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Title: The Carolinian
Issue Date: Volume XVII (Issue No.1) August 1953
Year: 1953
Language: English
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extracted text: Zn>iM in. the WnlaeMity. tn/ San Qoi&oa. de&u, City COURSES OFFERED WITH GOVERNMENT RECOGNITION 1. COURSES Acad. Secondary REC. SERIES 1946 EFFECTIVITY DATE Rec.- 258 Feb. 27, 1946 May 18, 1946 2. Gen. Lib. Arts A. A.Rec. t 336 1946 Feb. 27, 1946 June 20, 1946 3. (Pre-Nursing) Pre-Medicine Rec.- 337 1946 Feb. 27, 1946 June 20, 1946 4. A.C.S. Rec.- 338 1946 Feb. 27, 1946 June 20, 1946 5. Pre-Law (A.A.) Rec.- 339 1946 Feb. 27, 1946 June 20, 1946 6. Kindergarten Rec.- 447 1947 July 1, 1947 Aug. 27, 1947 7. Elementary Rec. = 448 1947 July 1, 1947 Aug. 27, 1947 8. E.T.C. Rec.- 449 1947 Nov. 17, 1947 Aug. 27, 1947 9. Law (LL.B.) Rec.- 450 1947 Nov. 17, 1947 Aug. 24, 1947 10. B.S.E. Rec.- 451 1947 July 1, 1947 Aug. 27, 1947 11. B.S.C. Rec.= 452 1947 Nov. 18, 1947 Aug. 27, 1947 12. Post Grad. (Educ.) Rec.- 199 1948 July 1, 1948 April 6, 1948 13. A.B. Rec.- 200 1948 July 1, 1948 April 6, 1948 14. C.S.S. Rec.- 490 1948 July 1, 1948 Aug. 28, 1948 15. Secondary H.E. Rec.- 171 1951 July 1, 1951 Nov. 7, 1951 16. B.S.H.E. Rec.z 172 1951 July 1, 1951 Nov. 7, 1951 17. B.S.Pharm. Rec.- 173 1951 July 1, 1951 Nov. 7, 1951 18. B.S.C.E. Rec.- 174 1951 July 1, 1951 Nov. 7, 1951 19. B.S.E.E. Rec.- 415 1953 June 15, 1953 May 2, 1953 20. B.S.M.E. Rec.- 416 1953 June 15, 1953 May 2, 1953 21. 1-Yr. Special H.E. Rec.- 669 1953 June 15, 1953 June 5, 1953 22. B.S. (Major in Chem. or Zool.) Rec.- 670 1953 June 15, 1953 June 5, 1953 23. Night H.S. (6 Yrs.) Rec.= 671 1953 June 15, 1953 June 5, 1953 24. ETC-HE Rec.- 672 1953 June 15, 1953 June 5, 1953 COURSES OFFERED WITH GOVERNMENT PERMITS 1. B.S. Arch. — I-IV T.P.- 369 1953 June 15, 1953 June 6, 1953 2. Pre-Dental — I-II T.P.- 356 1953 June 15, 1953 June 5, 1953 3. B.S. (Major in Physics) — I-IV T.P. 5 357 1953 June 15, 1953 June 5, 1953 4. A.B. (Major in Philosophy) T.P. - 358 1953 June 15, 1953 June 5, 1953 5. M.S.B.A.—(One Yr)T.P.- 359 1953 June 15, 1953 June 5, 1953 6. B.S.E.Ed. — I-IV T.P.' 472 1953 June 15, 1953 June 12, 1953 7. Chem. Eng’ng I-III T.P.- 494 1953 June 15, 1953 June 12, 1953 Vol. XVII No. 1 C A O L n N D A N 7953 (~ke &,2itoiiaQ. T3oat2 EMILIO B. ALLER — Editor-in-Chief JESSE VESTIL, VICENTE N. LIM, Associate Editors; LILIA CINCO, ROSARIO TEVES, CLEMENCIA NEPOMUCENO, Literary Editors; BUDDY B. QUITORIO, NESTOR MORELOS, PATROCINIO CASTE LLANO, Feature Editors; BARTOLOME C. DE CASTRO, VICTORIA PARAS, IGNACIO SALGADO, JR., News Editors; DELIA SAGUIN, ELSA VALMONTE, LUCITA SALAZAR, Society Editors; ARISTON P. AWITAN, JR., BRENDA ESMERO, Exchange Editors; JOSE CERILLES, JOHNNY MERCADO, Alumni Editors; TOMAS ECHIVARRE, RENE SAGUIN, CATALINA MICUBO, Sports & P. E. Editors; DESIDERIO ANDO, Military Editor; ADOLFO CABAILO, JESUS DE LA SERNA, LEONARDO LADERA, Art Editors; JOSE P. DE LA RIARTE & CESAR MILLA, Reporters; NAPOLEON G. RAMA, ROSITA TY, BENJAMIN CARREDO, Contributing Editors. C. FAIGAO — Adviser REV. FR. BERNARD WROCKLAGE, S.V.D., & FULVIO C. PELAEZ Moderators CAROLINIANA ........................................ EDITORIALS ............................................ VNL’s PAGE .............................................. THRILLS OF TRAVEL ......................... FILIPINAS ................................................ BEST FRIEND ........................................ POEMS ........................................................ DADDY KNOWS ...................................... CAMPUSCRATS ........................................ A DAY WITH A COP ....................... BREEZING AWAY ................................. “THE THINGS” ........................................ DAWN WAS BREAKING ..................... ON DA LEVEL ........................................ WHAT IS RUSSIAN COMMUNISM? THE ROVING EYE ............................. PEBBLES FOR MEMORIES ............. SINK IT IN .............................................. MELODRAMA ON TORN SOCKS .. LOVE OF WISDOM ............................... ENROLMENT WITH A BANG! .... WHAT DO YOU THINK? ................. ROTCHATTER .......................................... WHERE IS CHARLIE? ......................... SIZIN ‘EM UP .......................................... PICTORIAL STORY ............................... THEY HITCHED THEIR WAGON TO A STAR ............................. by E. B. A. SPORTS ROUND-UP......................... edited by Tommy Echirarre and Rene Saguin ALUMNI CHIMES ............... conducted by Jose Cerilles USC IN THE NEWS .......................................... ANG STO. NINONG DAGSA ....................... SECCION CASTELLANA ................................. THE ROMANCE OF THE GREEN CROSS ............................. by Lilia Cinco ....................... by Delia Saguin ........................... by Jesse Vestil ................... by Brenda Esmero ............... by Nestorius Morelos ... by Ariston P. Awitan, Jr. ................. with Buddy Quitorio by Rev. M. I). Forrest, M.S.C. ... by Ariston P. Awitan, Jr. . . . . by Crisostomo B. Torres ........ by Bartolome de Castro ........ by Necisio Z. Ilago ......................... by Ben Carredo ........................... by B. K. Torio . conducted by Buddy Quitorio ..................... by Desiderio Ando ............. by Ignacio Salgado, Jr. ............... by Pat L. Castellano 2 3 4 6 by Rev. Fr. Rector .... by Jake Verle . by Rosario Teves ................................. 8—10 11 12 13 14 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 26 29 30 31—34 35 39 tnd Johnny Mercado 41 ............................... 43—52 ................. by J.P.V. 61 63 64 by Bartolome de Castre (^Ut C.O0CI: God's eloquently upturned Hond presents Youth to our schools which mold him further occording to the precepts of the Creotor's love for oil Humanity. When tutorship ends, he goes out into the world alone. For him, the future might be uncertain. But with God's love os guide and inspiration, he trudges on and on, un afraid and unbowed. The sketch is done by Adolfo Cabailo as inspired by the last paragraph of editorial "Student Opinion Grossly Maligned" of this issue.—EDITOR. By LEO BELLO A SHINING EXAMPLE To be a Smith-Mundt and Fullbright scholar is something to crow about. It can rarely happen, if at all, to any student of any university in the Philip pines. It has only happened to one USC graduate; and that, in itself, is a signal honor for San Carlos taking into consideration that there have been only very few institutions in our country to whose students this combination travel — and — scholarship grant has been awarded. His un usual achievement makes him a choice morsel for this issue's Caroliniana. Engr. Victorino Gonzalez, who graduated summa cum laude from the College of Engineering of the Univer sity of San Carlos and took fifth place in the 1950 Board Examinations for Civil En gineers is that particular person who was granted a year's Smith-Mundt-Fullbright scholarship and tra vel grant. He went to Stanford University in the early part of 1952 and came back to San Carlos in March, this year, with a Master of Science in Civil Engineering (MSCE) degree appended to his name. As we would have it said with a cliche, "he brought home the ba con,” and USC is glad to have it happen to one of her alumni. The singular success story of Engr. Gonzalez is one that awes and inspires. It awes in that it is the first time that a graduate of USC has meritoriously been so honored. It inspires in that, Carolinian students can very well use his story as a shining example urging them to greater eifort and enthusiasm in their studies. They are made to realize that perseverance, persistence, constancy and enthu siasm in applying one's self to his studies may earn for himself some kind of due reward. Students are enlivened by the incentive that sometime, somehow, they also may acquire for themselves awards worthy of the time and effort they exert in their school work. This is the great significance of Engr. Gonzalez's achievement to every Carolinian heart. Prof. VICTORINO GONZALEZ "Smiling thru. . HUMANIANA, NO HOLDS BARRED; OR HOW FREE MUST A STUDENT PRESS BE?— This here question is quite an order. Still, we are attempting to answer it indirectly here. Our world is mad, if ever we saw one. . . The saving grace left might only be that even if a lot of people, high or low may disagree with us, we still are free to register our reactions in black and white. It has come to pass that the bursitis evolved into the tummy ulcers ... Nestor Morelos shed a co coon and developed into Nestorius, which gradually chameleoned into notorius (boy! it should stick to him as the final stage in the complete metamorphosis of a pestiferous insect) with his persistent knack in putting into task our so-called galamorous coo-eds ... On-DaLevel smugness could still splash kerplunk below da level if charges that Buddy Quitorio played the role of flying voter during the melo dramatic Lex Circle elections hold a tank-full of water. We wonder, can it be pos sible that Buddy has over grown himself and sprouted wings?. . . . Scholarships could not be granted to the scribes of this here mag. They say that would be goodbye to amateurism. . . The Student Council could not be revived within the couple of years or so past, due to the allegedly 'Invul nerable opposition of just one tyro who is alleged to consistently and nastily (three cheers for his trouble!) throws iced water into the students' and some under standing professors' burning enthusiasm at framing up one for the welfare of the students....... . . It has come to pass that the "Honorable" Sickly-tarry of lust-tease allegedly bullied a Colonel into an attempt to arrest Hizzoner the Mayor of Manila without the necessity of a warrant. .. The "messiah" of Cebu fool-itics gets into the hair of his own "respected" old man and receives a sound spanking on the seat of his pants via the press. (Continued on /ntf/e 5.1) Page 2 THE CAROLINIAN — — ~-^€)cliforia(s 30e6.eonte K^one On the arrival of the Rev. Fr. Albert van Gansewinkel, our be loved Rector, from abroad last July 2, 1953, all Carolinian hearts excitedly pulsed up and in unison exclaimed: "Father Rector, welcome home to San But in spite of the hectic receptions, the beaming smiles and warm handclasps of welcome which followed his arrival, nobody overlooked the great significance of his recent trip abroad and his having been received back at San Carlos as a hero. For Father Rector has brought back with him actual ities in the offing out of the "visions, unlimited" which he first carried with him when he left six months ago. And yet, whatever results his top-important mission abroad has garnered for San Carlos, whatever visions, dreams, hopes and plans to be crystalixed soon in our midst which will serve as proofs of the success of his mission, the happy fact that Father Rector is now back with us to paternally listen to our plaints and our needs, comforts and gladdens every Caro linian heart in the Administration, the Faculty and the stu dent body. latter." And, we hasten to add, that if there should be suc cessful efforts to gag the expression of truth, there would be an end to free writing. We therefore beg your temperance over whatever is printed in The Carolinian as we would beg it of you over whatever is printed in other newspapers and magaxines which may happen to be not of your liking. After all the printed word is only as human as those who write it. TOe ~A)eed the Student Council The acute need of a Student Council has long been felt by the student body of this University. This need cannot be over looked. It ought not to have been overlooked. The whole student body of this University needs to come together and deli berate on things for its own good if only to train the students to think for themselves. And more. They will be given the chance to act for themselves, thus developing their initiative to plan constructively for the common welfare and to solve common problems together. That would only be in consonance with a sound principle that an institution of learning should not only cultivate the students* morality and mentality, but also their capacity to think and plan for themselves. Therefore, it is not enough that plans for a Student Council merely freexe while in the formulation stage. They should thaw into liquid action under the inspirational warmth of those concerned. Student 0pinion <£iossQii ~/ft.aligne.d Among the valuable things that some peo ple are liable to grossly take for granted, student opinion is one. They think that dents, tender in age and pre mature in judg ment; and that, therefore, whatever ideas and opinions their minds may evolve concerning a lot of things are better than mulled upon. This presumptuous narrow-mindedness and perverted sense of judgment among mistrusting elders can be ascrib ed to various causes. On account of their tender age and excitable young blood, students sometimes act silly and (Continued on page ~>0) the. Ptinted lX)otd Sometimes people get heated up about something printed which they believe should not be print ed at all. That is justifiable, because people should sound off their opinions re garding matters that concern them. side prevail without hearing the other simply because they sincerely be lieve In their own opinions. It is more just that both sides be given a chance to speak out and be heard. Or that all opinions about the matter in question be considered before a wellbalanced judgment and a sensible course of action be formu lated. Because the press is free as long as it does not stray from truth and from the bounds of the laws of the land. Benjamin Franklin was known to have written, "that the opinions of men are as varied as their faces and that it is unreasonable in any one man or set of men to expect to be pleased with everything that is printed. . . that printers are educated in the belief that when men differ in opinion, both sides ought equally to have the advantages of being heard by the public; and that when truth and error have fair play, the former is always an overmatch for the AUGUST, 1953 Page 3 Vicente N. Lim THROUGH • by VNLIM now, alex— the rookies are saying they deliberately and premeditatedly started this term early so that the july fourth parade will have more marchers! well alex, this semester's nincompoopulation makes our society colum nist happy. . . she has many schoolebrities to write about, with empha sis on glamour, natch, 'fyou want proof, why, just abandon this bomboola and skip over to Campuscrats. . . too bad there aren't any pho tos. you'll wonder if they learn as well as they look, which really doesn't make much difference, anyway. come the mid-term murders. . . every prof, teacher, instructor and dean becomes a snoopervisor. . and every student is regarded as a crooked, corrupt, unreliable suspicious character, well before the ac tual sacrifice to the gods of roman law 1, torts & damages, civil proce dure and trial techniques, the profs face goes solemn and from his po dium he announces ominously: "Class, I'm your friend but during the exams I'm your enemy," or some such warning spiels, ho hum. . . . alex, the stall of this rag is in a doleful conspiratorial mood, we're angling for the same breaks they give to the guys who toot the horn and beat the drum, or the moes and schmoes who dribble the ball and lose the game gloriously lor dere ole you-is-see in other words, alex, we'd like to at least be exempt from the USC fees, at least, ain't got no union, though! what we need, alex, besides aspirin pills and posture chairs, is a crusade lor privileged staff members, of course the good old esprit de corps, the loyal-to-alma mater stull, the staunch spirit of whimper lideles, etc., is still intact. . . though some what frayed and shopworn, this rag we bat ourselves ragged to put out reaches many parts of this remarkable globe, we've had readers write in from Ca nada, SVD schools in the States, rome, japan, malabuyoc and santander! ! we've made this, ahem, win an interscholastic contest on college publications, yeh, we probably (?) deserve some payment ex emptions, alex and don't say this is treasonous! that, alex, concludes this wonderful piece of crap, and now to bam boozle that new girl into a movie date without her vigilant stoperone. . . herbie THE USUAL PATTERN. Shortly after classes become regular and falls into the routine rut of precise, clock-like regular ity the matter of class organizations and installation of student class officers follow as surely as a chaser follows a straight whisky shot. Its a scholastic ritual as ancient as a pagan sacrifice, and a tra dition as revered and scrupulously ob served as a national holiday. CANDID CANDIDATES. In any class organization election, the most popular fall guy or pushover usually gets voted class prexy; the prettiest girl in class un questionably becomes the secretary; and the noisiest pair of louts get eased into the dual and ineffective, needless posts of sergeants-at-arms. The rest of the class... the suffragettes, the electorate ...sit back and watch the amusing pro ceedings with a bored air and a naive, indifferent attitude. OH YEAH? Probably the most believ able reason for class organizations.... regardless of every other studied excuse for it!... is that when college celebra tions, school dances or class excursions loom ahead, there is always a handy bunch of students on whom the pro fessor can pass the bucket. Of course (Continued on page GO) Page 4 THE CAROLINIAN 1 A /HEN on Dec. 7, 1952 I left V V Cebu in order to make my annual retreat and spend Christmas in Baguio and later to attend the First Philippine Church Council in Manila, I did not think that I actually began a round-theworld tour. While in Baguio, my correspondence with General Head quarters in Rome took an unex pected turn; more unexpected was a cable, which I received on Jan uary 5, and which plunged me into hectic travel preparations! 