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Title: The Carolinian
Issue Date: Volume XVI (Issue No. 6) Summer 1953
Year: 1953
Language: English
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extracted text: 19SS-S4 Opens On June 15,1953 (As per Memorandum No. 1, s, 1953) THE Uniuersito of Son Carlos Cebu City Operates all Courses on the Sentestr al Masis. Please direct your requests and inquiries to the Registrar or Secretary General. Published by the students of the University of San Carlos Cebu City, Philippines ScOHtHVl * 1953 EMILIO B. ALLER, editor; VICENTE N. LIM. associate; WILLIAM GEORGE BOWLER, literary; DELIA SAGUIN. society; BUDDY QUITORIO & ANNIE RATCLIFFE and IGNACIO SALGADO. Jr., news; ARISTON P. AWITAN. Jr.. feature; ALBERTO C. MORALES, alumni and exchange; TOMAS ECHIVARRE. sports; CELEDONIO BARRAMEDA. Jr.. military; ADOLFO CABAILO and DESIDERIO ANDO, art; RUPERTO CASAS. photographer; JOSE P. DE L’A RIARTE. reporter; NAPOLEON G. RAMA, con tributing. C. FAIGAO, Adviser FULVIO C. PELAEZ & REV. BERNARD WROCKLAGE, S.V.D. • Sdttonfat • ON A BAMBOO SLATE Editorial ............................................. I Carolinians.................. by Leo Bello 2 She Comes Back a Sovant.................. by Emilio Aller 3 Some-Mor! — Passing Through . . . . by V. N. Lim. 4 The Rescue ... by Marina F. Dino S On do Level . . with Buddy Quitorio 6 Let's Be Honest About It ... . by Dito Bugarin 7 The Roving Eye . . by Bert Morales 8 Everything I Hove is Worse! . by VNL 9 Poetry Page.......................................10 What is Russian Communism? .... by Rev. M. D. Forrest, M.S.C. 11 Manila Calling Cebu . . by Bert Moore 12 The Necessity of Teaching Religion in Public Schools.................. by Eugenio J. Alvarado, Jr. 13 Campuscrats .... by Vic Paras 14 ROTChottcr — by Celedonio Barrameda, Jr. 15 A Carolinian is Ordained Priest — by T. L. Echivorre 16 PICTORIAL SECTION . . 17, 18, 19, 20 Alumni Chimes........................... Edited by Bert Morales 21 From use to Stanford.................... 23 Sports Round-Up — Edited by Tommy Echivorre 25 What do you Think? — Conducted by B. K. Torio 27 USC in tho News......................... 29, 30 Scccion Casteliana..............................35 $*«>' Dr. Fortunato F. Rodil, granted tho degree of Doctor of Philoso phy in Education (benemeritus) by UST, returns to USC. (Story on page 3) Entered as second elate mail matter at tho Poet Office of Cebu City, March to, 1950. Our Greatest Concern When Judge Guillermo Guevara, counsel for the three top Phil ippine educational officials (namely, Putong, Pangilinan, and Trinidad who currently are under fire), ventured a haphazard opinion that the lack of religious instruction in the public schools is not among the causes of crime and immorality, he must not have known it but that he was talking through his hat. To what cause does he ascribe the rampant criminality and gross immorality of our youth and of even some people in our highest public places who are products of our godless educational system? Are not a person’s actuations judged from the kind of education made available to him during his formative and impressionable years ? Where do our country’s children and boys and girls of school age principally imbibe their education? Is it not from our schools that dish out the kind of heretic education which our current educational system fosters and promotes? These are questions we would like answered by those concerned. In answering these, ive surely hope that they do not pervert their sense of values. And whether the answers are satisfactory or not, we still have to reckon with a lamentable fact that stares us on the eye: millions of our young citizens are being made to cram into their mind and spirit a godless education not of their choosing, but forced unto them by irresponsible and seemingly unconcerned elders. And unless something is done to revamp the whole set-up, there ivill be hell to pay in the moral decadence and general criminal ten dencies of a misguided, miseducated people, now and in the future. By LEO BELLO Once a Carolinian, Always . . . It was a pleasant wind which blew a true-blue Caro linian to town straight from his triumphs at the Korean battle fields. Ben came when least expected. The First Cavalry Division, U. S. Army unit to which he now belongs, was on its way back to the United States after seeing action in Korea. But Ben took time in flying south to see the land of his birth, his folks, his friends, and above all,. . . San Carlos, his Alma Mater, while his unit was at rest in Japan awaiting transpor tation for Stateside. He is that debonair Lieut. Benito Wallingsford Alpuerto, ever a Carolinian by heart. Ben was doubly lucky when he came over last month. Atty. Panfilo W. Alpuerto, his brother and one of USC's brandnew lawyers who hurdled the last Bar exams took a wife in the person of the former Miss Yolanda Villamor, a Caroli nian coed by her own right who hails from Carmen, Cebu, and who is a younger sister to Engr. Bienvenido Villamor of the USC Engineering faculty. Lieut. Alpuerto himself acted as one of the sponsors for the veil. (Incidentally, the members of the Gang Internationale, an exclusive clique of wide-awake Lieut. Benito W. Alpuerto, a Carolinian, now an Amer ican citizen, is a go-getter, and how! A Missourian bride awaits him after his recent stint in Korean battle fields with U. S. Army Cavalry Unit. Carolinian coeds and alumni to which the bride belongs was most amply represented in the wedding ceremonies. Miss Lily Borromeo sang the Ave Maria; and to mention the other gang members, there were present the Misses Milagros Sol, Paulina Borromeo, Luisa Jatico, and Josefina Montebon. The last will have her happy event in due time when she becomes Mrs. Bonifacio Corsiga. Miss Sol is an HE coed at USC, Miss P. Borromeo is already a dental surgeon, Miss L. Borromeo is a future Portia, and Miss L. Jatico is a Pharmacist and product of the USC's famous College of Pharmacy.) Lieut. Benito Wallingsford Alpuerto studied at USC during his high school and pre-medicine years before the war, like ourselves, although we only took Pre-Law then and we were ahead of him a couple of years. But that's that, like our selves too, he was adventurous and shiftless then. Ben and us got ourselves enlisted in the Philippine Scouts of the U. S. Army sometime in February of 1941, about ten months before the last World War was declared. Like ourselves, he went through Hell in Bataan, that beleaguered peninsula which won fame and praise and accolade for the fighting spirit of the Filipinos, that resounded all over the world; although at present, the thought-to-be living heroes who are survivors of that glorious struggle have already been forgotten. The Death March, and then escape from that file of death and starva tion, and we saw each other again in Manila in May of 1942, peddling soft-drinks to be able to live. We went to gether to the Camarines Norte and Tayabas boundary road and were employed as Capalaz and Time-keeper, respec tively. But Ben went home to Cebu earlier, leaving ourselves behind. Eventually, though, we met again in December, 1942 at Dumanjug, his birth place, right after we went home to Cebu from Manila. He was a guerrilla officer when we saw him, but he was the same old pal, still musing over his student days at San Carlos whenever he had occasion to do so. Later, we lost contact of each other when with Ben connected with the Cebu Guerrilla, we evacuated Cebu for security reasons only to be practically forced to join the Ne gros Guerrilla, and eventually commissioned Second Lieu tenant ourselves. In 1946, when he reported back to the U. S. Army, after terminating his services with the Philippine Army, we banged against him again. But then, we had already our honorable discharge from the Army of the United States, so that we could not be together long. We joined the U. S.'-Army Transport Service (USATS) while Ben slugged it out with the foottroops. And we heard that Ben was granted his Ame rican Citizenship sometime before Independence was given to the Philippines in July of 1946. He applied for and was given commission with the Army of the United States after passing through rigid examinations. While ourselves, we were not as plucky as the go-getter. Ben and us had to meet sometime afterwards, whether we liked it or not, despite the differences in our respective callings. We bungled into each other again at Okinawa in 1947. We learned that he was stationed there with the 44th Infantry Regiment of the Philippine Scouts. Twas a small world, we thought. From then up to 1948, we used to see each other whenever my ship would dock at Naha Har(Continued on page 28) Page 2 THE CAROLINIAN SoU&L Si&Up She Comes Maek a Savant Emilio B. filler When the Pontifical University of the Philippines (UST) award ed to a spirited, vibrant-looking girl who can easily pass for an undergraduate with her naturally compact vim and vi tality, the degree of Doctor of Philosophy in Education last March 20, 1953, that famed institution was undeniably more than eager to give it to her, because the degree was granted benemerifus. And more, it was reliably bruited about that for the first time, UST has given away that top-rung mark of educational distinction to a girl below her thirties. But in spite of her high achievements, she comes back to teach at San Carlos. Fortunato F. Rodil who was born 29 years ago in Cebu City talks without affection and acts with .simplicity. She has no flare for showing-off her mental worth, as a person in her enviable circumstance could be prone to have. When asked about her feelings now that she is a Doctor of Philo sophy, she declared point-blank: Frankly I don't feel any dif ferent now that I have a Ph.D. degree than when I finished high school. The only change is that I am now more con scious of the weight of my responsibilities. The load is heavier now than ever." Dr. Rodil (Pacing to her intimate friends) belongs to an educationally affluent family of degree-holders and honor getting kinfolks. Her father is a retired Clerk of Court of First Instance. He was chosen as Cebu's, model father of the year 1952. Five other professional sisters, most of whom graduated at USC, grace the Rodil family circle. Amparo finished her BSC summa cum laude at USC, is a Certified Public Accountant, and currently teaches at USC’s College of Commerce. Con cepcion got her BSE summa cum laude and was awarded her MA last March at USC. While Carmen took her AB summa cum laude and BSE magna cum laude both at USC. Rosario took her BSC magna cum laude also at USC, and passed the CPA Board exams given last February. A friend reading the list above, astounded, exclaimed spontaneously: "What a family!" We had the same reaction when apprised for the first time. USC is justly proud of Dr. Rodil. She is a model of diligence and efficiency, not to mention that she has talent inherent. She has acquired the signal honor of being the first Carolinian to ever attain the degree of Doctor of Philo sophy in Education. And yet there are three institutions of learning who may equally claim the honor of having nur tured her into the lady of achievement she has become. She finished her High School at the Colegio de la Inmaculada Concepcion of Cebu City as head of her class. In 1940, she enrolled for the first time at the College of Education of the then Colegio de San Carlos. She finished BSE. at the Univ ersity of San Carlos summa cum laude. She took her MA at UST and graduated benemerifus. Finally, last March, she garnered the latest of her laurels, that of Ph.D. in Education, benemerifus at UST. Of the lighter side of her, we have this to say: She plays the piano; swims like a fish; smiles all the time to everybody; laughs freely; prefers the fragrance of "Desert Flower"; loves distant music, shaded lights, scent of roses, abiding friendships, pastel colors, pretty frocks, high heels, well-turned phrases, coke and lazy afternoons; has a deep (Continued on putje SUMMER, 1953 Page 3 ^?^4 Vicente N. Lim You know, Alex— Every term, especially the summer term, they come in. New students, fresh young females right out of high school or another school, they come hip-swinging and bright eyed, making male temperatures climb and soar (as if the heat wasn't enough). As always, the secretarial department gets an office executive's share of these delightful eyefuls. Why so many dames want to become secretaries—I wouldn't know. Give a gal a faceiul and a disturbing frame. .. and she wants to take dictation! Not to be outglamourized, the Lib. Arts attracts its batch of pulchritude, all pros pective lady lawyers, women doctors or female generals (meaning those in the General Course). The college of Pharm, too, always gives the college of Commerce the bum's rush when it comes to looks. It's a sorry world when most lookers decide to want to become secretaries, face-sicians, lie-yers or pharmacists' apprentices. Of course there are some prize winners in H.E. and Education, and even in Architecture and Engineering (gal-amour couldn't have been the cause of slight scandal in the city engineer's office—could it!). Too bad they don't have girls in the ROTC ranks. Panic! Oh yeah, speaking of the ROTC... the two-month sentence most 2nd year Basic grads drew can't be narrowed with time off for good behaviour! Could be we need so many second louies, eh Alex. Say, did you ever hear of this stale gag: during an exam the prof told his lady students, "The girls will please see that their slips are showing, meaning of course their admission slips! Yak yak. Or the unmitigated classroom boners on history which said that "Apolinario Mabini was an outlandish figure of the Filipino Revolution. . . Jose Rizal was of humble accent.. ." Alex, we'll be glad when the summer term is over; as a matter of cold fact, well be glad when summer is over. The heat has made most of us bakeheaded and half there. Didja notice how many felonious delinquencies and petty crimes pop up in the front pages of local tabloids? The heat has got some wires crossed! And, before you get loose in the bean and go balmy, nerts, screwy or pfft (gone...), let's drag the curtain down on this boff. Ho hum. . . who else but, hErblE ................. • by VNLIM • Everytime a new crop of Bar grad uates get ready to hand their shingles, some people make snide remarks about the growing number of lawyers, etc. Others go so far as to invent remark able cracks like attorneys brewing trouble deliberately to insure work, more etc. Humph. There’s only one thing about - it: There is nothing certain about law suits except the expense of it (said the judge who heard the case of Carlton v. Rockport Ice Co., 78 Me. 49, 2 All. Rep. 676 ... by the way, can you decipher that legal doubletalk?). • It’ll probably turn out to be a cold pitch, but the staff is on edge now about recent hot kicks regarding CAROLINIAN staffers' breaks. At last the moderator is going to bat for us... talk has it that he’ll try to wangle some privileges supposedly coming to us... like free fees, mebbe?... our fingers are not only crossed, crisscrossed, double-crossed and intertwined, they're practically welded — Sir!! • In this pulp magazine I borrowed the other day, it says that ' a cannibal is a friendly savage who shows his hospitality by constantly having people for dinner.” Probably with pickled heads, stewed arms and fried legs on the menu! We, really wonder if there was a time in some jungles when white missionaries were such delicacies for G-stringed gourmets. THROUGH • What with the interval before classes and people tramping off to vacation farms and homesteads, one had the rare opportunity of loafing in some rural "paradise” where the air and food is good but the beds are no better than Fuente Osmena’s park benches. Also, a horse-opera thrill of bareback horse riding which makes one wonder how anything filled with grass could be so hard. Bareback or saddled, and even in a rig (over a rocky, rut-marked dirt road), a nag can bounce you up and down, sideways, front- and backward in such a manner that were it done on a dance floor to a toe-tapping mambo, beat, why, you’d be a sensation! Page 4 THE CAROLINIAN Stony The rescue by Marina F. Dino USA looked at her time piece. She was thirty minutes late. She hurried with her footsteps and gripped her umbrella tighter. She did not bring any books this morning. She thought the moment she arrived, she would lose no time making her lesson plan. Mr. Vasquez, the supervisor, might come for a surprise visit. She had been late many times before. That was one thing nice about her job. Being the only teacher in the barrio handling the first two sections, she could come and go as she pleased. No one in the barrio would report her. They were very good to her. She remembered the first time she had been there, her first look of the barrio. She hated Tabis on sight — barren, lonely,' so utterly lonely she could hear the crickets in mid-afternoon, and only a few houses were here and there. There were no movies, no friends, and when she wanted to read her fa vorite magazines — Love Comics and True Life Romances — it was agony in the flickering light of one candle. The people all but idolized her. Since she came, their concern had always been for her. Everyday there was something for teacher — bananas, bibingka, jackfruit, macopas. Sometimes one pupil would bring her two or three eggs, an other, a hen. When she had a headache, one of the parents would bring her some hot coffee or a steaming bowl of hot soup. Every one, old or young, knew her and called her simply, "Ma'm." But Elisa hated the people as much as she hated her work! She was filled with nausea if they came to her with mud in their feet, foul smelling from their work, and smeared with chewed tobacco. She did not like their rowdy manners, raucous voices, harsh laughter. She even hated the children. They were as dirty as their parents, and as ignorant. They could not distinguish a radio from a piano. Each day was endless misery for her — teaching them to read the alphabet, showing them to scribble their names on paper. When she took her practice teaching, the children were not as restless and dull as these. After she graduated from college, she thought she could teach in the Surigao Central Ele mentary School. Her qualifications were high. But there were many applicants, and when at last notice came for her to teach, she was assigned in the barrio. It was revolting! The place, the people, the children, and this — this walk every morning to school — across swamps, in open corn fields, across the Magcasa river. She heard the rapids of the water now and closed her umbrella putting it under her arm. She raised the end of her skirt and waded. Ugh! The water was particularly cold and very swift. Instinctively she looked up at the sky. It was going to rain. When she neared the school house, no one was about. The child ren must have gone home, thinking she was not coming. The moment she was at the doorway, however, a loud chorus of "Good morning, Miss Piamonte" greeted her. The children were all clustering around Ingco Doro, father of one of the boys. He was explaining some thing in a book to them. "I told them to wait a while for you," Doro said by way of greet ing, "I was afraid they might stray far so I told them to sit quietly on their seats." Elisa barely nodded. She did not smile. She only looked at the mess inside the room and her eyes told the children, "You all deserve something for this." She went to the table and began to write on her lesson plan. Ingco Doro merely smiled his good hu mour to the children and went out the door catching Miss Piamonte's words through the window, "If you don't want to be whipped, don't make any noise. I don't want to (Continued on page 32) SUMMER, 1953 Page summer... being what it is... stuffy, prickly hot, dusty and op pressive. .. would be nice time to dogtrot for some cool, shady nook and forget about wicked clerks, nasty professors and yawping quizzers. but if we were to indulge in that sort of affair, the Carolinian would wind up at the losing end of a summer remnant sale and trouble is it would be a monstrous letdown for some people who get a wallop reading what our writers have stashed away in their cranial pre cincts. Actually, this here explana tion is a very lame excuse for mo seying around USC's premises instead of going home and showing the old folks how to pour soda into a glass of rum or teaching them the latest slant on belly gyrations, to be kind, modern dancers. All we have to do is to give three easy lessons to the home folks and they will feel glad we didn't squander their money on books and test tubes (awrrkk!)