. The lad said: "One of your apples fell off and I was trying to put it back." I * —Reader's Digest AUGUST, 1955 Page 15 CAES.— Let me have men about by C FAIGAO that are fat, Sleek-headed men and such as sleep o’ niyhts. The age of Elizabeth was an era of intellectual freedom, of growing intelligence, of mate-, rial comfort among all classes, of unbounded enthusiasm. The Eng lish loved Elizabeth and Elizabeth loved England and the English. Un der her reign the drama rose to its height of development and .the dra ma spoke through the genius of one man. It was a time of literary patron age and lucky, indeed, was the writer who could find a man of height and substance to hang on to for the publication of his works. But if a literary patron was invalu able, much more so was the impe rial nod of approval. The Queen's approbation was worth half a do zen patrons for the young writer looking for his bearings. Nicholas Rowe, who dared the first serious attempt at writing a life of Shakespeare, asserts that Queen Elizabeth was so well pleased with the admirable character of Falstaff in the two parts of King Henry IV that she commanded Shakespeare to continue it for one more play and to show Falstaff in love. With this, Shakespeare "officially arrived" and Sir John Falstaff started trek king on his way to immortality. It must have been partly to ob lige the Queen that Shakespeare commits himself in the Epilogue to the Second Part of King Henry IV. The dancer says: One more word, I beseech you. If you be not too much cloyed with fat meat, our humble author will continue the story, with Sir John in it, and make you merry with fair Katherine of France. It is to the artistic integrity of Shakespeare that he held the de mands of high art of greater im port than a casual promise, and does not continue the story of Sir John. Or if he does so in The Merry Wives ol Windsor, he converts Sir John into a regular buffoon in no way connected with the comic crea tion in the Henry IV plays. On the contrary, he kills two birds with one stone,—he satisfies the queen and leaves his artistic honesty intact. When a Hollywood actress has reached a certain degree of popu larity, it is often the practice of Hollywood producers to look for a picture to provide a proper vehicle for her special talents. It seems that it was the other way with Shakespeare when he created Fal staff. He had to create him to fit a role. Thus he is in some respects an artistic freak, an aborted brain child of the poet's artistic conveni ence. Hardin Craig says: Falstalf is from the point of view 0/ literary history an acci dent, a very happy accident. . . (he) happened into the drama from a very varied body ol ante cedent circumstances. . . This is only one of the many in stances in which Shakespeare is pretty cavalier with the facts in or der to suit the higher purposes of drama. The characters in Henry IV fall naturally into two groups, with one man serving as the pivot for the action of each group. The histo rical plot revolves upon Hotspur; the Falstaffian comedy revolves upon Falstaff. In the contemplation and portrayal of Hall, who is to be dev eloped into England's "darling king," Shakespeare needed a Bo hemian background. That back ground painted, the dramatist next needed a fit figure to supply it with color and give it personality. Thus Falstaff was born. And Falstaff did not spring fullgrown like Aphrodite from the broad brow of Zeus. From one of the sources of the comic incidents of the play, an old anonymous chronicle called Famous Victories ol Henry the Filth, Shakespeare ap propriated the name of Sir John Oldcastle, — the modern ollense of plagiarism had not yet been invent ed—which name was transliterated to Falstaff. The actual Sir John Oldcastle was a Lollard martyr and, unlike Brutus, was an honorable man. The influential remnants of his family resented the sly digs on their favorite ancestor contained in the Prologue to Part I of Henry IV. For this, Shakespeare makes public apology in the Epilogue to Part II of Henry IV, when he makes the dancer says: . . . Falstad shall die of a sweat, unless already 'a be killed with your hard opinions (in our times, public opinion, or (he complaints in the Public Pulse Columns) for Oldcastle died a martyr, and this is not the man. All this by way of saying, in the language of Hollywood's script writers, that the characters in the play are purely fictitious and any resemblance with any character, living or dead, is purely coinciden tal with the turns of the fecund Shakespearian genius. Judging from this, we are tempt ed to suggest that Shakespeare's must have been a kind age, in which a public apology consisting of two lines in an epilogue could easily suffice as a balm for an en raged conscience. Ours is a more sensitive generation. We have less art now and more suits for civil damages. J Faith is to believe what we do riot see; and the reward of this faith is to see what we believe. St. Auffustiue Philosophy: A route of many roads leading from nowhere to nothing. Bierce We always love those who admire us, and we do not always love those whom we admire. La Rochefoucauld Page 16 THE CAROLINIAN MATURE must have been in a capriciously generous mood when she created woman. Or else she would not have endowed this skirled, half-angelic biped in high-heels with such a prodigious amount of indefinable charms that make her the most talked-about creature this side of the flying sau cers, the H-line, the H-bomb, or the recent solar eclipse. Exaggerating, you say? By no means. In fact we haven't even said half of it. For not only has woman fascinated the world of man for numberless centuries but she has also exerted a profound in fluence in shaping the destinies of What Is This Thing Called Woman? men ever since this world began. And that's no mere glibberish, either. Big statements, no doubt. But they also happen to be true. The Holy Bible itself testifies to that effect. We know only too well the tragedy which befell old man Adam on ac count of Little Miss Mischief. Come to think of it. Suppose there had been no such creature called Eve? Life would have been simply grand, wouldn't it? Most certainly. But we doubt whether Adam would have agreed with you. Ever tried imagining a field sprawling upon miles and rniies of cornstalks with not a single blossom in it to arrest your eye? Try it sometime. The truth is further made mani fest and illustrated in glaring clar ity not only in the Holy Scriptures but also in our history, myths, and legends. Their very pages boast of women who, in more ways than one, held the fate of empires in their palms. There was Helen of Troy, for instance, famed in song and story as the girl with "the face that launched a thousand ships and burned the topless towers of Ilium." And there was Castile's Queen IsaIn the beginning, said a Per sian poet — Allah took a rose, a lily, a dore, a serpent, a. little honey, a Dead Sea apple, and a handfid of clay. When he looked at the amal gam — it iras a woman. — WILLIAM SHARI’ bella, England's Elizabeth I, Cathe rine de Medicis of France, Empress Catherine 11 ol Russia, Maria The resa, Queen of Austria and centu ries ago in Egypt a Cleopatra—one and all were women of such all pervading influence as to lead one historian to exclaim of the latter, "Had Cleopatra's nose been an inch L. AMIGABLE longer, the face of the world would have been changed!" Why, then, you ask, what is it about this thing that makes it so in teresting? Just what is this thing called woman? When a female infant, so the wise birds tell us, sheds off the last remnants of its baby clothes and has successfully graduated from pigtails to an Italian hair-do, it be comes a woman. A woman is a piece of skin stretched over a bun dle of king-sized question-marks held together by exclamation points. She comes in varied combinations of shapes, sizes, colors, and trim mings. She may be a dark-haired lass with the veil and fan. She may be a cute little thing with long golden braids, white cap, and wooden shoes. Perhaps, she is a tall red-headed Venus in a busi ness suit. Or perhaps, she is a shy brown goddess in a saya and bakya. But in whatever package she comes in, she always remains true to what she is: a creature destined to fascinate and inspire. (Continued o>t page H) AUGUST, 1955 Page 17 “INVITATION TO HE KICKED the door shut with an artless swing ol his right foot, winching as the impact of the door, slamming violently, jarred the loose objects in the room. In habi tual deference, he posed and wait ed for the raucous outburst of fe minine temper which always accom panied those acts of slightly rude playlulness: —Henrick, What do you want to do, bring the roofs down on our heads? You must think that door is made of marble. Some of these days. . . It toned down to guttural mum blings when his spiked heels beat their accustomed tattoo of nonchal ance and disregard as he shambled across the sparsely furnished room. By the time he tossed the books he carried with lazy abandon on the bed and sat down on its metal edge, it had stopped. It was always like that everytime he came home. He would slam the door and she would flare up and unleash a stream of profane pro test. —1 don't really like to slam that door, he soliloquized. I just like to tease her. She easily boils up a temper, and I say women are all and always, screaming creatures. Look at her, she's already falling apart at the seams with age and she still can manage to screech as if it was nobody's business. Heck! Who said they were frail creat ures. . . ? —Your supper's ready, you ma niac. And just try slamming that door again. And you won't have anything left for you to eat in a month.— He let that go. A few moments later, he had pulled back a chair and started to eat in mock silence. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw her emerge from the kitchen with a steaming dish which she placed before him. He fumed in wardly, after a glance at it: Kalamunggay! Again? Kalam. . . —What was in that letter?, she interrupted. —What letter? —It's there on your table. It was quite thick and on expensive YESTERDAY” by REX Ma. GRUPO Illustrated by DICK CABAILO paper, too. I should say it was from a girl. It was perfumed. —Thanks, he said, and thought on: geeze! somebody should hire her as a private eye. She certainly has eyes to notice those intimate details. But whose? not her, she's too feminine to write me. Frank? Lydia? No, not those people. They're too lazy to do that now. And who in heaven would be good enough to perfume. . . hey. . . per fume? not her! .. . The chair fell to the floor with an ugly crash as he flung it in frenzied haste, bolting for the stairs and tak ing the steps three at a time: — Henrick! have you gone mad? how many times must I tell you that. . . . She heard the door slam (again!), and she swore. But he did not, could not hear the rowdy chain of profanity. He was too absorbed by the fine print of his name, the first faint threads of remembrance spreading a pale, whiten flush ac ross his features. Half by instinct, half by will, he sat down slowly on the old arm-chair. He would know that penmanship anywhere, and his fingers trembled slightly as he tore off one edge, crushing the torn pieces with nerveless fingers. He spread the letter open before him gingerly, as if it would crumble and fall apart at his touch. Even without seeing the finely graven "Sol" at the last page, he had been certain it came from her. The per fume alone was enough to tell him that. He gave himself to sudden day dreams: it has been so long. How (Continued on page 35) Page 18 THE CAROLINIAN ON DA LEVEL (Continued from page 3) tion never, inaugurate courses in technology, for another, it would give Catholicism a tremendous boost in this bend of the mountains, and for still another, radio station all our own would make for improved english in the university, there are reasons abundant why we should favor the in stallation of a broadcasting outfit here, truth to reveal, some of the fathers are openly identified with the move, let's wait and see what happened next. . . • these communist just can't be trusted, matter of fact, they don't even trust themselves, i don't give any percentage to a conference where one of the parties is commie, a red goes to peace conferences with the right hand signing a covenant while the left holds a revolver under the table. • up, up there in the third floor where we write and recite, flunk or pass in law, a sizzling discovery by lady classmates has the class in a collective gawk, the invention was, of course, sired by the necessity of staving off the mounting mortality in prof villanueva's classes, we all of us wised up early to the fact that atty villanueva does not disturb the sequence of the class cards, so . . . the ladies started writing mnemonics (representing our names) to insure hiked marks in recitation, all we do is read the portion of the book where we think we will be hit and pfft! the recitation becomes one smooth, satin procedure, it’s a cute racket, i tried it. . . and flunked. • trouble with troublesome people is that whenever they come upon a slangy-fwangy line, they proceed to protest in high C. slang, they cry long and loud, is verboten to their tastes, they don’t buy slang, no sir. i have frequently been accused of adulterating people's tastes by retailing too much slang, now, for once, i'd like to tone down tinctured anti slang feelings by offering literary asylum in this column to a typical filipino friendly letter minus slang, this one’s pure aged-in-bamboo pinoy english. here she blows: dear friend. . . . i receive your most-awaited billet in good condition and i understood all the content of what you means to say. on the other hand before i proceed to the main point of this humble epistle of mind may i interrogate you how do you do? as for me desame as usual. . . your friend. if anyone among you, my civil readers, wants to sick that kind of eng lish on me, start looking the other way but fast! i’d very much rather not be desame as usual. • the use band, with (maizetro) selerio on the podium, has gained quite a metronome of notoriety for overdoing its "funebre" series, we folks keep on protesting that we have no yen for dirge even if it is the last wailing note in modern spooky music . . . but the band simply goes on with its threnodic exercises as if the examinations are going on. last week, however, the band, in a moment of sheer heresy, played "stardust." it's strange but the departure from funeral study transformed use's denizens into a parliament of sighing, happy faces. • we lift pertinent portions of a very interesting letter addressed to atty, catalino doronio. quote. . . good news!!! we supply ideal love to lonely hearts, if you are searching for an ideal partner, we offer love directories. . . compilations of names of negotiable young men and women with personal data . . . composed of name, address, age, civil status, body measurements, financial status, etc. ... if you have the directories, your destiny is just in the palm of your hands similar to the weather bureau which forecasts the weather. . . you overcome the barrier of distance, time, money and effort for it is safe and economical instead of spending much on personal ac quaintance. you are sure of favorable results because the names stated are willing to be married or engaged at their discretion, close quote. atty doronio think it was addressed to the wrong guy. i don't think so. • end item, folksies. . . WHAT DO YOU THINK . . . (Continued from page 7) What I see as a great needs is that San Carlos University should start a means ol scientific publica tion wherein our priestly-and-lay colleagues will be able to publish their works. That we are on the right way appears from the fact that the Gra duate School has appointed Mr. Marcelino N. Maceda, M.A., as its first research assistant. In the meet ing of the Graduate School faculty, Father Rector readily consented that more research-assistants may be ap pointed and that he will give them the possibility to visit foreign univ ersities on U.S.C. scholarships for further studies. We are on the right track. The faculty and its dean will do every thing and will be ready to receive suggestions. But the response is up to you, students! ROTC BRIEFS (Continued from page 13) handsome, tall guy he is. Cdt Capt Aznorito Canete is another dyna mic leader with a slight twist of a politician. Humble, learned and aggressive. Cdt Capt Winilredo Geonson is an uncommon common fellow, friendly but firm with his cadets; intelligent but understand ing; outspoken but sincere in his ideas. Of late a Model Company has come to shape and everything of it is an example from the cadet officers to snappy actions of the men in the ranks. Faddy Deen is the groome Co. Cdt 1st Lt Jose Ros, handsome boy, amiable and helpful; Cdt 1st Lt Louie Batonznalaque (really big and rock) is also the Adjutant-General; a real friend he makes to anybody. Cdt 1st Lt Manuel Lim, Jr. and Cdt 1st Lt Dominador Tumo, Jr. are tall, brisk and lovable cadet officers, too. Before the other units develop hysteria I better sign off. Another chapter of names will be written in the next issue. But here is a P. S. Cdt cpl Adelino Sitoy a warm hearted co-staffer is a cadet of "G" Platoon. Meet him any time. AUGUST, 1955 Page 19 Sanity’s Last... (Continued from page 9) CAMPUSCRATS. . . (Continued from page 14) really fight for that or this destina tion — but a better way and means Io reach that inevitable destination. The destiny of a destined des tination. A destination to port un known — port unknown — unknown port — port — phort — fourth — fourth of July. Colored pains rocket ing in my head — ricocheting in my vibrating skull. Can this be the process by which man, such as I, rational and intelligent — can this be the slow deliberate method by which a healthy, normal brain is slowly Iransferred into a state of complete derangement? Is this why I can': seem to grope for something to stabilize my thinking process? My feeling process .. . You are man and because you are such don't think that you are all you think you are — remember that you are just a creation — a machine or something placed on earth by a Power infinitely greater. You are not as complete as you think you are and your power that goes about you. You eyes have not seen the most beautiful of things nor all the tremendously instiling colors — your senses haven't ex perienced all the leeling — your heart not all the power to love. Love — always love. Love here: Love there, love everywhere. Love above the clouds, love beneath a fallen leaf, love among the winds — love for a cigarette, love for "music, love for books, pencils, ink, pens, schools — schools, always schools. Love — a cane to a blind man -- always ahead, always watching. But love is blind, though it has something better than the eyes to guide it. The faith that is born with it could cross a world and never lire — the inspiration that eman ates is strength and determination. Love — so big and surpassing — it has a thousand eyes and a thousand tongues. In everything,’ in any form of anything, it takes a hand. Nations and empires are not big enough to be its match' even its self leans on it. What'lhe mind cannot defeat, the heart battles and conquers — nothing too great, nothing formidable. For when all that, is here, all whose presence you feel and believe, when all comes to_.ari end,-.