1 was going to Rome and home! After 18>/2 years! My attention at the Church Council, solemn and im portant as it was, was quite divided. But there was also a "stimulus satanae" which subdued my joy which otherwise might have grown exuberant. On Jan. 28 I donned a black clerical suit over heavy drops of perspiration, which soon dried up when four humming engines lifted us high above heat and dust into the clear and cool air of the strato sphere. The Star of the Orient of the Philippine Air Lines hung quiet and smooth like a real star in the sky; only the ever changing scene ries deep below reminded us that Rev. Fr. Rector ALBERT VAN GANSEWINKEL, SVD “I'm happy to be back In San Carlos" On his five months abroad, Father Rector narrates with refreshing en thusiasm about the.............. oft we were moving, travelling. We saw the limitless evenness of China and thought of the uproars within man so unnatural to the peaceful placidity of China. After some 10 hours of flying the plane went down in Calcutta for refuelling. A kind Indian brought us to a restaurant where refreshments had been prepared for us. Soon we were up in the air again, looked into the forbidden land of Tibet, and marvelled at the beauty of the Himalaya. We tra velled with the sun from East to West, and though our watches showed 6:00 P.M. (Manila Time), evening would not come. In the late afternoon we reached Karachi and after an hour " on earth” we were on the way to Palestine, where we landed at mid-night. A lady, who spoke English fluently, led us to a Dining Room. She had a beau tiful complexion with flowing brown hair. Such a one could have been the Blessed Virgin, I thought. Of the kindly offered meal we ate little, we tried to feel the touch of the "genius loci" of the land of our Lord instead. But everywhere there were bars and barriers — we were not allowed to see anything. When after an hour our lady-guide brought us back to the plane, I thanked her, somewhat sarcasti cally, for her kindness in showing us around in Palestine. She snap ped, "For your information. Sir, we are in Israel, not in Palestine!" Decidedly, such was not the Blessed Virgin. . . On we flew, direction Rome. The reclining soft chairs with cushions and blankets made the night's rest quite comfortable. But the first rays of the sun that looked over the horizon woke me up. A tinge of gray and blue and red and yellow lay over the Mediterranean and soon spread over Italy. I was to set foot on Europe which had been saturated with blood during my absence and whose people I ex pected to be weary. Rome was covered with fog; a fact I regretted, yet the thrill which I felt recognizing Via Appia is indescribable. Thirty eight hours earlier I had left Manila; thirty four hours I had been in the air. (Continued on page 12) AUGUST, 1953 Page 5 Jake Verio’s Jilipinas ★ THANK YOU, MR. STEVENSON At the last leg of Mr. Adlai Steven son's world tour recently he stepped into the Philippines and made friends. But it was only in Baguio that he pleased him self in walking about the market place "in strict anonymity”. One time, from the corner of his eye he spotted a pintstatured Inhabitant who wore a coat on top and deficiency below. "Oh me, Oh my," said Adlai. Being a politician in his own right, he did not fail to sink his teeth into politics and, grant me to say, when he finally disengaged his molar system from that big hunk of grime he found he needed the very steel brush Itself to work his teeth back to normal. There's no telling he discovered a lot of stench in our government offices from corrup tion to bankruptcy to political hodge podge, all the way down to bursitis, that he had to think twice to get just the proper shade for the title of his ar ticle (now appearing in the June issue of "LOOK"). He had to settle down for "Ballots and Bullets". (A fine example of an allegory, if I get my grammar right.) A sub-title reads: "Politics Calls For Bodyguards". On the lighter side, however, Mr. Stevenson mentions how an average Fi lipino is "20 to 25 per cent worse off than before the war". No other esti mate could go any nearer the truth. But now, "if things are better, they are not good." That statement doesn't have to be a syllogism to go to show that Adlai is not kidding. I remember, during the good old days, one can feed himself down to his shoes for only ten centavos. The Philippines is poor. Do you need another adjective? Ask Mayor Lacson. He might tell you that if a fly dives info our cup of coffee we'll have to squeeze it in order to retrieve the coffee he drank. In fact, we are almost Ignorant of what economic inflation means. The only thing we have ever inflated so far is the presidential ego and the presidential ail ment. Don't mention Philippine economy, brother, or you'll be joking. ★ THE CLOAK AND DAGGER COMEDY If Monroy's killer is a smart man he is a rich man now. Because the deal must have been: Cash first, then do. Otherwise, 50% down. But why bather with figures? One can always get chum my with a flour dealer and rake off the Judas price. But, no matter how they went about it, Arsenio Lacson is not happy. You heard how much he tried chasing the culprit. Why, he personally handled the job. For a while he thought he was a bloodhound and started sniffing. It seems that all he got was a darned cold. No, that's not all. He also got himself be decked with criminal charges: unlawful arrest, illegal detention — let's stop there, the thought already stands be tween my teeth. Hasn't he been sus pended yet? Lesson: When you want to be a blood hound, grow yourself a beard then wait for elections — elections, you know, that period of history when you can swing the old sword around and somebody pays you for it. I thought Arsenio Lacson is a wise bird. ★ GOVERNOR AND PROOFREADER We've got a local newspaper (?) here. I don't mind saying it's the Cebu Daily News. Well, there's a story be hind that. It seems that in 1951, Cebu elected (?) its governor. He's a guy with big ears and plenty of money. He also has a lot he wants to say. So, in order to cover a wide territory, he thought that nothing is better than the printed word. So he bought himself a printing press — and what turned out is what its editor, Napoleon Dejoras, insists to refer to as a newspaper. It's really a daily tabloid that earns its meal tickets by the amount of poli tical rifraff it can pronounce. Meaning, it cannot spread its tablecloth without accelerating Serglng Osmeria. Jr. as the demigod of anti-terrorism and Quirino as the champion of good ment, et cetera, ad infinitum. Elpidio Don't blame them, anyhow, they're just putting into actual calisthenics their freedom of the press. way they're treating the terrorism issue. Here comes Osmeria, Jr. first shaking off his routinary business raiments then going home with the gubernatorial seat. (You must remember that the Nacionallstas were behind him all the way and prac tically dished him that triumph. Heck, wait 'til you see Joe Briones spit out the taste of that unpleasant memory.) Well, the issue that pushed him through was terrorism. He would put a stop to it. Hot jiggity! He snorted like a raving Goliath during the fight. And when he finally dislodged the Cuencos from their stratum, he found that his mission had been accomplished. Well and good. Say, neighbor, do you think that the Cuencos have what it takes to mobilize the army and the constabulary and the jailbirds to adorn the electoral precincts7 Think twice, mind you. If the Cuencos alone were responsible for the 1949 in famy, do you think (in your sanity) that His Excellency Elpidio Quirino, President of the Republic of the Philippines, can simply sit aside like a neo-Nero and observe the complete ruination of Phil ippine prestige? Brother, that's a question for the pri mary grades! We are sure that Quirino just cannot fold his arms in front of him and whisper love niceties to the angels. Why, he'd probably order a mass exe cution of anybody who wears a beard under his nose. But that, actually, Qui rino did not do. Why? Because he knows that he himself will have to con sult the mirror first and ascertain the fact that his face does no longer show any evidences of The Beard. And here in Cebu, our own governor is shaking hands with The Beard — I mean, Quirino. Boy. are they great pals! Are you a Cebuano? Take my con dolences. ★ MORE ON THE PRESIDENT I haven't got the pesos, but take the seat of my pants as a bet that Quirino, at the eleventh hour, will withdraw his candidacy. This fact is understood, I presume, by Serging Osmeria, Jr. — if I have any arithmetic at all. The'fight he is waging in favor of EQ is built on a foundation no more solid than soap suds — and he knows it. But politics is a game. The more aces you throw on the table, the higher the stack of cards you build and the more chances there will be for the other side to bring it down by a breath. Serging is a smart guy. He isn't taking any chances. He has hoodwinked the Nacionallstas once, he can hoodwink Quirino now. And, in the last analysis, he is liable to pull the wool over the eyes of anyone who comes into his sphere of influence. Wise. Wise. (Continued on page 5/,) Page 6 THE CAROLINIAN They are coming, are come, and then, gone; but they are still our T/ HEIRS was a beautiful friendX ship, one of those friendships that lives through childhood. They grew up together. Linda lived in the white-painted house, and Fe was only a short distance from her. Whose house was the nicer, always was an argument to them as kids. Several quarrels of theirs had re sulted because of it. After such quarrels, they would take back all the toys they gave each other, then make faces, shout, and stick their tongues out as long as they dared, to one another. They were not always like that though. They had their friendly moments too. On such occasions, they would confide their secrets to each other. There was the secret they shared which, until now whenever remembered, makes them burst into laughter. It was about the little spare room near the porch of Linda's house. They would take turns peeping through the small hole they made and giggle at the sight they saw. Every morn ing Linda's Tito Peping would enter that room. The things he did inside amused Fe and Linda. He was always unaware of being watched. He would make faces in the mirror, or talk to himself with extra funny noises from his throat. During this friendly moments too, they would promise to be always each other's best friend. In school, they were classmates. A teacher said almost seriously, that he tried not to assign them in dif ferent sections, lest they might sink to nothingness if kept apart even for a few hours. It was always Linda and Fe, and so on until high school. They were closer than ever as high school students. Especially the last two years — for during those years, they experienced first love. They would exchange confi dences, laugh at nothing, and then emit a giggle or two instinctively understanding what the other was thinking of. While in the third year, Linda fell complimented Cupid for Carlos Ocampo, the basketball player. Linda and Fe always laughed whenever they remembered that meeting with Carlos. It happened in the basketball court after they watched a thrilling game. They were disgusted the way it turned out. The team they cheered for lost. "That careless Ocampo guy," they said accusingly. "He thought those passes of his were smart, — pooh!" A voice from behind inter rupted them and patiently explained why the team lost. He was Carlos Ocampo, the tall basketball player. • By ROSARIO TEVES College of Liberal Arts and Sciences • When Linda and Carlos afterwards broke up their little love affair, the two girls thought it even funnier. Linda commented that "it was a perfect ending to an imperfect be ginning." Fe fell in love again in her senior year in high school. His name was Bert. She was proud of him. Linda too, thought him nice and smooth. Graduation to them was excit ing, even long after it was over. They planned to go to college. Un fortunately, Linda's parents refused to send her through college away from home since she was an only child. As if this was not enough, Bert also had to stay. It saddened them. They consoled themselves that at least they will have a meet ing to look forward to when the school year ended. Fe had no idea she would miss Linda so much. The first few days in the university was an ordeal. She was terribly lonely, knowing no one. There is no loneliness like what one feels inside a big crowd, busy with their own selves, unmindful of the others who would have welcomed just one friendly word or look from them. She was grateful that her friends did not forget to write. Lin da's letters did her a lot. They were all so gay and thoughtful. She never forgot to mention Bert, espe cially in the middle part of the year. There were always the words "Bert" or "Bert and I" in her letters. At the latter part of the year, Linda's letters stopped. And more than that, Bert did not answer Fe anymore. Fe wondered why. An other friend of hers, Carmen, wrote her about Bert and Linda hinting (Continued on page 85) AUGUST, 1953 Page 7 From out of o giant nothingness, reach out for. . . (—ke. ^Ansivet by Carpeted by blossoms Of concerted hearts. The choir struck A master-strain Over the cords Beneath the flesh. Her hands unclasped With his was locked Right after vows Were done and pledged. While time passed A prayer was answered With the magnitude Of an untainted rose. I You mold, you create, you and bear for an. . . ■Awakening By APAWITAN JR. My heart's eye Asleep unseeing saw her on the brink Of speaking out pent-up emotions While trying to clutch at hypocrisy she /ell screaming Startling haunting awakened. /Deems (Dvet/faivin. build Experiences can't be as thrilling as the . . . S&ate by BUDDY K. TORJO Now be assured against . by RIA RARUZA Betray you? never. To me — you Are myself: if 1 betray you then I betray. . . me. ft was never like this before I mean this big, hard ball Jumping in my throat. . . I never felt as queer as this before I mean after the first brush of lips An invitation to many more. Page 8 THE CAROLINIAN P/z (-Jttee. Hear ye and be lessoned on ... . to jKake. ^out J-Looe--JLooeQ.ii by NAPOLEON If you must love at all Love well and completely Don't love with your right ventricle And loathe with your left. Do not invite with your eyes And repulse with your lips Nor caress with your words While cursing in your mind. Reflect under the glow of . . by P. L. CASTELLANO That is freedom Liberating my soul To peaceful enchantment Beyond darkened reaches. Here I stand Kissed by winds Above the heights of dreams Exulting on the sight. Darkness passed mother Leaving whitened skulls Where tall grass Now bend in tribute. Lights radiate on her Overflooding, overflowing G. RAMA 11 at all you must love Love well and thoroughly LET EVERY BIT OE YOU FEEL DEVOTION LET EVERY ATOM IN YOU SAY: I LOVE YOU. Driving away shadows: Thus, I craw led-into the noble stature of immortal molave. And in me There is rebirth In my beauty of foliage Off her fecund breast. Now I know there's greatness Even in a single leaf That glitters and sways Under those lights. by ELSA VALMONTE The heart speaks with. . . S&e.ootioti The selfless understanding and sweet compassion you have shown me in spite of all my faults Has shone for me my guiding light That comforts me in solitude and gives me solace in misery. . . Do keep me in your heart protect me with your care And give me more. . . yourself To look up to. Can it be that short, this: Shottest jLooe .StotiJ by LEO BELLO A young man and A young woman gazed into each other's eyes And pink rosebuds bloomed AUGUST, 1953 Page 9 Is it possible? The heart groans with an. . . Ah, ~Aht>ei ^-motional Enigma. by EMILIO B. ALLER Apollo spoils .... by BART DE CASTRO Where else but yonder where night meets dawn Do we