... well... we are turning that over in our minds, that is, the idea ol skittering homeward, until the re cord clerk—that discrepit harbinger of doom — took the wrappers off our funeral tickets. Believe you us, we jettisoned all and sundry thoughts of going home. At least, we expected the underling to tell us about the weather or something before giving the flunkers' list. Or talk about Marilyn Monroe straddled in a Bikini creation. But that's that. And it ain't any fun at all. We aren't showing our craggy mugs to Papa and help us Hannah, we don't aim to wag our report cards! everything told, we need not ex tenuate this blarney by moaning over lost week-ends and girl Fri days. Suffice it may be that we didn't go home for reasons real good. Frankly we have a hunch that our doting parents will be downright anti-doting on our allow ances, to make no mention of the hot reception awaiting us on arri val. There will be direct and cross (no doubt about the CROSS) ex aminations on how far things went with that dame or why it took a coon's age for us to tell them that we sunk in Roman Law I and II. And then there is that old warning that unless we get brutally serious in our studies we will be yanked out of school in less time than it takes to holler "Camilo Osias!” And the neighbors will warn their [buddy quitcrid] daughters not to cotton with buck toothed, overgrown morons like us. Waal, if it ain't bad enough, an MVD chopper isn't so hot after all! as we go to press, the Recto-Castelo tiff is still keyed up to something of a delirium tremens pitch. With a sleazy deadline no better off, we ought to have a bally lot to bally hoo. But it seems that the metro politan newspapers have stuck their paws on the cream. Besides, we pledged to handle politics at twoarms length. That still leaves us clawing away at our noggins on what the heck to bluster on. wimmin. . . . aside from dressing, talking, feeling and acting like men, also want to smell like breweries. And they go to Church oftener! Now really, that's the darnedest yet in feminine downgoing. We can forgive them if they want to wear the pants in the family but we will never condone a hellcat who goes for bellywash.. That's what. Wim min should not thirst for wine. rumors are wheezing thick and fast that the summer conference of the College Editors Guild will be staged in this southern dust-phalt jungle. Mighty big honor on the face of it. Cebu, the eternal sucker for con ferences, conventions, parleys, pow wows ad infinitum, will once again dust off her motherly arms to wel come a bunch of up-and-coming journalism tyros. All because of the much-vaunted brand of Cebu hospitality. We figure the local chapter of the CEG will plunge into a tizzy — perhaps a welcoming committee of rig drivers will be on hand and an out-of-town band will blare with the welcoming riot. Then the delegates will be entrusted to the custody of carbon-market-eatery owners. the conference will be held in different schools and always, after the huddle, a generous helping of dugo-dugo will come to the fore. It's a good guess the visitors will grimace unashamedly and might snivel on each other's shoulders in tearful protest against such a slur on journalistic diplomacy. Mean while, the local pen-hawks will go out of their way to make certain nobody misses a glass of dipsydoodle between speeches. With everybody imagining handwheels in their breadbasket, that is to say drunk, we dare to conjecture there will be an election. Sort of revamp or reshuffle. Then there will be protests, mass defections and bed lam. Disgruntled elements will come up with their version of an Osias or Christine Jorgensen or what's your kick. Let's see... we Cebu guilders are down and out financially, among others. The visitors should not expect so much as the shadow of a luncheon chalked up on our piggy banks. Mama's going to get mad but hard. That’s why we are getting sweet on the Lions and Jaycees and others. If it doesn't click, we're sunk! NGR. that suave lawyer-editor, was visibly disturbed by the burden of playing host to the delegates. He commented wryly: "If they can't afford to come, why not forget the conference?" yeah, why not? of common knowledge is the bitter and long-drawn-out rivalry among schools in this city — a rivalry, by the way, which breeds hatred and enmity. Many an otherwise auspi cious interscholastic activity quickly takes a header because each school wants to be first fiddle in every thing. This desire is quite under standable. There is joy or some thing in being first. What is being (Continued on page 31) Page 6 THE CAROLINIAN tyirst Trize ^Winning Oration in the c/lnnual Lex Qircle Oratorical (Contest held last eTrtarch, 1953 /NEED not tell you how bad things have been going on in this country. I am a Filipino; you are Filipinos. And this fact makes my task of conveying a message to you very much easier. We are peace-loving people. We hate wars and all the destruction and carnage that follow in its wake. We love our country tiny as it is and all its scattered islands lying in the vast Pacific like pieces of broken glass on the map of the world. We love it not only because its fertile valleys give us corn and rice; its seas give us fish; its sylvan forests homes to protect us against the tropic sun and the cold heavy rains, but also because we believe it gives us all the opportunities of life, liberty, and the pursuit of hap piness. All of us are cognizant of the ever-widening chasm that divides the rich from the poor, the powerful from the weak, the fortunate from the miserable. The enemies of our country are only biding time for the opportune moment to strike. To widen more and more that chasm, our country's enemies go to the rich and tell them not to better the conditions of the poor because the poor are many and to improve their lot would be giving them much power. They would become a LET'S BE HONEST by S)ito agar in * ABOUT IT grave threat to the rich. Instead of reminding them to love the poor they incite them to hatred. Then these same saboteurs of our Re public go to the common man and exaggerate to him how the rich are exploiting him, depriving him indirectly of his God-given rights which the rich too are fighting tooth and nail to enjoy. And deep down in the hearts of these two extreme classes are altars burning with the incense of hate against each other, fanned by communist propaganda, abetted by agents of a foreign power they will come into the arena when both classes lie prostrate, bleeding, helpless, dying. .. Ladies and Gentlemen: There you have the picture of the problems besetting our country today. What shall we do about it? It is not enough that we have made a diagnosis of the malady. We must propose a remedy if we hope to become strong and happy once more. But our Democracies have bun gled time and again. Communism on the other hand has been spread ing out fast and has been putting ★ DITO BUGARIN Is of the Freshman class of the College of Law, and will be a the democracies in the defensive. Does our weakness lie in our in stitutions and systems? Some say, let the Minimum Wage Law ope rate and workers will no longer be discontented; others say, reform the Presidential Government into a parliamentary type and public of ficials will no longer be powerful without any direct and defined re sponsibility; still others say, con serve our dollars by cutting down our imports and then our country will no longer be threatened by economic collapse. In each and every instance the remedy is on something outside the Filipino... his wealth, his government, his economy. Never once is the Fi lipino blamed for his country's dis order and never once does the re medy apply to him. This outlook depicts today's tendency of making man fit institutions and systems in stead of institutions and system fit man. Instead of making the pants fit the body, modern critics make the body fit the pants, which is only another way of saying that insti tutions, governments, and systems must survive even at the cost of man's life, liberty and happiness. We believe that the right place to start a general reform is here. . . the Filipino heart, the Filipino per sonality. We believe that the blame (Continued on par/c dJ) The Author president without half-trying and won the Lex Circle 1953 Oratorical contest with Candidate Magsaysay as Guest of Honor. —EDITOR SUMMER, 1953 Page 7 I i OR sticking our necks out re-religious mJ__ struction, we got a lusty kick in the pants from a UP miss who, in no uncertain terms, told us we deliberately misrepresented facts about Fr. Delaney's work at Diliman. All we said was the good Father is doing all right, only it doesn't end there. The point we wanted to drive home is the need of a thoroughly Christian education in private as well as in public schools. It is common knowledge there is an apparent lack of this in State U. Why she should be riled up over that is beyond us. Well, this is a free country and she is just as much entitled to her own opinion as we are. Enough is enough. Suffice it is to say that somebody reads us after all. And we're flattered. Let us behave, the FEATI TECH NEWS ed asks of his readers. In the presentation of candidates of a popularity contest sponsored by the school, there were wolf calls, whistles and even indecent exclamations. Some distorted minds would give excuse that these were all expressions of appre ciation of beauty. These were outward manifesta tions of undisciplined minds. If it should soothe the writer's conscience, we would like to state here that letting out wolf calls for a beautiful face or figure is a disease plaguing even the so-called higher echelons of society. Blame GI Joe for it. Although, as a nation of imitators of anything American, we should blame ourselves more. Like the common run of apers, we bungle the model through exaggeration. Essaying on hypocrisy, E. T. COCSON in the AGUSTINIAN MIRROR (Universidad de San Agus tin, Iloilo City) avers there are myriad types of hypocrites you would wish you did not know arithmetic at all. Day in, day out, you see them pretending to be unpretending in their parade of pretensions. There is the nobody who pretends to be somebody, a nothing who vainly attempts to be something. Then there are those who see themselves as the never-dying glories on the pedes tals of society... when they, in reality, are in bor rowed plumes. Indeed, there are all sorts of hypocrites it would be futile to type them adequately. 'But the worst of the lot is the society climber. In putting up a front, he sacrifices his self-respect for the oppor tunity of hobnobbing with the "400". The moment one loses his regard for himself, he's gone to the dogs. More exhortations. Let us be chaste, appeals P. L. Ronquillo of the PURISINIAN (Colegio de la Purisima Concepcion, Roxas City). It is deplor able that unbecoming and immodest conversation is very common in our country today. He who can relate the most shameless anecdote or make the coarsest witticism and lewdest play upon words is considered the best entertainer. These are not empty words. Read them once more, sleep on them, and then find out whether you count among those referred to by the author. If you are, it's never too late to change your moral perspective. Scandalous stories may make you the life of the party but where does that honestly get you? Yes, your listeners will enjoy every minute of it, but at whose expense? YOURS. Whoever scribbles Sour Notes in the BEDAN (SBC) certainly puts murder in his lines in de nouncing MIT's V. Nacario.. If you then insist on writing lies, Mr. Nacario — keep in mind that you never can reach nor lower RSG's stature (referring to Raul S. Gonzalez, a BEDAN columnist) — for lies and lice can always be exterminated by truth and soap, and you sure have a long bath to take before a mosquito would even dare perch on your skin. The inside story of the BEDAN-BUILDER battle of words is only partially known to us. It would be sheer folly, therefore, on our part to take sides. Besides, who wants to be at the receiving end of barbed, slimy backtalk? The pen has been, is being, and will be abused. That it should be used, however, as a tool of assuaging the hurt pride of a sensitive few is abuse with a capital A, parti cularly in a college paper. When a person acts to protect a right which is guaranteed him by the law he acts properly. When an association, institution, or group of per sons does the same, they are acting within the bounds of propriety. . . When the Church acts to uphold this lawful right (right to teach religion), it is acting in the same way that any other society would if placed in similar- danger. This is the LETRAN NEWS' refutation of the recent blasts of religious bigotry, fanaticism hurled at the Catholics in connection with the religious controversy currently raging. Some extremists (Continued on page 28) Page 8 THE CAROLINIAN THE TROUBLE began, as trouble often begins instead of ending, with a romance. It was when an introvertive sopho more like me fell for a stunning vision like Helen. Alright, alright, so she's not a vision — she’s a girl! To be more precise, it really started one warm day when I walked into Sociology 1 and saw her sitting there — a pint-sized but effective little Helen of Troy (nominal coin cidence, eh?), quietly sitting there like a stray lamb. We were all waiting for the teacher, a Miss Ro berta O. Dil, and most of the stu dents were watching the door for her. Not I, of course. I was watch ing Helen, delighted at the luck for being in the same class with her. She was apparently thinking of something because the pink tip of her tongue peeked out the side of her small well-formed mouth. Well, needless to say, I was right then and there thoroughly con quered, smitten and aroused like you-know-who at the sight of the windmills. At first I thought it was the humidity. But then the symp toms were unmistakable: the first startled notice of a pretty girl, then the frequent uncontrolled glances at her, then the perturbed thoughts and unanswered questions as to her identity and address, and, real izing that it would be a hopeless fight to resist thinking of her, the drafting, therefore, of calculated plans to make an acquaintance, execute an approach, strike up a friendship, etc. etc. Then the teacher arrived. Miss R. O. Dil, Sociology instructress, was the type who didn't waste time dilly-dallying with unnecessary pre liminaries. At once she launched into an exhausting lecture. Now the gears in my brain started turn ing, grinding out ideas which went through a series of examinations, cross-examinations and counter-ex aminations as to their feasibility. Of course 1 couldn't decide. I only sat there looking at Helen while she scribbled Miss Dil's lecture, the tip of her tongue still a pink blob at the side of her little mouth. I could have "borrowed" some paper from her for the lecture (like we used to do in night high school — and besides, I really had NO pa per!). Then I thought, maybe I could ask her to lend me her notes the moment we went out when class was over (another standard operat ing procedure typical of the bash ful, high school variety of prospec tive wooers). No soap. Helen strode out lithely when the bell clanged, and I couldn't even follow her. Helen standing up was even more destructive than Helen sitting down! After a few more seconds of seeing Helen at the next meeting, I was frantic! My mind was already swirling with thoughts of her, my appetite had begun to be affected, I was beginning to actually know how an insomniac feels... and, to the extreme dissatisfaction of Miss R. O. Dil, I began to forget answer ing my name at roll call. I thought, another week of this run-around and I'll be talking to myself on the street! Unless I can do something about it... like, perhaps, sitting next to her, or behind her but not, for the love of Mike, in front of her. And so the maneuver started. It still didn't pan out. How the heck can you establish a beach-head when there's no beach? Every chair sur rounding my dream dame was oc cupied. It was a cold pitch. I thought I'd have a break at last when I'd made myself a bit notorious by having to be called constantly to sit in front by the prof. Surely, I marvelled, she'd notice me now! And so everytime I wanted to be publicized, why, I'd merely make a racket from my seat at the rear and, sure enough. Miss R. O. Dil's commanding voice would demand that I sit up front. What a goon, her eyes said instead. Oh well, there are other chest nuts (or was it irons?) in the fire, I thought. But unless something hot comes up — there won't even be a fire anymore! All my madcap schemes, crack-brained and preca rious, fizzled off like a stale glass of soda. The ferment was bottled for a time, and now it was getting to be aged, or bonded, as they say in the distillery business. Oh Helen, I groaned, after I nearly flunked my mid-term exams for you! The real break —■ I imagined - - came when the prof announced one day that there would be a weekend excursion. Why, she even made me a sort of class treasurer (it was then that I knew why bill collectors die young). Well, the anguish of the job of chasing after stubborn ex cursionists and broke classmates was transcended by the prospect of being able to talk with Helen finally. 