— when no thing, not even existence exit—love (Continued-on page 22) . ■ [Hey Ed: one of your boys is an "almost convict". You know what? All the time that we were flying along, and I don't mean cruising, we had an unlicensed "pilot”. No wonder we had so many near places, crashes, that is. And we got pinched too. I mean, he got pinched. You should tell REX G. not to prowl around in nobody-knows-whose car without a permit.) Carmen del Prado — there's a girl for you, Joe. Now — don’t get me wrong. What I mean is that she's a wonderful friend, refined, cordial and fine. And Pat Estorco is just as swell, and just as made of the same fine threads. Vicky Manguerra and Tita Cui are quite some girls, don't you think? (I’m presuming that you know them, which you should . . . Ed: who doesn't?) ... I never knew, but our own Nene "last toy" Ranudo Jr. is the grand ol’ man of the "martinets". You know what? He's quite a guy, huh? (Does that 1 entitle me to an invitation, Mr. President?) . . . (Overheard) . . . "women nowadays are getting stranger and more com• plicated . . .". Oh yeah? Say that to Tita Mabugat or Mila Evangelista . . . | (I know her. . . she's my sister...)... Boy! I certainly dare you to . . . Why is it that some "wimmin" ... (is that right?) in spite of being cool, maybe indifferent and discreet, are so appealing, they scatter a man's com posure and rattle whatever peace of mind he has. All Lida Baring has to do is. . . smile and — w.o.w.. . the results are supersonic. Can you beat that? And Nena Cespon . . . she's just a wisp of a girl, (but with such dis turbingly beautiful eyes) . . . she looks at you, like she does at these pro nounced eccentrics and what happens. . . boinggg! Follow me? In fact, Jun "I thank you" beg your pardon Uytengsu is all out with me on that. You . can ask him. Say, I didn't lenow Enrique Yap writes such nice "balaks" . . . I it's really strange, this world we live in. j Bobby Coligado . . . I've been persuading this guy to teach me the ■ tap dance, but he's stingy. He won't give. Not even Charito Beltran can | goad him into displaying his wares. . . (somebody's getting red in the face, and it isn't me at all . . .) I By the way, Jim Borja, who I must say, knows "too much" for his age. is "after" a certain education lass. . . I've done everything to make this l Clemente Rama dig the whole works ... I'm simply curious. . . (all women j are . . .) and . . . Clem simply isn't cooperative . . . yeah, somebody should i declare him an "evader" for lack of cooperation. Balloon skirts, gypsy earrings and flat shoes make up a wonderful bundle of femininity called Zenaida Capada. So is Gopi Gurbuxani: neatly attired and looks chic. You know her sister, Sawatri, don't you? She might be a bit frolicsome, but she certainly is also worth any man's pries . . . How's that J—? Yep! Pert'n cute and super these girls Linda Arcilia, Jolie Mercado and Lupe Campo. You wouldn't regret meeting them folks! Gee! I really j pity Mario Beltran and Tommy Misa .... they've been going through these i initiations for three days already . . . those masters are having their "ven i detta" proceedings, they were last year's neophytes too. | Just can't help associating Florentino Osorio Suico, Jr. with that slaphappy frat called the Alpha Kappa Alpha. He looks so "akan'’ that akan almost imagine the wimminfolk's eagerness to have him re-initiated (is there such a' thing?) Junior goes in a big way for such teenage things as ponytails and petticoats and. . . of course. . . teenagers!!! Everytime JPR swishes into the "C" office, he is a-dither with tales and tales. Piece d'resistance of Joe's yarn-spinning is Taling Espiritu, that pert but shy education co-ed. Taling's favorite den is the library and v.e hazard the guess that she has read of l-o-v-e from A to Rrrrte. Tee hee. Golly! Some speech I have made hey? I could make some more (notwithstanding the hoarseness. ..)... but I have no time ... In fact. . . oops! there goes the gong ... I gotta go folks . . . cheerio . . . see you next time ... as Mr. Morelos used to say . . . "gom bye" .... Page 20 THE CAROLINIAN Th(> (urolinian... ... Science Corner Nicholas copernicus (14731543), the famous German ec clesiastic, became the founder of a new astronomy. In his pioneer work, "On the Revolutions of the Celestial Spheres" he succeeded in proving — contrary to the beliefs of strdd, a thousand years — that the earth is not the center of the universe, but the sun stands and does not move. On a monument erected to his me mory in Saint Anne's church at Cra cow, you find the inscription: "Sta., sol, ne moveare" (Stand, sun, do not move). This word, taken from iho Bible (Josue 10, 12), expressed his ardent desire to prove that the sun does not move. And the more he studied "the godlike circular move ments of the world, the course of the stars, their magnitudes, dis tances, risings and setting", the more he was convinced that "the sun stood still in the midst ol heav en" (Josue 10, 13). COPERNICUS' LIFE. Corpernicus, the scientific name for “Koppernigk", has been claimed by Poland, but it has been proved that he was of pure German ori gin. He was born in 1473 in the West Prussian town of Thorn, which then belonged to the Kingdom of Poland. The scientist's father is be lieved to have come from Upper Silesia or Cracow, both then pre dominantly German. His mother's family had lived in Thorn for sev eral generations but is thought also to have come originally from Silesia. While Copernicus was still a child, his father died and his uncle, a Catholic bishop, looked after the education of the boy. At the Univ ersity of Cracow he studied mathe matics. Afterwards he went to Bo logna, Italy, where he changed his study of church law with studies of the stars. A few years later he studied medicine at the University of Padua. Then he went back to Poland, where he became a mem ber of the cathedral Chapter at Frauenburg. His learning in canon law made him one of the foremost authorities of his land. He found sun • • • This picture was taken by Rev. Fr. A. v. Gansewinkel, S.V.D. during his last days in the University of San Carlos just before he took over the rectorship of the St. Paul's College, Tacloban.—He tried to catch the sun in the land scape by using a special device for reducing its brightness. DO NOT IDOUE plenty of time to devote to the me dical service of the poor. But he dedicated a major portion of his life to the study of mathematics and astronomy. His reputation of being a great astronomer was such that, in 1514, the Lateran Council, conby Rev. Fr. M. RICHARTZ, S.V.D. voked by Pope Leo X, asked for his opinion on the reform of the ecclesiastical calendar. His answer was, that the length of the year and of the months as well as the mo tions of the sun and moon were not yet sufficiently known to attempt a reform. The incident, however, spurred him on as he himself wrote to Pope Paul Ill, to make more ac curate observations; and these act ually served, seventy years later, as a basis for the working out of the Gregorian Calendar. Coperni cus laid the groundwork for his he liocentric theory between 1506 and 1512, and brought it to completion in "De revolutionibus orbium coelestium" (1543). THE COPERNICUS SYSTEM Prior to the work of Copernicus, (Turn to next page) AUGUST, 1955 Page 21 it was universally held that our earth is afixed and immovable body, situated at the center ol the universe, about which all heavenly bodies are in revolution. To ac count for the aDparently complica ted motions ol the planets among the fixed stars the so-called 'epi cycles" had been introduced. That is, each planet is moving about the circumference of a small circle the center of which pursues a larger circular path about the sun. This older system was devised as early as 140 A.D. by Claudius Ptolemy. The new system was based on two fundamental principles: (1) The diurnal motion of the heavens is not real, but only apparent, being due to the rotation of the earth on its own axiB. (2) The sun remains at rest, while the planets, including our own globe, revolve around the sun. Since Copernicus retained the ancient postulate of uniform circu lar motion, he was not able to place the sun at the center of any of the planetary orbits. And he had to add a few epicycles to account for certain disagreements between the computed and the observed mo tions. The new system was then by no means perfect; its harmo nious working was disturbed by many grave anomalies. Under these circumstances it is not surprising that the heliocentric theory won its way slowly to being accepted as a truth. It was fully a century after the death of Copernicus before the simplicity of the new theory finally overcame the older, very compli cated system of Ptolemy. At the present time many direct observa tional proofs are available for the essential truth of the Copernicus theory. THE FATE OF PUBLICATION Copernicus, in 1530, had finished his great work, but hesitated a long time to publish it. His friends who had become interested in the new theory prevailed on him to write at least an abstract for them. There in he stated his theory in the form of seven axioms, reserving the ma thematical part for the principal Sanity’s last... (Continued from, page 20) I will still be here. Not as an exist ence, not as matter, not as force, emotion or feeling ... but love as love, as love is. Immaterial, insensi ble, incomprehensible ... without life, without meaning, without pur pose — it will be here in its raw est form — untouched and un developed by man. Undeveloped by man’s evil mind. What is a mind but a contraption to get a result that is already there. Just like fire. Always hot — never cold — never sweet — always hot — always hot, monotonously hot. Man is stupid to rely on such a foolish machine — man is insane and thoughtless. How could he bear to bear sons with nothing but stupid nothings inside his head to guide him, to teach him — so he could judge for his well-being. Why couldn't we be more sen sible and sane? Why don't we stop everything for betterment? Stop breathing, stop thinking, stop feeling, stop time by stopping the Sun, stop night, stop dreams, stop love — stop the pelting of water, the warmth of heat. Stop here, stop there, stop tomorrow, stop now ... stop everywhere ... stop... stop... stop... stop. Stop this infernal sound that is wracking my brain so — stop this pain, this painful pain, this pain fully painful pain, painful pain, painful pain, painfulpainpainfulpainpainapinapin. Stop this mumble and jumble of words, this rigma role of endless carousel. Stop this colors and prisms dancing and prancing and dancing and pranchingdanceing. Stop this pain, this painful pain, this painfully painful pain, thispainfullypainfulpain, thispainfullypainfulpain. work. This was in 1531; since then the doctrine of the heliocentric sys tem began to spread. But all urg ing ol friends to publish his disco very was in vain until, when feeling the weight of his sixty-eight years, he surrendered his manuscripts ior publication. The first copy of the “Six Books on the Revolutions of the Celestial Orbits" was handed to him the very day he died. May 24, 1543. Fortunately for him, he could not see what Osiander who took care of the publication had done. This reformer, knowing the attitude of Luther and Melanchthon against the new system, introduced the word "hypothesis" on the title page, and replaced the preface of Coper nicus by another in which Osiander made Copernicus propose the he liocentric theory as a mere hypo thesis or mathematical fiction. In addition he omitted the references to Aristarchus which Copernicus had made; this omission brought upon Copernicus charges of dishonest plagiarism. The dedication to Pope Paul III was, however, retained, and the text of the work remained in tact. There can be little doubt that Copernicus was convinced of the truth of his theory. Opposition was first raised against the Copernican system by Protestant theologians for Biblical reasons. On the Ca tholic side a clear statement about the interpreation of Biblical texts was already made by Nicolas Oresme in the 14the century: The scrip tures speak according to a common mode of speech. From the state ment in the Bible that the sun was was stopped in its course one is no more entitled to draw the scientific conclusion that the heaven moves and that the earth does not than one is entitled to draw from phrases like "God repented" the conclusion that God can actually change His mind like a human being. — For nearly three quarters of a century no difficulties were raised; neither Pope Paul III, nor any of the nine popes who followed him, nor the Roman Congregations raised any alarm. Trouble arose when Galilei proclaimed the truth ol the Coperni can doctrine with stubborn persist ence. Although there were as yet no sufficient proof of the system, no objection was made to its being taught as a hypothesis which ex plained all phenomena in a simpler manner than the Ptolemaic, and might for all practical purposes be adopted by astronomers. What was objected to was the assertion that (Continued on page lfi) Page 22 THE CAROLINIAN CAROLINIAN W Down, down, down the stairs— the fun begun The trucks had to be left behind—the weather was simply made for a pleasant stroll. When it's Chow Time, "Dig In" is the Motto School spirit isn't something that can be developed by hourly elbow-rubbing with the armchairs or by a daily huncamunca with the stiff-necked personages on the platform. A professor making a one-hour yatata about balance sheets, congruent and incongruent triangles, hydrated and de-hydrated eggs, de facto and de jure governments........won't help much in making a real, hell-for-leather Carolinian out of a cynical Tom, a defeatist Dick, a horrified Harry or a heckling Juan de la Cruz. Relationships between professor and student must not be that of a Recto-Magsaysay type. "Cold wars" could be prevent ed ... or eliminated. . . by shoulder-to-shoulder intimacies, that are inherent in and brought about in every excursion, outing or picnicking. . . . tX> s“^nls)hX gether _ escaped PT0lSX' usual dotrom ( the classre-™S Id caromed room5 and edUC° cool °r CCl Cebu. ^nd spols 'V ^ne'vhe earlY in seniors CominTCt0 Bubisan - wre _ ol better rjTomotmn this ■ in actioncJfw COR Native solution Last June, on its 20th day, the celestial rendezvous: the longe last 12 centuries. The Philipp rare spectacle that will have year For miles and miles around, people looked through Pola roid glasses, high-powered te lescopes, exposed camera ne gatives, smoked glasses and anything darkly gossamer or transparent enough to afford them a better view cf the great show Nature made. Leaping frogs, kites and rubber balls couldn't take them away from