keep our rendezvous below Love's glow? Yes, and the twilight dawns early ghosts With the gossamer softness of your silken hair entwining the winking eye of the peeping tom of a morning star into enrapture ogling You never can compose its lyrics into words No, never can you sing out and amply satiate the soul's up-reaching the heart's deep sighing No word nor line can beat the rhythm intone the rime. . . of the music So write not, speak not: it's better felt inside than openly worn else burning embers turn of dead coals. With the softness of your steps uncrushing the pearly tears of the dying night And the warmth ol your touch belying the possibility of a dream And soon, Apollo knocks at the sylvan portals of the east: no more, our ghosts are gone and we emptily stare at the emptiness of a sunny morning. by You've never realized how much you mean To me because you never can reflect On the bitterness and misery 1 bear With love unlettered by the pity, you, And only you can give to hapless me. Alas, 'tis true, I never did reveal To you the depth and warmth of what 1 feel For all the while conscious of my state, 1 know, 1 never can be worthy ol Your love; my eyes may lift up worshipping The idol of my every breath in vain. I had preferred to make a secret of The sacred thing 1 feel inside of me. . . I wanted just to be a silent slave Adoring you, without the hope that you Can ever hear the faintness of my pleas. With trembling heart and downcast eyes I did Invoke my prayers at the altar of My love lor you in fervent whispers, love, And laid prostrate before your feet my soul In silent sacrifice you've never known. But then, it better be that way that you Should never know the anguish in my heart: The unrequited love, the endless pains; The bitter tortures borne by hapless me: The utter misery of hoping hopeless hopes, Aspiring but in vain for one not meant For me to have, to hold, but only to adore; The knowledge of my rank unworthiness Destined to worship only, not to love, For aye, whatever suffering I bear And sacrifice I lay before your feet Can never make you look and recognize With pity and compassion on my woes. Why must it be that fate should make me bear This heavy cross of suffering? Alas 1 . . . What we can have, we never really want; We only crave for things we cannot call Our own: this life is but a mockery. Page 10 THE CAROLINIAN Everything was about to be called lousy when Juanita rushed in tagging along a girl in a "New Look" dress. At her right hand the girl had, after the fad of the time, a round fancy "buri" bag that somehow looked too big for her. But strangely enough we admired the picture. Framed against the door, with the soft rays of the morning sun behind them, the two unconsciously did a muchneeded pepping-up. Like a mother waking up her children in the early morning, Juanita cheerfully called, "Girls, meet a new friend and class mate, Pacita Ysmael. Remember she prefers Patsy to Pacing." Patsy smiled very obligingly like the good girl that her Mama would like her to be all the time. We immediately found her interesting. Anyway, wasn't she the first youngster who dared herself into the "New Look" in our adolescent midst? Love gets you under the chin ofttimes . . . but you don’t groan so long as... twtvs a In our English class, Miss Cordera, the soft-spoken teacher, smiled at Patsy. Ven did not fail to notice the sign of recognition. He scratch ed his temple. "Itching, Ven?" He only smiled kind of sheep ishly. "How is Mr. Canape, Pacita?" Miss Cordera asked before leaving the class at the end of the period. "Same, Madam. Fifty watts! Ha ha . . ." When the teacher left, I asked Patsy, "You met her before, Pat?" "I did. She was our student teacher in Manila." "What is ’fifty watts'?" Ven sounded off. "O, nothing really. It's only our principal teacher's bald headl" It was two weeks later when we met Patsy's Daddy. We were going over our "Silas Marner" when a beautiful remodelled jeep stopped directly outside. "Daddy!" Patsy leaped from the writing desk on which she felt very much at home. Mr. Ysmael after whom Patsy inherited the well form ed thick eyebrow, dark eyes, and full lips, gathered her in his arms and literally tossed her in the air so matter-of-factly that we all gaped at the little domestic scene that was going on in the middle of the small road lying across the baseball field. When Patsy rejoined us later, she breathlessly told us she would soon have her whole bunch of new friends at their new house. But still so touched by what we very recently witnessed, we ventured to transgress the rule of privacy. "Does your Daddy always greet you that way?" Though she did not answer at By LILIA CINCO College of Liberal Arts and Sciences • once, she smiled to our relief and explained patiently that her father was a "new arrival." When our "gab-session" was through, I con cluded that Patsy had much that most of us were wanting. Pacita was busy with her Butter Balls. "Explain the development of the pollen grain on the stigma. Let's see. . . Pacita." The teacher's voice was sharp. Startled, Patsy swallowed her candies painfully and proceeded in acquitting herself before the class, beginning and ending every sen tence with "Madam." Distracted the teacher politely in terrupted, "Pacita, will you please forget the "Madam" in your ex planations?" "Yes Madam, er. . ah, I mean. ." The laughter of the class drown ed her excuses. The teacher didn't get mad. Laboratory period gave us time to loiter in the balcony. Ven, Patsy, and I discovered a big jar full of preserved sharks. "They stink!" Ven covered his nose and opened his mouth, where upon the tempted Patsy got his pen cil, moistened it with formalin, and thrust it into Ven's mouth. (Continued on page 54) AUGUST, 1953 Page 11 THRILLS OF TRAVEL By DELIA SAGUIN Time flies like a jet-plane. Suppose we start with schooldays (aw! does it really matter where we start?).... before we know it, it's already vacation (Picnics, dances, summer classes, "bugoy-bugoys", et al)... and then it's school days again ... before even our corns have a chance to growl! Gee whiz, I always hate to think of the flight of time... .it makes one thing of Judgment Day! Why, who knows we might live to witness the D-day yet...good!! Now let's start talkin' about 'em Campusrats'.. .er.. .crats' or we ll find ourselves talkin' about Magsaysay and all those great people running for presidency. First day of school.... Yakkety-yak yaks at all corners (usually these were the old, rule-wise, D-line-wise Carolinians flapping their lips like Mag-pies).. .hullabaloos at the different counters.... business transactions at the cashier's desk.... and what-nots at the registrar's. Result: no classes. Super-duper! and all because enrollment had been delayed by those slow pokes.... and of course including....?? Some sniveling 'ducrot' asked me if a nursery has been annexed to the College department. According to him, he's been seeing lots of kids roaming around the campus. Well pal, better keep yer trap shut when you’re in front of such specimens or you'll be a dead duck. You see, they believe they're "big people" now. And they have every reason to be so. Like for instance............... LEONI VALMONTE... he's in the College of Engineering now and brother, how he enjoys acting like a regular college rogue. He dreams not only of becoming a level-headed engineer but also a Doctor in Puerto Rican Mambo. Ditto with that kid brod of mine, RENE. At one moment he was busy making his homework in Chem. and at another, he was busy practicing his new mambo maneuvers. TITO ADAD and PADDY DEEN have a way of making some filly's brow raised whenever they arrogantly pass her while pacing back and forth the College lobby. Regular fellas these guys are. Tito comes from De La Salle while Paddy graduated at CSN. Both are taking up engineering here in USC. Little guys.... some were wearing short pants yet... .they're in college now....do we feel ancient! When I saw RAMON CUENCO, (he's just a kid, you know) I asked him if he was looking for somebody. No, he said he was waiting for his time. Well! When I heard that typical giggling, I immediately knew who was be hind.... pretty VICKY MANGUERRA with her inseparable pal LOURDES SEGUERRA. Hollins VIC! What miracle brought you people here? Oh, I know, you want to join happy-go-lucky MA. LUISA ALVAREZ and her riotous gang of commerciantes'. By the way, Vicky happens to be a die hard Theresian while LOURDES graduated at CIC. When asked what their impression of U.S.C. was, they answered: "Gee, we never thought how awfully intricate it is to enroll here.'' By mistake I found myself at MADAM VALENZUELA S class in English lc.... morning session. I didn't regret it for indeed I found some interesting specimens for my column. As you know most of my classmates were slick secretarial students. Take for example... MARGOT........ who told me quite disgustingly: "Some people here do make me nervous!" Don't worry Marge, you’ll get over it real soon. Those people just want to be friendly. That's the Carolinian spirit, you know. (Continued on page 59) (Continued from, page 5) Rome! Twenty one years ago, I had been ordained a priest in Rome, and lived there six long years as a student. Upon arriving two confreres came to fetch me at the airfield, and as we drove to the Collegio del Verbo Divino, one re membrance followed the other. Though roads seemed to be im proved, historic monuments and ruins of old looked the same as they always had been. The country houses had lost nothing of their idyllic homeliness, but there were many huge buildings in the suburbs which were new. The approach to the Collegio was better, the building the same — beautiful, al most majestic! Verbo Divini Amorem Spiranti! (Dedicated to the Word of God that breathes love). Father Superior General was ab sent, the General Councillors were very kind and attentive. I felt like a warrior who had come home and was at home! At first, though, I found it strange noting that all the windows were closed, and that everything looked gray, colorless. In the tropics one keeps the windows open, and most of the time there is a bright blue sky with vivid colors everywhere. It struck me that in the building there lay a characteristic scent, the same as 20 and 25 years ago! The following day a confrere accompanied me downtown. It was a peculiar plea sure just to look at the people, wrapped in heavy overcoats, all with red cheeks, and all with the poise of born actors and actresses. Being close to them in the streetcar I listened to their conversations, but realized that in the course of the years I had forgotten their language. The goal of the first stroll was St. Peter's basilica. Kneeling at the tomb of the Prince of the Apostles, under Michel Angelo's gigantic cu pola, emotions of the deepest and strongest kind surged in my..heart. How often had I knelt in former years at the same place, praying for the grace to become a priest and missionary! Today I was back, as a missionary, to give a report of my work. Readily I admitted faults and failures, but I was extremely glad and happy being allowed to work for Christ as a real Apostle! Never before had I experienced such a pride and happiness to be a Catholic priest and a member of a missionary society. The same joy I felt the following day when I vi sited the basilica of St. Paul. The (Continued on page 6.1) Page 12 THE CAROLINIAN THE USC identification card bore the name Rufino Kho, but did not indicate a col lege department. I batted a quizzical eye at the Ed. "Special I.D.," he said, "issued to a policeman, alumnus of this school." "So?" "So write a story about him." "My nose isn't time of the year." so good at this I complained in the effort to pull a chestnut out of the fire. But the favor did not re gister in his face, so. . . "Where do I find him, anyway?" "Where did Julius Caesar find the mole on his nose?" Oh, fine! And at a time like this when I'm constantly being im periled by a professor who has now made it a habit of barking down my throat every time I show up no more educated than a stubborn bachelor. Well, anyway, I hobbledybanged out of the staff office and, ten centavos later, I was shaking hands with Detective Lieutenant Rufino Kho. It wasn't hard to locate this lucky bird. There was a black board in Precinct No. 1 that bore his name perched like a Mahatma over a sign that read: Officer of the Day. What a break! Det. Kho hasn't been two months with the force when I met him but it doesn't take a second look to know that he has got what it takes that's why he got hoisted up to his rank and as leader of the CPD Roving Patrol. Tough assignment— even for this tiny bundle of real living all by himself. USC gave him his A.A., A.B. and an official Second Year Law stand ing. He was forced out of academic circulation for the same reason that a lot of people go to work give. But he shrugs his shoulders to that. He'll still be a lawyer someday soon, he vows. Right now he is piling up a re cord of law enforcement that defies question. I can straightly say the same about the other members of our present police force in this city starting from their Chief. Capt. En rique Santiago. It was quite an opportunity to be able to look into the activities of our present custodians of peace and order. They're efficient! — I S&aq c can say that much even if only to impress you that our own Lt. Kho isn't himself mixed up in a crowd that could easily have been the ob ject of public bludgeoning. Our Police Chief was busy up to his neck when I marched into his office, but he received me goodnaturedly. I couldn't miss noticing the sign over the doorframe which said: Strict, Firm but Just. I found similar signs in the other precincts we went to that night in the course of inspection. And, by the way, the significance of those words connect ed with what Lt. Kho wrote in every precinct report. It was always, "All Clear." "What do you say about that motto," queried Capt. Santiago. "Terrific!" was all I found in reply. I learned that they have been made to keep that thought under their hats and it has turned out good results. "Crime in this City has been considerably repressed," he con tinued — and he wasn't being lo quacious. It is a fact. Your news papers show that our policemen are earning their pay. They are keep ing the Law in front of their noses and are ready to use it anytime anywhere — all other considerations in the background. The political runaround that is polluting the air today finds no echo with them. With them the give and take proposition is enough. Mean ing: they blast away at criminals and they expect to be paid for it. The question now is: Are we play ing it fair with them? "I'm not complaining," says Lt. Kho. "The hundred and fifty I get per month takes me a long ways." "How about the boys," I wanted to know, "do they still click their fingers for sideline money?" "Not a chance. They know that they'll get kicked off faster than they can yawn. The Chief sees to that and so does the Mayor." ivitk Vy JESSE VESTIL I think that part of it is settled. But then again, are they well equipped to combat crime? At this writing, they have only one vehicle on four wheels scouting this city. It's an all-purpose con veyance. It takes our policemen to and from their beats. It runs those rounds every two or three hours (as far south as Inayawan, Pardo and up north to Talamaban). It transports prisoners to the City Jail. It must be on hand to answer emer gency calls. Now, is one enough? "We are expecting ten Willys jeep," said Capt. Santiago, "com plete with radio systems." Well, that's something. They hope to have those before July 4. While peering into the other offices, I ran smack into the Crimi nal Investigations Division. It was a rigged-up affair. I could see that the original nine-by-nine-feet floor space was crudely expanded on the sides by about four more feet. Somebody grinned. "Cigarette money," he explained. It was Lt. Ponciano del Castillo, sixteen years with the CID. Il ap pears that in the hope of getting the stale air thinner in that crumped up joint, they raised cash from con fiscated cigarettes and stretched the room with it. The Lieutenant, himself the As sistant Chief of the CID, showed me around. He was sort of proud to show me their ballistics equip ment. (Continued on page 37) AUGUST, 1953 Page 13 This being my initial wheezing by, dear readers, I make a breezy curtsy. A lot o/ people will surely won der at our ways. Not a few will ask what sort of character we are. This much we can tell you: we don't want to give up our ways and our character. After all, we barely have enough time to breeze by. And yet, in this column, meeting us when you feel something brush ing against your clothes or your skin, you'll be surprised to know that you'll be dealing with yourself, your own phrases, your own ideas and your own idiosyncracies. Be cause when we wheeze by you, we mean to observe a lot of things about