1 had decided to make a heroic last try. This time the plans were more carefully laid, from the opening remarks (which would open our acquaintance) down to the (Continued on page .!■)) SUMMER, 1953 Page 9 /<? TWO SONNETS By Eugenio J. Alvarado, Jr. Graduate School i A Prodigal’s Prayer I've trodden on the pathways dark, Oh, Lord! Thy way is bright, but I was lost, lor 1, Against Thy law, have sinned, against the word You gave to Prophet Moses on Mount Sinai. Though I was lost and knew not where to go, I still proceeded on that darkest way; To grope my way back was a thing to do, So easy, yet 1 found mysell astray. Now I am at the end of life's dark road. Ah, what a dreadful spectre I foresee: The fires of hell in utter wildest mood, Out of their abyss leaping lar for me! So, Lord, reach out Thy Wounded Hands for one— A prodigal, a sinful, worthless son! Upon Learning about the Death of my Friend, C.L.R. She, dead? Who told me she is lying still Beneath the earth; beneath her cold, cold grave? Shall 1 not once more hear her voice, or will 1 never see the leatures I did crave To see in her each time we met: her eyes, Which sparkled like twin pools of beauty; her hair, | As numberless as the stars up in the skies; Her lovely visage, looking smooth and fair? Who told me she is dead? Come, tell not me That she is so; It would be mighty vain And futile an attempt on me to be I Convinced; for I would give the reason sane: Though she had but to Death one life to give, Forever in my memories she'll live! I by Nellie Patalinghug Dear Lord I love You! So were the nights long, sleepless, and drear; So was there no music for me in the air; So was everyday's glad not of cheer faded ... because I love You! No light save that which my heart was burning; No tears save those for You I've been shedding; No hopes for joy save that which in You I've been keeping confident. .. because I love You! Dear Lord, because 1 love You Your home — my home; its bells — my bells; Your cross—my cross; and its joys—my life's joys in this home because Dear Lord, I love You! Page 10 THE CAROLINIAN by Rev. M. D. Forrest, M.S.C. 9tUiallme*d CANDID ADMISSION // "S EFORE the House Investigat1/ J ing Committee, in 1930, William Z. Foster, twice the candidate of the Communist party for President of the U.S.A., gave the following testimony. I take only those answers which refer to the present matter. The testimony has been officially recorded and is also given by Mr. Hamilton Fish, who was chairman of the Committee, in his book, The Challenge of World Communism (pp. 157-159). Chairman: Can you tell us more definitely if the principles of the Communist party, as advocated in this country or anywhere else, are the same? Mr. Foster: Yes. Chairman: Do the Communists in this country advocate world re volution? Mr. Foster: Yes, the Communists in this country realize that America is connected up with the whole world system, and the capitalist system displays the same charac teristics everywhere — it makes for the misery and exploitation of the workers — and it must be abolished, not only on an American scale but on a world scale. (Writer's note: It would be in teresting to know exactly, or, rather, to get Communists to tell us exactly what they mean by the "capitalist system." Why, for them any land owner, shop-keeper, or banker is a capitalist, as Mr. Bebrits, a Com munist editor, admitted in his testi mony. And Foster should well know that, if there is one system that most signally “makes for the misery and exploitation of the workers" and re duces them to the condition of helpless slaves, that system is as suredly the putrid system that pre vails in the U.S.S.R.) Chairman: They (the Commu nists) are opposed to our republican form of government? Mr. Foster: Most assuredly. Chairman: That is, what you ad vocate is a change of our republi can form of government and the substituting of the Soviet form of government? Mr. Foster: I have stated that a number of times. Chairman: Now, if I understand you, the workers in this country look upon the Soviet Union as their country; is that right? Mr. Foster: The more advanced workers do. Chairman: Look upon the Soviet Union as their country? Mr. Foster: Yes. (Writer's note: Why not ship them off to “their country" and let them get a taste of the appalling tyranny and slavery that prevails there? In three months they would be begging Uncle Sam to bring them back to the land of the free!) Chairman: They look upon the Soviet flag as their flag? Mr. Foster: The workers of this country and the workers of every country have only one flag and that is the Red flag. That is the flag of the proletarian revolution; it was also, incidentally, the flag of the American Revolution in its earlier stages. The Red flag has been the flag of revolution for many years before the Russian revolution. (Writer's note: Mr. Foster should revise his notion about flags. There was a variety of flags in America prior to the Revolution; the evolu tion of the present U.S.A, flag is a very interesting study. New Eng land had a red flag with a white square in the left top corner while it was peacefully living in union with Old England. Whatever signi ficance can be attached to the few red flags — I know of none which was completely red-adopted in cer tain territories, certainly nothing approaching the abominable mean ing of the Soviet flag was signified by any of them. And to imply any identity or even true analogy of signification between any one of them and the Red flag to which Foster professes allegiance is about as sensible as to state that priests who hold their hands outstretched in an ordination are giving the Fas cist or Nazi salute!) Chairman: Well, the workers of this country consider, then, the So viet government to be their country. Do they also consider the Red flag to be their flag? Mr. Foster: I have answered quite clearly. Chairman: Do you owe alle giance to the American flag? Does the Communist party own allegiance to the American flag? Mr. Foster: The workers, the re volutionary workers, in all the ca pitalist countries are an oppressed class who are held in subjection by their respective capitalist govern ments is the abolition of these go vernments and the establishment of Soviet governments. Chairman: (after proposing three more questions): I do not want to (Continued on page 2i) SUMMER, 1953 Page 11 Manila Calling Cebu EST1NATION Manila — that seems to be the by-word nowadays of Carolinians, mentors, alumni, and students alike. Manila is literally crawling with familiar USC faces who are daily passing through the World Fair gates into a world of the best in Philippine arts and culture. Not to mention the various impressive booths and pavilions filled with the most exquisite exhibits to be viewed for the first and last time. And, of course, no one would pass up the chance of ogling at lovely, gazelle-looking Armi Kuusela, now b.h. of V. Hilario (the lucky stiff!) and beating time to Cugat's South American five. Or, hear-the world's most famous talking bird, John Tio, give out an imitation of the Groaner or Jimmy Durante. For thrill-seeking goers, the Amusement Zone with all its fancy rides and sideshows fur nishes the answer. World Fair Crowd-drawers: Fran cisco's large murals depicting milestones in Philippine history.. . the Lagoon of Nations and its under water searchlight.... Gateway to the East, Fair motif, with its Eter nal Flame. . . the huge lighted bell housing the U.S. booth... the Ca tholic Church Pavilion, exhibiting among other things Jose Alcoseba's painting tracing USC's history and, also copies of the Carolinian and Semper Fidelis. . . the Japanese geishas. . . mat-woven portraits of MacArthur and Queen Elizabeth II (Leyte's air-conditioned booth). . . flying lemur (Bohol booth). . . giant eagle (Davao booth).. . trick faucets and a miniature of the Balara fil ters (MWD)... On board the Don Victoriano, we spotted four damsels exchang ing pleasantries. They turned out to be LOURDING GANDIONCO, MENG NAJARRO, PACING NOEL, and PRAX SAL1GUMBA, off on a sight-seeing spree. Last time we heard from them, they were headed for Baguio on a Benguet Auto Lines bus. Manila-bound also to be offi cially admitted to the Bar were Attys. REST1TUTO and SOLOMON MACOY. Sipping a coke by the ship's drinks counter was JOE AZCARRAGA, Jr., taking it easy before he tackles the bar exams come August. Going to the upper deck. we came across EUGENIE LIM, FELICIDAD CAYONGCONG, and CONCEPCION PAULIN. No exams for us, they say. Strictly on a plea sure jaunt. Docking at the North Harbor, three smiling fellas waved to us — EDDIE GANDIONCO, STEVE PO LANCOS, and FERNING MORALES. The exposition and fair would have bit a big slump if PENTONG CASAS forgot to bring his taker along with him.. But luckily he pass ed up nary a chance to take pixes of the booths and the people, swarming around the fair ground. (In this case people means girls). Also back from Manila are TOMMY ECHIVARRE, JOE de la RIARTE and BUDDY QUITORIO who confess they had • a very harrowing ex perience in Manila's swank night spots. Big boss LEO BELLO went on a jaunt to Baguio with his threefourths. So this is the Big City! My, but people here are always hurrying and scurrying. Where is everybody going anyway? And the cars, buses, and jeepneys. They surely travel fast up here. Manila Craze: 3-D movies plus Polaroid glasses — not only height and width but also depth on the screen. . . Yabut's gibberish chatter over DZBB, mercilessly lampooning the Apo's administration. . . Porto Rican mambo perfectly timed to the music of Polytechnico Mambo. . . ballads on everybody's lips. How Long and Pretend. . . 7-Up and Wa Nam's spring chicken. Elbowing our way through the Escolta, we bumped into Mrs. AVELINA GIL doing some real shop ping. Us? Just window shopping. Waiting for the green light at the next corner was another instructor. Arch. PAULO BELTRAN. And guess who was wolfing around in such a busy section? ATTY. N. G. RAMA. With all the rush going on about • by ^Bert effloore^ us, we lost him before we could catch his eye. Rounding a curb at the Avenida Rizal, we ran smack into MILAGROS and LUCY GABRILLO, both looking as chic as ever. After crossing the Quezon Bridge, we found ourselves in front of the Office of Private Schools. Curiosity got the better of us, so we invited ourselves in. Here, we were greet ed by Mr. D. P. MORALES, former USC Normal Dept, head, now a Private Schools supervisor. Accord ing to him, we missed Atty. C. FAIGAO by a week. At the Records Section were ex-USC teachers, Mrs. ADELFA PENALOSA and RAFAEL GUANZON, with his usual stoop. Out of the corner of our eye, we saw FR. ENGELEN deeply engrossed in conversation with FR. PAULSEN, liaison officer of all SVD schools in this country. At the dinner down stairs was ROSE SANCHEZ who came a-visiting her kinfolk, one of whom happens to be DULCESIMA SOMOSOT. For religious purposes, however, Mamie has changed her namesake to Sor Auxiliadora de San Agustin. Speaking of madres, who should turn up right outside of the Sta. Isabel College with a truckload of Inmaculadistas but SOR RUFINA BAGADIONG. The group had just gone down from Mt. Province and were on their way to Balara for a swim. We also stopped by the Philippine Normal Hall. Reading the list of transient boarders, we fingered the names of LILY TUMULAK, Nurses JOSEFINA SANCHEZ and ALETA MENDOZA, education coeds. Seated in the visiting room was PUREZA AYSON who informed us she was now teaching in Caga yan de Oro. Seen here and there: FR. BAUM GARTNER, translating Chinese char acters with fellow SVD priests at the Chinese Pavilion... FR. HOEPPENER, USC delegate to the Philip pine Pharmaceutical convention... ROSE CHEW, in a red, red tailored suit... NENA GONZALEZ BELO, wearing smoked glasses and dress ed to the teeth.. . ATTY. VINCENT FRIAS with his inseparable mus tache. . . MEDING MARQUEZ, a schoolmarm at the Philippine Den tal College... MENG CAMARRA, fresh from a Baguio trip... INDAY BORROMEO and NENE REGNER, the latter to wing her way soon to Rome. . . Emma CLIMACO RAMAS, probably on a belated honeymoon. Barfly TRINING MORELOS, on a brief stop-over before leaving for Hongkong... 1950 ROTCorps Spon(Continued on page 33) Page 12 THE CAROLINIAN The Necessity of Teaching Religion in Public Schools (~r I HE investigations recently f made by the government in connection with the charges against our three top Department of Education officials of obstruction ism of the constitutional provision for the religious instruction of the youths in public schools have just been completed. Whatever may have been said, whatever judgment on the case will have been passed, there remains the fact' that one of the primordial necessities in our schools today is the teaching of religion. The need of religious instruction is especially imperative at the pres ent time, in the face of the grave perils of Godless communism which threatens our very national survival. Dr. Jose P. Laurel emphasized the necessity of religious education for the Filipinos when he said, "Today, we are in the midst of an era of intense ideological conflict in which communism attempts, through de vious ways and means, to destroy and completely annihilate human personality and its divine endow ments, the better to make of peoples it can subjugate slaves and auto matons who shall blindly serve a godless and ruthless government, established through class hatred and strife, in a supposedly classless and godless society. "Thus, the Philippines, caught at the vortex of the continuing move ment of communism towards the Far East, must respond to the im perative need for an educational The Author ★ Mr. EUGENIO J. ALVARADO. Jr. is finishing his M.A. course this year. He studies at USC during summers and works as Registrar of Immaculate Conception College of Baybay, Leyte during regular semesters. He is an ex perienced school teacher having taught in the public elementary schools two years, In public high school for three years, and in private high school and college for three years. He is also poet by his own right, preferring classical poetry style to modern poetry. See his two sonnets on page 10. —EDITOR philosophy whose sublime purpose must rest on the bedrock of a moral hypothesis — the recognition and dignification of the human person ality; the worth of the individual as an individual, created by and an swerable to God, whence springs his faith in his uniqueness as the source of all the possible good, and the possible contributions that he may' make to himself and to his kind — to society." This imperative need for an educational philosophy can have its ready answer in the teaching of religion in our schools besides what are being taught today. Un fortunately, in the Philippines, the teaching of religion in the public schools has been relegated to the background because of the consti tutional mandate that religion may only be taught in our public schools upon the option of the pupils' pa rents or guardians. As a result, the implementation, of the teaching of religion has not been carried to such an extent- as to make it a contributing factor for the betterment of the individual and of the nation. In this regard, Dr. Pedro T. Orata, one of the lead ing educators in the country, said, "I believe it is safe to say that of all countries the world over, Chris tian, Mohammedan, Buddhist, or any other, the Philippines stands unique in regard to the so-called religious instruction. .. In enrollment, it is almost negligible — less than 350,000 in a total school population Sorento rftevtado, ft. * Graduate School of 4,879,979, or roughly 7 pupils out of every 100. In other words, 4,537,592 or 93 of every 100 pupils enrolled are without religious in struction. Compare the ratio with Buddhist Thailand, Catholic Ireland, Protestant Scotland, to say nothing of France, Egypt, Israel, and Burma, where nearly every pupil enrolled in school is given an effective and well supervised religious instruction." Dr. Orata continued, "That is quantitatively speaking. In quality, ours is also unique. We place high value in the fact that we are a Christian nation, but instruction in Christian principles is less, much less effective, than instruction in arithmetic or geography. We pay more attention to folk dancing or physical education. In fact, we pay more attention in everything else we do in school than to reli gious instruction. We give to God 'un-Godly hours,' and of course, supervisors are either eating lunch or taking a nap during these hours. We do not have courses in the teaching of religion in normal schools and colleges of education. In short, in theory we value religion in our lives, but in practice, religion is unimportant as a school subject." Consequently, due to this lack of. religious instruction in our schools, there has been moral de cadence and increase of lawless ness in our country. Justice Luis P. Torres, chairman of the Integrity Board, assailed the inadequate provision being made for the re ligious or at least moral education of our youth, thus neglecting the formation of the character of our young citizens. Stressing the im portant role of the youth as future leaders, he stated that with the lack of religious education, one