this "watchamacalit?" O)NATD OH noon and the sun met in a weird dt solar drama on earth for the ^es took a ringside view of the efts repeat performance in the $068. Benches don't get you any nearer... but it helps Carolinians, from the class rooms, took to the streets, to the open grounds. .. to the wide, spacious terraces of the University: they didn't want to miss a minute of the awesome romance going on above the skies between sun and moon. (The eclipse that was seen in Cebu City was only partial.) With the aid of man-made gadgets, the fathers and the students viewed together the God-made splendor of the crowning. check-up Floored for the count. These neophytes are down but they don't look like they're out. biscuits. . . they told me to deliver the Gettysburg address as if nobody had delivered it before.. . they asked me to dance the mambo with my shadow for a partner and my echo for a drumbeat. . . they painted my nose red, my cheeks blue. . . they wrote K-A-M-L-O-N on my forehead. . . they told me to quit if I can't organize myself to do the things they wanted done or undo the things I did. . . They are my masters. . . may their tribe increase! I am a neophyte. . . may this grease-paint de grease! Singer or grinner? Can't tell whether our subject has just sung or Is about to sing but brother Is she smiling? The pose that depresses Whenever a student steps out of the portals of his Alma Mater, he often finds it hard to resist the temptation to look back and reminisce the good or bad times associated with his student days. His years in school, however uneventful, makes him indulge in a lingering retrospection. Again, when the Alma Mater that molds him, gives him life and vigor, is out of his sight, a seemingly melancholic feeling haunts him as though the joy and comfort he used to know is still laid up in lavender. We deem it our duty therefore to recreate some familiar scenes in the campus or re-touch things familiar only to a one-time student but a full-time Carolinian. Not rvith the freshness and vividness of today but with the touch of a yesterday that seems so near .... The Alumni Chimes, a regular column exclusively for alumni, welcomes contribution from bonafide USC alumni everywhere. Perhaps this would best remedy the nostalgic feeling every Carolinian alumnus feels. Read the chimes and keep up rvith the times ... blooded Carolinian is included in the roster of the social workers. From accountant to humanitarian, the transition seem to be rather a queer one but this is exactly what Eddie Bacus '50, did. He is known to the inhabitants of Mactan Island as the good Samaritan. Active and congenial Eddie is very popular with the Opon populace more par ticularly with the poverty-stricken people. News from the grapevine says that he'll resign from the Ba chelor's club if he is successful in his amorous petition to a certain be witching marm he's now eyeing. Good hunting Ed! Buddy Q says he'll not speak to you again unless you're married. So. . . FIRST ON the slate is Bienvenido Dona whose application for the Navy of Uncle Sam was okayed recently. He is now in San Diego, California, undergoing rigid training and looking at the Occidental sight of U.S.A. This fellow stayed with us for quite a long time and evi dentiary support of this statement is his Bachelor of Arts sheepskin. He claims that this is one "gift" from USC he cannot and will never forget. Ben left his family and friends on January 12, 1955. We aren't quite certain when he'll visit his hometown, Lugait, Misamis Oriental, but we are sure of one thing: We'll sure miss him! A little birdie told us that a for mer scholar in the College of Law, class '54, is going to throw his hat into the mayoral ring in Duenas, Iloilo, come November. Aside from occupying top berth in class, this livewire actively participated in all extra-curricular activities during his stay here. The name: Atty. Heber Catalan. Hew to the line Hebs, let the chips fail where they may! In Cagayan de Oro City, two Carolinians are now displaying their technical wares in the DE Office. These two swains are gra duates in Civil Engineering, class '53, and confided in a letter received that their major asset was their Alma Mater. They are Adriano Gadrinab and Aniano Paraguya. Keep the Green Cross burning, boys! . .. Convivial Paz Generalao, BSE '53, is also giving out schoolmarm stuff at Lourdes College in Cagayan de Oro City. Pacing who seems to be forever on the go, is not yet satisfied with the suffix she has to her name. The latest news from her is that she is currently in happy pursuit of another degree. This time it's BSEED. Pointers, ahoy! I I In our visit to the Leonard Wood Sanitarium, a charitable institution, this city, we found out that a blue+ ★ ★ Woodrow Montecillo has this to say. "I wonder why.. . whenever I visit other places, I always met hospitable Carolinians happily em ployed." The faculty roster of St. Alphonsus alone down at Opon, Cebu, includes the name of Felicitas Taghoy. She's currently im parting and implanting the 3 R's to her pupils in that school. Since her student days, Fely already had a knack for teaching but we're at a loss to know whether or not she is a good housekeeper. How about it, Fely? Go on, dig! ! ! Basilides de la Serna, another personality who, 3 years back, finished the ETC with highest honors, is a con(Continued to next page) Carolinians never die... they just fade away or get married. Jose Ruiz, a BSE graduate ex changed marital vows with Miss L Lopex of Cauayan, Negros Occidental AUGUST, 1955 Page 27 spicuous member of the St. Alphonsus faculty. With him in the same department is Violeta Dacian. Not to be outdone is Atanasia Ouano, BSE '50, a dyed-in-the-wool Caro linian who also teaches the Shake spearean lingo in the same school. Five years back, this girl used to write literary pieces for this mag. We are expecting more from her. . . that is, if she can find the time to write 'em. Word got in that the maintenance engineer in one of the progressive silk factories in Manila is a Caro linian. Intelligent and dexterous, this hard-hitting engineer worked his way through college. We re member him as one of the working students of USC four years ago. He graduated from the College of En gineering in 1953 with honors and was the youngest among the gra duates. Passed the board there after at the age of 21. He goes by the handle of Teodoro Cadungog, BSCE. Speaking of technicalities we also have a maestro turned mechanico. After undergoing training in our Normal Department, he land ed a job as a classroom mentor but later jettisoned it for good. This time he is connected with a local office equipment dealer. In case your mimeo machine conks out, call fellow-Carolinian Basilio Caba lles who's ready to offer his ser vices. ... for free? A good number of Carolinians can also be located in the land of promise. Waving the Carolinian banner in Midsayap, Cotabato, is Jaime Calungsud, BSE, who is the Commandant of Notre Dame. An advanced course graduate in ROTC, James is tailored for the job. And whaddya-know! He also teaches English! ! ! In the Notre Dame of Pikit, Diega S. Oboy is a name that graces the faculty hall. She handles the Science of living beings in that school. In St. Fran cis Xavier Hi school somewhere in Occidental Misamis, we can call on Antonio Maghinay, BSE '53, who keeps the school records. Although he gets fagged out in his work as Registrar, he still finds time im parting the science of quantity in said school. Emerencia SiervoLibares is preparing the St. Francis' lasses to be future housekeepers. Word reached us that Delia Aparis, BSE '54, is at St. Peter's Academy, Ortnoc City, not anymore as a stu dent but as a you-know-pretty-wellwhat. Nenen Estano, BSE '53, is an English teacher in one of the high schools of Gingoog, Mis. Or., (Continued on Col. 3) AlUMNOUS ' ALUMNI BRIDAL PARADE IT HAS BEEN said with a ring of truth that a happy marriage does not spring from chance but comes because f two people are in love. Marriage is < a pledge of love and faith, for better or for worse. If is a solemn vow to cherish, love and honor. . . "until death". Getting stuffy? Well, let’s ; get going . . . First item in our middle-aisleage is JOSE RUIZ, BSE ’52, who got hitched to the former Miss Lopez, of Cauayan, Negros Occidental last March 19, 1955. The rites took place at San Sebastian Cathedral, Bacolod City. Mr. Ruiz, it , might be remembered, was a working ‘ student in the Registrar's Office. Now I he's wielding a big stick at San Carlos ! Private High School as Principal. Next to follow suit were Mr. & Mrs. : ORENCIO C. CORTEZ (nee GLORIA R. JAYME) of Mandawe, Cebu. Mr. Cortez slipped the little ring on her ■ bride's finger at the Catholic Church I of Ormoc City. Sponsors this time j were Mr. Santiago Leones, USC faculty member and Mrs. Valeriano Daffon. , Mr. Cortez was until recently a faculty I member of USC's boys' High School. The bride-elect is a BSE sheepskin holder who graduated cum laude and is cur rently enrolled in BSEED. TONY GERONILLA chose Decem ber as the month for saying the final parting words to bachelorhood. And for a beautiful reason! The reason answers to the name of AZUCENA MA. VELOSO. The couple became man and wife at the Archbishop's Palace some time in December. Mem bers of the wedding entourage were Engr. Jose Gandiongco & Mrs. Fidela | Pelaez, sponsors; Carie Veloso & Engr. i Boy Nacario, bride's maid and best man respectively. Engr. Arnaldo De, recho & Vicky Manguera, veil sponsors; Inday Almario & Engr. Camilo. Fernan, , cord sponsors. A sumptuous breaki fast at the Mural Room, Capitol Hotel, | followed after the knot-tying. Tony is 1 a product of our Engineering Dept., | the youngest of class '53. He took the | board thereafter and made it! Bride elect is a holder of CSS title and was until recently taking up the teachers' courses. Time and marriage finally caught up with AGUSTIN B. JAMIRO when he became one of the principals in a May wedding which had for its scene at the Alegria Catholic Church. The benedict is a BSC graduate and was until re(Continued on page 36) I while her favorite companion, cute and fascinating Inday Trinidad, BSE '53, is also connected with one of the schools of Guihulngan, Ne gros Or. She has one big library to herself. Stationed at Villaba Prov'l Hi is Pqz Esmas, She is a product of USC's Home Economics department. In San Fernando, Cebu, a happy couple, both Carolinians, find en joyment in ministering to the needs of the students enrolled in the No tre Dame Hi of that town. They are Mr. & Mrs. Marcelo Bacalso (nee Presentacion Baculpo). In their student days, both were working in our library. Mr. Bacalso is. hand ling English and History while his better-half is concurrently librarian and also paraphrasing the Shakesperean sonnets. Not to be outdone is charming Marcela Pepito, ETCHE '51. Instead of teaching the 3 R's, she swerved and became a success ful commerciante. Starting very humbly, Mars now owns a sari-sari store. Business must be that good. It has been said that no matter how long the procession is, it must return to the Church from where it started. Well, we have a student here who, three years ago, made a long journey to the State U. After the stint, she returned to USC and now teaches Chemistry. During her stay with us she took a Pre-Med course and upon graduation, imme diately proceeded to Manila, en rolled in the State U and Eureka! ... now she owns a crisp BS Chem sheepskin. Her name: Miss Aurora Labitan. Someone must have per suaded her to take up the 4-year course, ehem... ! Conrado Albinto who always beams with self-approval is con nected with the Clavecilla Radio. His modus operandi: Radio Techni cian of that progressive establish ment. Dadong as we fondly called him is one person who can smile when everything goes wrong. He confided to us that a poignancy of sweetness is rendered richer by the discipline of suffering. Mr. Albinto finished his A.B. with flying colors. Poverty is not a hindrance to suc cess. . . these are the sweet words coming from the lips of Pedro Caracho, A.B. '54 whose insatiable thirst for knowledge is still very much in evidence. Considered as the fightingest orator in his class, Pet, we predict, will always come out in the limelight. To reach the acme of his ambition, he now scribes his notes at the College of Law, as a sophomore student. We (Continued on page 43) Page 28 THE CAROLINIAN foe. Neither is there a Dionaldo who will dunk in his twinmarkers from quarter court, or sink it in under the basket. And is there another Morilla who will lord it over in the tapins and the tight pinches? Optimistic? No—slightly skeptic and frustrated games? So we say, Coach Dodong Aqui no has a very tremendous task on his shoulders. .. that of building a solid, lethal and tough, yet too smooth, sly and fast team. Height is something we don't have much, the ijpont&man.... THE FIGHT IS ON. The first sal voes of the 1955 battle for the CCAA championship in the sen ior division is on. It was a whoop ing start for us. We bowled the USP Black Panthers off and good. Super is the word for that brilliant start. . . Still, this is a hard year. It is a hard year because it is a com plete start. The old USC stalwarts have retired, and these new hoopsters that we have—well, so much has to be done, so much have they Io go through before we can really look at a well-drilled machine that could ably replace the ones we used to know. Maning Baring won't be around too, to plot any more plays or effective defensive stabs at the perhaps. But even so, those men aren't gods. We can build other pil lars and lances, far better than the ones who used to drive us thru thick mazes of championship fights. But again, these new crop of hardcourt battlers (that we have) are barely out of their teens. Experi ence is something they have yet to learn, and feel. When they go out to battle, they aren't going to face erratic intramural stars, they'll be up against the best that our basket ball world can offer. The elbows, the knees and the guts that they will face will be ones that have been wizened, hardened and sharp ened by seasons of Eladio Villa fighting. They will be up against we have to have speed. Speed and brains to fill in this liability. Coach Aquino can fill these deficien cies. . . and he must. And to do that, he has to nag, scold, grind and unlease a thousand pep-talks and pointers, and add, pile hours upon hours of rigid practice yet, then we can go out no matter how overconfident, we'll break thru. But that's just a lot of specula tion. Here is your team, as it real ly is—and here are the men who make it up. Here is the hand that will fight to keep that trophy here where it belongs, and for keeps. Here — dissected, dismantled and stripped of all the glamour and co lor down to the bare elementals: An intimate analysis of the newly organized basketball varsity team . . . enemy basket. In his place as mentor of the varsity squad, is a young man—Coach Doding Aqui no. We are not overlooking the fact that we trimmed, or shall we say mopped oil the runner-up rivals to our crown. But that single accom plishment isn't enough for us to be as confident and stolid as we should be, in keeping that gonfalon. On the shoulders of a young man, your basketball coach, still rests the su preme and tremendous task of fa shioning out of these yearlings, hands that will almost think for themselves, coordination and skill that will make the ball short of talk. Out of these tender saplings, these experienced, but untried and newly ordained Warriors, he has yet to fashion real soldiers and gentlemen fighters. This year, there is no more Sagardui who will hook-shoot it out for us at center court, or a Martin Echivarre Jr., versatile that he is, who will confuse, lose himself with the BY REX MA. GRUPO Sports Reporter practically the same machines we used to get sometimes clobbered with, maybe mauled. We got thru them with the skin of our teeth, yes. But then, we were powered with the keenest wits, and the deadliest and the meanest shooting arms in the whole business. And now? Nobody is trying to insinuate that what we have for hardcourt mate rial falls short of the brand of basketeering that we have since asso ciated ourselves with. But the CCAA just got underway, and we've still got a long way to go. That was only the first battle. How about the others? Would we get over... or remain somewhere there behind the hooks, the fouls and the bungled plays? Where would we be after the CCAA is thru with it's collection of mad hours, minutes On top of this year's reliables who shall retain the CCAA crown is Danny Deen, of foul-bait fame, a left-over of last year's dough who is now astride the skipper's saddle, Reynaldo de la Cruz, one of yes terdays trusted vanguards, deft with his two hands, and who now holds Danny's second axe, he is co skipper, Peping Rogado, who some how hasn't forgotten or outgrown his love for basketball, and so is back at his old side-throwing, jump-flip tricks. These are the men who have instilled the spirit of lo yalty in their hearts’, never