you. Besides, you yourself are merely breezing away through life's physical and spiritual ins and outs, and there is not much ol a difference between you and 1. What says you, then? We won't wait for an answer. But just the same, to preclude rash conclusions, this much we can assure you: we won't cater to anything unethical! We only go through observing things and people as we sail by. For example, we start on the staffers: that precious (?) group ol budding gumptions and germi nating talents who presumptuously think the Carolinian can't do with out. Some ol these gents and shegents were guzzling, er refreshing, over coke and halohalo in one ol the small cafes fronting the University, when one ol their male of the specie excused himself for a very impor tant appointment (so he said) just when the verbal give and take was thick between editorial tongues. There was no comment from the others, or was there? We only no ticed a few winks ol the eye, as that time he was trying to wheeze us by. But he had to explain with out being asked that his date was a boy. The others expressed feigned surprise, voicing out: "no comment". Still he insisted he did not want to have any wrong ideas. Now were convinced how the little phrase "no comment" can draw a person far ther out. That gumption! That malarkey! See what 1 mean? Speaking of phrases, could you have experienced this? A cute coed (Continued on page 23) Q , TUDENTS again are in for a tough grind. Doubtless there are fresh brand-new faces, and the same old battered mugs. And talking about faces, we have round faces, square faces, heart shaped faces, triangular faces and fish faces. There are faces that look like ashtrays, flash bulbs, helmets Come let us see.... ■ • By NESTORIUS MORELOS and... well, you know Jerry Lewis. Someone in this crowd could be The Thing. Waal. . . the story of the Thing and what it can do is probably obsolete. It can bite. . . ouch!! bite. . . ouch!! . . and just bite!! 1 remember one night (when it was summertime) when I thought that the bite. . . . no-no. The Thing was biting my back. It wasn't really The Thing, dear people, it was Kuting. And this Kuting could give those overgrown bedbugs in Fort Mc Kinley a run for their bollaad. . . blood. .. er-er. . . . money. This Thing here in school not only can bite, but it can slap, box, kick, wrestle, pinch, as the case maybe, and do other moronic activities. To prove our statement folks, take a gander at specimens. In a classroom each student gives the others some kind of lecture on generosity but that only happens at the instance of exams, of course. Each tries to prove his point by whacking the other with everything within reach. The classroom is magically remodelled into a bowling alley. A student may ask questions and answer questions sitting down!! — a deliberate usurpation of the professors' prerogatives. Ouch! I don't know where this method ori ginated, but it surely is a very unique system. As they say, it makes the seat warmer. Another type of The Thing is that one who jokingly (?) takes an other thing from you like notebooks, pencils, fountain pens, erasers, any thing worth smuggling. This nut is very fond of collecting souvenirs. He may even take those rubber bands from your hairy legs. The relatives of this guy are those men and femmes who bolt their classes (just like in politics) to engage in im portant truce talks outside. Those studes must like 3-dimensional 4's and 5's in their grade sheets. And look at this one. The wolf who prowls around Hilarioing a Coedsela minus the Jaguar. After all, you don't expect a wolf to sport a jaguar. And this Coedsela also allows this Hell-are-you to follow her. . . she goes into the chapel. . . patik!!. . . . Pa-believe!! These gals could be a Verano in Osias' cloth ing. (I better leg it to the Yalu river) Just wait ‘til you're in front of 'em— ready to laugh up with your best rehearsed line — they'll off and go like nothing flat. And these “Things" are Caroli nians. For as they say, it is easy to become a Carolinian. You en roll yourself, get introduced to all clerks in school, become mangled in the process, pick up your identifi cation card, paste your pic ala pos tage stamp on it with your saliva, and presto!!... you are a Caroli nian. Folks, I'm only telling you about The Thing, Carolinian-version. It exists every schoolyear. Be on your toes, bursitis or no bursitis, or The Thing will catch up with you. Page 14 THE CAROLINIAN Missing Page/s «i 1 I 9 Russian ECONOMIC SLAVERY N THE first chapter of this book I stated that if I compared the serious objections we have to Communism to the various rungs of a ladder, I should regard the economic argument as the lowest rung on the ladder. Of course, the suppression of private ownership and the reduction of workmen to the level of slaves is a terribly serious defect in Ruscomism, but not so awful as at least some of the other horrible excesses of this sys tem. One might envisage a fairly contented community with common ownership of land, etc., living with very little freedom, each family in its own government-provided cot tage, each individual performing the task allotted to him by the state, every householder using ration cards to get the necessaries of life from government stores, no one al lowed to travel anywhere without a permit, yet each person free to learn publicly his religion and practise it, any aspirant to the priesthood being educated in a seminary, persons free to operate a printing press and to punish and circulate religious books, people free to meet in halls and freely discuss public events, parties at liberty to be married in a church with nuptial Mass, parents free to organize a religious school and send their children to it, and so on. Though such a system would mean great deprivation of human liberty allowed by the law of nature and the law of God, we could imagine a certain amount of contentment prevailing. The great objection to such a system would be the economic disadvantages — and, indeed, they would be serious. Yet life under such a system would be as paradise compared to hell if we place this imaginary sys tem side by side with the infernal system that is in vogue in Soviet Russia. Too often unthinking per sons are beguiled by the specious propaganda of Ruscomists, who de ceitfully hide the many abomina tions inherent in the Soviet system and put forth lying statements about the economic conditions that pre vail in the U.S.S.R. From the eco nomic point of view alone the Soviet system must be absolutely condemn ed. I am using the term economic in a rather wide sense, so as to include the questions of private ownership, labor conditions, free dom to undertake whatever work one desires, housing conditions, prices of commodities, etc. Many excellent works, written by persons who have personally visited Russia and studied these matters, are available. I enumer ated some of these books in the opening chapter, and mentioned others in the course of this work. The favorite tactics of Ruscomist propagandists are to conceal the awful conditions obtaining in the U.S.S.R. or shamelessly lie about them and to depict Russia as a workers' paradise; in addition, they inveigh vehemently about the evils of capitalism and seem to think that, once they have shown the evils of excessive capitalism, they have established an unanswerable case for their beloved Communism. In this they remind me of one who, while condemning a rather dilapi dated though habitable house, would point to a pig-sty as the only alternative to such a home. Or they show the same mentality as one who, because the engine and stearing-gear of his car were operating unsatisfactorily, would put dynamite to his car and blow it to smithereens! At times one wonders whether those who swal low the absurd propaganda of Ruscomists are bereft of all reason. EXCLUSIVE CAPITALISM CONDEMNED BY THE CHURCH If anyone takes the trouble to read the Encyclicals of Pope Leo XIII and Pope Pius XI on the ques tions of capital and labor, he will readily see that the Catholic Church is the true champion of the down trodden, and that she resolutely espouses the cause of the working man. The Church has emphatically condemned the hoarding of ex cessive wealth in the hands of a few and the imposing of unfair, at times galling, conditions on the laborer. But this does not mean that all capitalism is wrong. Even one who owns but fifty acres of farm land, or one who owns and conducts a grocer's store, or one who owns and cultivates a veget able garden ol five or ten acres, is a capitalist. It is time for some of our loud-mouthed Ruscomists to define accurately what they mean by capitalism and to state exactly what they would substitute and how they would work out their mar vellous plan. Unbridled denuncia tion of capitalism is certainly not an arguments for communism. MORE CANDID ADMISSIONS In the investigation conducted by the Committee mentioned in the preceding chapter, Mr. Louis Bebrits, who had come from Romania to the United States in 1923, admit(Continued on page 56) AUGUST, 1953 Page 17 2T takes all kinds of places for the roving eye to feast on. It must go on roving, turning, changing colors. We saw the Carolinian Staff reorganized. We saw that we are in again for extra-curricular work. And yet, we also saw that we can't help working for this organ if only to put up what little we can do for good old USC. Maybe, someday people might ap preciate us for what little we are doing. After all, the amount of publicity all the members of the staff are unintentionally putting up for USC can outherald ex pensive athletic teams and fabulous bands or orches tras. And yet they get free scholarships. Us? Free school-hardships. It is not exaggeration that ofttimes we voluntarily set aside our class assignments, home works, miss our supper, cut off our dates, miss our sleep, etc., just to beat the deadline. In fact, it has become an unmistakable indication that when we have hollow eyes and lose pounds of weight, the deadline is approaching. But enough's enough. The roving eye must go roaming around again. The first catch is what Mr. Elmo M. Famador, the VISAYANIAN Ed, wrote when commenting on school organs: A school that has no school organ is like a one way street. It is even a dead-end street. The talented student in such a school is a "dead-end kid". His face should always show that we-wuz-robbed expression. The school organ is the face of a school and its stu dent body. Without a school organ, both school ad ministration and the student body lose face. The only excuse that a school can offer to that literary calam ity is that it cannot afford to print one. And if it can not afford, it has no business existing as a school. Education should not be placed at the mercy of ma terial despondence. That an official organ is vital, we agree. Students' opinions and ideas need a permanent and depend able mouthpiece. It seems as though informal dancing, otherwise known as jam session, and even rum-coke session, has found its way into the recreational life of today's youth. In most cases, the piano does the straining, deafening and disturbing sob of the Puerto Rican Mambo, Mambo Nuevo, Mambo Batiri, Mambo New Yorker, and other bo's. And everybody seems heels-over-head ambitious in try ing to get chummy with piano keys. Their reasons are varied. From the "VOICE OF THE SACRED HEART" an advoca tion follows: The main reason why many persons, especially children, all over the world are taking piano lessons, is due to the fact that experts in the field of educa tion have verified that children who play the piano are, in general, happier stu dents and profit more from the mental training they receive in their musical studies. To which we can add: they also become prospective eye-catchers and ear-pleasers. Sinking our teeth into that imbroglio called politics, the roving eye winked at Marcial B. Adal of the MCU "PHAROS": During the 1949 election, we witnessed the blood iest and the dirtiest election in Philippine history. The dead, the birds, the trees were allowed to vote. Is the sanctity of the ballot respected? What is the re putation of the Philippine democracy abroad? Indeed, such events are poison to Philippine de mocracy. With fingers crossed, we hope that the 1949 elections will not have a repeat-performance in the future. From the "TORCH”, San Jose College organ of Jaro, Iloilo City, a certain L.B.P. stands high in civicmindedness. The author, undoubtedly a classroom teacher, convincingly points out with his pen the great importance of teaching the young. A paragraph states: I teach because I believe I am rendering a high degree of social service since I am dealing with the human young. . . the most easily influenced of all creatures and the most important for the maintenance of society; with the immature minds who are the greatest wealth of a nation. For after all, what could a country be like if having the greatest factory in the whole world, the greatest farm, army, the richest land, she has the worst people? It would be like a dirty girl in a most expensive beautiful dress. So far so good LBP. But is it enough to teach? Should it not be of more concern to the teacher what and how to teach? To the PMA aspirants, here's an eye-opener from the "CORPS". Domingo T. Rio, Jr. reveals: My forty-seven-days stay in the Summer Camp of the Philippine Military Academy, otherwise known as the "beast barracks" has made some transforma tions in me. . . One thing that troubled me much at first were the attitudes of my upperclassmen. Sometimes they were nice, sometimes they hurt. And it was not until I have stayed long enough in the Academy did I begin to appreciate my upperclassmen. There is only one thing behind all these things done to us here in PMA . . . they're moulding us into men, . . . real men, . . .to (Continued on page 59) Page 18 THE CAROLINIAN cr f HE pattering of the rain was f becoming monotonous. There would be no going out this afternoon, I at last decided, as 1 undressed and put my things aside. The only thing to do was to sit by the window and count the droplets falling from the eaves and watch the circles they made in the gutter. Like pebbles they were — these droplets —, pebbles thrown derricks and see the new pier in the making. In time, the stone wall became paved with soil that fell from the feet of many children, who, like us, would go back and forth over the new formed walk. Inside this walk was water — a great big expanse of it — which the sand gathered by the derricks had not yet filled. The water was green ish, smooth, unmoving, no ripples at all, unlike the sea on the other side. I always liked to watch the un moving water, especially on moon lit evenings. It was so silent and smooth and looked like a great like a bonfire mangled by a whirl wind. And I shivered, too. But not for long for the moon was whole and calm again. "You could make her tremble, too," said my sister and she picked up more pebbles and gave me a few. We took turns making the moon trem ble. Soon the moon was not what I saw but the circles, small at first, then widening, then gone, — and we made many circles, my sister and I. They were more wonderful than the shivering moon, — big circles, many circles catching one another, then smoothening out again. On other bright evenings Time has never erased the memories of a poignant past and the author still gladly toys with the thought of............ by kids to form circles in the water. Like those pebbles that paved the little walk. If there had been no rain. Nonoy and Nene would be picking some now. They would make little piles of them, take turns at throwing them as far as they could to see which could throw farther. When I was as small as Nonoy and my sister was as high as Nene, we used to gather pebbles from Mama's garden path. Then we would go to the lagoon. That was fifteen years ago. There was there were even more and more circles because other boys and girls soon joined us to see who tossed the farthest pebbles and make the largest circles. The derrick soon stopped work ing, leaving its task unfinished, and going away we knew not where. So, the big lagoon remained so for many more years. My sister soon went away on a job and I was then a regular schoolboy. On weekends when my sister came home, we used to throw pebbles to form big circles on the pabbbe* cjnotics no "abuno" yet. The construction of the new Pier 3 was just being started and the derricks were busy getting sand from the sea bottom and moving it up to fill a big, big lagoon. There was a wall about three feet wide that ran all the way around in the form of a great big angle starting from the edge of our lot going far out on the shore as far as my young sight then could reach and turned right to join the end of the big road running along the pier designated to become the Cebu Mandawe boulevard. This stone wall then formed the border of the artificial lagoon. We used to pick our way on the stones