cannot say that "the Filipino youth is the hope of the country." Justice Torres said, "I am con cerned particularly about those boys (Continued on next page) SUMMER, 1953 Page 13 It's summer time folks, and here's a grand parade of U.S.C. s 1953 Summerians............. Gracing the corridors every summer is ENDRING ANOVER, ... a public school marm of Leyte. Endy hopes to finish her B.S.E. course by the end of I this term to brace up for the grind ahead. ROSETTA FERNANDEZ, VIC LEE, I and PAT KRIECKENBECK, armed with elevated I.Q.'s are rarin' for top honors. I Still at it, girls? Summer’s offensive y' know. I Bright-eyed PANCHING NUNEZ," is back again and for good measure. For i one semester she made her exit and matriculated in Ateneo de Cagayan. Why, I Ching? Can't make USC your alma mater? Even a post-grad student (whose supposed to peer absent-mindedly behind specs and to appear old as grandma) isn't safe from prowling wolves who give whines at every pretty lass they feast their eyes on. And Hildy Gocor is no exception. She's decidedly wolf-bait! LETTY REYES is a new addition to the Carolinian world but she's beginning to like it here. Sweet and companionable Letty has told us that she has been bitten by the Carolinian bug. (We wouldn’t know if the bug was a he or she). KEILAN PALACIOS. . . gunning after the 1953 Mr. Philippines trophy with ! his extensor femoris and such stuff, breezed thru to the finals but failed to land a berth. Too bad, huh? A walking hunk of masculine eye-catcher is RAMON | MECIANO whose gait is strictly PMA-ed. Planning to fight Huks, Ramon? Or wuzzit Korea. Tall, slim PORTIA BUNUAN, conspicuous in her inconspicuousness. I (How’s that again?) Portia is back from heaven knows where. Some drawing I card must have attracted her here. What's the low-down, Por? Morolandia's kind donation for this summer's parade are the twin glo ries—PADILLA and CARDONA. Glor Padilla intends to stay here only this summer. . . unless she changes her mind. Which is not unusual for a woman. FRUCTUOSO RODRIGUEZ, that handsome, curly-haired jam-session hai bitue. Fruc talks like an authority on women and their idiosyncracies or ■ whaddayacallit but at the end of every discourse on the obverse sex, he will i confess that he has no g.f. (grandfather?), and that he would to heaven like I one cute dream gal. Very nice companion certainly. . . Fruc, you need more I legwork. ANITA CLAVERIA, whose mild and engaging disposition is a rarity I hereabouts. Nice girl too, otherwise VENCIO (yak! yak!) wouldn't be hanker ing for her. Terribly in love, huh? Gosh, we never knew what was brewing all along. We need to poke our noses into more people's businesses. . . LO VARELA. . . the enigma in black who seems very inscrutable in her sim plicity. Highly intelligent and reads books avidly. We want to be in on who's the fortunate benedict-to-be. NGR. . . tall, fair and smart. Lawyer and editor of a local weekly is a very kind soul. (Ask Narciso Bacur. . . ). A hard-hitting ; penpusher who makes no bones and minces no words. ESTRING JAO comes i to bone up on summer classes. Combine beauty, brains, a bank note and an impeccable grace in dancing and you have in your mind. Quite a combinaj tion, we would say. PACHING BOLLOZOS will have her last stint in note-taking, this summer. Gosh, it was fun to have you in USC ching! For music lovers. Little Menuhin, DANILO CANETE, always has the wel come rug at his feet. One fling at his rendition of Massenet's "Thais" and you II swear it was a sure-fire weapon to disarm stubborn hearts. A group of would-be commerciantes find lots of headaches in their ac(Continued on page 22) Zke Necessity of... and girls of indigent families, of those who are in the slums of the big centers of population like Manila, and of those who have little or no notion of Divine Providence. Under this situation, youths easily fall prey to criminality and the vultures of communism. It seems that the sole purpose of our edu cational system is to cultivate only the mind of the pupil or student, to make him a wise man, a scientist in his own profession or calling, thus neglecting the other and most important part of the human being, his soul. Under such a system of instruction, it is not strange that a highly educated man, instead of being a worthy member of society, instead of using the knowledge ac quired by him for some worthy purpose, becomes a criminal or an enemy of society. The writer maintains that it is necessary that religion should be taught by compulsion in the public schools, for three main reasons. In the first place, from the viewpoint of the individual, religion should be taught, because it makes him feel secure in his relation with God. With this feeling of security, he can have peace of soul, and positively, as long as he is in good terms with God, he feels all right and is guided in the right path in life. In the second place, from the standpoint of the State, divine se curity is important. The individuals in the State, who have no feeling of kinship with God, as can be es tablished by the teaching of reli gion to them, will have no inhibi tions in themselves. Within this kind of State, one does not have respect for the rights and property of others, because nothing will in hibit him from trespassing over these rights and property not his. The result would be chaos and dis order in the State. In the third place, from the point of view of the Creator or Maker, religion should be taught. Religion is important because it IS so; it cannot be otherwise. There exists God; God must exist and this must is so strong that He insists on His honor. Therefore, we must give Him that honor, and to give Him that honor, we must have religion, which, to have adequately, must be taught in our public schools. Religion cannot be separated from education. Sectarianism must be kept out of the public schools, but it is neither possible nor desir(Continued on page 24) Page 14 THE CAROLINIAN By Celedonio Barrameda Jr. ROTC Editor and PRO signal achievements ever attained by any cadet single-handed was that outstanding performance re ELEVEN USC ROTC GRADS GET AFP COMMISSIONS The latest graduates of the Ad vanced ROTC course of USC has been given commissions as Second Lieutenants by virtue of Special Orders 90 dnd 105. All in all there are eleven who are experiencing the thrilling evolution from merely being cadets to actual, real Louies of the Armed Forces of the Philip pines. The Special Orders also ef fected a change from cadet silver discs to choice, shining, golden bars, and the prefix Cadet before their names will be eliminated forever, giving way to the title Lt. or Lieut. The successful former cadets are as follows: (Under General Orders 90)—Eutiquio E Valmoria, AFSN 0-86389; (Under General Orders 105)—Cosme T. Mirabueno, AFSN 0-86390; Jose E. Villanueva, AFSN 0-86391; Danielo P. Borromeo, AFSN 0-86393; David B. Dulanas, AFSN 0-86395; Restituto A. Bacalso, AFSN 0-86397; Modesto R. Palmares, AFSN 0-86398; Usualdo T. Cayongcong, AFSN 0-86401; Cirilo R. Sario, AFSN 0-86402; Pedro R. Patalinghug, AFSN 0-86403; Eutiquio P. Colon, AFSN 0-86404. CANGA BREAKS THE RECORDS ON CARBINE In the recent annual tactical ins pection of all ROTC units under the 3rd Military Area, one of the most gistered by PFC CRISTINO CANGA of B Battery who dismantled the Carbine in 6, repeat 6, seconds. It is not fully known if this is a record breaking performance for carbine dismantling among all ROTC units in the whole Philippines. But one thing is known: PFC Canga's feat has thrown all other records to the rocks as far as the San Carlos ROTC and the 3rd M A is concerned. PFC Canga will only be a second year basic course cadet come July. He carved his spurs with the car bine while only on his first year. HEADQUARTERS 19th BATTALION COMBAT TEAM AFP, PHIL EXPEDITIONARY FORCE TO KOREA PAPO 6000 12 February 1953 GENERAL ORDERS NUMBER 4 AWARD OF THE MILITARY MERIT MEDAL By the direction ol the President, pursuant to par 2h Section I par 600-45, GHO, AFP, Camp Murphy, Quezon City dated 16 Dec 1948 and by special authority ol the Chief of Stall, Armed Forces ol the Philippines content memo tag, dated 10 Jan 1951 a military merit medal is hereby awarded to the following named Oliicers, 2nd Lt. Dominador Seva 0-3350 F A and 2nd Lt Ernesto S. Digno 0-8365 tor heroic achievement against the enemy in Karhwagoml, Chrowo, North Korea at 19-20 June 1952. Lts. Seva and Digno members ol FA Battery, 19th BCT in company with 2 enlisted men respectively they were earlier ordered to establish and occupy a Forward Observation Post at Hill 191 and Hill Geri. At around 1300 hours 19 June 1952 these 2 hills were subjected to intense enemy artillery and mortar bombardment full on Iriendly units occupying Hills 191 and Geri, but with the interest ol the service foremost in their minds, these 2 Oliicers held their positions tena ciously and continued sending lire missions which not only pre vented enemy loottroops to overrun Iriendly position but also inllicted tremendous casualties upon the enemy. Their inspiring leadership, their professional ability and their extreme devotion to duty all in keeping with the noble traditions in the military service these 2 Officers earned great credit upon themselves and the Armed Forces ol the Philippines. BY ORDER OF COLONEL AGUIRRE: Zozimo S Cruz Capt Infantry Adjutant SUMMER, 1953 Page 15 ^chivarre 5. Rev. MANUEL SALVADOR f HE most an institution can do f for a student is to cultivate and polish his spirit, mind and body lor the bizarre and haz ardous excursions he will meet upon embarking on a new unrehearsed life from school. His alma mater can give only these to him... and nothing more. Diplomas, medals and scholarships... they are mere mirrors to reflect what the school grades the student. A diploma serves as an official record of what the learner has learned. Medals may signify one's achievements while doing schoolwork and extra curricular activities. Scholarships are given to him because the school feels that he should be rewarded and because the school is proud to have him. A student graduating with so many laudes to his name accentuates the fact that he was, after all, wide-awake in his classes. But all these boons are mere accessories to the principal. The basic bone of all these accessory achievements is, that the student terminated his studies fully pre pared, mentally and spiritually. He is ready to absorb Life's above or below-the-belt punches. His medals won t help him roll these wicked punches... it is his training in school that would ultimately come out to parry. On the other hand, the best a student can do for his alma mater is singular. Whatever he achieves with blaring trumpets and flying colors in his calling is always a great honor for the school. That is the only thing he can do to re compense what he received. The school is sensitive to whatever he does; if he makes good, it is an other feather added to its cap; if ’ he fails, the reputation of the school goes with his downfall. Of the past achievements in the fields of law, pharmacy, education, engineering, athletics, etc., of San Carlos, a new name had been added by one of its products, this time in the field of religion, on its roster of fame. This particular person's remarkable feat as a stu dent in topping his classes has al ways been the pride of every Ca rolinian who had known him well in his student days in San Carlos and even when he resumed his studies in the University of Santo Tomas during which he was also able to maintain his high scholastic standings. Not one to take school work lightly, he always topped every class where he happened to be in... valedictorian from primary to high school in the then Colegio de San Carlos, preserved his high scholastic record in the San Carlos Seminary and completed his Licen tiate in Philosophy and his Theology summa cum laude at the Pontifical U. This impressive record held by a true-blue USC alumnus is what every would-be scholar would give his right ear for. Such a kilometric string of achievements is rare for an individual to have these days. Reverend Father Manuel Salva dor was ordained on March 21 in Manila and subsequently held his first solemn mass in Dalaguete, his hometown, last April eighteenth. He comes from a pious family of in tellectuals. He is the younger brother of Reverend Father Veronico Salvador, parish priest of the Santo Rosario Church. Amidst a throng of well-wishers and indulgence getting crowd, he solemnly said his initial mass with soul-stirring profi ciency. Thereafter, as an honorarium to his scholarly achievements, he was given the sublime honor of preach ing the Seven Last Words of Christ at the Cebu Cathedral during the Lenten Week. The inspiring les sons he elucidated to the Lentobserving public cut deep into their very hearts. The way he stressed his points showed his brilliance as a one-time scholar. It revealed to the public the learned aspect in him as a man of rank. But he did not only unveiled himself in his sermon as a profound thinker and a well-grounded man of learning but, as well, a man of the people. His childhood ambition was always to become a priest. . . to serve the people through Christ's teachings. And apparently, he reached his zenith as a priest after he finished his eloquently delivered sermon. As an active sentinel of Christianity we can see that the Reverend Fa ther Manuel Salvador will be, in no less time, be one of our advo cates in Catholicism and a vigorous contender against Redism. We will not be surprised to find,him in his evil stints of Communism and glo rifying the spiritual truisms of Christ. We dare say that this good-forthe-soul preachings are just routine numbers for a priest in the dis charge of his duties. BUT it is not "just another priest" we will be facing... we would be opening our ears to welcome the words coming from that of a genuine Caroli nian. .. from the lips of a learned scholar we once knew... from the heart of one whom we knew so well as a classmate. That indeed, would make the difference! Father Salvador will be out of the Islands for at least four years to pursue his studies abroad. He plans to study further the intricacies of Canon Law in one of the leading universities of Rome by which he will enjoy a scholarship offered him. From the Vatican City he will proceed to the United States and take up English in one of the insti tutions of learning there. Such is the dynamic character of the man. After accumulating a wide span of knowledge and so (Continued on page 34) Page 16 THE CAROLINIAN It may be recalled that class 1951 of the USC College of Law cornered the third and fifth places of the 1951 Bar exams given to candidates from all over the Philippines. The 1952 class did not duplicate the same feat. But it has a distinction all its own. The USC College of Law this time hugs the top of the scoring board in point of general percentage of candi dates who passed. Out of the 29 graduates of Law Class 1952 who took the last Bar exams, 28 breezed the finishing tape with the resounding general passing percentage of 96.55%. Only one failed. In these pictorial pages are shown the new lawyers including those who graduated in the past years who finally made the grade in the last Bar exams together with the candidates of class 1952. We proudly present — U S € Latest Lamjers Atty. RAFAEL I. BELARMINO Badlan, Cebu Atty. EVERGISTO M. CALVO Balamban, Cebu Atty. SOLOMON A. MACOY Dumanjug, Cebu Present Cebu City Atty. VICENTE M. REQUILME Ronda, Cebu Atty. CESAR A. RODRIGUEZ Cebu City y. Crescenciano N. Perolina Toledo, Cebu Atty. MAXIMINO YLAYA Pardo, Cebu Atty. ANTONIO R. AVILA Cebu City Atty. LEONARDO M. BUTALID Tagbilaran, Bohol y. ANTONIO T. BACALTOS Tabunoc, Talisay, Cebu Atty. ISMAEL B. SANCHEZ Butuan City Atty. FRANCISCO G. GODENIERA Cebu City ISC’s Latest Lawyers Atty. PAULO A. EQUIPILAG Pintuyan, Leyte Atty. QUIRINO A. BACALTOS Cebu City Atty. CORNELIO B. BESINGA Guindulman, Bohol Atty. JUAN A. DELDA Cebu City Atty. ELISEO DE LA SERNA Dumanjug, Cebu Atty. PANFILO ALPUERTO Dumanjug, Cebu Atty. DEMETRIO D. SARIT Salvacion, Ormoc City Atty. FELIX A. SAVELLON Seaside Mambaling, Cebu Cil Atty. RESTITUTO A. MACOY Dumanjug, Cebu Atty. JOSUE L. GELVOSA Guihulngan, Cauayan, Negros Occ. Atty. MARIANO S. FLORDELIZ Bato, Leyte Atty. MAXIMO G. VILLARIh Moalboal, Cebu Some of the ^Repeaters; but just the same, they are some of ljS(3’s cN.ew lawyers. repeater; he only failed to take Bar exams immediately after his graduation in 1951). (NOTE: Atty. Aurelio Fernandez is not a Atty. AURELIO FERNANDEZ Carmen, Cebu Atty. ANTONIO SOLON Cebu City Atty. CRESCENCIANO DAYANAN Carcar, Cebu Atty. AUGUSTO F. PEREZ Kalibo, Capiz Atty. RAMON B. TUFAS Mambajao, Misamis Oriental Atty. HORACIO G. ADAZA Dapitan, Zamboanga Atty. EUFEMIO V. RUIZ Tagbilaran, Bohol Atty. ANANIAS H. RAMOS Larena, Negros Oriental POLITICALIMELIGHT ALUMNOTES FLORETO, KINTANAR AWARDED MERIT CERTIFICATES In recognition of distinguished service along educational lines, Mr. Dominador Floreto and Miss Kintanar were awarded Certificates ol Merit by a grateful alma mater last March 7 during the luncheon and program which highlighted the Cebu Normal School Homecom ing Week. The two recipients are on the USC faculty roster. Mr. Floreto runs the Night High School while Miss Kintanar teaches "Output = input” in the Girls' High School. Both mentors are holders of the Master of Arts degree from the San Carlos University. KNOT-TYING The knitting of Fiorentina Moralde, a San Carlos education coed, and Rustum Eduave, a movie actor, as Mr. and Mrs. took place last March 8 at the Cebu Pro-Cathedral church. Veil sponsor was Jess Roa, USC faculty member. After the ceremonies, breakfast and luncheon was served at the bride's residence. Of interest to Cebu and Leyte social articles was the AsuncionAberasturi knot-tying solemnized in Leyte last April. Engr. Pidoy Asun cion is a BPW man in Cebu City; the bride-elect is an alumna of the Colegio de la Inmaculada Con cepcion. Standing as best man was Dr. Graciano Du who, they say, will soon be one of the principals at his own wedding. Former USC coed, Nora Florendo, skipped to the altar with Isaias Lorenzana in Manila's Cen tral Church last April 26, followed by a reception at the Manila Hotel. During her stint in this university, she was singer, declaimer, dancer ... all wrapped in one cute bundle . . . aside from her versatility in