leaving the team, until it's on its feet again. And to Jose Zamora, whose foul area spot hits told their own story last year, a big, hearty handclasp. And the men to share the year's tournament spotlights are Virgiiio Caing, fleet, dead-eyed skipper of the Leyte St. Paul's College quin tet and tall dusky Ernesto Michael, who piloted the Sto. Nino Torrero's (Continued on page .17) AUGUST, 1955 Page 29 0OSS SOVER-S... Writer’s madness . . . Fans. . . Coach . . . The warped wits could be shut off, but in this racket there'd still be entertainment. Backbiting and backslapping are as commonplace as littered butts in an ash tray. Personally, I am no oracle ol the orthodox. I neither relish the humdrum existence ol crabs. To me the world is a seething psychopatic ward and you are just another pore-sputtered husk concealing another story from me. We are a nation ol laughing men. We are meant to be the delightful children of this earth. Some say I have no pride. True, I may not have that vertigo because I spent my youth laughing. In this town you will see people adapted to follow conservative routine. If you see them going to their work, you'd think the world will poof tomorrow. Ah! the coach. That wonderful forgotten man of the team. He is gay and occasionally spouts century-old wisecracks. Coaches laugh and cry with the team, sometimes pray, sometimes take to bottles. All coaches have their own domain apart from the team and fans Bless their loyal hearts! I asked Mr. Juan Aquino, "How do you feel"? Like a million bucks, he says. The guy may not have the moolah for a short beer but he knows how a million thrills. Though it doesn't cost a cent to be a Warrior's fan the strain on the heart and soul is extremely high. That is because the lugs are never predictable. It is like falling in love. You don't savvy what will come next. You know what one regular bleacher said after Inting missed a shot? "Poor Inting." Amen, I say. "Isn't that Inting a clodhopper." I drowned my drink and echoed, "Who am I to judge?” The fans were miserable because he goofed. You'd think he'd done something bad. You can always tell a Warrior's fan but you can't tell him much. No genus of sports spectator is more boisterious, more loyal, more bizarre. Rudy Fontanosa used to buy ringside tickets so he could let the big wigs of the opposing team know what he thinks of their trained seals. Depend on him to have the tummies of the opposing team leave the gym before the first half. All the Warrior's fan are worriers at heart. Take Pruding Salutillo. He will tell you the green & gold is the best team one minute and start eating his heart out the next. You know what "fan" means, it is short for fanatic. After the day's practice, the fans are either mad with joy or mad with grief. Anyway they are always mad. These lusterless souls sometimes border upon hysteria. Under my nose 1 can truthfully say that the current dogs lack last year's whiz and dazzle. But youth being ever on the go for new laurels, who can rightfully predict? Sapheads will be out to prognosticate im pending doom but, come November, these idiots will have to eat their papers or resign from decent society and be content counting sands in their caves for the rest of their lives. (Continued on page J, 2) JUAN AQUINO Coach gpMiaaype I by Buddy Quitorio THE MAN (pictured above) who looks like a shrewdie ' is JUAN "Dodong" AQUINO, and his is the name that will refurbish the vocabulary of CCAA sportsfans around. Old-timers will remember Dodong as a member of the high and mighty USC hoop team which captured the 1946 Inter-Collegiate title and not a few of the grizzled gate-crashers at Aladio’s hardcourt will call the fact to mind that he was one of USC's warhorses who annexed the 1947 and 1948 gonfalons of the collegiate division in the CCAA. Don't get us all wrong, though. The recollection has nothing to do with his photo. Since we suspect that you have no idea why he's here, please help yourself to these facts: Dodong Aquino takes a fling at coaching the War riors who nave sworn via dribbles and passes that they are dead-set on polishing off their opponents in their retention drive. Mentor Aquino designs the fate USC s campaign for this season and his job is to chalk up the third straight championship triumph for our boys. Some job. Let's go back. When people heard that Dodong was to take over the mentorship of the Green and Gold, there was a plantation of elevated eyebrows, ours in cluded. We felt that coaching a squad of score-happy hoop artists was an entirely different can of pearfuts from teaching Commerce subjects in a classroom. We dissenters were in playful concert with the belief that his debut as a coach would be a resounding flop. His answer? He replied last Sunday, July 24, when the Green and Gold strangled the USP te'am to the tune of 79-65. By the end of the season, he says he will reply us with a plump, shiny trophy. We won't take less for an answer and it's about even. money that, at the rate his charges are going, he won't give less. A true-blue Carolinian, Dodong is married but is a bachelor of science in Business Administration. Page 30 THE CAROLINIAN USC ENROLLMENT HIKES ANEW Enrollment this semester has gone beyond its usual reach. Con solidated lists show that students enrolled (college dept.) totalled up to 6,395. The total college enroll ment of the first semester of last year was 4,141. The increase hikes up to 2,254. The College of Com merce ranks first in its number of students presently enrolled. College of Liberal Arts 6 Sciences second, and College of Education third. USC TOPS IN M. E. BOARD EXAMS Mr. Nicholas Lao Guico sports the rare distinction of copping the first place in Mechanical Engineer ing Board Examinations given last August, 1954. Mr. Lao Guico has made quite a history for himself and for his Alma Mater because, for the first time, a university out side Manila surpassed in mechani cal board examinations. The en gineer hails from Nuncia, Surigao. He is a bona fide alumnus of USC. The last mechanical board exams gave 100% for its USC examinees. The following names hurdled the board exams: Messrs. Mercedo Del gado, Francisco Lacida, Nicholas Lao Guico and Samuel Longakit. GRAD SCHOOL DEAN ASSUMES EDITORSHIP OF "ANTHROPOS" Fr. Dr. Rudolf Rahmann, S.V.D., USC Dean of the Graduate School, left the university for Switzerland last July 17, to assume the editor ship of the "Anthropos", an Inter national Review of Ethnology and Linguistics published in several languages. It may be recalled that Fr. Rahmann was Editor of that paper for a period of one year, twenty years ago. His assignment to Pe king, China, as Rector of Fu Jen University made him leave his po sition. He was sent to San Carlos as Dean of the Graduate School. But he still maintained his connec tion with the paper by regularly sending contributions. Last July, he left Cebu for Switland to assume the very position he occupied twenty years ago. He will edit the "Anthropos". "Anthro pos" is a Greek word meaning "Man". The periodical was found ed fifty years ago, in 1906, by Fr. Wilhelm Schmidt, SVD, a great scholar. Before he bade goodbye, Fr. Rahmann announced that part of the data (materials) collected by him and Mr. Marcelino Maceda about the Negritos of northeastern Mindanao (the Mamanuas) and the Negritos of Negros (the Atas) and Panay (the Atis) will be published in the "Anthropos". Consequently, reorganization in the Graduate School immediately followed Fr. Rahmann's departure. Fr. Cornelis van der Linden, S.V.D., Ph. D„ was appointed acting Dean of the Graduate School with Mr. Marcelino Maceda, M.A. as his re search assistant. Plans were made for the intensification of post gra duate studies and extension of the number of Graduate Courses. Auf Wledersehn! Rev. R. Rahmann (center) poses with Father Rector (left) and members of the USC faculty at airport in Cebu. The former Graduate school dean left last July 16 for Switzerland. NEW "C" MODERATOR Moderator of the Carolinian this year is Rev. Fr. William Cremers, SVD. He takes the place of Rev. Fr. Bernard Wrocklage, SVD. Fr. Cremers was once a Procurator and Regent of the College of Commerce in San Carlos for three years. At present he is teaching religion sub jects. 9TH ANNUAL DECLAMATION CONTEST The USC College of Education is announcing its 9th Annual De clamation Contest which will take place sometime in September. All college departments are invited to participate in the contest but with only one participant for each col lege or department. Medals will be awarded to prize-winners. LIBRARY BOASTS OF NEW VOLUMES Recently, the USC Library ac cumulated 28,822 new volumes of books. From such time up to July, it had an increase of 1,431. The following are some of the new ex emplary volumes: AUGUST, 1955 Page 31 The Human Wisdom of St. Thomas — Aquinas, St. Thomas; this is an expounded philosophy ol Catholicism where the hidden truth ol the Catholic religion is exposed in the vast fields ol human reason. The Selected Letters of Gustave Flaubert — Flaubert, Gustave; this book flashes a great deal ol light on Flaubert's ideas on art and so ciety, which he expresses directly in his letters. The Church Speaks to the Mo dern World — - Gilson, Etienni; a text of dogmatism and social teach ing of Pope Leo XIII. A Sketch of Medieval Philosophy — Hawkins, D.J.B.; this serves as the beautiful window of the past's brilliant philosophical life. It en ables the readers of today to fathom its philosophical importance. Art Treasures of the Louvre — Hughe, Otto; it is in this book where appreciation of beauty is deeply touched. It has reproductions in the lull color of 100 paintings in the Louvre, including the portrayal of European art history. Ethics and Facts — Messner, J.; discusses the fine roots of contra dictions of human existence —• the fine fundamental and powerful hu man impulses: the sex impulse, the impulses toward happiness and liberty, the social impulse, and the cognitive impulse. ELECTION RETURNS It goes without saying that the early days of every school-year arc always remarkably characterized by hectic campaigns on elections ol officers representing the different organizations in San Carlos U. This year, too, we round the same cycle and as a consequence the followina officers were elected to lead their respective organizations. Lex Circle — Victor M. Espina. President; Adelaida Palomar, VicePresident, Naty Ilao, Secretary; Ca talina Borromeo, Treasurer; Macario Remolador and Pedro Caracho, Sgt-at-Arms; Cesario Melia, PRO, Lolito Gil Gozum, Auditor. USC Portia Club — Adelaida Palomar, President; Esperanza Abellanosa, Vice President; Catalina Borromeo, Secretary; Anita Maambong, Pro. College of Law: First Year — Fred Zaragoza, President; Julieto Tabiolo, Vice President; Rosie Sanchez 6 Luisa Castaneda, Secretaries; Zenaida Ty and Nora Espanola, Treai :rers, Samuel B. Fabroz 6 Erasmo Diola, Press Relations Officers; Alejandro Luzon 6 Florencio Villarin, Sgt-at-Arms. Second Year — Victor Espina, President; Plaridel Estorco 6 Ger man Palmares, Vice Presidents; Mercedes Gozo, Secretary; Inicio Sy, Victor M. Espina President, Lex Circle Treasurer; Joe P. de la Riarte <S Teresito de la Paz, Press Relations Of ficers; Al Libre, Pet Caracho 6 Andres Montejo, Sgt-at-Arms; Naty Ilao, Auditor. Third Year — Hernando Geoti na, President; Godolredo Ramilo, Vice President; Catalina Borromeo, Secretary; Anita Maambong, Trea surer; Dick Alcuizar, Sgt-at-Arms. Fourth Year — Francisco Chin, President; Adelaida Palomar, Vice President; Marina Legaspi, Secreta ry; Mardonia Camacho, Treasurer; Jacinto Mendez, Press Relations Of ficer; Virginio Oledan 6 Andres Torres, Sgt-at-Arms. Kappa Lamabda Sigma Sorori ty — Most Exalted Sister, Eva Es torco, Exalted Sister, Lolita Galvez; Keeper of the Records, Evangeline; Most Trusted Exchequer, Gupi Gubuxani; Trusted Exchequer, Tita Mabugat; Keeper of the Keys, Elsa Yap; Press Relations Sister, Victoria Maguerra. Selected Honorary Sis ter, Mrs. Consuelo C. Reyes; Past Honorary Sisters, Mrs. Gloria Esuse cano and Mrs. Lily Ferreros. Ad viser — Mrs. Bernardita Valenzuela. USC Juniors' Sword Fraternity— Commander, Bienvenido Gonzales; 1st Vice-Commander, Felipe Labucay; 2nd Vice-Commander, Ramon Roska; Secretary, Sostenes Codilla, Auditor, Jacinto Gador; PRO, Erasmo Diola; Advisory Body, Vicente Belarmino, Jose Dean, Wilfredo Geonzon, Amorito Canete, Reynal do Leyson and Manuel Tomboc. USC Jaycee — President, An tonio Ybanez, Vice-President, Ra fael Neri; Secretary; Carmen Borro meo; Treasurer, Arlene Go, Press Relations Officer, Winefredo Geon zon; Auditor, Noe Espenilla. Education Seniors — President, Filomena Escasinas; Vice-President, Fe Lozada; Secretary, Amparo Marilao; Treasurers, Fabian Satur and Emma Kintanar; Press Relations Officer, Epifania Magallon. Francisco Chin President, Senior Class College of Law Home Economics Dept. — Flora Noval, President; Carolina Canaya, Vice-President; Consuelo Galindo, Secretary; Aurora Abellana, Treasu rer; Antonietta R. Gabuya, PRO; Miss Carmen Camara, Adviser. Page 32 THE CAROLINIAN USC Francisco Marino; Vice-President, Luz Pepino; Secretary, Amparo Bullicer, Treasurers, Susana Caballos and Avelina Lopez; Press Rela tions Officer, Betty Calejesan, Liai son Officer, Gregoria Buenconsejo; Social Manager, Consorcia Dapiton. Engineering & Architecture — Carlos Alvarez, President; Felipe Labucay, Vice-President; Elsa Pilapil. Secretary; Luella Lacson, Trea surer; Ignacio P. Salgado, Ir. and Cayetano Intong, PRO; Melecio Ajero, Isidro Bito-on, Julian Evan gelista, Francisco Miole and Luis Batongmalaque, Sgt-at-Arms. Commerce Seniors — President, Antonio Ybanez, Vice-President, Ra fael Neri; Secretary, Arlne Go; Treasurers, Imelda Loquillano and Betty Saw; Press Relation Officers, Noe Espenilla. General Course & Philosophy — President, Ledinila Amigable; VicePresident, Silverio Mohal; Secretary, Helen Tabla, Treasurer, Milagros Evangelista; Press Relations Officer, Renato Rabor; Sgt.-at-Arms, Alfaro and Magno. Mr. Antonio V. Siayngco is the adviser. Pre-Med — President, Sostenes Codilla; Ass. Secretary-Treasurer, Dulce Kintanar; Auditor-General Evelyn Regis; Press Relations Officer, Roberto Espina; 1st Year—President, Oscar Abella; Secretary-Treasurer, Wilhelmina Monterroyo; 2nd Year— Angel Teves, Jr.; Secretary-Trea surer, Vermen Verallo; 3rd Year — Cecilio Delgra; Secretary-Treasurer, Rosario Kiamko. Pre-Law — President, Romulo Bacol; Auditor-General, Ramon Roska; Secretary-Treasurer, Teresita Car reon; Second Year Officers — VicePresident, Froilan Quijano; Secre tary, Estrella Silva; Treasurer, Bellie Dolalas; Press Relations Officers, Geronimo Creer, Jr. 6 Vergilio de la Victoria; Sgt-at-Arms, Ildefonso Puray 6 Manuel Gumalo. First Year Officers — Vice-President, Re galado Maambong; Secretary, Betty Antonio; Treasurer, Lilia Kintanar; Press Relations Officers, Juan Lo pez and Filemon Fernandez; Sgt-atArms, Vivencio Rallos & Oscar Ava lon. Atty. C. Doronio, Mrs. B. Va lenzuela, and Miss L. Varela are the advisers. SCA RELEASES MANUAL In response to the insistent ap peals by unit leaders in all schools, the Student Catholic Action newly released a manual covering SCA principles and procedures. The manual covers the follow ing topics: The Nature and Defini tion of SCA; Aim of Student Ca tholic Action; What Makes a Cell Leader; How to Start a Cell; The Cell in Action; Committee Func tions; Organizational Structure; Rights, Duties, and Privileges of Officers and Members; and How tc Conduct Cell Meetings. Guides and suggestions for the preparation of the Five-Point pro gram of the Catholic Action v/ere also included. USC HOLDS CATHECHISTICAL INSTITUTE •Under the initiative of Rev. Fr. Enrique Schoenig, USC Dean of Re ligion, the University is holding a Catechistical Institute for students from various parishes and schools who like to become future certified teachers in Religion in the high school. Classes are held every Sa turday for one and a half hours with Very Rev. Fr. Rector teaching for forty-five minutes and Rev. Fr. Schoenig also for forty-five minutes. A student must at least be a high school graduate to quality him or her for this course. It will take two years lor one to be considered and certified as a graduate. LIB. ARTS SPONSORS LECTURE-SERIES FOR STUDENTS To help students form correct notions of university life, the USC College of Liberal Arts is sponsor ing this semester a series of lectures for USC students. The first of these series of lec tures was given by Rev. Fr. Cor nells van der Linden, SVD, Ph. D., Dean of the Graduate School, last July 8, inside the USC Projection Room. A crowd of teachers and students heard Fr. Linden's "Idea of the University." It began with an interesting history of the univer sity and ended with his enumera tions of the requirements that have to be fulfilled by a university. Of special interest was the men tion of the one-man universities that once existed in Europe, to which students from all places flocked. Rev. Fr. van der Linden stressed that the aim of a university is knowledge and truth in God. "It