along this wall, way around, to reach the By CRISOSTOMO B. TORRES College of Commerce • wide mirror. Then 1 could see two moons, each as big and bright as the other. One evening, I said to my sister, "Lady moon is too bold" but she challenged that she could make her tremble. I always mar velled at the wonders my sister did. I always believed that she couid always do what she said she could. And she picked up a pebble and tossed it far out into the moon in the water — and the moon did tremble. Such shaking and dis tortions she made — she looked still and smooth waters of the la goon. Now, there were two or more small boats on the lagoon. I did not know why they were there, but often, my sister and I and some friends rowed around on these boats. Or we would sit on the wall and watch the boats going round and round and listen to the songs the youthful rowers serenaded into the night to the tone of their gui tars. "Come with....... and the Star lit waters..." Then my sister stayed away for three years. When she came back she stared hard and blankly at the lagoon — or what was once the (Continued on page 60) AUGUST, 1953 Page 19 AS I DOFF MY CAP.... an old bigot hollered: "When a young man writes, expect nothing but love lyrics." Too bad, old man. Young Rizal's Noli Me Tangere was certainly no "boy-meets-girl" trash. a notorious busybody poked his nose into my column's name with uncomplimentary remarks. Makes us think there's too much freedom of speech here around, isn't it? Ar senic Lacson wouldn't have missed that tomfool as an "argument for birth control." AFTER PULLING THE FORELOCK... let's not get ourselves wrong here. I do not preach. I do not ar gue. I just tell... to move you to smile, to anger, to cavil. When we sink it in it'll be in short terms — no hedging, no ex cuses, no save-my-scalp shadowboxing. There will be direct hits, for sure. So, thanks to Leo Bello's overstretched deadline, we put on our asbestos gloves, and give this flaming quill a dip at a bottle of acid .. . WHAT WE'RE PLUGGING FOR.... is a USC Supreme Student Council. This University is the only higher institution of learning which has no student council. It is not that we, the students, do not want it. It is because one or two do not approve ol the idea. A case ol a minority browbeating the majority into meek submission. Our wry-minded censor (is he man enough to show his real color? ) doubts the capacity ol Filipino stu dents to keep their heads level in the stress and strain ol student govern ment. This opinion is prejudicial. It smacks ol mockery at the whole Filipino race. Let it be affirmed that there is no existing order or directive gag ging the student council idea. We don't want to raise here a local version ol EQ's bugaboo ol "U.S. intervention." The Apo has done so well in that line. Just because U.P. campus poli tics flared up into violence, or Siliman U. saw a reenactment ol bad politics, does not make all the other student councils taboo. If a pianist makes some discordant slips, it does not make Margaret Truman stop tickling the ivory keys. To follow that reasoning is to side-step the issue. We cannot escape the inherent defects of democracy if we suppress democracy itself. True, there will be organizational defects. There will be petty squabbles. There will be official indifference. But all these can't be palmed away. These problems are our prob lems. By facing them squarely, we learn and to learn, we beg to re mind our critic, is what we're here for. It will be deplorable if, in spite of our vocal lip service to democra cy, we suppress the student coun cil, the hallmark of any democra tic institution. And more deplor able still, if we let a diabolic mi nority dictate to the majority! IS THE PRESS.... in cahoots with politics? Yes! There’s a Cebu daily (noise?) peddling, and still unfortunately cooking up, the myth of a political kingpin. The yellow-sheet's colum nist wrote a revealing piece of nonsense:" we are in politics and at the same time, not in poli tics. . . . " (Osias certainly started some thing! ) A self-contradictory riddle to be the flimsy excuse by "One Who Knows" is the height of folly—an insult to the intelligence of any reader. Except, indeed, if that foulmouthed paragon of a red Daily Worker columnist knows that he must either toe the party line and thereby throw aside the ethics of the press, or go to hell with the blessings of a "powerful Messiah." It seems that this anomalous Fourth Estate jinx was brought to light by a young deliveryman of a local daily. Every afternoon, he said, he brings the editorials and columns to a top bracket politico for "final red penciling." Usually, the "boss crosses out whole para graphs or sentences which are not of his liking." Heaven knows the trying hours that poor editor has coaxing his conscience into writing a master piece ol chicanery and political garbage without his believing a single word of what he writes. When asked who the "boss" is, our informant didn't bother to an swer. We knew. Who would miss knowing this dope ala Don Quixote in shining armor who conjures windmills as vestiges of "terror ism"? THE STUDENT COUNCIL WAS.... expected long ago. Because there must be one if a University must be. And barring dictation from a few, we bet it shall inevitably come this year. The protracted USC Student Council is democracy in real set ting. It will not be just a run-ofthe-mill addition to the many cam pus organization. It will be by it self an achievement and a chal lenge. The dare to think, to live, to lead; the challenge to forge a tradition—the USC tradition. It will succeed because it must. It is in itself democracy, a way of life. Leading. Creating. OVERHEARD FROM........ CPR's disillusioned admirer: "I wonder when Romy will start lift ing passages from EQ's medical bulletins." Any talk of high-level campaigning is out of order, isn't it, Romy? a Carolinian staffer: "Magsaysay is my guy, CPR is the man, and EQ is the Thing." Not a queer ob servation, I guess. THE OSMENA-FATHER-AND-SON CONTROVERSY.... has come to a head. Lately, the older Osmefia has reportedly casti gated Junior for ingratitude to the NP and for acting too big for his breeches. Is it still "like old times," Don Sergio? A note to Serging's notorious confre'res: We sure needed Yoyong Rodriguez (senator) to lecture us on party loyalty and 'Tagalog" fa mily relationships. Critics can be so valuable, ho? (Continued on page 57) Page 20 THE CAROLINIAN PeAAtMial &U.a4f, <1O I "A EING a poor man I cannot II J help but wear torn socks. Some say I am crazy. Not only that these people have no sense of economy but I can quixo tically retort they do not know how to distinguish between right and kiri at the thought of the girls mak ing fun of and laughing at me so that I felt like a wet chicken in a barn dance. It would have been my mundane task of pillorying him but I did not resort to it despite the cold fact that I am muscled all the way up my spine fast enough to give him Quirinohipterics. Through mental gymnastics I found comfort for my worries by substituting them with pleasant me mories of happier moments when By NECISIO Z. ILAGO College of Commerce • ed to be the eruption of a terminal Bursitis. It was a pity to see a young man beaten by the dog which finally led him to his eternal home. The hun gry dog was not to blame. The young man was. It was when he was marching through a crowded, Read on, we insist, as the author insists on relating a ylt-eAaitarna on wrong, period. Some few are vocal enough to remark 1 am thrifty; my heart bloats with pride and satisfac tion. It must be for this that in spite of the heckling of friends I still have the warmest predilection to have my torn socks cling to my feet like the proverbial leech. However, I do not deserve much of the com mendation. Needless to say I would have not worn them if only I had been born with a golden spoon in my mouth. One instance, an intimate friend proved to be my bitterest enemy because 1 considered it a deliberate affront to my dignity when he ac costed me in the presence of girls . . . (their legs were firm and well-shaped like that club that Cain wielded upon Abel) looking down his nose to my heels, knitting his eyebrows in mock appraisal and dropping words through one side of his mouth that sounded like, "What happened to your heels, Ilag? To vindicate my deplorable si tuation I could dragged him to court for moral damages. But, on sec ond thought, I relented for fear that the court would dismiss the case for lack of a convincing cause for ac tion. . . only a pair of torn socks for a corpus delicti! I know that people will not understand how much my torn socks mean to me, and with their lack of appreciation, they might recommend me for free board and lodging at an insane asylum somewhere. Whackiness can work both ways. Thrown into the limelight of shame, it was only by a hair breadth that I did not commit harathey start clogging up the channels of my patience. I simply could not help but chuckle from the breadths of my larynx when, participating in a lively game at a birthday party one day, my adversary was hus tled to a corner by delirious fan makers and made to exhibit his legs. . . including the appurtenan ces thereof. My only satisfaction was realizing my co-equal in him by the tear in his socks that seemavenue, the seams of his pants fold ed as high up as dignity allowed, when a stray dog mistook his fivepeso red socks for a hunk of whale meat and proceeded, thereupon, to satiate its gourmand lust. Lesson: Birds of the same feather. . . birds. It is universally conceded that torn socks evoke laughter and deri sion among the hypocrites. With the store owner's point of view, on (Continued on page .36) AUGUST, 1953 Page 21 It takes a Philosophy student to intimately discourse on the.................. • By BENJAMIN L. CARREDO • HILOSOPHY! One feels ex alted by a kind of satisfac tion that is neither of the senses nor of any other bodily organ after going over Glenn's "Introduc tion to Philosophy,” which is sup posed- to be a beginner's text, but which for practical purposes, is a refresher and reviewer for one who has gone the rounds of logic, psychology, epistemology, ethics, cosmology, ontology and other branches of the inquiry. Philosophic discipline does not make a man wise. It makes him a better and a more seasoned thinker, for to be wise is to have wisdom, and wisdom is the completeness of all knowledge, and for this man is too limited a creature. Just as the many man-developed philosophies cannot be synthesized in one cohe rent formula, neither does the study of philosophy make a man all-wise. When a man who has acquired and developed rigid philosophic discipline through the study of philosophy speaks out his mind, the man-in-the-street passes judgment upon him as a wise man. To his fellow students of philosophy, the speaker is just another careful and accurate philosophy student. It seems hard to think even ol one who persistently pursues the meta physical speculation as a graduate of philosophy, his academic affixes notwithstanding. For the multipli city of the how's and why's of our life are problems which it devolves upon the philosophers (meaning lovers of wisdom) to ponder about all through life. The advantages to be derived from the study of scholastic philo sophy are hardly immediate ma terial values to the individual stu dent. But to him, and if there be ABOUT THE WRITER Ben Carredo is a IV-Year A.B. in Philosophy student. As freshman in the College of Liberal Arts and Sciences he started his journalistic venture with the defunct Pioneer Press. He is at present others like him and to all mankind, it may mean the coming to stay of a second golden era of Scholasti cism, "the best synthesis that man has been able to achieve," which would serve as basis of life lived according to true Christian' values in harmony with revealed and na tural truth. Nowadays this is not generally practiced; in some instance shun ned, if not looked down. The man-in-the-street complains that the world is beset with ruthless materialism today. This is common place. Perhaps less obvious to him is the fact that deep down it is the cause of what appear as the inex plicable disaster that have been wrought upon man in recent times. He knows his complaint to be a fact, but he is not equipped to find out why there is so much material ism. In the absence of a ready made explanation, he is resigned to believe that materialism is an in evitable vogue he is helpless to do anything about. When modern philosophers of the various schools of thought, with their individually opposed and di vergent starting methods, tried each The AUTHOR to reconstruct the foundation of phi losophy, the very leading minds clashed and the consequent dis agreement threw mankind's think ing into chaos. With many of the influential philosophies developed — relativism, communism and prag matism among them — materialism is a distinct and underlying cha racteristic. Communism is the most actively destructive force of our times ad vanced from an erroneous school of thought. Because of the peril it has placed mankind in, it is chal lenged — often quite capably — in the places where it started and the areas upon which it has began to encroach. Mankind is familiar with its basic tenets. Pragmatism is an idealizing of man's earthly existence. What may be beyond it, is excluded by prag matism from its concerns. It acts according to mass-thinking. It is the philosophy of utilitarian values. In professing that a thing can be true and not true at the same time in relation to its workability, it gives room for dual standards. It per verts the very prime principles of all thinking and this inevitably leads to their destruction. Our man-in-the-street often claims that philosophy, pre-occupy ing the minds of the intellectually active, is a useless unproductive speculation having no practical value to real life whatsoever. He believes he can get along well by doing away with philosophies. He holds philosophy as merely an,inci dental thing in his life. He thinks that philosophy is only of the high brows and that whatever philoso phers concern themselves about (Continued on page 60) Cebu correspondent of the Manila Dally Bulletin and executive Editor of the Cebu Morning Times. He is Secretary of the City Hall Press Club and Vice-President of the Cebu Correspondents* Club. Elect ed President, College of Liberal Arts Ass. —EDITOR. Page 22 THE CAROLINIAN ("I /A Y mid-July, when USC II J swung her mighty doors 1/ j open for the regular school Ji—J year, a queer and not al together unpleasant assort ment of people—a sprinkling of fiesta queens and princelings and the rest comprising a race typically Filipino—began signing up for a five-month-stint with unromantic, strait-laced professors, R.O.T.C. tri bal sacrifices and playground pa geantry. In the beginning, it looked as though the university had laid down a stiff policy of admitting only new registrants and had shown this side of the barn goes out of the 'Visiting Room' minus sixty centavos. Meanwhile, the enrolment merrygo-round was going full blast. Across the street, school supplies were selling like scandal sheets and operators of tailoring shops were puffing up on disgruntled "civilians" The Halls of USC resound with an. . . quirk and greener pastures for ro mantic wet blankets. The profes sors, no less, were inwardly relieved by the debut of new faces — a wel come recess from the trying times they encountered with fun-poking, bluffing and wisecracking wards. Many enrolees, fresh from high school incarceration, flushed with a new sense of dignity at being ad dressed "misters." On the detailed side of the 1953 enrolment story, these facts are of interest: The opening of new courses in this university was a drawing card. The College of Commerce swelled to an unprecedented height the backdoors, somewhat brusquely, to the old gadabouts. This fearful suspicion became more alarming when the faintest traces of old, familiar faces were found neither here nor there. The freshmen were immensely enjoying an undeserved heyday. But by the time July ta pered to a couple of days, "things" began to appear. A hesitant, goose-stepping law senior would step out of the deans' offices and an abandoned sponsor-of-long-ago would swish into the registrar's counter. The next moment, there were lusty back-slappings, uninhi bited giggles and a flurry of curt seys. Where earlier there was cold snobbery, now there was a regaling atmosphere of friendship and con geniality. Everybody was every body's pal and even new girl re gistrants did not flare up at ogling drugstore cowboys, wolves and were-wolves. The new and the old Carolinians milled around the lob by, mixing freely and looking at each other with no little measure ol amusement and wonder. At this point, USC was fairly humming with activity. Deans and professors were already earning their pay. They had to ink a thousand-and-some