the emoting game. 450 GRADS TAKE USCAA OATH In- the cap-and-gown exercises last March, some 450 graduates were inducted into the USC Alumni Association by Atty. Cornelio Faigao, alumni head, swelling once more the alumni rank and file. During the same occasion, Estrella Veloso was awarded a medal by Very Rev. Bunzel, SVD, Acting Rector, for placing second in the 1952 Pharmaceutical Board exams. On the top of the heap of second semester graduates were Edna Lim, suma cum laude; Jovita Dy, Julieta Bermudez, Editha Roxas, Carmelita Moran, magna cum laude; Aurora Usman, Cesar Villaflor, Erlinda Manalac, Socorro Aviles, Amparo Montecillo, Alicia Cadavos, Eustaquia Panes, Anto nina Mendoza, Ruperta Unabia, Araceli Lasola, Jesusa Pua, cum laude; Aniano Desierto, Angeles Manaog, Annie Ratcliffe, Cariota Sevilla, with highest honors. Mr. Floreto receiving his Certificate of Merit from the CNS. With elections in the offing, the political spotlight is once again focused on alumni aspiring for public office. Among the almost so hopefuls for Cebu's seven con gressional seats are Atty. Ramon L. Osmena, son of Cebu's Grand Old Man, second district; Atty. Ma rio Ortiz, San Carlos faculty mem ber, fourth district; Atty. Robustiano Dejaresco, pioneer-graduate of the USC College of Law, fifth district; Atty. Jesus Garcia, former USCAA prexy, and Col. Jesus Mercado, sixth district. With the exception of Atty. Garcia and Col. Mercado who, up to this writing, have not as yet shown their political color, all are running under the Nacionalista banner. It may be recalled that Atty. Osmena, one of the success ful examinees in the last bar exams, was the personal representative of his illustrious father at the tumul tuous NP convention held last April 12. (Continued on next page) SUMMER, 1953 Page 21 ALUMNEWSETTES Elected recently as officers of the Philippine Institute of Accounts, Cebu Chapter, were several USCAA members, namely: Jesus Martinez, vice-president; Amparo Rodil (USC alumni veep), secretary; and Teotimo Abellana and Benjamin Bo rromeo, members of the board of directors. Be-dimpled Inday Vivera, after a 4-year absence from her alma mater, has finally come home to roost. She is teaching prospective librarians in this university the intricacies of Library Science. Younger sis, Ramona, an ex-USC sponsor, is a senior in the UST College of Pharmacy. June Dejaresco is one alumnus who is keeping the Green Cross of gampuscrats (Continued from page 14) THE UNKNOWN CAROLINIAN Parents of USC alumni who died in the battle for freedom In World War II are earnestly requested to communicate the names of such sol dier alumni, and other data thereof, to Atty. C. Faigao, president. USC Alumni Association, University of San Carlos, Cebu City. USC burning bright in the Bohol horizon. Aside from his newspaper work, he is a law professor of the Holy Name College in Tagbilaran and secretary of the Jaycee chapter in that province. Intern-physician at the National Orthopedic Hospital is Monching Borromeo, one of the new doctors who passed the November board exams. He plans to take up post graduate work in the U.S. in the near future. After toe-breaking days of whipping into shape her Students' Ballet Recital, Luz Mancao Sandiego put up a show last March 15 which packed the USC Quadrangle with ballet-lovers from Cebu's elite. Among the ballerinas featured were Campuscrat Delia Saguin and Sawatri Gurbuxani. Of 41 candidates who took the tough exams for cadetship to the PMA in Baguio, only two passed. One is a Carolinian, Gregorio Alenton, a Commerce I stude. Our condolence goes to Lily A. Escano and Betty A. Derecho for the death of their father, the late Jesus Alburo, last March. Also to Bingbing, Herminio, Jose, Demos thenes, Leonora, Nilo, Oliva, Ra mon, and Tita Valencia for the de mise of their father, Dr. Pio Valen cia, on the 8th of March. counting subjects. Debit that, credit this, and balance them. It's tough work and Miss LILIA CABATINGAN is ready on her grading sheet. One serious dis crepancy means bankruptcy and kerplunk! You enrol in the same subject. So, there it is in a nutshell. Heartaches, head-acher and backaches are ex pected. That must be why. . . ALMA ESCARIO, PURA CIMAFRANCA, CON SUELO GO, and FLORIT DELGADO are sweating it out with all seriousness. Love to taste samples of native delicacies? MILA SOL, CELING BULADO and CHINGEH JAKOSALEM from the H.E. department will make you perk up with their preparations of tasty native meals. Only proves the truism that "the best way to win a man's heart is through the stomach. ..." From the Villegas clan, we have Norma and Nena. By the by, Nena has already add prefix to her name. . . Mrs. Ramirez. Fast becoming a model among young men JOHNNY MERCADO, tall and deeply religious prefers to be in the chapel during free times rather than loiter around. Atta boy, Johnny! Show'em how to be hard-hitting and at the same time humble. Scion of a moneyed family of Dumanjug and acclaimed one of the best dressed and well-groomed gentlemen of USC, FLORO RICAMORA proudly pre sents his varieties of nylon shirts as his daily wear. He is not only fond of nylon shirts, but of classical music just as well. When asked to play Buencamino's "Luha" he refused saying that he wanted to prevent tears from being wasted. (Sigh and double sigh! ! ) CONCHING BAWASANTA keeps her body slim. How d’ya do it Suel? No matter how puzzling schoolwork becomes, Suel or Conching never winces a bit. Guess that pretty head is chock-full of gray matter! Mind giving us some Ching? Speaking of curves and figures. . . MERCING GANTUANGCO, TERESING MIRAFUENTES, CARDING TANGAN, AMPARING ROSOS, LILY MAHINAY, NENA CONCEPCION, and ROSE DAIG are taking slimnastics under Miss CARMENCITA VILLAMOR. Purpose: to obtain and or maintain the figure that ticks. Right? We incidentally bumped into a die hard “Magsaysay-for-President" gal. . . ELIZABETH BELCINA. Proudly wears the "Magsaysay is my guy" pin, and superbly dances the Magsaysay mambo. How about the Magsaysay poodle Liz? Lovely sisters Linda and Lilia CINCO always sport smiling eyes. Mind you, it's no optical illusion. It is down-to-heart honest-to-goodness reality. LINDA and LILIA are simply adorable in their friendliness and companionship. The college of Pharmacy has a trio of happy-go-lovelies. . . There's PERLA TORRES who is simply buzzing with everything that can be spoken about on the face of this globe. She's a bit childish too. Some guy is planning to tug at her apron strings. What sez you, PERLA? There's HELEN CUE who is the perfect antithesis of PERLA. Wonder how they get along fine and dandy? EVA ESTORCO, being dress-conscious makes people (mostly men of course) goggle-eyed at her. Regular Library-browser is CHARLES VANAUSDAL, tall, blue-eyed and serious. Enigmatic as a problem in math. Easy to befriend, though. He's merely reticent. We would like to know what's in his mind. Must be interesting. As I live and breath. . . cute and incandescent ALMIRA PEREZ with her come-and-get-in smiles whirled into USC classrooms after a riotous four-year rump session at CIC. So this time its USC, eh, AL? When CIONY "CHOY" MUNA flashes a Kuuselaic smile on some lucky stiff misters in da' campus start to let out quizzers that kindles midnight candles such as who could that be?" "Where's the Jaguar?"- Yeah, where is it CHOY? Juniors are presented to be spoiled brats. . . at home, in school, in public places, in billiard halls, or even in politics (know what I mean?). But here's a Junior whos tryin to prove the fallacy of the presumption. Anyway, he could be an exception to the rule. Joe Lucero, Junior, that debonair chunk of masculinity is the guy. He asserts that he doesn't take a second look at entic ing coeds just so that he won't be disturbed in his review. The guy means business with mind and heart all set to becoming a lawyer. But whew, it s too hot in the City of Cebu. Now we go to cooler spots by vicarious experience if we can. If our locale were a desert, we would like to dream of a Hammerfest or a Northpole. Anyway, the parades over and dnn#> with Rval Page 22 THE CAROLINIAN With Enqr. Victorino Gonzales Fullhriqht-Smith-Mundt Scholar and Alumnus of USC College of Engineering Leaving the University of San Carlos last May, 1952, our Engineering Scholar went on his way to Stanford University of California, U. S. A. He bid goodbye to Manila on the SS President Cleveland which sailed via Hongkong, Kobe, Yoko hama and Honolulu before docking at Frisco. From Frisco he only had to motor 33 miles to the south to The garden of chapel center (where we attended mass) at Yokohama, Japan, The Imperial Diet Building, where the Japanese legislators meet in session, at Tokyo, Japan. reach Stanford University wherein he enrolled on June 18, 1952 for the summer quarter taking the course of Master of Science in Civil Engineering majoring in Hydraulics. The term lasted until Aug. 30, 1952, after which, he spent a month's vacation travelling transcontinental over 22 states of the Union from Frisco to New York via the northern route. Engr. Victorino Gonzales resumed his Stanford University studies on September 30, 1952, and was awarded his M. S. in Civil Engineering degree last April 3, en absentia, because he was then on his way back to USC having actually left Stanford U last March the 23rd yet. A professorship in the USC College of Engineering was awaiting him when he arrived back home in Cebu City. As a holder of a Fullbright travel grant and a Smith-Mundt maintenance and school grant, Engr. Gonzales has acquitted himself honorably in his stu dies at Stanford U by having been ranked as third in his class in point of grades, although it could not be shown on graduation because in Stanford U, no honors are awarded in the Graduate School. On this page are only a few of the shots taken of him on different occasions at various locations when he was on the way to the United States and when he visited Washington, D.C. on his continental tour. The Waikiki beach, showing the Royal Hawaiian Hotel on The Capitol Dome evokes blended emotions to anybody looking the background. up at It — it's a symbol of hope and peace and democracy. SUMMER, 1953 Page 23 The Necessity of Teaching • • • (Continued from page 14) able to keep religion separated from education. The opponents of the suggestion for the compulsory instruction of religion in the public schools advance the theory that this would result in chaos and tur moil. They say that the group in the' majority would force their will on the minority. They aver that if a Catholic public school teacher is assigned to teach religion as an ad ditional subject, it will make him feel prejudiced to the pupils in his class who might be Protestants. However, the writer believes that there is no difficulty of teaching religion in the school even if the students belong to different religious sects. The objection of prejudice is only theoretical and does not act What is Rnssian Communism? force you to answer if it embarras ses you, Mr. Foster. Mr. Foster: It does not embarrass me at all. I stated very clearly the Red flag is the flag of the revolu tionary class, and we are part of the revolutionary class. Chairman: I understood that. Mr. Foster: And all capitalist flags are flags of the capitalist class, and we owe no allegiance to them. (Writer's note: This last answer means plainly that Communists in the U.S.A, claim to owe no alle giance to the Stars and Stripes, and profess allegiance only to the flag of the proletarian revolution, which is guided, controlled, and ordered from Moscow. In other words, Fos ter's admission means that Commu nists throughout the world own no allegiance to the lawfully elected government of their respective coun tries, but, on the contrary, profess unswerving allegiance and blind obedience to Soviet Russia!) USING FREEDOM TO CRUSH FREEDOM Here in free America, as in other free countries, we find a contempt ible organization, the Communist Party, taking advantage of dem ocracy to overthrow democracy; using freedom of speech to exter minate freedom of speech; availing themselves of freedom of assembly to eliminate freedom of assembly. Just suppose that in Soviet Russia a party attempted to organize in order to introduce the American form of government and destroy the Soviet system! We cannot make ually exist. Let us say a Catholic teacher teaches English only, and he does not feel any prejudice to wards his Protestant student. If this teacher is assigned to teach religion, will it necessarily mean that he will feel prejudiced towards the Pro testant students? Will the assign ing of religion as an additional sub ject for him to teach change his at titude of non-prejudice and fairness towards his Protestant students? The answer is "No." Hence, the objec tion of prejudice is only in theory. With all the foregoing argu ments, we can, therefore, say that if the aim of education is not to produce children and youth who are merely well-informed and skilled but without moral and reli (Continued from page 11) everyone who is conversant with the Soviet system knows well that no such attempt would be tolerated, and that even those who, without aiming at the overthrow of the So viet government, merely strove to introduce a truly democratic system of voting would be promptly liqui dated. No papers could possibly be published advocating any but the despotic Soviet system; no meet ings could be convened to launch a democratic system; no speeches could be delivered to advocate free elections. To suppose such an in vestigation in the U.S.S.R. as I have been describing, which was a reality in the U.S.A., and to ima gine in addition that, as in the ad vocated another form of government was allowed to pursue his way and continue his propaganda, would be to suppose or imagine an impos sibility. Yet here in our midst, in "the land of the free and the home of the brave," here in a country that is known throughout the world for its democracy and liberty; here in a land where workmen have singu lar advantages and effective means of redressing any grievances; here in a Republic where flourish freedom of religion, freedom of speech, free dom of assembly, freedom of voting for whom one wishes, freedom to express one's opinion and to cri ticize the government and even the President, we find despicable trait ors who, while refusing to give alle giance to the flag of their homeland which guarantees such freedom, pledge their complete loyalty to a gious; if the aim of education is to produce citizens of deep and in telligent convictions; if in this age of materialism, in this period of human life when the struggle for human existence seems to be the only goal towards which humanity's efforts are directed to attain its hap piness, all other considerations, particularly those of spiritual value, are ignored and forgotten; if we are to prevent the tide of communism from engulfing us; if we are to maintain rightfully our place as the "only Christian country in the Orient;" then, religion must be given a paramount place in our national life, and the teaching of it must be made necessary, better still com pulsory, in our schools. horrible alien power and use (or, rather, abuse) the very freedom of their homeland in order to crush out the vestige of that freedom and establish in its place the Soviet system, which has emerged from the bowels of hell and strives with diabolical ingenuity and infernal power to pollute the entire world. America is very tolerant; but there is such a thing as being too tolerant when it comes to the ques tion of dealing with the worst kind of criminals. Freedom must not be allowed to grow into unbridled license. As the gangster and the murderer are checked by drastic laws, or at least severely punished by the State, so also those who are disseminating the worst kind of dis loyalty to the State, the most terri ble form of treachery to their coun try, and the most awful species of enmity to society, and who are actively striving to attain their in iquitous ends under the aegis of an alien government, should be effect ively checked and, if they stride to persist, put where they can no longer exercise their baneful in fluence. By all means let them, if they so desire, migrate to their be loved U.S.S.R. — and remain there "for the term of their natural lives." A mother gives her children whatever freedom is advisable; but we cannot imagine any sane mother allowing a wayward child to take from a shelf his father's razor when she knows that the child's intention and avowed purpose is to slash her own throat at the very first oppor tunity! Page 24 THE CAROLINIAN MAN TO MAN l>y Tummy Ache A salubrious plan had been hatched by City officials to con struct a gymnasium as one of the many projects in store for the city beautiful. To start its wheels roll ing, the Playground Commission in vited whizbang teams from Manila to play exhibition games for a fund-raising rampage. So far, nothing has been built to signify an athletic house probably due to political reasons. But whatever those intriguing reasons might be, the bare fact is: There is still no sign of constructing a gamehouse for the city. Because of political tom foolery, there is a maddening dead lock in proceedings. St. Charley concocted the same plan of gym-building long before those city officials took up their respective jobs. A similar stew was brewed but somehow it ran stale. We don't know why. Sure ly politics should be out of the question! You do not have to question us why gymnasiums are important. Even a kid in knee pants knows that. YOU know it well enough. We wonder how those shapely PE students feels upon being raided by a dozen Peeping Toms. Trans parent screens wouldn't do much in keeping those nice legs from wolf view. . . they even help stimulate curiosity! We do not object on seeing beautiful things on the stage but it usually robs us of our appe tites when the contrary is shown. Now Reverend Fathers let US do something about this! Aside from those things which by the way, are bad for the eyes, we have another that could drive us nuts while in the classrooms: the persistent ball-thuddings in the basketball courts. Father Engelen • has been trying his best to minim i'Continued on next page) SPOUTS Pound-up By "TOMMY" ECHIVARRE Sports Edtfor NEW FACES In this coming CCAA season, the San Carlos U team will make its 1953 bid for cage leadership with a younger and