is this unifying aim which makes possible a university a living society of professors and students who seek truth and knowledge in an atmos phere of brotherly cooperation," he concluded. At press time. Rev. Fr. Joseph Goertz, SVD, Liberal Arts & Sciences Dean, was gearing for dnother lec ture entitled "Why a Catholic Univ ersity?" to be delivered personally by him. EXCURSION — COMMERCE SENIOR CLASS The Senior Class of the College of Commerce, led by its officers, held an excursion to Buhisan Dam, Sunday, July 10. The occasion was marked by an exhaustive two-kilo meter hike before the excursionists reached the destination. Observa tion tour and hiking pleasure were the objectives. (For photos, see pictoral section. SCA AIRS "CYRANO DE BERGERAC" The famous balcony scene of Edmund Rostand's Cyrano de Ber gerac was aired by the SCA Theater Guild at 7:00 to 7:30 P.M. which had already begun last July 16 over station DYBU. The weekly production of this particular instal ment is extraordinarily good and the SCA invites all who are free to tune in for a half hour of fun. Radio play for Cyrano de Ber gerac was written and directed by Jess Vestil, the former Ed of the "C". Among those who participated in the first instalment of the play were Jess Vestil (as Cyrano de Ber gerac,) Henry Halasan, Phil Ruiz, Alfredo Buenaventura, Rudy Gam boa, Wilfredo Filomeno, Charito Alo and Agnes Sian. use AUGUST, 1955 Page 38 What is This Thing Called Woman ? (Continued from, page 17) A casual look around us will more than prove our point. We find her in billboards, display win dows, magazine ads, magazine covers. The same holds true in literature, music, painting, sculpture, and in practically every other field. Nowhere can we find a song or piece of music named after a man. Seldom do we read a stirring no vel, drama, or poem without a woman in it. Rarely do we see a masterpiece of art that is complete without her in it. Was it not Mona Lisa who inspired Leonardo da Vinci to paint his well-known mas terpiece? Was it not Anna Kare nina who inspired Tolstoy to prod uce one of his greatest works? And was it not Portia, Rosalind, or Cymbeline (and innumerable oth ers) who inspired Shakespeare to pen some of his immortal dramas? Indeed, it is woman who inspires man to scale the dizziest heights, reach for the brightest stars, or bring into actualization the fullness of all 'that he can be, or hope to be. Abe Lincoln himself readily admits this in one of the most precious tributes paid to woman: All that I was, all that I am, and all that I ever hope to be, I owe to my mother." And yet, for all that, the majority of men (ungrateful creaturesl) can not find in woman anything worth admiring. As far as Adam's de scendants are concerned, woman is one apple they can not swallow. They will tell you so in the most sizzling superlatives. And some of them can be very nasty about it. Listen to what Schopenhauer says: It is only the man whose intellect is clouded by his sexual impulses that could give the name of the fair sex to that under-sized, broad hipped, and short-legged race. In stead of calling them beautiful there would be more warrant in describing them as “the unaesthetic sex." Others define women as "big children, wth no talent whatsoever, whose everyday out-door sport is shopping"! Even Rosseau adds, "Women have, in general, no love for any art; they have no proper knowledge of any; and they have no genius." From the way they say it, one gets the idea that this thing called wom an is a hopelessly stupid block head. Well, is she? A moment's reflection will reveal what an idio tic view this is. We have only to mention such women as the incom parable Helen Keller, Emilie Dic kenson, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, the "Bronte" sisters, et al. Still, some jerk of a philosopher finds the nerve to remark, "You can not expect anything else of women if you consider that the most distinguished intellects among the whole sex have never managed to produce a single achievement in the fine arts that is really great, genuine, and original; or given to The aiming circle circled. the world any work of permanent value in any sphere." Sheer non sense! What about Pearl Buck's The Good Earth? George Elliots' Silas Marner? or Margaret Mit chell's Gone with the Wind? And if we go over the list of Pulitzer and Nobel Prize Winners, we will find countless more like Selma Lagerloof, Edna Ferber, Sigrid Undset, Edith Wharton, and Edna St. Vin cent Millay, to mention only a few. All these names glitter like bright stars in the firmament of intellec tually famous women. If to be stu pid means to be famous then, sure ly, stupidity must be a nice thing. Man, however, doesn't merely brand the female as an idiot; he denounces her as a chatterbox. One should hear him wax loud and long on woman's wasting her time in "silly idle chatter" as he calls it, (as if he doesn't indulge in it himself!) Of course, there's no denying this. For there are really women who can't seem to do any thing else but prattle all day long. "If it is true, declares one philo sopher, "that the Greeks excluded women from their theatres, they were quite right in what was said upon the stage." But then, does man ever pause to reflect and wonder why women talk the way they do? That's just the trouble. He never does. Other wise he would not howl so. We are well acquainted with the fact that a woman's place is in the home, although this notion is fast becom ing passe. We know still another fact that a child learns largely by imitation. We see then the difficul ty a child has to cope with where there is no such thing as a talka tive mother. Lord Byron confirm this in his Sardanapalus: "The very first of human life must spring from woman's breast; your first small words are taught 'you from her lips." Now, don't think this is the end of it. For there seems to be no end to the ridicule and derision man's brains can cook up against the fe male of the species. Why, he doesn't seem to find anything in her except faults, faults, and noth ing but faults! Nay, he even takes an almost devilish delight in pokfContinued on page 37) Page 34 THE CAROLINIAN Invitation to Yesterday (Continued from page 18) long. . . . ? two months? three? a year? . . . , he wasn't sure. He thought: funny, how she still found traces of remembering to write. Why? . . . after the bonds that were lost between us? Sol, I wonder where she is. When was that I last saw her? Oh yes I she was laughing when she saw me off at the gate. I really wanted her for that. She was laughing and I was being torn inside by a thousand "It couldn’t be any tighter, Sir!” Photo was taken during the last Tactical Inspection. screaming, homed devils. And now.... Trembling hands raised the pa per they held. He? He tried to understand the strange feeling of a new-born dread as he started to read. Incomprehending, he could only shake his head and go on: Dear Icky, It's been so long, Ike, so long since that March night. Too long maybe, isn't it? Yes, so long it has erased the scars ol bitterness that was in me. I say bitter be cause I have to admit my blood would pound and I would seeth with rage and contempt at the mere thought of you. But time changes a lot of things Ike. May be people to... have you? If 1 have, it's all deep inside. You would say it's not being me at all to be saying all these senti mental things. But, oh well, let's get to that later. How are you these days? I'm sure you're line. I'm still the same little, insignificant girl you met one night with ROY... Outside, the proud blaze of co lor had quietened into subtle shades of deep purple and weeping grey. A stray breeze ruffled the curtains. He sat there motionless, his thoughts drifting back, back to that... Quite all at once the room wasn't the dingy closet, the unswept floor space that he had been living in for months. He was in a neat, clas sic salon, replete with all the mod em home trimmings. A piano stood at the foot of the stairway, a radiophonograph on the opposite wall. Her back to the window, a girl... she, was sitting on the maroon up holstered lounge. He caught her eyes when he stood up. Nodding toward the piano, he managed to ask: —Okay if I tickle the keys some? —Certainly, go ahead! After the first faltering piece, his shyness disappeared. Now he was playing with genuine fervor. "Lau ra" was followed by "Tenderly"; there was "Loveletters", and "Body and Soul", and "Stella by the Starlight". And so it went. All the beautiful songs he knew, he played them. Each time he did, the casual acquaintance gradual ly, wordlessly blossomed into a warm and deep friendship. Then there came that one night when he found himself quite all alone with her in the sala. After the last notes of the song he was playing died down, he turned around, and found her knitting. He stifled the impulse to call her. In stead, he studied her closely: the fine lines of the forehead and chin, the short hair, the smooth cheeks. Unknowing that she was the sub ject of his direct and deep scruti ny, she- glanced up and found him thus, their eyes meeting for a swift moment. Perhaps she saw on his face that which he could not un derstand with him, that which shook him to his depths when her eyes met his fleetingly, for she hastily went back to her knitting, and he turned back to the piano. And the fingers hence that wan dered over the keys were the tools of the heart. Out of a hazy some where, a man's voice picked up the words of the song he was play ing. .. " when you're near me.. . I'm in the mood for love...." Only then did he realize how deeply the seemingly momentary flash of her dark eyes had bored into his thoughts. He stopped playing at once, feeling the sudden rush of blood to his cheeks. He went out to the patio to hide his uncontrol lable disconcertion. Later that night, in bed, unable to sleep, he went over the happen ings of the past few hours: I won der if she noticed THAT! he mused. So what if she did. I don't think I care. But I dol heck! you'd think I.. . I must be. .. no, but, .. . Lord! I'm in love with her! .. . So, the next night, he told her, and the night after that, he told her, asked her again. That was a few days before Christmas. She'd promised to give him her answer when the bells would toll the new year in. And, like Christ mas, the night was drizzling. When it stopped for a while, they went out of the house to wait for Mar who would pick them up at the (Continued on page 36) AUGUST, 1955 Page 35 “INVITATION TO YESTERDAY" (Continued from page 35) garden gate. They waited for half an hour. Impatient, she said: —I don't think Mar's coming. It's taking her so long. —Oh! She'll be along presently. —But it's very late! —Your mama knows it's New Year, and everybody's out. She'll understand. Say, what about that. . . thing I was asking you for? —It's still 10:00. —But. .. , oh well. I'll wait. In Mar's car, he had to sit with one of her many admirers. He knew the guy, and that knowledge made him squirm with uneasiness all the time. That, and the fact that he was still a stranger to the rest of her crowd, shrank him smaller into his seat as they wove through the growing traffic. After a leisure ly drive around the city, they stop ped at Mar's place (she wanted to change her shoes), where the beau tiful phonograph records lured them to stay, dance and eat the remain ing hours away. At the first solemn chime of the clock, somebody shouted — Happy New Year! Like a pre-arranged sig nal, everybody started throwing everything into the air. Somebody changed the record to a be-bop number, and the soft, suave atmos phere became a happy riot of exu berant greetings and flashing, ju bilant faces. —Well, it's 12:00. What now? —I can't answer you in front of all these people. Please. .. —But you promised me.... He glowered at her in unspoken pro test. She stared back at him, half cold, half-pleading. Afraid to hurt her, he shrugged his shoulders re signedly, and sat down. • Three seemingly endless records went by, each one deepening his moodiness and disappointment. But anger didn't have a chance, for then he heard her ask M. . . . to escort her home. All the way to her house, he heard his heart drum inside his breast. He even looked at her whe ther she noticed or heard the bass tremors inside his chest. Later, in side the same wooden gate where a few hours before they had stood waiting for M. .., she startled him— then she turned and said hastily: —Thanks for bringing me home, huh? Alumirttes (Continued from page 28) j cently connected with the Biseya Ship| ping. USTING, as we finally called i nim, was for some time the feature ■ editor of this mag. He created and ! sired the fearless "On da Level" column j which brought him flowers and roll pins i in his USC days. Now, wait a minnitl! ■ You haven't known the bride yet!! The new Mrs. Jamiro is the former Miss DEMETRIA HOMECILLO and is a pro duct of our teachers' course, class '51. Until recently she's marming the 3 R's in Alegria Central School, Alegria, Cebu. Another "C" ex-staffer who joined the bridal parade is VICTORIA PARAS who got hitched to Atty. RICARDO PADILLA, a promising legal practi tioner. With Fr. Bunzel officiating, the marriage vows were swapped at the Sto. Rosario Church. Members of the bridal party were Dr. Eduardo Ber nardo & Mrs. Geneveva Alceseba, spon sors; Coring Paras & Eddy Gandiongco veil sponsors. A sumptuous breakfast followed after the ceremony which was held at the Physicians' Club. Do you take Julian Parama as your husband? "Yes I do" was the answer of alumna VIRGINIA BORROMEO, BSE '54 who treaded the aisle at Cebu Pro Cathedral last April 17, 1955. Spon sors were Dr. V. Borromeo and Srta. Lourdes Cuenco. After the ceremony the couple entertained their visitors with a breakfast at the Cuenco Resi dence. The lucky benedict was until recently employed at the Manila Flood Control. LAURA CASTILLO, CPA a faculty member of the Commerce department exchange marriage promises with Mr. Samuel Sagrado on June 26, 1955. An active member of the Legion of Mary the former Miss Castillo chose the Archbishop Palace as the memorable scene. The benedict is a deck officer of a certain inter-island vessel. To the happy couple goes our bouquet of roses. —Hey! You aren't just going away like that? What about that... thing? It's half past 12:00 already! —Aw! I don't believe you. —Did I ask you to? I only said if it were possible for you to care. For me, that is. Do you? She started to go and he reach ed and held her arms. She flinch ed at his touch, but didn't struggle. Suddenly, outbalancing him, she shook off his grip and raced wild ly across the lawn. He ran after her, just as the headlights of a car illumined the gate. He caught her as she started up the steps: —My sister's coming. Please, she might find out! —I'm not going to let you go un less. .. —Promise you'll go after that? —Well.. . —And you won't tell a soul? —Of course! —All right. .. . With the words barely out of her mouth, she ran up the concrete steps, leaving the door ajar. He saw the lights go on inside, and re luctantly, turned up the drive lane, oblivious of the stones which usual ly made him swear. He didn't even notice the car that passed by him on his way out. His heart was bursting with unparalleled joy. The shrill bleat of an air-horn was a rude, cold shock that explod ed his dream bubble. Unknowing, he had dropped the letter. Now he stooped and picked it up, dusting off the prints of his feet. He had stepped on them. Sighing deeply, he settled deeper into the chair and started to read again: . .. I'm not a kid anymore. May be that's the reason why I'm quite nostalgic, perhaps slightly whim sical. That's all part of growing up I suppose? Understand; I don’t want to think that the old flames are re kindled. Nol I only want to take off the dark spots in the steps that I have left behind. Even it I hardly regret, or have any re grets lor the things that happen ed, I must say 1 was quite wild. Wasn't I? That's why I wrote you this... and if we ended that way... our ways are really dif ferent, now that I do think of it. I guess it always was. And if I was wrong in being stubborn. ... gosh! why talk about that? It's just tragic, to have met that way, and then to end up so... He paused: how did it happen? where was the first breaking of the threads? Tragic? Yes, she's right. To think that such a beautiful friendship had to be severed, bat tered and left to rot on the rocks. And why? Because of that silly joke. Or was it? Yes, it was a joke... my pretending to break off with her. I wanted to see if she lov ed me enough... to stop me. But fate must be the vain, obstinate and Page 36 THE CAROLINIAN blind thing that she is. It made her mad.... blinded her. Maybe she hated me for that. She couldn't trust me anymore after that. I guess that was where she began to lose her affections for me. She might've re peated a thousand times the words of forgiveness, but it would have been useless. What happened the last time we met, was proof enough. I even wonder if she ever loved me at all.... —It's all over I said, she retorted acidly. —Why, because everything was just a game, and you were just wait ing for a chance like this to throw me away? You lied then when you said you love me. What a fool... —I'm phoning off. I have a lot of things to do. —This is good-bye then? If it is, can't you even be half woman to do it decently? Must you have to slink behind... He heard the phone click. The letter ended like the haunt ing after-refrains of a song: .. . Let's be friends, Ike. If not as good as we should be, at least enough of it to make us smile and greet each other. It not still, why, let's be good strangers then! I'd better close now. I'm afraid I've said too much. But before I do, my warmest regards to your loved ones. And to you, a special wish for continued health, happiness and luck. As ever, Sol. P.S.