identification cards while hired photographers converted the 'Visiting Room' into a movie lot, still more truthfully, into a rogues' gallery. There was no fingerprinting. Nothing of the sort but there positively was a 200-watt bulb which glowered at the unwill ing "culprit," when every pop of flashbulbs meant that the subject of the most unaesthetic photography By B. K. TORIO in favor of a group of khaki-clad military tyros. The enrolment it self kept soaring. There seemed to be no end to the enrolment queue. And when the final rec koning was made, after the last tattered slip was carefully tucked into the files for the scrutiny of eagle-eyed bureau officials, the dramatic crashing of cymbals end ing a hectic transition announced: "USC Enrolment Scales New Peak!" The revelation was, of course, elating. To the students, the in crement pointed to new rounds of handclasps, new cliques of upturn ed noses for those with the snobbish BREEZING AWAY. . . (Continued from, page 14) (one who write a gal-amorous co lumn) exclaimed: "Christopher Co lumbus!" when she saw a handsome cood. A professor nearby, who heard her, asked her who the long name was. She demurely answered that he discovered America. The prof got goggle eyes! He could not notice any connection between the cood and the explorer. Lots we can tell about but since we only have to breeze away, all we can exclaim to cap it all is "suf fering cats!" I have to go, not as ruthless Amy who had to leave mi sery at her wake, but as refreshing as ever as the innervating breeze. with the master's course in Business Administration as the latest adden dum. The comerciantes now cons titute the bulk of USC's population. Next in line is the College ol Liberal Arts and Sciences with the Pre-Med course high on the record. "Its enrolment alone could fill a College of Regular Medicine," Fr. Carda, SVD, says. Strangely, the College of Education has gone down on a "low." The four-year Normal course, however, which is headed by Mrs. Encarnacion T. Marcelo, a magna cum laude from the PNC and assist ed by Mrs. Caridad F. Dris, cum laude from the same institution, has patched up whatever slump the Education Department has suffered. Increases of enrolment in the Col leges of Pharmacy and Engineering have like-wise been noted with en thusiasm. The latter, with the open ing of other branches has doubled in enrolment and the same can be told of the courses in Bachelor of Science in Chemistry, Zoology and Chemical Engineering. The long-felt need for Pre-Nur sing and Pre-Dental courses in this university has been answered at length and if the enrolment in these departments can be taken as a re liable gauge of their popularity among the students, these courses are here to stay for good. The cur rent increase in USC's enrolment augurs well for an institution which has held her own through the years. And the true-blue Carolinian who steps out into a brutal world can look back on the year he had his fun, his hopes and miseries in dear 'ole St. Charley. AUGUST, 1953 Page 23 /^> O — Conducted by = BUDDY B. QUITORIO With e/ectlons, mud-slinging and character assasination are usual standard operating procedures for candidates. It would, therefore, surprise few people to know that our presidential lumbers are pitching brickbats ot each other’s teeth Since it's near election time, we should expect more than our usual share of political billings-gate. Why are things gnarled up this way? Here, we attempt to give a few quaint answers. In the first place, perhaps a candidate cannot look forward to victory unless he tells the electorate that his opponents-----how he hates to say it!------- are overgrown, knob-headed boobs. Of course he hastens to add that he is sorry that his opponents ever thought of entering politics. And whenever an aspirant talks about himself, it is natural that he harps on his electrifying achievements although he reminds his hearers that this confession is being made with all modesty aside, he he. Second off, maybe a candidate likes himself to appear to the people in quasi-divine state instead of making himself known to the people as he ridi culously is. The candidate has to fall back on the antiquated line by belaboring his sacrifices and adding that he was having salad time in his private heaven but his conscience didnt permit him to shirk his duties to God, his people and his country. Not him! And so he tosses his salakot into the melee but before he can holler "begorra!" People start sniffing for skeletons at his backyard. Strangely, they usually find one or a couple of corpses. Since the cat is out of the sack, the poor candidate is now branded as a plagiarist because he has a "smothered exultation!" The next moment people warn him not to peel a covetous eye on a position "within the gift of the Filipino people." What does the maligned simon-pure kick back? What else but that his adversaries are prize fools who don't savvy a hang about plagiarism and who are bed-ridden with bursitis. We bet our molars that's going to get him some place. Then there's the flora and fauna to reckon with. The educational system must be hell-bent in eradicating illiteracy! Why, in some notorious parts of this country, corpses are more educated than you would care to admit. This was in 1949 and in that year, a new wrinkle was introduced in electoral youknow-damned-well-what. This occurred when voters were allowed to pick their candidates in style, that is, when they were licensed to fly and to vote as many times as they cared to. Well, these things are juicy items for bed-time stories. (Note: We are not rooting for any particular candidate or political party. The opinions expressed herein are voluntary and free of duress or undue in fluence). If that's clear enough, here's what they think. . . Of The Presidential Aspirants? CRISTINO CANGA, JR., Pre Medicine, says: " ‘Magsaysay is my Guy'." He is honest and a hard-hitting fighter, if ever there was one. He doesn't mince words and doesn't compromise with crooks and their ilk. Yet,, in spite of this dynamism, he exudes a Crlstlno Canga, Jr. personality that strikes me with both admiration and respect. He is a commoner but he has a way with the high-brow. He has none of the pomposity which charac terizes people who strut about with smug unconcern for the masses. Because he is great and can afford to be humble at the same time, he is the man for me. He should also be the man for you.” CONSOLACION PEREZ, College of Pharmacy, says: ”1 have no doubt but that I am echoing the sentiments felt by many people when I say that the man of the hour is Ramon Magsaysay. One who thinks about Magsaysay and his achievements invariably associates him with the common fao. His integrity while holding a position of trust in the govern ment was and still is unquesConsolacion Perez tioned. His programs calculated at the amelioration of the Filipino people have met with signal suc cess. When he pinned down the backbone of the Huk movement he achieved this feat not by force of arms alone but by a keen un derstanding of the causes which drove our misguided brothers to the hills. Because of these consi derations, my choice for the presi dency is Ramon Magsaysay. VICENTE BALBUENA, Pre-Law, says: “The Philippines stands to be benefitted by whoever comes out victor in the presidential race. These men who are pitted against each other for the highest magis tracy of the land are capable men and they can steer our ship of state during these trying times. With Quirino at the helm of our government, we can expect good (Continued on next page) Vicente Balbuena Page 24 THE CAROLINIAN Nora Noel leadership because he has the experience and the ability. If Romulo emerges victorious in the presidential fight, the whole nation can look up to a great statesman and diplomat as their leader. And if Ramon Magsay say will be voted into the pres idency of this republic, corrupt officials will be booted out of their offices because Magsaysay is the man who doesn't sacrifice his integrity for political conWHAT DO YOU. . . (Continued from page 2J>) venience." NORA NOEL, College of Liberal Arts, says: "I have profound faith in General Romulo's leader ship and honesty. He has held his ground in the concert of free peoples and in recognition of his prowess, he was elevated to the presidency of the UN's Fourth General Assembly. He has ac quitted himself with honor in whatever capacity he served. If he can head an assembly of foreigners whose temperaments are as varied as the traditions of their countries, there is no reason why he can't be a capable pres ident of the Philippines."' CERES HUBAHIB, College of Commerce says: "Knowing his reputation for honesty, his abi lity as a man of action and un swerving determination to fight with us for a clean, honest and efficient government, 'Magsaysay is my Guy'. His capability as Ceres Hubahib a public servant particularly when he served the government as Secretary of National Defense is unquestioned. . . at least by those who are impartial observers of our country's political situa tion. If there ever was a man who is needed by the Philip pines to lead her in these trying times, that man is undoubtedly Ramon Magsaysay, the cham pion of the common fao and the down-trodden." were fortunate enough fo get close to the hecklers and we can swear that it was not chanel 5 or shalimar which thickened their breath. The nearest guess is that the smell was an omnipresent quality in Dalaguete's favorite beverage (shades of bahal!). — Let us face icy facts. Mendoza, with his cohorts and his waddies, couldn't have licked Bugarin. Not after the display of barbarism which put our college of law a century backwards in sportsmanship. A lot of vulgar mouthings point to us as having been mobilized as flying voters. Now get this: it is true that we were in the audio-visual hall during the balloting and law dean Pelaez may recall that he gave us a ballot which we reluctantly re fused. We were covering the event for the "c". we told him. Talk about electoral aviation and link that with us and it all adds up to a case of bad breath. We didn't vote. We didn’t even hope to. — Corn-fed provincianos like us also have reasons to get uppity with Manilans every now and then. From what we see, a string of dis tress messages keep pouring into rural offices of outside-Manila top kicks. It seems that the out-of-townOn Da lewel (Continued from page 16) ers have seen fit to keep stiff upper lips instead of crowing about the attention they are getting from their metropolitan demi-gods. This blase attitude may be explained by the fact that non-Manilans, especially the southerners, are just about as fed up with Manila directives as any man ever gets to be. Directives is not really the right word for the "friendly letters" we receive. They are invitations to take up the cudgels for an apprehensive democracy. — Young blood, that's it. No, not for blood banks. But for transfusion into the Manila youth center. Please note that it's the Manila youth cen ter. Exit. non-Manilans. Tee hee. — Time for breaks. First off, the ad ministration, in a gesture that should be something for the books, donated a dictionary. Then, a table with some chairs and a cabinet for the staff. Well, we are still squatting in the office of the dean of liberal arts but this arrangement was made for the time being according to Rev. Fr. Francis Carda, SVD, who is god father to the staff. Cheerio, fatherl — We were having halcyon exist ence with Mrs. Pages in our lab class until our serenity was rudely shattered by a stampede of freshies who were intimidated into taking the subject or else. Before the ad vent of this unpleasant exodus, we were only about a dozen awe-struck disciples who did not pose a problem to the prof. We battled against mi crobes in silence and this attitude impressed our teacher no end. (At any rate we hope it did). As all good things must end, this streak of luck didn't last more than a week before the lab room metamorphosed into a vault of shrieks, whistles and groans. Our high-strung freshmen comrades yell all they're worth. And for (he heck of it. Gad, it's like living in an Indian reservation. Only it is more interesting here. For instance, a young whippersnapper stands and shoots a lot of inane questions. The teacher, act ing in self-defense, parries the bar rage with a matter-of-fact "dressing down" and the kid simply slumps into his stool sort of fazed and kind of whacky. JPR keeps muttering, "1 never behaved that way when I was a freshman." Which is far from true. — Next time the Cebu Press Club sponsored a competition among editors, it had better be on da level or we'll vote straight liberal. AUGUST, 1953 Page 25 USC CDT OFFICERS AWARDED MEDALS During an impressive ceremony held at the PC Recreation Hall in connection with the graduation of all ROTC Advanced Course Cadets in the Visayas last March 28, 1953, four USC Cdt Officers were award ed medals by Capt. Antonio M. Gonzales, Commandant of Cadets. The Medal for Leadership was pinned on Cdt Col Cosme T. Mirabueno, Corps Commander. This Lt. NAPOLEON MABAQUIAO For him a Commission LT. DULANAS TOPS 'EM ALL USC CANDIDATES The latest graduates of the ROTC Advanced course throughout the Philip pines were given a validating test by the GHQ in order to qualify them as Commis sioned Officers in the Armed Forces of the Philippines. Under the III MA, 204 Infantry and 4 FA Advanced graduates took the Exams and among them were the 16 candidates from USC which in clude the fighting 5 FA. Among the 16, Lt. David B. Dulanas, former 3rd FA Battalion Commander topped them all with a grade of "A" which is equivalent to Superior. Although Lt. Dulanas is finishing his law course this year, we prefer to see him in the AFP than in the Legal Profession because of his outstanding records as USC First Place in Last Annual Tactical Inspection;. ADJUDGED BEST IN JULY 4th PARADE. The USC ROTC Unit took first place in the last annual Tactical Inspection of all ROTC units under the III MA embracing all of the Visayas with a rating of 90.31%. For this distinction, the USC Cadets this year are authorized to wear the "Star" at the right sleeve of their uniform. The following are the first five ROTC units adjudged highest: 1. University of San Carlos, Cebu City ..................... 90.31% 2. University of the Visayas, Cebu City ................... 88.50% 3. Colegio de San Jose, Cebu City ........................... 86.39% 4. Rafael Palma College, Tagbilaran, Bohol ............... 82.70% 5. Occidental Negros Institute, Bacolod City ........... 