fresher crop of gamesters than that of last year's. Tactician Baring did not say that this group of hoopsters was stronger than that of the previous year but he opined that the 1953 team would surely give a good work-out to the opposing, teams. Most of the re cruits have seen action in the hardcourt during their past years. Out of the picture would be Rudy Jakosalem, skipper and point maker of the team, who finished his regulation period of four years of playing in the CCAA (collegiate level). Jakosalem played for USC for approximately seven yearsthree in high school and four in college; Jesus Cui Jr., set-shooter and a defensive player, who quit basketball for his flying lessons; Tiburcio Umas-as, rookie and re bounder; Amado Rubi, jump-shot artist; and Carlitos Alvarez, backboard specialist. Geared for battle are: Roy Mo rales, playmaker and most prob able captain of the team; Martin Echivarre, Jr, keyman and versatile shooter; Evaristo Sagardui, longarmed hook-shooting center who usually breaks the spirit of his op ponents by his uncanny way of stealing the ball; Vicente Dionaldo, whose neat one-hand flips, tells the difference between defeat and vic tory; Fausto Arche, whose hunting grounds for points never excels the foul line- he just waits under the rim to tip in missed shots. Antonio Young, although untried in the CCAA wars, a battle-scarred center who makes points mainly on twist ing "jump-shots". He was a former star of the Intramural champion Commerce team. T. Echivarre, who is entering on his fourth year of college playing in San Carlos; Delfin Sestoso, the team's broom stick who still lacks seasoning but has proven himself murderous on undergoal shots. To be tried on the court will be, Danilo Deen, lynxed-eyed guard of the Sto. Nino Juniors; Rudolfo Arcello, captain-ball of the Abellana High School squad which captured the East Visayan pennant for public schools; Sotero Castaneda, fleetfooted forward of the AHS; Chute Ballesteros, making a switch from football to basketball; and Celestino Larrazabal, a fresh hoopster from Ormoc. TO HOLD VOLLEYBELLES INTRAMURALS The opening of the regular school-year will feature another athletic event for the students. The women will be given the chance to prove their mettle in volleyball. The plan however is still under study by the school exponents in athletics. All the departments will be required to form an all-female volleyball team to represent their respective colleges. Out of this de partmental game, the best players will be chosen by competent sa vants to compose the varsity team. TWO CAROLINIANS HELP FORM "REST" TEAM Two football stars from USC were picked by the Philippine Amateur Athletic Federation (PAAF) to compose a collegiate football team which was to trade kicks with the visiting Singapore shinbusters. Chosen were: Allredo de Jesus, captain of the school team and Sofronio Mondragon, right winger and point maker of the team. WARRIORS CONQUER HOLY NAME Playing their last of a series of goodwill tours, the Carolinians gave a nice ending to their 1952-53 story. That was their last official game for the school-year A smooth and welltimed shot, two-handed as his usual style, by Rudolfo Jakosalem, leader of the aggregation, clinched the (Continued on next page) SUMMER, 1953 Page 25 Warriors Conquer . . . game for San Carlos with a thin margin, 34-35. That was also Jakosalem's last official shot for San Carlos; he will be out of the official line-up next year having swelled up his quota in the CCAA of four years. COACH BARING TAKES AN ASPIRIN The near-great spheroid maes tro is on the loose again. This time a smaller needle is in the hay stack. He is beating his brains out trying to make a champion team out of last year's debris. As it is, the looks of the team is not much to bet on judging from the calibre of the try-outers that have splurged the basketball court from the start of summer training. Additions as well as subtractions have been the characteristic feature undergone by the prospective 1953-54 cage var sity. For the moment we can not enumerate the bunch that will don the Green and Gold jersey in this coming CCAA tussle for it is yet early to guess and we do not know what surprise packages the mentor will unwrap. But we can say this: With bitter rancor in our hearts, San Carlos will once taste the cellar unless Mr. Baring performs a real Houdini job. What he needs is a man that can .outjump and out shoot anybody on the opposing team. If he will depend only on the average players he had last year then he is a goner. At present he has nobody to pin all his hopes on. Gone were the days when USC used to spread a strange fascina tion over local basketballdom when it came to winning gonfalons. Yes those were happy days for Coach Baring. In 1946, the name USC was lord all over the country out playing Manila teams with satis fying margins. The National In tercollegiate Championship trophy went to them in no less time. That was the highest peak of achieve ment in athletics USC got. And from there, their luck begun to ebb. The following year the line up was badly crippled by the loss of Genaro Fernandez to the UST Glowing Goldies. Although LauroMumar was still on the team toge ther with Vicente Cortes, Jimmy Bas and Joe Abella, yet the one-time perfect teamwork that they had as a fighting five was broken. And in the CCAA they were able to — gfUtotl faund-up — (Continued from page 25) content themselves with the runnerup position. From 1947 to 1949 it was a period of hibernation like a bear licking his wounds that was incurable. No cups went to the USC cabinet in that span of time. Then came 1950. New faces in the varsity marked the incoming of fresh crops from the high schools. Mumar followed Fernandez to Ma nila and enrolled himself in Letran College which he became readily the skipper of the team. Added to the time-worn, battletested vets of the previous year, these group of youngsters piped in the tricks of Mr. Raymond Johnson, an All-American basketball star who tried his hand for the first time in coaching a team. He was then assisted by Mr. Manuel Baring, current coach of the team. John son's brand of basketball, was ge nuine American. He labored for his team night and day teaching the now famous "Johnson push shot" and the effective weaving during man-to-man defenses. The team steamrolled in the first round en counters of the popular CCAA fight flattening all the teams that came their way. But they had one weak spot — a weak offense on zone de fenses. This weakness was soon discovered by the clever coach of USP and in the second round se ries, Johnson's team lost successMan to Man (Continued from page 25) ize this racket by confiscating balls used on the wrong time. It’s no use Father. The Varsity seems to have enough privilege in this school with those mysterious permits they get. But they have their reasons and in a way they are right. We want a team to represent San Carlos but we don’t want them to repre sent poorly. We don’t want them to lose a game because they lack practice. So they have to prac tice! And so, we need a gym. . . that bad. We can hold our varsity scrimmages, PE instructions and other kinds of leg-work—even the Intramural games—without disturb ing classes. Flyweight reasons such as, lack of funds and on space should be shoved aside. We can do it if we want to. All we need is a Father Hoerdemann for the moment. And that is a dare for the strong-hearted to take for the love of good old USC. ively to the wily Panther coach. They dropped to second place. The next year, 1951, luck was still with them. Although there were a few upsets suffered yet they managed to gain a berth for the championship round. By that time the paleface coach left the team to Mr. Baring while he took his vacation ia his hometown in the States. "Maning", as he is often called by the boys, pulled several tricks from his sleeves and cuffs to baffle the wily tactician of USP in the championship fight. Out of the smoke of the tense battle for leadership of the league, the Green and Gold banner came out bruised but not broken. They were proclaimed champions of 1951. Ad ded to the enormous trophy, USC got the following honors: Cleanest playing team of the series, highest scoring team, Coach of the Year awards to Mr. Manuel Baring, Honorable mention in the Most Valuable Player award which went to Skipper Jose Espeleta of USC. It was a proud day for Mr. Baring and Father Constante Floresca who tutored the victorious team with parental care. The following year, 1952, the defending champions lost Jose Es peleta, skipper and playmaker. Rudy Jakosalem took over where Espeleta had left and finished his four-year quota in the CCAA with flying colors. Although no cham pion was proclaimed in that year due to verbal altercations and un becoming behaviour of two rival institutions, local sports cognoscenti still predicted that USC was a team to be reckoned with. They said that the team gave no quarter nor asked for one. This is 1953. To make crystal ball guesses is our job. But unless, Mr. Baring do something about it, the team will head to the rocks. He is still trying to gather what’' re mained of last year's garbage and add a little speck of "promising" recruits, to answer your questions in the forth-coming CCAA brandnew hoop session. The overhauling started last April and the Coach has been buying aspirin tablets by the dozens to bog down that nau seating headache of selecting with gambler-like precision. As the Maestro is also mentoring the high school bunch, adding more pains in his neck, it really is a tough assignment for a hardworking old feller that he is. Page 26 THE CAROLINIAN /O O ZD . --------- = Conducted by = B. K. TO RIO A good many savants boldly claim that politics is the science of good government. Just why it isn't the craft of misgovernment, which is a more apt if not less generous term, we leave entirely to the more painstaking realist. That's his fodder. By whatever standards, twists and quirks, politics is definitely in the air. The truth is that it has never disappeared from the national scene as far as we can kick a tin can. As if the temperature were not bad enough, the political cauldrons are beginning to boil while the eyes of a curious world are peering mischievously behind our country's backdoor. For the first time in Philippine political annals, all the inhabitants of the Upper House ottend the sessions — some of them hot-footing to Congress two hours before session time. Camilo Osias, the pipe-toting La Union solon, scooted twice to the Senate Presidency, each time for thirteen unhealthy days. And always after every jet-propelled about-face. Zulueta came up next with clandes tine nocturnal hops, skips and jumps into the Presidential yatch "Apo." L’affaire Castelo is now history. So will be the MAGSAYSAY MAMBO and Recto's keynote speech. A historical people we are, sans historians. This column's theme for the current issue has the political touch, not to say, bodyhold. Student opinion on the Recto-Castelo quarrel is presented in this page. It is hoped that the political muddle will not raise panic and unnecessary nightmares. We are merely undergoing a transition into heaveij knows best. ABOUT THE RECTO-CASTELO IMBROGLIO? The truth should be known. People want to know who is per secuting whom or if both are persecuting each other. Whoever is found to have run afoul of the law should be hied where he belongs — behind bars. And in the name of justice, the innocent should be left in peace. If both are guiltless, they should be told to bury the tomahawk. If guilty, they must be prosecuted without fear or favor. That's the way Democracy survives." • GENARA MELGAR, College of Commerce, says: "Sometime last year. Speaker Perez and Vice-President Fernando Lopez were after each other's necks. A lot of nasty expletives were swapCaridad Abao • CARIDAD ABAO. College of Pharmacy, says: "Personally, I don't approve of all these charges and counter-charges which scream in the press and blare in the radio. These things are making people panicky and their minds pounce upon spec ulations and conjectures. We are on the verge of political in sanity. Things happen so fast and so unexpectedly that we get lost and confused. There must be an end to this and I dare say that there is a means of clamping down on these monstrosities. The scoundrels should be yanked out of their positions and the decent, moral men should be elevated to high offices. Honest men are what we need. If there were a moratorium on politics in the first place, the Recto-Castelo verbal tug-of-war would have been fic tion." • FRUCTUOSO RODRIGUEZ, College of Education says: "The Recto-Castelo affair is a blessing in the guise of press releases and privilege speeches. It has done a good deal of eyebrow-raising on the part of the layman. Such grave charges should be probed for their veracity or falsity. We cannot keep them dangling be fore the bar of public opinion. Fructuoso Rodriquez ped between the duo. Charges of hidden wealth and official dis.honesty were levelled against each other in news reports. The verbal wrestle was getting so that no holds were barred. Each man was apparently for his own while skeletons rattled in each other's closets. The Vice-Presi dent upped and dared the Manong to bare his assets. The Manong hurled the same challenge. Just when their treasure chests were about to be unlocked, who do you think swished in? The Apo who reprimanded the pro tagonists for being childish. The moro-moro closed like a clam. ('Continued on page .14) SUMMER, 1953 Page 27 Caroliniana (Continued from, page 2) (Continued from, page 8) bor, Okinawa. In our reunions then, I found out how deeply he loves San Carlos. He was always in contact with Caro linians and inquiring for developments at USC. Johnny Mercader who sometime during that period was editor of The Carolinian was his regular correspondent. Ben wangled a measly poem out of us which he sent to editor Johnny Mercader who had it printed as Ode to My Alma Mater in one of the 1948 issues of The Carolinian. We were outside of the Philippines, and we thought then that we could never be back again at USC. By the early part of 1949, we had to quit our stint with the USATS as Chief Radio Operator, so that from that time on, we thought we could not see Ben anymore, for we went home to Cebu ostensibly to resume our very-much delayed studies. And we thought we won t hear from Ben anymore and his usual musings about San Carlos, for he was steady with his doughboys at Okinawa. But through Filo, his brother, who was by that time a law undergraduate at San Carlos when we re-enrolled, we kept posted on the goings-on of Ben, the gogetter and the charmer. It was Filo who told us that Ben, after getting tired of the biting winds of barren Okinawa, asked to be discharged from the U. S. Army at the "zone of the interior". He got what he wanted. From a separation center in the United States, he proceeded to look for Dr. Wallingsford, his mater nal grandfather who is living in Missouri. The reunion must have been tear-filling. And Ben did not waste time loafing around in a country new to his eyes and perspectives. He availed himself of the G-l Bill of Rights and tried to resume his Medicine Course at a college in Missouri. But he was human too; and although he was quite absorbed with his medical books (for that time, Ben already meant business), he was only but human in look ing around making friends. Social creature that Ben is, he could not help but be popular with his classmates and neigh bors. It did not take him long to fix his eyes on a pretty Missourian coed. He was betrothed to her before long. But then, at the eve of his wedding, he received Army Orders to report at once to an Army Center, thus leaving everything again behind. In camp, they were geared to' move at any moment s notice, for somewhere. When the Army Transport which took them aboard was already churn ing the broad waters of the Pacific, that was only then that he knew they were proceeding to Korea and its battlefields. Hawaii, Wake, Midway, Japan, and finally, Korea and fight! The rest of what he went through will consume pages. But anyway, we cannot tell it ourselves even if we want to. For gregarious and showy as Ben was in the past, he did not give us any inkling of whatever deeds he performed in com bat. The U. S. Army must have ingrained in him indelible lessons in secrecy discipline, even if he could already have told about his doings without violating regulations. Or he just did not have a chance at all to reveal to us any of his doings below the 38th parallel due to the limited time he had with us when last we saw him. He arrived Cebu City on a Wednesday and had to leave the following Sunday. But we were able to bring him even condemn the Church's stand as something that smacks of dictatorship. Since when has it become undemocratic for a majority to insist upon its constitutional rights? A certain LeRoy of the CENTRAL ECHO (Cen tral Philippine College, Iloilo City) campus news paper treats of the fiesta evil in the Menckenese manner. There is no country so bedeviled by fiestas as ours is. The idea is to have a big splurge today and starve tomorrow. We, Filipinos, by sheer force of habit induced by centuries of per nicious Iberian influence, fiesta-away our time and substance and fool ourselves that we are a happy people. We're not digging up any bone of contention with LeRoy but, if we may say so, fiestas also have their merits. Take, for instance, their spiritual values. What are fiestas primarily held for? To honor patron saints. How about the biggest of 'em all — the Philippines' International Fair? Here is a very effective means of selling our country to foreigners. Believe us, it's going to have farreaching results in boosting our foreign commerce and tourist trade. True, making the rounds of the Fair sure bums a hole in your pocket. But let it burn. It's worth it anyhow. As a matter of fact, we are now right in the heart of the World Fair... our Roving Eye feast. ing on the many eye-filling exhibits displayed in the various pavilions and booths... to mention nothing of the wimminl Ah ... the Eye is a sucker for a better face and an hour-glass figure. But be fore we continue gabbing, we just hate mixing pleasure with work. Tsk, tsk, tsk........ So, g'bye now. around for a look-see on the sights of present-day San Carlos and the evolution it went through from the time he left it in 1941. Impressed, he was, and happy to be under the roof of his Alma Mater again. He thought everything physical in San Carlos has changed. But then he met Dr. Protasio Solon, an old friend, on the corridors; and with the most cor dial handshakes he took and the open smiles he was offered by nearly everybody, whether acquaintance or non-acquaintance, while he with his flashy-uniform was walking with us through the corridors and lobbies new to him, he knew inside of him that he was "home" again. We introduced him to the Rev. Fr. Carda, USC Secretary General, who must have marveled at the enthusiasm of a former student absent for about a dozen years, but still feel ing that San Carlos is still his "old home", even if that alum nus knows that by Fate and circumstance of his calling, he won’t be able to go back to it again, ever. And with Ben gone, we can't help but emote that wonder ful truth lodging in every Carolinian heart: "Once a Carolinian, always a Carolinian." Page 28 THE CAROLINIAN try. BS Zoology tops all other Li beral Arts departments with an en rolment of 88 students. • Scholar Back from Advance Studies Graduate School • Three Complete Graduate Studies Three students were graduated from the Graduate School last March, according to a report re leased by Rev. R. Rahmann, Dean of the Graduate School. The report disclosed that Miss Trinidad P. Dosdos was awarded her Master's degree in English. Her thesis was "The Characteristic Fea tures of the Short story with Special Reference to the Post-War Prize Stories of the Philippines' Free Press, 1949-1951." Awarded their master's degree in Education were Miss Concepcion F. Rodil whose thesis was "The In fluence of the Spanish language upon the Cebuano-Visayan Lan guage and the Effect of This In fluence upon the Learning of the Spanish language by the CebuanoSpeaking Students," and Miss Tecla Revilla who wrote on "A Study of the Difficulties of Student Teachers in the Cebu Normal School and of Beginning Teachers in the Province of Cebu as a Basis for the Improve ment of Elementary Teacher Edution." Law • Review Classes in Full Swing The review course offered by USC for bar candidates went into full swing with the start of the sum mer quarter, it was reliably learned from the Office of the Dean, Col lege of Law. It was likewise re vealed that the professors who handled the review course last year are conducting this year's review. "If chances do not miscarry," it is being bruited about that the new crop of law graduates will make a better showing than the candidates last year. • Bugarin IFins Gold Medal in Annual Oratorical Tilt Dito Bugarin, a be-spectacled freshman from the College of Law, won first place in the annual ora torical contest which was sponsored by the Lex Circle last March. A total of six finalists vied for honors in the competition with NP Presidential candidate Ramon Mag saysay as main speaker and guest. Bugarin's winning piece which appears in this issue, is entitled "Let's Be Honest About It." Other winners were Noli Cortel, also a 3 in 1: USC Graduate School certified three MA graduates last March 27, 1953 freshman who copped second place and Vic Delfin, Lex Circle prexy who took the third place. College of Liberal Arts • Increase in Summer Enrolment Noted An increase in the enrolment for the 1953 summer quarter has been noted in the College of Liberal Arts, it was gathered from the Office of Rev. Enrique Schoenig, Dean of the Department. This was considered significant in view of the reported slump in enrolment for the current summer term which has been felt in various schools all over the country. A total of 171 students in com parison with 155 as of last year are presently attending summer classes in Pre-Medicine, Pre-Law, General Course, BS Zoology and BS ChemisEngr. Victorino Gonzales, the first product of the USC College of Engineering who captured fifth place in the 1949 board examina tions, recently returned from the United States where he took up and completed his Master's course in Hydraulics at Stanford University. Engineer Gonzales was sent to the United States by virtue of his Fullbright and Smith-Mundt scholar ships. He was away for one year. In USC, where he is a member of the faculty of the College of Engineering, he will handle hydra ulics this June. Engineering • Open Night Classes in Eng’g. Dept. In a move designed to accomo date working students who desire to enroll in the College of Engineer ing, the University of San Carlos will offer night classes in Architec ture, Mechanical, Civil and Electri cal Engineering from the first to the senior year. The night course outlined by Dean Jose A. Rodriguez which is in consonance with administrative poli SUMMER, 1953 Page 29 cies, will be conducted daily from 5:30—9:30 p.m. inclusive. Dean Rodriguez underscored the ample op portunity given to working students by this new policy. "Students taking the ROTC course will have little trouble ex cept those taking surveying which is undertaken every Saturday morn ing," Rodriguez averred. Hopes were expressed in admi nistration quarters that the plan willresult in increased enrolment in the College ol Engineering. Pharmacy • Partial Shipment of New Equipment Arriving Fr. Oster, SVD, who is expected to arrived shortly this week from Germany will bring one-hall of the Pl,000-equipment which the univer sity ordered last year. The ship ment consists ol pharmaceutical ma nufacturing instruments which will be utilized to make assorted varie ties of drugs, tablets and ointments from local materials. The rest of the imported labora tory materials is expected to arrive to this university with the return of Rev. Fr. Albert van Gansewinkel from Europe. • Conduct First Review Course in Pharmacy In a recent announcement issued by the Regent of the College of Pharmacy, it was learned that re view classes are being conducted daily from two o'clock to four o'clock in the afternoon in preparation for the Board Examinations which will be given early next year. The same announcement indica ted that the university has, as yet, no standing policy with reference to graduating students who desire to review in other schools. At the same time it was disclosed by Rev. Fr. Hoeppener, SVD, that none of the new graduates took their review course in Manila. It was also an nounced that 23 of the 27 new gra duates in the College of Pharmacy are presently taking their review in this university. • Fear Pharmacy Best Bets’ Disqualification from Board Exams Grave concern over the impend ing disqualification of two top-notch graduates to take the board tests in view of their Chinese citizenship was expressed by members of the faculty and the Regent of the Col lege of Pharmacy. It was stated that Edna Lim and Jovita Dy, two of the four new gra duates with Chinese citizenship and who are rated as this year's best bets for the coming examinations may be refused admission in line with established policies and rulings laid down by highly-placed author ities. The disqualification of USC's top-ranked candidates will mean a slim chance for the university to place in the examinations among the first ten, it was stated further. It may be recalled that the same ruling constrained the Board of Ex aminers to withhold the examina tion papers of Basilia Lim, ond of USC's highly-rated candidates for the board last year. • USC Secretary-General and Pharmacy Regent Back from West Visayan Trip In a combined vacation tour and comparative survey, Rev. Francis Carda, SVD, USC Secretary Gen eral, and Rev. Robert Hoeppener, Regent of the College of Pharmacy, sailed early last week for Iloilo and Bacolod. Fr. Hoeppener, in an interview, was particularly impressed by the wide school campus of the Univer sity of San Agustin. He also ob served that there are more Catholic institutions in Iloilo than in Cebu. While in Bacolod, Father Hoeppener said that he had occasion to visit the Occidental Negros Institute which, although owned by a lay man, is employing a full-time Ca tholic chaplain. The school, he ex plained, is non-sectarian but caters to the demands of Catholic students. A new technical school called the Don Basco Institute is operated by Italian Fathers in Victorias, Neg ros Occidental. Fr. Hoeppener ex pressed the belief that the DBI will eventually expand because the Italian Fathers operating it are known in the States and Europe for their efficiency in maintaining tech nical schools. Religion • Afternoon Masses for Philippines In an Encyclical Letter of Pope Pius XII, officially termed as Consti tution for the Entire Catholic world, dated January 6, 1953, afternoon masses are. allowed in the Philip pines beginning this year. In that Encyclical mentioned above, the Holy Father gives per mission to celebrate afternoon mass es on the following days! 1. Feast Days of Obligation 2. Formal Feast Days of Obli gation 3. First Fridays 4. On any one regular day during the week if necessity re quires. There are a number of conditions under which afternoon masses can be celebrated. In all cases, the Archbishop or the Bishop, as the case may be, must give his consent. (As far as Cebu Archdiocese is con cerned, our Archbishop has already given permission to celebrate after noon masses to the priests of the Archdiocese). Those who receive Holy Communion should abstain from solid food and alcohol three hours before the mass which gives the communion. Abstention from liquid should be had at least one hour before communion. • USC Chapel To Celebrate PM Masses On first Fridays of month and on feast days not observed by the Government, afternoon masses will be held at the USC chapel. 'This is to give an opportunity for working students to receive the monthly sac rament of communion. According to Rev. Fr. Schoenig, Dean of the College of Liberal Arts and Sciences, masses will probably be said between five and six o'clock in the evening. The.permission to celebrate after noon masses was formerly granted only as a privilege to particular countries. Now, however, the Holy Father has extended the permission to the entire Catholic world. Page 30 THE CAROLINIAN Cet’s %e Honest About Jt------------------ - —-(Continued from page 7) should not be on politics but on politicians; not on economics but on economists; not on our Congress but on our congressmen; not on things but on persons, not on prop erty but on man; not on our gov ernment but on our conscience. We are always inclined to blame some one else; from earliest childhood we threw and kicked the ball be cause it hurt our nose and in games we cursed the devils because we lost the prize. The ball was not to blame nor the devils of hell; we ourselves were to blame. And transferring the blame is no solu tion; the fault is always in man. What is the use of transferring the administration of a public trust from a group of commoners to a group of aristocrats if we still leave both greedy and dishonest? Why blame the house when its occupants do not endeavor to make it a home? Why blame the piano for the single false note struck by the musician? Why blame Congress and the Ad ministration when the actions of these two bodies are really the actions of the human beings who compose them? In other words, we must first remake the Filipino if we hope to remake this country and its institutions. I am not saying that political, economic and social reforms are useless, insignificant. I am only saying that they come next to the remaking of the Filipino. No won der, cognizant of the predicament the Filipino is in today, a big shot of the Liberal Party bluntly dis closed to his boss that the people are looking up to the "Glamour Boy" for a rallying point for a re turn to our old moorings and moral values as we knew them before the war. In his impassioned speech last night at Fuente Osmena, the "Glamour Boy" himself told the immense crowd around him that the Filipino people of today from every walk of life and from every corner of the country are clamor ing for the return of ethics and honesty in the government, the es tablishment of an efficient govern ment dedicated to justice and service and the renewal of our moral va lues. Do you think the two socalled prominent gentlemen of our government would bngage in throw ing invectives against each other, one dubbing the other as hiding in his so-called "Vested Interests", while the other hits back with more bitter accusations that the other fellow has enriched himself while in Office, if deep down inside there was love instead of hate, forgive ness instead of revenge? "Out of the treasure of the heart, the mouth speaketh." Ladies and Gentlemen: When we see that aged and sickly woman dressed in rags slowly and weakly picking up the grains of corn covered with dust and dung down there in the har bor, placing them one by one into her can, perhaps her only faithful companion on earth and returning to her hovel in silence and lone liness, our hearts ache for her. What, we ask, are the afflictions of the rich? They have their loved ones to cheer, comforts to rejoice in, wealth to divert and dissipate their griefs. What are the worries of the fortunates? They have their mansions to protect them against the weather, doctors to watch their health, treasures to buy power, prestige and honor; but the tribu lations of the poor, who have no outward devices to mitigate the heartaches, of the cargador to whom life seems best when there are sacks to load and unload and who can look for no soft couch after the day's fatiguing work — the miseries of economic slaves, sick, underpaid, unhappy, clinging to the single thread of uncertain life. These are indeed the sorrows which make us realize the ever-widening chasm separating the rich and the poor — afflictions that communist agitators can easily turn to violent anger, a destructive whirlwind that will carry all of us into slave camps or into our untimely graves. Unless we face honestly this grim reality and do something with it, unless the rich stop exploiting the poor and the poor cease en vying the rich, unless the Filipino reform within himself, unless we shall be honest to our selves by boosting to the presidency a man whose tested honesty and justice have won many a disillusioned Huk back to the faith and gov ernment of our ancestors and have evoked a world-wide acclaim and admiration among the democracy loving peoples of the world, we can never hope to save our Ship of State from going to the rocks. There are more dark clouds than sunshine. Ladies and Gentle men, in today's picture of our country; yet in it, there, too, is the silver-lining. Our country believes much still can be done to brighten her picture. This is why she is appealing to you to rally behind her cause. She needs your help: moral, mental, physical and ma terial. If you are a genius, she needs your brains; if you are strong, she needs your strength; if you are poor, she needs your spirit; if you are rich, she needs your genero sity; if you are a saint, she needs your prayers and your virtues, and if you are truly a great country man like "Glamour Boy" there who was only to bold to court the anger of a mighty President as well as the displeasure of his fellow, parly(Continued on page 34) ON DA LEVEL. . . (Continued from page 6) overlooked, deliberately we sup pose, is the carriage of the spirit of fair play, of good clean fun and fellowship. Activities sponsored jointly by schools are intended to enhance better understanding and to promote harmony and at the same time to determine the stand ards of each. This is some kind of comparison which allows for im provement. It is unethical to em ploy foul and underhanded methods to get on top of the heap. college editors in this city have started with the right foot in or ganizing the CEGS. At the rate things are going, we expect better things to happen. the tempest over the religious con troversy has simmered down con siderably although people here abouts — some of them at least — have snapped quite frequently with quaint I-don't-want-the-Church-tobe-over-bearing injunctions. They point out that the more than thousands of school kids should go find an accomodating padre and swamp his convent. The school house is government property. Of all the... well, now. . . the Cebu Press Club should chide the editorial contest winners for being so damned serious. The college editors couldn't take a rib, we suppose. Nothing like raising a laugh once in a while, eh? SUMMER, 1953 Page 31 be disturbed. I have a headache." Towards mid-morning no Mr. Vasquez arrived, and Elisa decided to dismiss her class early. She would go home and take a nap. She lacked sleep because of the barrio dance last night. The supervisor might come in the afternoon. So she told the class, "Everyone should come early this afternoon, ha?" There was a warning note in her tone. The children nodded. She was awakened by the clap clap of the window panes against the sides of the house, and by rain dripping from the leaking roof. Manding Meona, her landlady, was busy patching the roof in the kitchen. "Sounds like a storm, a heavy one, too," Manding said. "Sus, 1 hope Poten is no longer out in the field. What time is it, Lisa?" Sleepily, Elisa looked at her watch, "Two-thirty." She suddenly sat up. The child ren. They were waiting for her this time, trapped inside the dilapi dated schoolhouse in the storm. She felt her hands grow cold and like one dazed, she got up to dress. Manding Meona asked faintly from the kitchen, "Where are you going?" Elisa did not answer. With trembling hands, she tore at the zipper of her dress and groped for her old shoes. She put a sweater on top of her head, and ran down the bamboo stairs almost tripping. The winds were very strong. Elisa had a hard time keeping her feet on the ground. With lowered head, hands gripping her sweater, she followed through the haze the torn-beaten path to the schoolhouse. The coconut trees shook violently, swaying to and fro no longer beau tiful and caressing but deadly. She ran blindly on. The rain fell in torrents now, making the way doubly hard for her. When she reached the com field, she stumbled many times along the slippery trail. And every time she thought she would stop and just lie there. But something urged her on! Was it fear of the consequences? Supposing, suppos ing- — oh, God, let her not think! She got up dazedly, the angry wind lashing against her cold, wet body. The wind, the