—To hope for a word from you is trampling on my pride. But anyhow, could I hope for it? From you? I wonder if you still remember where I live. I'm still here, Ike, in case you want to write. ditto He felt hollow inside as he fold ed the linen and placed it on the table. He stood there motionless for a long time. He thought of calling her. And his heart thumped wildly at the thought of hearing her voice again. He could not understand the (Continued on page 44) What Is this Thing ... (Continued from page 34} ing fun at her feminine foibles. Myl how he guffaws at the idea of women wearing slacks, jeans, or trubenized shirts, and sporting a mannish bob. The fact is, there are women who look equally be coming in a man's get-up as they do in their own. . . proving how versatile women are when it comes to clothes. But man's ego would not let him admit this. Besides, he can not stand the thought of being so unglamorously one-sided. Thus we hear him ridiculing woman right and left. . . the way she fixes her hair, her manner of dress, her seemingly illogical ways, her fic kleness, and heaven knows what else! Yet, woman is only trying to be what she is: a woman. She has foibles, certainly. But then, do not these foibles add more to her charms? Somewhow it has never occur red to man to ask himself why woman behaves the way she does. We can easily understand that. Man, whether he likes to admit it or not, is an animal with an infi nite capacity for jumping to con clusions. And yet he claims to be the more intelligent of the species! It's about time he quits kidding himself. No matter what he may think or say to the contrary, he can not do without woman. Behind his every success, there's a wom an. Behind his every failure there, too, is a woman. Dux femina facti, as the Latins put it. Or, as the French would say' cherchez, la fem me. Suppose there was no such thing called woman? Just think of what would happen to textile industries, cosmetic manufacturers, modeling agencies, etc. Think of what would happen to poets, writers, novelists, sculptors, or even gossip column ists. And where would Christian Dior be, or Max Factor, Jacques Fath, or Hollywood? In fact, where would the world be? And where would man be? There is no use arguing about woman; she must be taken as de facto a necessary part of man. So man may deride and disparage her all he wants to, he still can't get along without her. "For what is man, after all, without woman? Man would be half-man, half(Continued on page 44) FOR THE SPORTSMAN . . . (Continued from page 29} to their second consecutive cham pionship of the junior league last year. These, are the first line of offense, and the sharpest, and trickiest bar riers of defense. The rest, make up our second margin of victory or loss: Natalio Reynes, member of the '53 varsity, back at his old ball handling job, Robert Bondoc, who headed and captained our own jun ior five, Cenizo Modequillo, star guard of the San Jose Jaguars, Boy Barga, from Iligan's St. Columban, Edgardo Galdo, of the Sta. Rita Academy team, Balingasag, Mis. Or., and two of the fightingest and best Baby Panthers to come out of the CCAA wars last year, Pa tricio Palmares and Gerardo del Rosario. That in parental words, is us, the 1955 Warriors. Individually, it is a collection of gifted and talented young men. And they'll make, if not one, the best team that we ever had. Our of fense is splendid. It is there where we excel. The guards shoot, the center dunks 'em proper, and the forwards are just plain super. But the defense is as weak and shab by, flabby is the word, as the of fense is good. The coordination is as pin-pointed and welded together as the figures in a joggle-word puz zle, and you know what that means. The weave, perhaps, the most po tent weapon in our many conquests of the diadem, is still an awkward process with these new basketball army that we have. In fact, there doesn't seem to be any weave at all. Everything's New I said... in cluding the most important of all elements — experience and season ing. True, some have gone thru the paces of a CCAA tussle... But what about the rest? Have they gone thru something half as gory, twisted with strange and queer de cisions and ridden with fouls?... in the teamwork and the responsibil ities of a Warrior? But, they'll be there when the bell rings for the battle. . . and they'll be sporting the Carolinian colors. How they conduct them selves. .. let it be as grand and as magnificent as they did the last time. But they will be there, and they will fight, that is sure. The Seven Ages of Woman Infant, child, girl, young woman, young woman, young woman, poised social leader. -Apollo-Journal AUGUST, 1955 Page 37 showing nd below • • laughing nd dashes - ■ exploration ECHWARR® jeviVs wind. | scouret have nothing atore. 1 rTe-.^ sm Xael irfrff. par,,XU ‘’•-TpolBnt *as a F 1. every ■~r' * \n e.press'otl ed no grace .edge between my Thick is *he her emotion batWtenb."*" ashes - ■ obvious by made or lor ''££« •«* foolish e^es. hat. a *Y-Pure TRI 00i lk out We are dehydrated gods, turning the earth with our eager feet. We are frantic because we are not quite sane and our clawing brain cannot reach where the fire is mellow and the birds cannot fly We smell the odor from the moon coming from ancient fortresses falling as debrises from the years. We walk thru the streets filled with rambling cans and ugly cats where broken tenements with broken irons, finger us from us and we go home hungry because the walk had been long but we never knew—yet, there by slender cots, some lay with phenobarbital in the belly and blood dripping from their wrists as others kissed and embraced shamefully inside a moonless night We go where we must be alone, because the roads are more than the pores in our skin and we no longer breath the same dense air. For we are gods wor,d of dream ^ods. , |ive °f *°ught. CTV rtf ?_i '. ’ive in the loners 3nd *n atmosph( * f o^ing society of ’ • • a P/ace where tA • • r°>«. «,e reaZZ."' 1 "W aeeefera(e The quili Was ^iheTenu ^^^es^ i n c BLOOM, flower, now. BLOOM and flower inside the night. BLOOIvf as colors BLOOM, BLOOM now. Now BLOOM with bursting flavor. Now BLOOM with ancient pleasure like ravishing fire. BLOOM now, not when, but now. BEAT, heart, now, now BEAT and BEAT and BEAT the love BEAT. BEAT and love and BEAT and love now. BEAT now, heart. CEAT now and now •he c < q)kies .... searching forever, not knowing why we are But we are pale gods, sick to the marrow of our bones. Sun-less gods, crawling beneath the bellies of dead heroes. And where the churches stand, we stumble and drip with fallen faces because there is one who knows why He is such So we are seeds, seeking for the ova along the walls of the earth, dying toward the golden cup or living down the garden of useless thorns. And He laughs, because stones do not have to breath to live: plants do not have to kill to grow: and trees do not have to move to die So we are lines as rains are.... drawn across the heaving horizon. We are rains as lines are..............falling beneath the above and between of below VICENTE RANUDO, JR. 3 e ( ?) and now. Stop, not now. Now, now, now is to beat, beat, beat and beat .... there beside every road of thunder love waits. Amusing things with the aptitude of an ape happen like amusing apes with amusing aptitudes. Toward the yawn of evening the BLOOM of flowers BEAT the love BEAT of Polainaise (?)... Polinaise (?) No, polination. • RANUDO • madness buddy Q^oR‘° at night- ■ substance shout out |, my ProtesV -. want to cry ..in my crym^ self for 1 d° '°Seonly a man• • ’weak. i-po*eM’ - make mine . a premiere or . minor ro because shower. . region « d PC acts of classified pews are rac* .,cures. with Sunday the os touch nothing ? n and lingerie • • but nylon ano A J. „de<V. ’ hatred. farrago when man politics’ and pa'" of m5®"']7' t j uno d madness- darkness. of half-realihes ; find only fhe , the pay°" • ’ t tawdriness, sinner. 7Vfat yu 'Ifatfa Conducted by • E. M. D I 0 L A • ... About Chaperons? Just as tresses tumble to the level of the hips one season and soar to the nape the next, so do the formalities and conventions of an age. We happen to live in an era of push-buttons and jet-propulsions, an age which refuses to recognize the stilted formalities of another age. Chaperons, for instances, are now virtual strangers eyed with indifference by our young people. But then there are those who still maintain that they are as necessary as jailhouses. There has been a lot of bilge and bugwash about this seemingly simple question. Writers on modern etiquette and Vogue assert that chaperons are extra baggage in any social affair. It (Vogue, that is) holds the argument that we should look more to the temper of the times rather than to the echo of old traditions. Modern girls, they observed, are their own best chaperons. But again, these are in the books. We decided to find out how our own college students re-act on the question. So here............ OLIVA CAST AR ARES, College of Pharmacy, says: A prudent girl needs a chaperon when going out on a date or to a party. And an intelligent man should not feel offended or even take the mistaken notion that his character and dependability are being questioned. He must give little concessions and sacrifices to his whims if he is to preserve the friendly tie. The necessity of a chaperon comes in handy when a girl is out on a date with her boy friend, because as Monsieur de la Rochefoucauld says of lovers: "All their talk is of themselves." It must be added here that not only their talk but also their thoughts are of themselves. If this be so, then a chaperon can very well serve as a breakwater for sudden selfish im pulses. In a predominantly Catholic country like ours, it is a sad com mentary that the chaperon chivalry is gradually vanishing. But I am sure that there will be a moral re awakening and then we shall be able to cut loose from the fads and fashions of this highly emanci pated age which knows no chaper on and recognizes no apron strings. EDUVIGES ESQUELA. College of Pharmacy, says; There is a person whom prog ress and modernity should not dis card. One such is the chaperon — that inconspicuous entity who, in one moment, is spoken of in terms of joy and, in the next, is scorned as belonging to an age long con signed to the history books. What ever may be said about chaper ons, pro and con, the fact persists that the chaperon is indispensable. A girl in her teens who has not been invested with enough responE. Esquela sibility but who has to fulfill some really important engagement, should consider the chaperon a ''must' item. I must hasten to add, how ever, that even in full womanhood, a girl wouldn't be the less dignified if she had a chaperon with her when she attends some social func tion or some such thing. A chap eron, to my mind, is not a voodoo designed to scare people away and to stand in the way of real hap piness. For actually, a chaperon's role is that of an anonymous heroine who discourages the "fool ish little things" which, as it hap pens many times, develop into gross indiscretion. Page 40 THE CAROLINIAN JOSEFINA MANUBAG, Secretarial Department, says: Going out with a chaperon is a good tradition which should not be "thrown to the dogs." Even in this era of precocious technology, we still find our morality wanting of safeguards simply because we refuse to profit by our traditions. While it is true that we have ad vanced in technical know-how, our standards of morality are at a standstill, if not on the down grade. Today, our comics-crazy teen-agers are so busy with jam sessions and so engrossed in terpsichorean acro batics that their chemistry lessons and/or religious obligations are often neglected and relegated to the ash can. Now, must we blame chaperons for playing mother-hens to these bunch of misguided missiles? — MAURICIO FELICIO, College of Law, says: It depends who the chaperon and to what a girl is going out for. If she goes out to formal parties I with her mother, that's perfectly okay. Or her father for that matter. But if Ma or Pa tags along like a five-centavo stamp to jam sessions or to a movie date, it's simply un bearable. Either will freeze the fun and it is not unlikely that the man would dismiss the girl as squeamish and antic, and therefore like an old furniture in a 1955-model bun galow, out-of-place-and-date. In our times of atomic fission she will not, nay she cannot lead a hale of a life. Chaperons should be discarded and stashed away to rot with the past. ROMULO BACOL, College of Liberal Arts, says: I suggest that chaperons, like the knee-long bathing suits, be conCaroliniana (Continued from, page 48) Reverend Rahmann's Field Work Among the Aetas seems to goad scholarly-minded Filipinos to do a "double-time" on researches made on the Aetas. He says that one who's familiar with their dialect should turn out a good thesis on these people — and this seems to be swiveled at our direction. But the question is: How many Fi lipinos are "scholarly-minded? (This is a boogie-woogie world, Father.) But anyhow, those who consider themselves capable may take their cue from the former Gra duate School Dean. Now comes Reverend van Lin den's poser: What do You Think About the Graduate School? Think, fellas, think! — or would rather let Senator Recto handle the situation? V. Ranudo, Jr. "comes crash- i ing into an alley of fear" after he ; saw the nightmarish sights of his I Sanity's Last Stand. The latter is i a methodical, imaginative person- | al description of the writer's own i interpretation of the stages the sane mind undergoes until it completely conks into the realms of insanity. "Sanity's Last Stand" was written ; by Ranudo while he was yet in ! j high school. Somehow the article i | found its way to the 1950 edition I | of the Carolinian as yet red-penciled | by NGR. Giving it a new twist. Nene (yep, that's his handle) obliges us with "newer methods in his literary madness." (Continued on page 42)' 11. Bacol signed to the dead files of history. A century ago the doctrine that a woman's place was in the house was in fashion. Consequently, wo men lived practically sequestered lives. In today's world of hoity-toity people, are our women as blind and meek as they were during grandma's time? No, siree! Try Don Juan's tactics on a barbered, painted female specimen, where does it lead you? Nowhere. Or pilot a sixteen-year old schooner to a port of your desire and where do you land? On a port of her choos ing. Yes, sir . . . these females are as shrewd as Wall Street bankers and as slippery as Russian diplo mats. As Nestorios Morelos aptly puts it, "These gals can pack a wal lop that can demolish a tartanilia." Does a girl need a chaperon? One female is enough for a guy's nerves. (Turn to next page) <~Plural. then you came and pour nearness taught me the distance of the stars. I bled: and your touch kindled fire among the ashes of my forgotten love! —E. M. Diola AUGUST, 1955 Page 11 STAND, SUN . . . (Continued from page 22) Copernicanism “appears to contra dict Scripture". On March 5, 1616, the work ol Copernicus was forbidden by the Congregation of the Index untji corrected", and in 1620 these cor rections were made known. Nine sentences, by which the heliocentric system was represented as "cer tain", had to be either omitted or changed. This done, the reading of the book was allowed. In 1758 the book disappeared from the re vised Index. VALUE OF HIS WORK. Copernicus was not the first to realize that the apparent movemen! of the sun from east to west is no conclusive proof that it does act ually move in this way. In the 14tli century, Oresme drew attention to the fact that Heraclides of Pontus had put forward the hypothesis of the earth's movement. And it seems that Oresme considered the hypo thesis of the earth's daily rotation on its axis to meet all requirements better than the opposite hypothesis. In the 15th century, Nicolas of Cusa, Cardinal, stated clearly that both the sun and the earth move, al though he did not say explicitly that the earth rotates round the sun. But ordinary observation alone can not convince anyone of the earth's rotation. As Roger Bacon, the 13thcentury Franciscan, had insisted, astronomy requires the aid of ma thematics. (Continued on page ltd) ROSS COVER'S . . . ABOUT CHAPERONS . . . (Continued from page 41) ROLANDO LEYSON. i College of Engineering, says: A chaperon is a dead hero — and a girl going out with a chaperon is something of a shy lass taken from out ol an antique page of his tory. Which, I might say, is not wholesome at all. We must admit that the spirit of culture — or shall we say manners? — does not die with the age, but it must also be admitted that its expression changes with the mood and idiosyncracies of the times. In the “good old days" it was unthinkable for a wo man to go out alone; it simply was against the moral temper of the day. But as often said, nothing is cons tant than change. Today, it is pro per and fit for a woman to go out alone; after all, nobody can best serve as chaperon other than her self. I dare say, a chaperon spoils the fun and takes out the very pur pose of engagement. His presence affords a man an opportunity to be what he is not. (Continued on page 4->) (Continued from page 30) CAROLINIANA. . . (Continued from page 41) Buddy Quitorio is back. Regis trars, Cashiers, Clerks, Mail-clerks, Librarians, professors and especially you, girls, take heed of his column. On da Level. Something about him: he doesn't pull his punches. What Do You Think About Cha perons? A question difficult to ans wer but, at least, one finds fun in answering it. Erasmus Diola has seemed to have stirred a hornet’s nest by this quizzer. We'd like to know how you answer this one without detriment to your allowances from Ma. ---------The way Shirley Evangelista treats 'em Campuscrats reminds us of Maria Delia Saguin's lackdaisical mood. Shirley seems to be a neo phyte of this university but her qualities (literary and non-literary) simply convinced us (and adviser Faigao too) that she's really fit for campuscratting. ! USC has a new basketball coach. Read BQ's Sportscope and RG's highball for the sportsman for fur ther details. So far, he's doing all right. But how far this will go, we can't say. The team has everything (including jackets and Chuck Tay lors) but discipline. Somebody seems to have a hard time hinting to D. Deen and recruit E. Michael that there's only one coach and playmaker in the business who goes by the initials of JA jr. Spare the rod, and spoil them children Maestro! Another thing: not all of the credit however, goes to JA jr. and the jackets, — Lauro Mumar (if J that name means anything to you) also has to be given a lion's share on the job of whittling these ball upstarts down to size. On this business the umpires, gatekeepers, oafs, louts and selfstyled experts are your colleagues. They give you the dopes; know who's going to fade out this year, throw you out of the gym or cry upon your shoulders. Fans yell the loudest when that bonehead of a writer doesn't include their bean-poles in his make-up. From day to day you rub against strange people. You have to be on constant guard against mental infection and collapse of the brain cells. A wag once told me he rates the ref just one notch below his most hated human being. So if people like me aren't careful they'll find themselves one day carrying a cane and sporting dark colored glasses. A series of disintegration would set in and six moons later you could kick him on the seat of the pants to the gutters. Take the first “t" from TRIOT and what do you have? RIQT. Take the last “t" but retain the first. The word? TRIO. Try reading pages 38-39 and you'll know why the last letter “t" was added to the triot. Some cornball, huh! Come October issue, the red pencil will have new fingers for its master. It was great knowing you, Carolinian. Page 42 THE CAROLINIAN STAND, SUN . . . (Continued from page 42) Copernicus with his great ma thematical ability made his lifework a success. Commencing his labor at a time when the belief in the immobility of the earth was univer sal, he conceived the idea of its motion, and pursued it with un wearied diligence, nor for a few years, but through the greater part of his life, constantly comparing it with the appearances in the heav ens. All these observations he did a hundred years before the inven tion of telescopes, with imperfect wooden instruments. That is the scientific value of his work, to have opened the gate of the heavens by his precise and steadfast nursuit of the celestial phenomena, observa tionally and mathematically. Kepler, the great countryman of Copernicus, has described his char acter in the following words: "Co pernicus, vir maximo ingenio, et quod in hoc exercitio magni momenti est, animo liber". Vir maximo ingenio — his genius appears in the fact that he grasped the truth centuries before it could be proved. Animo liber — at the beginning of Book One Copernicus himself re veals to us: "A property of all good arts is to draw the mind of man away from vice and direct it to better things; these arts (i.e. astro nomy and mathematics) can do that more plentifully on account of the unbelievable pleasure of mind which they furnish. For who, after apply ing himself to things which he sees established in the best order and directed by divine ruling would not through contemplation of them, and through a certain habituation be awakened to that which is best and would not admire the artificer o' all things, in whom is all happiness and every good? — That was the intention of his labor that is the moral value of his work, the glory of God. ALUMNI CHIMES. . . (Continued from page 28) are not certain but someday we'll see him in the arena of politics. Last word from St. Joseph College, Maasin, Leyte has it that Miss Pre sentation Garde is marming the National tongue out there. This is something for one of the personnel in our Registrar to crow over. Well, good luck to you Sing.... ABOUT CHAPERONS . . . (Continued from page 42) ESTRATONICA TAN, College of Commerce, says: It is true that a chaperon some times spoils the fun, but it is also unimpeachable that more often than not he or she plays an important part in whipping our morals into line. As we see, even angels can be tempted. Having a chaperon along has its merits and demerits. For instance, gossip is minimized, if not all done away with. Occasion to sin is elim inated and our parents who are usually left at home do not have to worry as regards our personal safety. Of course, chaperons are kill-joys no matter how you look at them. But one should also con sider that joy is not always the solitary motive behind every date. ANYTHING YOU SAY . . . (Continued from page 45) Dear Editor: I beg to disagree xvith Mr. Fabroz’ “On Women's HitchLine'' in the March 1955 issue of the Carolinian. I can’t subscribe to his ideas. His contention that women nowadays are in a hand-to-mouth state of hooking a man (what a phrase) because they don’t know their do’s and don’t’s is unfair. Why refer it to all women? Why not speak of those who have lowered considerably our social standards, instead? There are those whose faces are as saintly as Mona Lisa’s but ivhose whereabouts reveal exactly the opposite of tvhat their faces ought to reflect. This could have been the appropriate subject for him to break into print. I believe Mr. Fabroz was only motivated by his desire to attack women for revenge. He must have been the victim of an unattained desire. Can’t you be patient for a moment, Sammy? Remember: “the greater the conflict the more glorious the triumph.” NATY ILAO, College of Law It’s your right to disagree. — ED. GRADUATE SCHOOL FORMS CLUB In a meeting held by the Gra duate School teachers and students last July 17, the first Post Graduate School Club was formed. Fr. Cornelis van der Linden, S.V.D., the Dean of the Graduate School; Fr. Joseph Baumgartner; Mr. Alfredo Ordona; and Mr. Sesinando Buot were among those present. Fr. van der Linden gave a short talk fol lowed by the election of officers. Officers elected are: George Sychuan Guy, Praeses; Lourdes R. Quisumbing, Scriba; Esperanza Ma nuel, Press Relations Officer. He stands — tough and gentle ... A powerful being — yet, weak in itself... He sits — an uncontented being ... a King all his Own ... A Ruler — yet, Woman-ruled ... He walks — proud with every step__ humbler with each defeat__ A mass of Atom Clay — the Man! By: ELSIE JANE VELOSO AUGUST, 1955 Page 43 What is this Thing . . . (Continued from page 37) THE PEN AND I (Continued front, page 11) little beads ol perspiration came trickling down my forehead. I was getting furious at myself for not being able to write a whole story yet. I had racked my brain for another new plot; but it seemed I was spent. I looked out to the spot where a while ago had moved my heart and hand hoping that its beauty might re-captivate me again. What I saw was the final straw. Nowhere was the bird that was chirping a soothing song a while ago. The flowers were now droop ing under the stinging heat of the sun. A butterfly or two could now be seen flying lifelessly. The li lies had slowly and completely shied away from the sun. The fishes kept to the bottom of the pond. They too, were escaping the heat of the noon-day sun. The wonder ful backdrop was no longer pale blue but a glaring blue which made me squint. Where was the music, the poetry and a hundred other lit tle things which had fooled me into thinking that I could be a great au thoress someday? Instead I felt warm; and in no time I lost my temper. I gathered the crumpled bits of paper strewn carelessly on my desk and burned them merci lessly. . . until the last flame flick ered and died. With it, my visions of fame and fortune as an authoress died too. I hated myself for hav ing been such a miserable failure and I hated my friend who said writing a story was just nothing at all. Maybe in a way he was right— it was nothing at all. Writers are made—not born. Indeed? lust wait till I meet her. I'll give her a piece of my mind. "My husband talks in his sleep— does yours?" "No. He's terribly annoying—he just chuckles." "Of course I'm not married," said she. "I'm nobody's fool." "Then," said he, hopefully, "will you be mine?" Girl (arriving late at game)— "What's the score, Larry?" Escort—"Nothing to nothing." Girl—"Oh, goody!! Then we haven't missed a thing!" wits & jo\es Dancing the rhumba is a way of waving goodbye without moving your hand. —Galen Drake (CBS) Each time Frank Murphy drove his car over 80 miles an hour, the motor set up a terrific knocking. He finally took it to a garage for a check-up. The mechanic looked the car over carefully, but couldn't find a thing wrong with it. "At what speed did you say the car knocks?" he asked. "Eighty." "Nothing wrong with the car," the mechanic stated flatly. "It must be the good Lord warning you." As we packed for a vacation trip through Canada, I recalled what a friend who had visited there recently had told me. "We'll have to take different clothes than usual," I remarked. "They say nobody there wears jeans." My junior high daughter, looking incredulous, asked: "Not even the girls?" —Mrs. B. de Boer in PEN Relax. Don't worry about the job fou don't like. Someone else will soon lave it. —H erald-A dvocate A handful of patience is worth more than a bushel of brains. Dutch Proverb Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomor row ye diet. William Gilmore Beymer The empty vessel makes the greatest sound. Shakespeare Noise proves nothing. Often a hen who has merely laid an egg cackles as if she laid an asteriod. Samuel L. Clemens Everything comes if a man will only wait. Disraeli beast. . . a mere heap of shapeless, pulseless matter." Just what have we accomplished by all these? We can't say we have done something monumental to make the world sit up. . . that's glaringly obvious. Neither can we say we didn't try our best. At any rate, this should make man look upon woman with a more tolerant eye and accept her as she is. Moreover, this proves beyond all doubt what we have said at the beginning: Woman is a most inex haustibly fascinating subject, just as she shall always be for millen niums to come. Hargrave clearly sums up the whole argument in these words: "Women are the poetry of the world just as the stars are the poetry of heaven. Clear, harmonious, and light-giving, they are the terrestrial planets that gov ern the destinies of men." Come to think of it, why do they call it a man's world? "Invitation to Yesterday" (Continued from page 37) strange mixture of dread and long ing. But did he, when he first spoke his first tender word to her? Did he understand the weakness that numbed his frame then? Did he understand the breathless thrill when her fingers first accidentally touched his? The old woman saw him close the door, gently. Wondering and surprised at the sudden soft ease of the same slam-happy hands, she whispered to herself: Now, I won der why he didn't! She leaned out from a window. She saw him cross the street, and shoving aside the swinging doors, entered the drug store. She could not hear him say to the operator: 998-R please? Nor heard his hesitant, guarded query of the crooning, girlish voice that answered, nor hear his voice in hal lowed conversation tremble, for if she had, she wouldn't have asked herself; she would have understood the sudden mildness in him; and would have known the poignant tale behind those three numbers and the letter "R" that adomed his bed side wall. Page 44 THE CAROLINIAN ANYTH I N G BOOK REVIEW Dear Mr. Editor: To exploit music, perhaps, dismantle it, is quite out of bounds. But I suppose this concerns all of us, proper or not, since we all love music. We’re copycats, and miserably poor ones too. I have no objections to imitating stateside standards. But heck! do we have to copy the theme from a foreign songwriter’s brainchild then slaughter whatever beauty there was in it? I wouldn’t be surprised if some of these days, you’ll hear “all the things you are” in rhumba beat, or “dream of ohven” in the congo jive, and you’ll know what that means . . . musically, we’re sunk!!! Rex Ma. Grupo Liberal Arts There are good ones, too — or have you heard them all? — ED Dear Mr. Editor: I believe that 99% of Journalism is service. But where does the remaining 1% go? Besides, service needs inspiration to be efficiently rendered. And where else is the nearest way to a man’s heart except through his stomach? It’s a pity staff members are sweating it out but just can’t reinforce themselves without mother's purse. Adelino B. Si toy Pre-Law The remaining one per cent is inspiration.—ED Mr. Editor: What is the regular requirement of the number of students in a section? In some of our classes, particularly Religion I in the projection room, we are seating on the last top seats. We can hardly hear what the teacher is talk ing about. Shall we remain in this state until the end of the semester? Ramon Pernia Pre-Law I Mr. Jose Arias, Registrar: Different subjects have different requirements as to the number of students in a section. In the lecture classes, the accommodations and acoustics limit the capacity of the room. (Continued on page 43) FAIGAO’S 69 Minutes of America To the reader who wants to feel the magic and the thousand-and-one thrills of travel by slouching in an easy-chair on some quiet rainy afternoon, the answer is found in Atty. Cornel io Faigao's 69 Minutes of America. It is a delight ful little book of colorful essays based on his ex periences . . . amusing, pathetic, and other wise . . . during his ninety-day tour of the United States as a Smith-Mundt travel grantee. Clothed in humor, pathos, and an appealing artistry of words, the essays are the author's reactions to the American environment. "Most of them," as he states in the preface, "burgeoned out of in termingled joy, triumph and despair. In them I have tried to capture the surprise, the thrill, the j wonder and the excitement of a new experience." This modest little volume is an invitation to a modern fairy-tale of adventure in "the land flow ing with mink and money" that is America. I If it is clarity the reader is looking for he will find it in this book. Written in clipped, clear-cut, flowing sentences, his work is a refreshing de parture from the somewhat stuffy and overdressed style of other writers. Every word in it is alive with color and emotion. If the reader wants humor, Faigao is the an swer. This literary brainchild of his glows with a wholesome subtle humor not so often found in Filipino writings. And if the reader wants variety, Faigao's book is again the answer. To all that he (the reader) may have read or heard about America and Americans, Faigao adds something of his own personality which makes the mottled sights and sounds he writes of "vibrate in the memory" long after the reader puts the book aside. As a tale of adventure laid amidst twentieth century settings, 69 Minutes of America makes interesting reading and is a welcome addition to any library.