82.43% Likewise, In this year's July 4th parade. The University of San Carlos obtained First Place as Best Marching Unit with the University of the Visa yas tagging behind on a seemingly accustomed second berth. By Desiderio Ando ROTC Editor Lt. DAVID B. DULANAS Former 3rd FA Bn Commander was in recognition of his dynamic leadership which was highly res ponsible for his Unit's having won the "Star", symbolic of his unit's winning the first place in the last annual Tactical Inspection of all ROTC Units in the Visayas. Like wise, (he Medal of Honor was also (Continued on pane ■)'>) Page 26 THE CAROLINIAN At rest by pup-tent at a lull In maneuvers. Artillery pieces in line for action. In act: three spells doom. CJte. '^■Ltainee.s On fOictuzes By St. Sebastian Church (Manila) while on pass. (See story on page 29) Motorized Convoy takes a break while on way to maneuver area. Alone but deadly on the long*nose. Upon arriving at maneuver's rendezvous area. Close view of a section awaiting action. "Whreee. . . . !" There goes the whistle of acting first sergeant, Cdt. Demosthenes Gumalo. It is 5:00 o'clock in the early morning and the U.S.C. boys of "Charlie" battery bolt their beds, er bunks. Brrr it's a cold morning, too! Here's where we begin our daily ritual. First, we get into those fatigue uniforms that smell like., oh, well, that smell like nothing flat for your nostrils. We put on those heavy, leather service shoes that has so much poundage it really anchors you to the ground. Then we wrap the leggings around. Next we put on the cartridge belt with all the other gadgets hooked on it Some of the boys hang them loose ly, cowboy style. Like Cdt. Epifanio Codina (He's got a boil some where!) Finally, we grab our carbines and sling them on our shoulders, putting the helmet liner at the same time. Then, sooner than we can perform a sneeze Reveille! What a rouser! Then we attend flag-raising ceremonies. Unfortunately, this day, Lt. Dalumpinez is the O.D. He has a way of commanding and executing that the boys vzill never forget. Haw, haw . That over, we begin to police (that's how they say it there) or rather, to polish the area. Cdt. Jose Cerilles says there is a great dif ference To police means to be just standing around looking over the “C" correspondent out on pass in downtown Manila. place. To polish . . well, we clean up the place. At about six o'clock, we are ready for breakfast. Line-up, single file — and we get our daily bread. . four pieces of "pan de-sal" with a smudge of margarine, and a cup of coffee that taste like dish wash (somehow, we got used to it and the "coffee" tasted like coffee, after all). Our schedule for classes begins at seven o'clock in the morning. We hold our classes in the bleachers. The instructor for today is Capt. Jose Rosales. He's been in the army longer than he can remember ("since time immemorial"). But he goes out "every now and then." Our lesson for today is combat formation inasmuch as we are still undergoing the basic course. After the theoretical lecture, the Captain moves us out into the field for ac tual demonstrations. The battery breaks up into small groups. We go in column of two's then into squad column, into the diamond for mation, and into skirmishers posi tion. With the searing heat of the sun, we crouch, crawl, then run into the simulated battle situations. All (Continued on next AUGUST, 1953 Page 29 Where Is Charlie? (Continued from page 30) Yes, we have our diverse elections at USC this semester: class group elec tions and college group elections. And, maybe we might have the USC Student Council elections (this last we have been hoping for!). Who knows? But we can't help noticing a lot of things while these hectic events tran spired. We were flabbergasted and pink in the face. Gosh, the kind of elections we hold in college now adays no longer cater to the general purpose for which said extra-curri cular activities are introduced in schools: that of training students in the actual process of voting and elect ing group leaders, and in teaching them how to be high-principled can didates and intelligent voters. For example, in one of the corri dors wherein a group of students gath ered, somebody overheard the fol lowing straight from the yapper of a number of them: "This is foul play. What he is doing is double-crossing us. The jerk must love himself too much, he is ready to junk us all on his pledges of support for our official standard bearer, just because of a previous year's disappointment. Why, he thinks he is the whole college of X or a one-man directorate. If he really meant his words of spite spoken last year, he ought to be frank about it now instead of pretending he sub scribes to the pledges of everyone in class, but secretly snake, er sneak in the grass." Rejoined the other: "Anyway we will geb (sic) him da (sic) woiks.(sic). There's still seks (sic) days to go before D-Day. But da (sick) trouble wid (sic) our bando is da (sic) problem of lower classmen. Dey (sic) pail (sic) to see what sorority is.. .aw is that seniorarity, er seniority? Dey (sic) ought to under stand dey (sic) still hav (sic) der (sic) chan (sic) wen (sic) dey (sic) becomes seniors." From an opposite camp, another observer overheard: "True, he has the qualifications but he doesn't click with us freshies and sophies. We will beat him sure with the secret formulae of instigating one of his leaders to run against him, and presto! The highchair is in the bag for our guy." "What the heck should we be concerned about in agreements, tra( Continued on page 38) o( a sudden everything breaks up! The captain looks around to see what caused the snafu and sees the boys chasing something instead. It has become "Operation Buntog!" (A buntog is a rice bird.) Another squad spots a clump of "siniguelas" and "camanchile" trees, and gour mand hell breaks loose. It's a lot of fun, if you ask me. After that, we hitch back to camp. Casualties? Well, we got bruises, cuts, and blisters. . . . and fruits! Whew, it was dog-tiring! And so we come to the hour-o'day when Sgt. Remigio Rojo, the guy who runs the whole show for the "Charlie" boys (no wonder, we heard so much about sergeants running the army!), begins making his rounds of inspecting barracks. With his "bank book" in hand, he starts "accounting" demerits. We have to arrange our equipment and beddings properly. One mistake and the sergeant gets busy with his arithmetic. Cdt. Teodoro Aquino forgets to place his toothbrush in side his bag and leaves it hanging on his bunk. Sgt. Rojo gets wind of it and throws it into the trashcan. Cdt. Aquino in the last analysis, is minus a toothbrush and plus de merits. Eh, "Cuad'ro!" Speaking of demerits, ask Cdt. Jose Espinosa about his deposits with the Sarge. He said he'd make it up to 99% of the maximum allow able demerits (over that, you'd be recommended for a ten-month stretch as a regular trainee) Wise guy, eh? Hey, before we forget, let's go to the sick-callers. About earlier, the sick-calls are made. Cadets who think they are sick goes to the sick list. Then, they do nothing but sleep in the barracks. Wise guys. . . getting fat at the expense of the government!) Because if they are really sick, they are sent to the hos pital in McKinley proper. Suspi ciously enough, the sick-list is re duced to nothing when the day for going out on pass comes around. You bet! Saturday is the best cure for sick-calls! But Cdt. Cesar Dolino is an honest-to-goodness champion "call-sick" of them all. So much for that. Let's go to the details for today. The KP's (Kitchen Police) report to the mess sergeant at the kitchen. What do you think they do? Guard the kitchen? No sir, they help the mess personnel in preparing the food — the "master menu!" According to Cdt. Pedro Enarbia, it is one of the toughest job in the army. They cook the rice, without washing it, in oversize vats readied with boiling water. Then they use shovels to transfer the cooked rice into smaller containers. Just how do you like that? The barracks orderlies begin cleaning the barracks. Cdt. Antonio Alvarez is assigned to barracks No. 3, and he has to sweep 6 x 25,meters of floor space — plus the washroom and shower booths! And to think he just came back last night, tired and weary, after painting the town red (we were out on pass last Sa turday) That's what you get by going with Sgt. Pili, Tony. The Battalion orderly reports and loses his name temporarily. The officers and enlisted men there simply holler for "Charlie" and you come running, ready to "run errands." You become a house-boy and a messenger rolled into one, says Cdt. Federico Andriano. "Waiters, out!" At 10:30 a.m., the officers don't have to tell the waiters to report to the mess hall. The waiters, about five of them, are the ones who prepare the table for the battery's chow. The cadets themselves shout for the waiters to pull out even before ten-thirty! Well, who doesn't want to eat? Cdt. Florentino Pascual has spe cialized in the job he says he could easily pass for a waiter if he's hired back home. At 11:00 o'clock, class is termi nated by bugle recall, and we trek back to the barracks to get ready for lunch. At eleven-thirty, the bugle is sounded again for mess call. That's the sweetest of all calls, according to a poll conducted by Lt. Basas, our information officer. Here we go to the mess hall! In single file, we pile into the hall, alongside the tables good forgone tray each. Hmm. . . what have we got for today? Boy, something good for a change — beef with sauce and macaroni, and banana for dessert. But you'd better keep an eye glued to your tray because something might do a disappearing act. Cdt. Boy Rubi says the hand is quicker than the eye! Gosh, that guy must have learned it from Houdini. But don't worry. Boy is just playing an honest prank. In the army, everything is con trolled, even your eating. Before we could sit down, there is a com(Continued on page 38) Page 30 THE CAROLINIAN ^-ailtdt l^actot winds up yltission •^Abzoad Qoz ll.S.C. Rev. Father Ralph, National Director of SVD Universities and Rev. Father Rector of the University of San Carlos "in serious thoughts." E> I e T O R I A T O R T The Father Rector went abroad on a special mission of great significance for San Carlos. He left Manila last January 28, 1953 and travelled by plane via Calcutta, Karachi and Palestine with Rome as immediate destination. He went for a sojourn in Germany, after completing his work in Rome, to see his folks whom he had never seen for 18'/2 years. He arrived back at San Carlos last July 2 via Switzerland, England, The United States and Japan. To Goodbye! Farewell! Greetings to all. to using weHeome met <^atJtez l^eetot a. Bock home at last, and on his face beams a smile of satisfaction for obtaining results. The leis were strung around Father Recfdi Faculty representatives. More smiles and handshakes of welcome. More leis fro JZaliuij ^4itpotf, (Zebu (Zitif, upon attic a( All were smiles............ tfnore well-wishers. On the second evening after his arrival, Father Rector spoke on a Convocation Program held at the USC Quadrangle and Stage reporting on his very special mission abroad. . . . . speaking at USC convocation. ^The ~/lten that make the champion. 7^(9 CXL ^ULnit dick to the tune o/ 73 ageing the Stat. Capt. ANTONIO M. GONZALES Commandant of Cadets U.S.C. Lieut. FILOMENO GONZALEZ Adjutant and S-3 U.S.C. ROTC Unit. Lt. COSME MIRABUENO (AFP) Former Corps Commander U.S.C. Cadets 1952-53 T-Sgt. SOFIO C. HERRERA Assist. ROTC Instructor. Sgt. PEDRO CARABAnA Assist. ROTC Instructor. I HE USC ROTC Unit these JL many years past has always been hitching its wagon to a star. Year by year, it seemed to lose itself in its zooming efforts through space and time, so to speak, in trying to hit that star. But the school-year 1952-53 had something in store for it. For, its space-wagon manned by a highly efficient staff of officers and crew, zoomed out ahead with bearing true and tried to effect a convincing bang of a graceful landing right at the very heart of its destination: the star. At long last, the Unit achieved it, after so many years of disappointment in the inter-stellar spaces of persistent and persever ing pursuit for a seeming will-o'-thewisp. Somehow, the efforts exerted into achieving its goal are worth it: now the USC cadets bedeck them selves with the insignia of the star on their right sleeves as the highest mark of distinction in the Unit's be ing adjudged the A-l ROTC Unit of all ROTC units under the Third Military Area. It may well consi der itself the best unit in the whole Philippines. And that is something to crow about, no matter how you look at it, if to brag is an immodest term. And for the record, it is very necessary that we mention names, if only to give credit to those to whom credit is due for the USC ROTC Unit's achieving the muchdreamed of star, which any unit can well be very proud of. Skippered by Capt. Antonio M. Gonzalez, FA (AFP), the USC ROTC space-wagon had to go pla ces. He is a stickler for discipline and efficient training in the class rooms and in the field where he sweats out with his cadets. If we have Capt. Gonzalez as Commrndant of Cadets for the USC ROTC Unit, we have another Gon zalez as his Adjutant in the person of Lieut. Filomeno Gonzalez, Inf. (AFP). As assistant skipper of the USC space-wagon, he knows the what's and how's of the business on hand. Soft-smiling off schedule, tkeiz to a .Staz... AND BAGGED IT! but persistently hard-driving and efficiently busy as a bee with train ing schedules, he molds and shapes each USC cadet according to min ute specifications. The whole training staff consists of two more. T-Sgt. Sofio C. Herre ra (AFP), and Sgt. Pedro Carabana (AFP) are two cogs in the wheel which cannot be dispensed with. The school-year 1952-53 has been a lucky year for the USC ROTC Unit to also have then Cadet Col. Cosme Mirabueno as Corps Commander. He is now a fullfledged Lieutenant (AFP). He is a diminutive but intensely inspiring fire-brand of a cadet commander as USC has had to be convinced right when the star was in the bag. He and his corps of cadet officers with the readiness, willingness and abil ity of all the USC cadets under them last school-year greatly helped in spelling the difference between a star and no-star for USC. BEST FRIEND. . . (Continued from page 7) that they were much together now, and all that stuff. "I won't believe it! Linda is my best friend! And Bert — why, we are in love!" She exclaimed to her self and gave a low laughter. The thought was ridiculous. The next day, Fe received a letter from Linda and Bert. She was glad she did not believe Carmen. She read Bert's letter first. It was a polite, apologetic letter telling her to forget him. She read it twice, then opened Linda's letter. The contents were about the same. Linda was sorry, but they could not help it. She hoped they would still be the best of friends. She men tioned several excuses and use less explanations. Fe wrote them that it was all right, it did not matter. (Continued on page 63) ROTCHATTER. . . (Continued from, page 26) awarded to him for having achiev ed high honors in theoretical exam inations. Cdt Maj Eutiquio Valmoria, FA, Bn Ex O & Adj was the recipient of the Medal lor Loyalty for exempla ry conduct and loyalty to the Corps since his early days as a basic course cadet until his promotion to Cdt Major in the Advanced Course. The Medal for Efficiency was awarded to Cdt Capt Delfin Pengzon, FA, CO, "Baker" Battery. The Battery of "Pengoy'' won first place in Company Competition during the USC day and his Battery also ex hibited exceptional ability in the Company Drill during the last an nual Tactical Inspection. The medals were pinned by Colonel Santiago J. Arceno, Area Commander, III MA AFP, while Lt Filomeno Gonzales, USC Adj & S-3 read the different citations. i THEY WANNA BE SOLDIERS: 1 888 ALL As cadet officers and the regu lar ROTC instructors closed their registration books for the final sum mary of the number of students en rolled with the USC ROTC Corps, . as all-time high in the history of the i Corps was reached. The ROTC office announced that for this year, their rosters carry a grand total of 888 cadets. Last year there were only 600 enrollees in the department. Breakdown of the grand total shows 500 enrolled with the first year basic course. The second year basic course has 300 enrollees. The advanced course itself registered an unprecedented number of 88 cadets. The registrants have already been organized into two infantry battalions and one artillery batta lion. The great increase in the num ber of cadets enrolled this year proves to all and sundry the great popularity which the USC ROTC units hold with students all over the I Visayas and Mindanao. Their gar nering the "love star award" as the best ROTC unit of the year mostly accounts for that enviable popular ity. It was further enhanced when the newly organized unit tucked another feather to its cap when it was adjudged as the Best March ing Unit in the '53 Fourth of July celebration of Cebu City. (Continued on next page) Page 35 AUGUST, 1953 HEADQUARTERS 14TH BATTALION COMBAT TEAM AFP PHILIPPINE EXPEDITIONARY FORCE TO KOREA PAPO 6000 28 June 1953 The Editor The CAROLINIAN University of San Carlos Cebu City, Philippines Dear Editor: There is enclosed a copy ol a letter of the battalion command er, 14 th BCT PEFTOK, to all the loved ones ol the Avengers. Please publish this on a prominent part of your paper. The men of the 14th BCT have already shown their mettle in combat. They will continue doing so as long as they know that all of you back home especially those whom they love are root ing lor them. The letter which I enclose attempts to make a report to the loved ones of the Avengers and to the people of the Philip pines who have the right to know what we are doing here. Thank you in advance lor any consideration you can give to this letter. Sincerely, (Sgd.) ERNESTO J JIMENEZ Captain, JAGS PIO & SJA GUMALO HEADS USC SWORD FRAT Cadet Col. Demosthenes Gumalo, Corps Commander of the USC's ROTC unit, was elected President of the Sword Fraternity in an elec tion conference held at the audio visual room last June 22. Other elected officers were Delfin Pengson, vice-president; Marcelo Bernar do, Secretary; Esteban Chua, treas urer; Vicente Dionaldo, auditor; Perfecto Dequilmo and Conrado Ajero, Sgt.