rain, and the mud made progress very slow for her. She got a stick of old bamboo in the corn grass to help her across — The Rescue — (Continued from page 5) the way. Soon she reached the bank of the river. She saw in the confusion of her mind that the river was almost impassable. The rapids were now one curling, swirling torrent, bring ing in its wake twigs, boulders and tree trunks. But Elisa was unmind ful of this. She only saw a vision of crying, frightened tots around each other's arms shouting, "Inay! Inay! Itay! Itay!" Lord! Let them be so afraid that they won't venture out, that they hadn't ventured out! Elisa twitched involuntarily. At the same time she put her feet in the water. The current almost carried her away! She regained her balance and planted her feet firmly into the sand. She moved one step, two, and fell. The wind and the whirling waters were too much for her. She clutched at a big boulder. Half dragging, half carrying her body, she moved on to the next boulder. She was now in the middle of the stream hugging the boulder tightly when she saw the danger. A big log, almost the width of the whole river, was coming her way! She tried to get up, to run the remain ing distance, but it was like running in quicksand. She could not even drag herself up to await what was coming. Manding Meona was worried sick. She cursed herself for a fool! Why had she never thought Elisa would go out? She must have been gone full thirty minutes while she was in the kitchen. Elisa must have tried to save her books and her lesson plan! These teachers! When her Candida grew up, she would never let her become a teacher. There was panic in her voice as she shouted to her nearest neighbor, "Tasyo! Tasyo!" Tasyo, who was putting a prop for his house, cried, "What is it?" "Ma'm Piamonte has gone out in the storm! Perhaps to get her books in school!" "Susmariosep! Sepa, Sepa!" Tas yo called his wife. "Call Tonio to finish this. I'm going after Ma'm Piamonte." On the way, Tasyo met Poten and Teban soaked to the skin. He told them about Elisa. "I was at Ingco Leon's for some time after the storm broke," Poten explained. "Else I would have seen Elisa in the field. Quickly, double your pace. She always passes this way." When they reached the bank of the river, they saw no one. "Teban, you go downstream," Poten directed. Teban ran all the way. "Tasyo, up the river. I'll try to cross somehow. Perhaps Elisa is in school by now." But as he looked at the hungry, slashing waters, he doubted it. Presently, Teban was shouting, "There she is. Hurry!" Poten and Tasyo ran. They saw her, barely hanging on the big log. her face partly hidden in the water. She was still conscious. "A rope, quick!" somebody cried. Poten unloosed the rope at his side with nervous fingers. He had to hurry. When those currents take Elisa further downstream, it would be too late. "Lisa!" Poten shouted. "Lisa! grab the rope!" With the first throw, Lisa's limp hand could hardly reach the rope. Poten tried again, while the waters carried Lisa down, down — The men ran ahead and Poten threw the rope with all his might. The rope landed at arm's length of Lisa. "Grab it!" The three men shouted simultaneously. Elisa heard that shout as if from a dream, so faint it was. Through blurred, stinging eyelids, she saw Ingco Poten, Teban, and Tasyo ex cited, signing her to hold something. A rope. Yes, she saw it and took hold of it. But she was so tired and she wanted to sleep. She closed her eyes. She heard the men again. Why were they shouting and why was she in the water? She looked around her — at the raging ele ments. And she saw the log she was hanging on to, and she re membered. Strength surged through her whole being! The kids, those innocent kids must not suffer on account of her! She held the rope tighter and felt it tugged hard.'' When Elisa awoke, there was no more echo in her ears, no more swoshing and snarling. And she was no longer cold. She was in her own room covered with thick blankets, and when she opened her eyes, Manding Meona was bending over her. "Drink this hot ginger, dear," Manding Said. But the children — Elisa tried to get up. Manding held her down gently. "It's all right, It's all right. Drink this first." Page 32 THE CAROLINIAN Manding did not seem to un derstand. She must get up and ascertain if, if ,— she sank her head into the pillow. "It was one awful storm," it was Doro's voice in the veranda. “When I recalled that Ma'm Piamonte had a headache, and might be late, I went to the schoolhouse, fearful that that naughty lad of mine would wander off with the rest of the kids. The rain blew harder instead and the winds shook the trees terribly, that I decided to stay till after the tempest was over." "The children," somebody asked, "did they not cry all over you?" "Oh, no. They thought it was fun. We even played hide and seek." There was general laughter. "Some parents came to take the children away," Doro continued, "but I advised them to wait till the storm subsided." "Say, Doro, how clever is your boy?" one of the men wanted to know. "Huh? As clever as I am. Says two plus two is five. Isn't that cute?" Elisa smiled in spite of herself. These people — these dear good people — serious, gay, human, all human. They gave her back her life and with it, another chance. The tears came, and she buried her face in her pillow. "What is it, child?" Manding asked. "Nothing," Elisa whispered. Manding touched her forehead and stroke her hair tenderly. EVERYTHING I HAVE . . . (Continued from page 9) last lines of dialogue and oratories, including the ad libs (which would clinch things — I thought). I couldn't wait for the weekend to come fast enough. When finally it staggered in, I was feeling like a knight going into a pitched battle with ten dragons and a row of windmills after that. Dressed and perfumed like any lovesick, gibber ing adult-lescent (that's a combina tion college sophomore, wallflower and deadbeat), I sallied out to where the trucks were parked wait ing for the excursionists. If I could only manipulate things so I could sit beside her, I thought... she ■knows by now; it shouldn't be dif ficult to begin. .. well, she smiled at me last week, maybe there's Manila Calling Cebu (Continued from page 12) sor, NIMIA DOROTHEO, who is going to kiss her Cebu days good bye by enrolling in a Manila uni versity come June. . . . DELIA SAGUIN, snooping around for Campuscrats... LUZ MANCAO SANDIEGO, here to do the Fair-way. .. MIKE CELDRAN, an intern at the PGH... JIMMY DUMON, plodding out of Quiapo, heaping with bun dles. .. Mrs. SALUD SANTOS, walk ing down the Elizabeth's gang plank. . . EMMA DEL ROSARIO, LUDY AND ROSE MORALES, Cen tral Marketing. Shinbusters DE JE SUS, POMAR, QUINO, BALLESTE ROS, VALMAYOR, et al, of William Lines XI.... 1950 USC ROTC Com mandant, Major JUAN, on duty at FT. MCKINLEY... No tour of Manila would be complete without a trip to Balara. Traipsing around the place, we caught glimpses of JUAN TANATO, a Society of St. Paul seminarian. . . ROSITA TY, USC campus cyno sure. .. Miss BUENCONSEJO (we're ashamed to admit her first name escapes us for a moment), an exUSC ROTC kaydette gal... CAMI LO DEJORAS, playing bings with relatives... SOCRATES PILAPIL, a C. E. Junior at MIT. Esquiring the GURBUXANI sisters were GEORGE ARCILLA, BRAULIO ARRIOLA, DO MINGO ZABALA, EMETERIO ALLERE — all sporting, the Ft. McKinley army cut. They say they've got quite a team in camp, spearheaded by "cover-boy" SAGARDUI, DIONALDO, RUBI, and ARRIOLA. Watching passers-by from the Baby Quezon Terrace were MOMMY CA MACHO and her kid, CAROLINA. To escape the Manila summer heat, we boarded a BAL bus for Baguio. Within an hour, the Cen tral Plains lay sprawling before us. Luzon's sore spot was peaceful enough, what with BCTs at every hope... by golly, it's now cr never!.. . They were there already. They were chattering and laughing, ex pectant, eager — and perfectly at ease. It would be quite a day! Then the teacher arrived. Miss Ro berta O. Dil, with two sisters, a cousin, a maid and about a half dozen invited friends (what, no pet dog?, I mused). And we went off — all but Helen. She didn't come along. turn of the road. In Bulacan, we passed orchard after orchard of mangos and towering bamboo grooves. The smell of burnt sugar cane engulfed us when we hit Pampanga. Next stop was Tarlac, CPR's home province. Upon cross ing the Plaridel Bridge, longest span in the Islands, we knew we were already in Pangasinan, the bocayo province. From here, we began the slow climb, zigzagging our way to the Pines City. The air gradually became cooler and cool er. One-lane bridges, down-toearth road signs like "Drive like hell and you"ll be in hell," and Ifugaos in multi-colored - outfits fleeted by. A few minutes more and then, we were in the heart of the Simla of the Philippines — truly the cleanest city this side of the globe. From the Kennon Hotel where we roomed during our stay, we lost no time in trekking to the SVD quarters at Sunnyside. Lady Luck must have been with us for all the SVD Fathers then on vacation were in, it being dinnertime. Because they were on retreat, we merely got passing nods from FR. WROCKLAGE, FR. CREMERS, FR. LAZO, and FR. FLORESCA. But FR. SZMUTKO and FR. TSAO forsook their chow if only to be able to say howdy to us. In the course of our tete-a-tete, we learned that Atty. AURELIO C. FERNANDEZ and FA BIAN VILLORIA were recent visi tors, that LOURDES DEJORAS is a member of the Canonesses of St. Augustine order. Taking a bus back, who do you think sat beside us? Former USC Rector, Fr. DING MAN, who stunned us when he called us by our given name. Gosh, after these years! With Mrs. E. C. MORALES, we dropped by the con vent of the Most Blessed Sacrament to call on NELLIE PATALINGHUG. She's a Pink Sister now, whatever that means. Downtown, we met Atty. MAX MACEREN, whose job with the Court of Appeals keeps him headquartered in this city. Well, we've travelled many a mile, seen all sorts of people and places; yet, for us, Cebu is still the best place there is. Come dust, bugs, flies, and what have you, it will always be home — and that spells all the difference. SUMMER, 1953 Page 33 --------------------------------She Comes Mack a Savant (Continued from page 3) bent for everything that is beautiful in thought and feeling. Faculty member Miss Leonor Borromeo of the USC Col lege of Liberal Arts, Dr. Rodil's former teacher, when asked to comment on the subject of this interview, enthused: Look ing at her and thinking of the many things she has accom plished, I feel like one standing before a shop-window on a raw Christmas night and feeling empty-handed and poor!" And she had to admit Dr. Rodil’s efficiency as a student under her when she further said, "I wish I can have even just one-fourth of her diligence!" And that from her former mentor and dear friend. Dr. Rodil is likeable and friendly. Anybody in her presence feels at home with her contagious sense of humor and charming repartees. In the course of this interview, she had more than amply given evidences of her agile thinking powers. We could not pin her down into committing as to which institution she loves most out of the three which has nurtured her. But she was profuse in her averment when she enthused that she loves all of the three equally. And yet, a particular meaning can be deduced with her coming back to USC. . . that she loves this alma mater more. This summer has seen her doling out what she knows about Principles of Education and Ethics to undergraduates and Socio-Educational Situation of the Philippines to the students of the Graduate School. We did not need to fathom out the Doctor's impressions about USC. She was open about them. She believes that, generally speaking, USC compares very well with any insti tution in Manila. She likes the kind of environment we have at the USC campus which is conducive to study, and the high standards which the- University has safe-guarded and maintained. But finally, perhaps without intending it, she crowned San Carlos with her last words: "Of course I like San Carlos or I would not have come back." And her words are in themselves a pledge of love and respect for San Car los. . . an eloquent proof as to the reason why Carolinians are so acute in coming back to this home where precious me mories live, and whose hallowed walls evoke in every trueblue Carolinian heart sublime feelings of loyalty and devotion. WHAT DO YOU THINK . . . (Continued from page 27) "The Recto-Castelo light should be continued, even, I would say, to the bitter end.” Felix Eamiguel • FELIX EAMIGUEL, College of Law, says: "It is useless of Recto and Castelo to be hurling brick bats at each other when the country needs more constructive ellorts. People become so engrossed in in trigues and imbroglio that they forget about the more essential and delicate tasks they should render to their country. We are forced by internal and external dangers which need close and careful attention if we must protect our ideology. There is no time for puttering around pick ing quarrels. Right now, a big bully is trying to stub our corns. We ought to fight him and teach him a lesson in meekness. Besides, much as we would like to know the truth about the RectoA CAROLINIAN . . . (Continued from page 16) many degrees and doctorates, still, not satisfied of all these beads of achievements, he plowed further to delve on the mysteries of tomorrow and the unseen gyrations of yes terday. His unwavering thirst for more knowledge knew no bounds. To cultivate his mind fully, to en rich his spiritual capacities, to fur bish his moral endeavors... these are the true marks of a well cul tured man. .. Reverend Father MA NUEL SALVADOR. To all these we can meekly say that there is a seemingly perpetual attraction in this man to that pot of knowledge at the foot of the rainbow. To the layman, with all these bundle of learning tucked safely in him, it is time for him to settle down in a comfortable corner and rest. He has come to the point of earthly satisfaction, armed well enough to clash with the forces of hardships and virtuous sacrifices. For us, the preparation is met: now, for the real battle. For him, it isn't even the beginning of the prepa ration ... he is yet to step on the first rung of the ladder. We do not know how many honors are there yet for us to await by way of his restless strive for perfection. We do not know how Castelo battle, it usually never comes out. The combatants are not on even terms and it is very un likely that they will ever be. One is so low he can crawl under a lizard's belly." LETS BE HONEST , . ._________ (Continued on page 31) men and who could still with child like sincerity, even risking assasination, disclosed to the citizenry the hurting truth which caused so much misery and confusion of this once peaceful country, if you can be that other man, then let you also be our guiding light until all the forces within and without us shall have subsided. And then when you and I and every true and faithful son and daughter of our country shall be standing beside her and shall lift her chin in pride and confidence; when you and I can proudly present her to the noble and dignified society of free nations, then can we withdraw from this earthly stage bowing with joy and peace in our hearts, carrying the happy thought that we have left an everlasting souvenir to the world, that we have given our share in making a solid bastion in these beautiful islands of ours, a realiza tion of the only outpost of Christian Democracy in the PACIFIC. many laurels he will yet garner: and by these, San Carlos will re joice at the sight of a man once her child, and has came back once again to her laps with a ransom of knowledge. And we should await not only with fervor and admiration of the man but also with prayer and thanksgiving to the Almighty that as he had left us with honors, he came back to us with more honors. Page 34 THE CAROLINIAN • 1953 siccion Ga^GeHciMa o Sfln CARLOS Q_JzAN CARLOS Institucion anciana— Alta sembradora de sabiduria, Nuncio noble de la fe cristiana, Colegio de cabal nombradia. Ardiente y firme es nuestro amor. Reaccion de su cuidado maternal. Lustrosos son sus alumnos con honor Orgullo escolar y tambien nacional, San Carlos vivira y adelante ira! Por CATALINO M. GONZALES Post Graduate SUMMER, 1953 Page 35 INTERIOR VIEW OF THE U.S.C. CHAPEL ON THE THIRD STORY OF THE ANNEX BLDG. Page 36 THE CAROLINIAN LET’S "P R A C T I C E HOUSE” "Practising House* wives — that's how we were branded! Nice. Isn't It? Hm... Here between the walls of the practice house con one not only pretend but actually have the chance to apply what has been learn ed In the class rooms ..for one solid month with the title of "Queen of the House" minus the "King." With all the conveniences provided us. we were able to oct as house keepers I efficient? I as well as home makers. Others are still wondering what the activities are be tween the walls of the practice house. So here goes........ I quoting Miss Milagros Sol). R-l-N-G- classes commence. Watch the house, Dang! —And that Is how a coed of the USC Home Economics De partment revealed, with these pictures to Illustrate, when queried as to what goes on with the H.E. Practice House. Hungry after classes? Hm-m- Wonder what's cookin'! MY CATHOLICF.AITH (1953 EDITION) by Most Reverend LOUIS L.R. MORROW, D.D. Bishop of Krishnagar A complete Catechism in pictures. A layman's Manual of Theology, embracing Faith, Morals, Sacraments, Liturgy. O Questions and answers from the revised Baltimore Catechism. Biblical quotations from the new trans lation of the Bible of the Confraternity of Christian Doctrine. Other topics not strictly doctrinal—such as Science and the Bible, Eastern Churches, Roman Curia, Church and State, Capital and Labor, Social Jus tice, Evolution, Catholic Action, Catholic Welfare Organization, Papal election, Papal Decorations, are discussed in separate lessons. An Alphabetical Index with over 8,000 references. PART ONE — 180 pages . . . PART TWO — 92 pages . .. Pl.20—Pl.30 pp. PART THREE — 184 pages .. .. COMPLETE — (Cloth bound) 426 pages .... P5.60—P5.90 pp. Each lesson complete on facing pages with an instructive illustration. Approved text-book for High Schools, Colleges in in several dioceses. Send, to; CATHOLIC TRADE 1916 Oroquieta, Manila Size 7 x 10 inches, 212 illustrations, 428 pages. SCHOOL p. o. Box 2036 Printed