—L. A. AUGUST, 1955 Page 45 ECTDON n o o folklore filipino La Cueva de Bingag Noticias Universitarias I • por VALE • “GRADUATE SCHOOL" j El Muy Rdo. Padre C. van der Linden S.V.D. que estaba en India es ahora el decano de esta escuela. | El padre Rahmann que esta para salir a Europa para tomar el cargo de Editor de una revista interna tional Hamada "Anthropos" esta sustituido por el anterior. El padre C. van der Linden es el que ofrece la close de Latin para los "Masters". Su estatura manifiesta la grandeza de la escuela que dicho Padre encabeza. “ARTES LIBERALS Y CIENCIAS" El colegio de Artes Liberales y Ciencias patroniza ahora una serie de conlerencias en los diferentes departamentos que lo componen. El nuevo decano de la "Graduate School" el Rdo. Padre C. van der Linden, fue el primero que did la conferencia hablando sobre la Idea de la Universidad. La sola de projecciones estaba llena de alumnos que le escucharon con atencion. con atencidn. Los maestros y ins- ( tructores pertenecientes a este cole- j gio tambidn prestaron su atencion a conferencia tan interesante. j Al empezar las closes, una vez ■ organizadas estas, el decano del i Colegio de Artes Liberales el Muy ; Rdo. Padre Goertz convoco alter- j nativamente a cada uno de los de- i partamentos de su colegio de una ■ conferencia de presentation, que el j mismo abrio para presentar los con- j sejeros a sus closes respectivas. i “CAMBIO DE PROGRAMA" \ El rectorado de la universidad I ha experimentado un cambio. El | (Continua en la p&g. 1,7) I Traducida al espanol por la Close Espanol III, Comercio, del articulo ingles de la Srta. Nilda Pestano. bA CUEVA BINGAG esta situada entre la calle Martires y la isla astillero del Sr. Ponce en la ciudad de Cebu. La existencia de hadas en esta cueva fue descubierta segun se alega por un joven que estaba por cometer suicidio. Este mozo se volvio loco en su desesperacion por su fracaso en producir el dote pedido a el por su suegro prospective. El resultado fue la cancelation de su matrimonio. Para terminar todo, el jdven romantico pensd morir en una fria oscura y solitaria cueva. Apenas hubo entrado en su boca musgosa, el jdven oy6 un sonido de pasos en el interior de la cueva. "Debo de estar sonando," el se dijo a si mismo. Desde luego el miedo se deslizo en su persona. Una puerta se abrio y el joven vid un cuarto ricamente amueblado y bien iluminado. Alli el vid a una chica de pie y extremadamente hermosa. "Joven, dijo la muchacha," pareces estar muy afligido. iPuedo ayudarte en algo? "Olvidate de ello, amigo mio. Cualquiera cosa sea la que te estd consumiendo no puede ser tan mala como para hacerte acabar con tu vida. Tu eres joven y el mundo es un lugar hermoso des puds de todo. Pasa y cudntame todas tus penas. Despues de esto el estaba ya dentro del cuarto contando a la hermosa joven sobre su fracasado matrimonio. Cuando el termino, la bella dijo: "Si todo lo que necesitas para un dote es una aganta de oro y dos carabaos, eso es fdcil." Con un ligero golpe ella blandio su varita de virtud y alii aparecieron ante el dos carabaos y una ganta de oro. Hubo conversation entre ellos hasta que el joven estuvo ya listo para salir. Otra hada criada de la primera le acompano en su camino de salida. El joven pudo casarse con la mujer a quien amo. Pero este descubrimiento causo un poco de agitacidn y casi todos a correr hacia la cueva de Bingag. Por varios meses todo el mundo en la comunidad gozo una vida de soltura, gracias a la generosidad del hada Pero igual que el dueno de la gansa que ponia huevos de oro, un hombre concibid la idea de casarse con el hada a fin de que el pudiera tener cualquiera cosa que le gustase o quizas agarrar todas las riquezas para 61. Una noche el se fue a la cueva y le propuso al hada su amor. El hada cortes pero firmemente le dijo que el pedia lo imposible. El hombre cogio al hada en sus brazos y corrio tan de prisa como pudo. Cuando llego al lugar equidistante entre su casa y la cueva, el se paro para desccmsar. Cuando trato de besar la doncella que cogid en sus brazos, el vid que todo se habia cambiado de repente el hada se volvid un grande gato negro con un colmillo desnudo. Inmediatamente el arrojo el animal al suelo maldiciendo y el se tird al monte en su camino a casa. Despues de aquel incidente Bingag paso a ser otra cueva: fria, oscura y solitaria. Adonquiera se fueron las hadas, nadie lo sabe. Page 46 THE CAROLINIAN La Leyenda de la flor Hamada “Las Dos’’ Traducida al espanol por la Clase Espanol III, Comercio, del articulo ingles de la Srta. Rosario Reyes en Carolinian EN LO HONDO de la provincia de Surigao, hay grandes drbo les silvestres que producen flores. Las llores son de campanas en formas y tienen color amarillo mientras el centro es de verde oscuro. Los Manobos, los nativos paganos de Surigao, cuentan sobre la origin de este drbol que da llores, el cual lo llaman "lisagdwa", que quiere decir "las dos". Se dice que hace siglos, los Ma nobos fueron una de las mas poderosas y ricas tribuds en Mindanaw. En las guerras entre las dilerentes tribues ellos siempre salieron victoriosos y usualmente sacaron un rico botin. Estos saqueos fueron entonces presentados a su jefe como regalos y guardados en una cueva en que fueron muy bien vigilados. Habfa diez soldados Mano bos destacados especialmente para vigilar en grupos de cinco que se alternaban a la entrada de la cueva. Su unico trabajo era guardar los tesoros preciosos y sonar o tocar una campana como advertencia cuando un enemigo se aproximara. Al principio ellos fueron muy diligentes en cumplir sus deberes. La Sampaguita Lucionito B. Alino, Com. 11 Asi como tenemos pdjaro nacional, cancidn nacional y heroe nacional asi tambien tenemos nuestra flor nacional. Esta es blanca y sencilla su nombre es sampaguita. Mucho se ha dicho de la sampa guita, de modo que hay poesias y cantos que estdn escritos y compuestos para describirla y ponderarla. La. planta sampaguita tiene flores que son blancas y hojas verdes semejantes a cualquier otra planta. Las flores de la sampaguita tienen dulcisima fragrancia. Las hojas son como la forma de nuestro corazdn. Como sampaguita es una enredadera, para tener una primorosa y delicada vista de la sampaguita muchas personas construyen cerca de la planta una escalera a donde la sampaguita asciende. Nosotros colgambs el retrato de nuestro heroe, el Dr. Jose Rizal, en pero paso el tiempo y ellos empezaron a descuidarlo. Sin el conocimiento de su jefe ellos finalmente se dormian durante las tardes. Una tarde, su mas feroz enemigo invadio de repente su campo. Fue ron completamento cogidos desprevenidos sin que hubiera ningun combate. Los saqueadores robaron casi todos los tesoros. Ninguno de los guardias confeso quien de ellos estaba de guardia aquella tarde. Para determinar las personas culpables, el jefe ordend que los guardias del tesoro se peleasen en tre si. Aquellos que fuesen derrotados serian juzgados los culpa bles. Noticias... (Continuacion de la pagina 46) Muy Rdo. Padre Gansewinkel ha sido relevado por el Muy Rdo. Padre Kondring que como se sabe fue por nueve anos el Padre Provincial, de la Sociedad del Verbo Divino en Filipinas. El muy Rdo. Padre Gan sewinkel fud nombrado por Roma Rector del Colegio de San Paul en Tacloban, Leyte. No es propio de cir que hay cambio de administracion en la universidad porque los dos pertenecen a la misma congre gation y trabajan por lo tan to por los mismos ideales. En efecto, sea lo que fuere, todo serd para el mejoramiento de la Universidad de San Carlos. “ARTES LIBERALES Y CIENCIAS” Uno de los instructores de este colegio, el Sr. Anastacio Montes, se separd recientemente para aceptar una posicidn como profesor en la Universidad de Filipinas donde goza de una tranquilidad de seguridad (social) mejorando fisicamente con el aire fresco de Deliman Site. las paredes de nuestras casas pero tros jardines, pero hasta el presente no sembramos la sampaguita en solamente un poco numero de nuesnuestros jardines. Seria muy pro- tros paisanos han hecho y hacen pio sembrar la sampaguita en nues- esto. Los diez hombres recibieron las armas, la lanza y el escudo. Tuvo lugar el combate y los cinco hom bres culpables fueron ejecutados. Nueve dias despues del entierro, un drbol grande broto de las tumbas de aquellos muertos en el combate. Sus flores formaban como una gran de campana que se componia de cinco petalos los cuales, dicen los Manobos, significan o simbolizan los cinco infortunados que cayeron en la batalla. El color rojo en el centro representa su sangre derramada en la pelea. Las hojas estdn formadas como sus escudos y si uno mira atentamente y con ojos microscopicos estas hojas, el ve que los dibujos hermosos grabados en las venas son semejantes a los di bujos primorosos o elaborados del escudo de Manobo. Lo que mds nos extrana en las flores de dicho drbol es que por las tardes ellas empiezan a cerrarse y luego se marchitan. Dicen que esto es porque los hombres simbolizados por ellas aun despuds de la muerte no vencieron su costumbre de dormirse por las tardes. Asi los pdtalos se cierran tempranito por la tarde y se como flores dormidas. Las Plantas Maria Bacorta, Com. II Voy a hablar sobre las plantas en general y ninguna planta en particular. En el tercer dia de la creation Dios creo estas cosas por que son esenciales para el hombre. Son importantes porque nos dan comida, vestido y resguardo. Fuera de estos, las plantas dan tambidn hermosura a nuestro ambienle y los drboles nos proveen una sombra bajo la cual podemos descansar especialmente en los dias de calor. Ellas enriquecen la atmdsfera de oxigeno que es esencial para la vida. Por los beneficios que se derivan de ellas, debemos dar gracias a Dios por su bondad en estas cosas para nuestro provecho y bienestar. AUGUST, 1955 Page 47 TLE’s CAROLIHIAHA We thought we'd never hurdle that punishing dead-mark. We worked our fingers raw on the typewriter keys, ransacked our overworked brain cells for some thing we could use to lose ourselves in print with and, well, here we are. Whipping this rag into shape took us a lot of doing and going and if we've caused a little delay in roll ing this off the press, don't give us the fish-eye — blame it all on our frayed nerves, our strained eyes and our usually empty pockets. Aside from this reportorial ordeal, we have to keep our noses high and clean to survive Prof. Mejia & Co.'s legal brainwashing (cruel word, isn't it?) And more: we have our moderators and adviser to sa laam to. Take Father Cremers for example. He doesn't want this rag to become one sort of a "scandal sheet" like most of the tabloids now flooding our newsstands. We should avoid (he cautioned us) gossiping. In Macbeth's language, "foul whis perings .. ." (Shirley: Ouch!") Moderate-er Pelaez sniped at us staf fers during a convocation......... he wants us to throw iced water on this business so that we could “stick" to our Corpus Juris Secun dum like Della Street to Perry Ma son. So this is the thing that kept him from relegating part of the The Editorial Staff V. Ranudo, J r. B. Quitorio Ledinila Amigable Rex Ma. Grupo Erasmus Diola T.. L. L. ECHIVARRE Editor-In-Chief ASSOCIATE EDITORS: A. Cabailo SENIOR ASSOCIATES: A. Sitoy Ignacio Salgado, J r. CIRCULATION MANAGER Jose P. de la Riarte EDITORIAL ASSISTANTS: D. Pana Ofelia Torrejos Mariano Vale W. Filomeno ADVISER: Atty. C. Faigao MODERATORS: Atty. F. Pelaez Reverend Father W. Cremers, S.V.D. Law Review scissors-work to some wise eggs in the C. L! If this is not, then we're bound to take his snipings as mere claptraps. Is that deer? Then there's Adviser Faigao. We have to be careful not to split our infinitives or dangle them sen tences. And we can't hide our know-nothings behind sham neo realism, surrealism or even in nur sery rhymes and limericks. ... he can protrude his nostrils that far. Here's one for the writer's road The day before the deadline, this office was deluged with contribu tions ranging from formal to infor mal essays — plus of course, the poems. There were a lot of non sense in the informal essays, sad were we to note. The formal ones (most of them) were couched heavily in high-flown, starchy double-talk. Reading them not only made our ulcers howl in protest but also dragged us to the uncomfort able conclusion that there's some thing awfully wrong with our me thods of teaching — or learning — good, honest English. And the love poems! They literally dripped with emotion — as if the authors had dipped their pens in a bowl of tears instead of letting them drink in the usual blu-black bottle. It isn't that G. Sison Samuel Fabroz F. Verallo, Jr. Shirley Evangelista Rosseau Escober T. L. Echlvarre we loathe love songs — on the con trary. But it's just that we want them right, rare and rosy. Writers, struggling or otherwise, seem to toy with the notion that one can't write or turn out a pala table piece of prose or poetry un less he's "in the mood" of doing so. This is pure superstition. There's no such thing as "writing when one feels like it." W. Somerset Maugham himself asserts that: If he (the writer) waits till he is in the mood, till he has the inspiration as he says, he waits indefinitely and ends by producing little or nothing. A good writer creates or builds up his own mood. He doesn't wait, hope or pray for a bolt of inspiration to tap him on the head or feed his pen with "li terary gems." Experience teaches that one who wants to write well finds of invaluable help the habit of plcmning about his article or story before actually settling down on a typewriter. He must make a mental blueprint of the things he wants to write about — takes note of inci dents he'd like to incorporate in his "brain child" and the moment he gets home.... Dramatis Personae Very Reverend Father Rector is easily the most talked-about per sonality in San Carlos U these days. Ledy Amigable, our Literary Ed, introduces us to USC's Newest Friend who promised to give good ole Charley the "best of what he has." From the Faculty Jottings, Mrs. Gil appraises him as a "truly likeable man." Well, take our word for it: he's great. (Continued on page 41) Page 48 THE CAROLINIAN THE THINGS OF CAESAR Recently, the religious minority found occasion to squeak their lungs out in protest to a department order issued by the Secretary of Education, Gregorio Hernandez. The directive was entitled: "More Effective Implementation of Optional Religious Instruction." This pur ported to give full effectivity of the optional religious instruction clause as embodied in our Constitution. (Section 5, Article XIV) What made them raise hell was this: They feared that "while the directive did not favor any particular sect in principle, it would favor the Church in practice .... anything that tends to bring state and church together, directly or indirectly, could work only to the advantage of the Catholic Church." Fanning the flames of the protestants' outcry, a Philippines Free Press columnist took a side dig at the Roman Catholic Church through his personal "evaluations" on the directive. His main observations dovetailed in two points: (1) that the Church is "forever committed to oppose the democratic principle of separation of church and state; and (2) that She is "likewise eter nally opposed to the democratic concept that the state has the prior right to control education of children." It is an undisputed fact that Catholics compose the majority of this country's populace. As of 1948, they comprised eighty-one per cent of the over-all number of inhabitants. There ore about eighty non-Catholic denominations scattered all over the islands. Most of these denomi nations belong to the Protestant group. The drafters of the Philippine Constitution were, predominantly, Catholics. They could have easily made Catholicism the official religion of the state, as in Argentina. But they did not. They thought it best. . . or fair ... for all concerned, to legislate the Church (though not com pletely) out from State affairs. They elected to "render to Caesar the things that are Caesar's." But this separation should not, however, be construed to indicate a complete indifference or a hostile attitude of one towards the other. It means distinction, and not disruption. There should be less of enmity and more of amity. In divorcing the State from the Church, the Cath olic drafters, though personally opposed to such principle, nevertheless sanctioned the severance. They were just being democratic. Now, why should the religious minority protest to the dir ective — or, indirectly, to the constitutional provision by which the directive stemmed from? What are they trying to prove? Clearly, they are just trying to push their luck too far. The drafters of the Constitution were charitable to have given the religious minority an inch . . . now they clamor for a mile! The state has no prior right to control the education of the children. Section 4 of the Declaration of Principles clearly states that: "The natural right and duty of parents (bold types ours) in the rearing of the youth for civic efficiency should receive the aid and support of the Gov ernment." The meaning is clear. The education of the children is the primary concern of the parents and not of the State. What, then, is the duty and corresponding right of the State? It is merely secondary and negative. To encroach upon the parents' rights would dangerously open the eyes of the youth to atheism or nihilism. 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