-at-arms. The Cadet Corps of this univer sity was adjudged the "best march ing unit" in an inter-corps competi tion held in conjunction with the local observance of Independence Day. Second place went to the Uni versity of the Visayas. The Board of Judges was com posed of Military personnel from the III MA. Mr. Vicente D. Flores, manager of the Marsman and Com pany, donated the pennant to the victorious USC Corps. MABAQUIAO COMMISSIONED Napoleon Mabaquiao, student of the College of Law and member of the Cebu Police Department has re cently been commissioned Second Lieutenant, AFP, as per GO 120 dated 22 May 1953 of HQ AFP. It maybe recalled that he gra duated from the advance course of the USC ROTC department last 1951. He is a wide-awake student and concurrently, he is designated as a special peace officer or special policeman of USC. Lieut. Mabaquiao also served the cause during the resistance period against the Japanese. MELODRAMA ON TORN SOCKS (Continued from page 21) the contrary, you are greeted with a walk-into-my-parlor grin. The opinion of a select few who handle situations with more delicacy and tact, I could exactly appraise. They think you are either economical or a souvenir collector with a mule la titude. But through this maze of diver ging opinions, I have another view in looking over this bone of conten tion. To me, my pair of torn socks connotes my own life—it has given me the tremendous opportunity of expressing my adamant emotions from extreme rage to summon boSummer Cadre Training’53 fort wm. mckinley, rizal "Charlie" Battery At the official start of the sum mer Camp Training on April 13, 1953, all one hundred-twenty four cadets of the University of San Car los, representing the only artillery unit from the whole south, were as signed to “C" Battery, Artillery Training Unit of the Replacement and Training Center under the Phi lippine Armed Training Command. Thus, the U.S.C. boys remained intact. Atu Camp The ATU Camp is located about four kilometers west of McKinley proper and a good three kilometers east of Nichols Air Base of the Philippine Air Force. The camp is practically isolated except for a concessioner that did thriving busi ness with the cadets, showing the only sign of civilization. Either way out, a pass is necessary. The gates out of Fort Wm. McKinley is guard ed by the Military Police in smart and trim uniforms. The Nichols field outlet is manned by the Air Police who look less impressive than the Army MPs. Out-on Pass Cadets who were not on details were allowed to go out on pass, on Saturdays, coming back the next day, Sunday, before taps at ten o'clock in the evening. Among the sights that the cadets frequented while out of camp were, the most important of all, the Philip pines’ International Fair, Dewey Bou levard, The Luneta, downtown Ma nila, and Balara. And, the treat of the time were the three-dimension movies, Miss Universe and Gil, and the “Thinq." Bock Home The cadets came back home last May 8, after the two-month grind, with certificates as reserves in the Armed Forces of the Philippines and as non-commissioned officers. num. That is why I will make it a point that when death approaches I will wear my pair of torn socks. When islands of beautiful me mories begin to rise up above the river of my lonely life in Heaven or in Purgatory, I can just simply look at my pair of tom socks, and the pangs of loneliness will melt to nil and thrive in the realms of the un conceived. Page 36 THE CAROLINIAN A DAY WITH A COP. . . (Continued from page 13) "Best in the country!" he re marked. It seems that the NBI in Manila are rather envious since what they got is evidently below par. What we have here was ordered directly from the States. You can see how uselul it is when a case comes up involving a mysterious lethal bullet that has to be traced. In another corner ol the room, a steel filing cabinet stood with fore boding. It contained fingerprints of police characters, hundreds of them. "Show me a questionable finger print and I'll tell you whose it is in three to five minutes," dared Lt. del Castillo. I was speechless. He then, led me into their dark room — you know, for photograph ing jobs. Sorry enough, it was in complete. They expect to have it equipped more fully in the future. Funny part about it is, in the ab sence of other much-needed equip ment in that room, I found toilet accessories. "It was once a latrine," blushed the Lieutenant. Well, there you have it. What our police have they use and the honest, straigtforward way they go about it, has paid them dividends. By the way, we have two other Carolinians in the Force. There's Atty. Cesar Languido, USC Law '50. He's an investigator. You know, when there comes a sus pect he grills him and gives our fiscals something to work on. And then, Mr. Julian L. Tuyor, same job. He needs only to show the bar examiner what a hardboiled Carolinian can do and he's a lawyer. Right now, he's serving the Force thumbs up along the way. These guys' job is ticklish. It's been their experience never to un der-estimate new-born crooks. They come educated up and down their spine. Shoot a question at them and they look down their noses at you ready to untwist their tongues to sing out the same old Constitu tional routine that goes: I refuse to answer on grounds that it might incriminate me. The sweetest part of it is, that's their right and they're entitled to keep it. And there no longer is any third degree now that can show them that it doesn't take only a question to get an answer. "But we know how to get re sults," says Atty. Languido, “Le gally." Conferring with Secret Service (Continued on page tiU) HEADQUARTERS 14TH BATTALION COMBAT TEAM AFP PHILIPPINE EXPEDITIONARY FORCE TO KOREA PAPO 6000 CO 11 June 1953 TO THE LOVED ONES OF THE AVENGERS: It is now one month since I reported to you last on the con dition of your loved ones here in Korea. Since then we have as sumed the defense of a sector and put in our normal share ol combat. I am happy to report that our intensive (raining in the Philip pines is paying off handsomely in the frontlines. Two days after hitting the front, we were proved by the enemy and your boys re sponded splendidly in characteristic Avenger lashion. A few days later, they captured a prisoner and before two weeks were out, they turned in another one. In Korea, a prisoner of war is easily worth his weight in gold because he is a veritable gold mine of information. Besides, a prisoner who writes that he is well treated is an inducement for his comrades to follow suit. During the month that the Avengers were on the line, our Division captured four pri soners and two of these were captured by your boys. They re ceived a commendation for this unparalleled feat. Some units stay one year on the line without turning in a single prisoner. We suffered very few casualties which ol course must be ex pected in combat. We had two who were killed in action and all the rest were wounded. They are receiving the best medical care and well on the way to recovery. One of them received the Silver Star from the US Army for his outstanding gallantry. He has con firmed for all time the outstanding qualities of the Avenger and of Filipino soldiery. Since we left the Philippines, we prayed together. Even aboard the LST we continued with the Rosary, the Perpetual Help novena and the Mass. Since then, up to the frontlines we kept our date with God and He has helped us all along. So you see, we have not been alone. We are doing everything to live up to your expectations. All the men are happy. Their morale is very high. They know that you are rooting and praying for them. Their one wish in life is not to fail you. And God willing, they will not. I know it must be difficult for you out there, but please remember that the only thing that sustains your loved ones here is the thought that you are well and that you are waiting for them to return. Without that hope they are lost. That is why I ask you to keep on writing to your boys and telling them to carry on the good fight. Your letters will bring added determination for them to survive this war and return to your arms. We would like to ask again that all of you who know any Avengers, sacrifice the time and the effort to write a few lines. So much depends upon your thoughtfulness. It takes so little but it means so much to the boys on the line. Do not let these boys down. The Avengers are carrying on and with God's help and yours, combined with the prayers of a peace-hungry world, we will be back before you know it. Keep up the fight there and remember us often. Do not forget that it is because of you that we are here. Our love to you all. Very sincerely, (Sgd.) NICANOR T JIMENEZ Colonel, Inf (GSC) Commanding AUGUST, 1953 Page 37 Where is Charlie? (Continued from page 30) Sin in ent (Continued from page 30) ditions and seniorities, or conventions and powers. Our guy is a winning candidate and the entire college knows it. Let's go, and don't stoop at scruples." One of them commented: "Minus intimidations." Can you beat that! And look at the political scene availing in our country today. Compare our college politics with it. Why, folks, the former has become a carbon copy of the actual one indulged in by our elders. A sad case of youth getting into the crooked footprints of our country's unscrupulous politicians. But, yes, we hold elections to train youth in the supposed-to-be sanctified art of suffrage. Are we, students be ing ethical and honest in going about it? The more reason why the USC Stu dent Council should be realized this year. Because we will have more training in conducting ourselves better in a bigger thing than mere class elec tions, if we are to moult away our present sickly state and become sturdy men in the future. And let us ex pect class advisers and professors to have a good hand in making the students toe the line of ethics during the elections of the supreme body for student. With enough guidance and inspiration from our professors, no chicaneries maybe committed and more training in the ethical exercise of suffrage can be had by us. If we size things up, we do so just for the joy of it. For the hope that we might prune or maybe shape things to size as we want them ra tionally for what we think is good for the common good. But more. This beloved country, "ravaged and victimized" by so many indignities committed against her by those who ought to have been more concerned in upholding her virtue, honor and dignity, is for us still a lovable country. And we pity her so much, we can love her forever. Still more, with her, we are free to talk, write and opine as often as we want to, and with anybody. And yet, can that be a saving grace for our politician's infamies? Decidedly not. But see you later for more morsels sized up. mand "take seats." Then we sit down, hands on lap. . . "Com mence," and we eat away. There we are, nice chow — good eating! Boy, everybody is eating fast, so that if there's still some more, they could ask for it in a jiffy. "Hey, waiter, some more rice!. . .” "What? no more sabao?" That's Cdt. Pablo Herrera harrassing the waiters. But the champion muncher of them all is Cdt. Jose Atillo (He was finally assigned to the kit chen during the service practice). Only, he's a cry baby. That made him the target of ribbing from the boys. Hey, Tillo, take some more "Tiki-tiki," huh? So that you can knock em' all out! (what. . . .? me, too? Uh, uh, take it easy, we're pals, ain't we?) Politeness is very well observed in the army too. The battery stands up only when everybody is through eating. At about a little past twelve, mess is over and we rest until 1:00 o'clock in the afternoon when classes start again. But poor waiters, they are still out there, washing 125 dishes (the mess trays). Before we know it, the whistle whirrs again. Grrr!.... somebody should steal that whistle, says Cdt. Rodulfo Fontanoza, who is always caught flat-footed sleeping. Uh, uh. . . still stubborn to get up, eh? There's only one solution to that. A familiar voice roars out; "All right, in three counts, go to formation!" — pandemonium breaks loose inside the barracks. Up and out in a mad stampede. "Hey, my carbine. . ." so back to the barracks again. Hey, that's my helmet, a quick exchange and out again. And finally, about a dozen cadets are late. That was Lt. Ballesteros who counted and created the chaos. "All right, you lazy bones, strip off and put them back on again in 30 se conds! There they go — racing against hell's time. If you're late. . . tsk, tsk, too bad, you'll have to do it all over again! Whew, that certainly was a rough ordeal. Back to class again at the bleachers at 1:00 o'clock, and the instructor — Lt. Romeo Ballesteros. That guy always gives us the creeps, what with his pistol literarily giving us the point if we don't get his instructions. Cdt. Virgilio Yray was almost always scared to death! That pistol-packing mama of a Lieu tenant, must have thought all the time that all of us so-called provincianos appreciated his terroristic chicanery; The Lieutenant asks, "If you are caught right in the middle of the stream by a diving enemy aircraft, what would you do?" "Take a bath!" a cadet snaps back. "Uh! Well, then what do you people out there in Cebu eat instead of rice?" The Lieutenant inquires sarcastically. "Corn, sir," Cdt. Conrado Holganza retorts. (Eh, "Que tai"?) "‘No wonder, you people are corny!" the Lieutenant counters. The orgre. O-oh ............................................. JUSMAG'S coming around. Every body sits erect and the instructor proceeds with the lesson. We try to look as impressive as we can, at least, for the Yanks. The visitors are accompanied by Capt. Gonza lez, our ROTC commandant back at school. Why, he does not even turn to give us a tumble, to think we were his own boys in U.S.C. Aw, nuts — what the heck do we care, anyway, we're doing fine. But we understand that he did it for discipline. Classes is over at 5:00 o'clock in the afternoon. Then we attend "Retreat." It's no retreat to the chapel or retreat hell, either, just a simple flag ceremony — only it is pulled down for the day. Hey, we got an early supper this time. Oh, no — not again! But there it is, half-spoiled shrimps and stringbeans. "Master Menu". . .ugh! Here comes some PATC top brass. Just as we thought, they're cautioning us again about com plaints. After all, we should not be expecting too much because, we have a poor government (baloney!) What about Quirino's extravagan zas? Then comes the newspapermen! (So, that explains for the early din ner — and the top brass) They cer tainly can get around. They take pictures and interview the cadets. Gosh, we've been creating quite a stir with the newspapers lately. It sure is a lot of headaches for the army authorities. Well, we suppose the rumpus is ground for something too, politically — against the ad(Continued on page 55) Page 38 THE CAROLINIAN SPORTS Round-up Editod by TOMMY ECHIVARRE ond RENE SAGUN Last year's failure in winning the CCAA championships didn't take away a single bit of that Carolinian fighting spirit from the hearts of our ever-fighting hoopsters. Their hearts still crave to hit high — high enough to grab that bitterly-contested CCAA trophy from the hands of the University of the Visayas. Coach Manuel Baring's brilliant mentoring and the intense daily grind shouldered by the boys are factors which show that USC is like ly to regain that long-lost trophy this season. Coach Baring wouldn't spend long, tedious hours at the basketball court for nothing. He has tuned them up to battlefront condi tion for the frontline action this month. THE LINE-UP Though lacking the services of a couple of gamesters who helped steer the Carolinian boat to many a victory as well as a handful of defeats, the fund of athletes that will ROY MORALES, '53-54 Skipper Elected Viva Voce face an acid test in the forthcoming CCAA are being reinforced by de pendable high school grads all rea dy and trim for the big day. For mer captain-ball Rudy Jakosalem has taken the exit because his CCAA days are over... a great loss to USC. So, taking his place in the Okay jugheads, let’s get this straight: This is strictly a sport sneezing column. All the hot air, turkey-gobbles and drumming do re-mis about muscular activity in St. Charley is found here. If you have something to growl about the way athletics is being run here in USC... well, spill us the beans and we'll treat it here, man to man. Commentaries on SPORTS are wel come. But be sure it's legitimate, otherwise the wastebasket will have its fill. While talking to a bunch of vagrants in the lobby, one of them started blowing his steam off say ing: ........ and get a load o'this one: somebody picks up a stinkin' ball from nowhere, bounces it around with sadistic delight, glee fully drops it in a hole somewhere, and presto! he gets a nice fat scholarship for it. But that's not all. Hear this: A low-chested creep creates a racket out of a sardine tin and... well, he gets his edu cation free of charge!" If you're interested to know who the pip squeak was, for your information (Continued on page 40) captaincy is ROY MORALES, Rudy's co-pilot last year, and Roy has been brushing up his lay-up shots and radar-controlled one-handers. JIJI SAGARDUI is eager to show his wares when the day comes. He is an excellent interceptor and has an airtight guarding talent which can make a good shooter sick and sloppy. We are expecting MARTIN and TOMMY ECHIVARRE to show their best in the guarding and shooting businesses. Both of them play equally good with dependable push shots and carpet-like breakthroughs. Guard NORY MURILLA has mastered his tap-ins. He says he'll make good his debut on the CCAA. He was the former skipper of the Holy Name College juniors. RUDY ARCELLO specializes on stealing through enemy lines dunk ing his jump-shots from here and there. He'll try to team up with VIC DIONALDO, our ever-depend(Continued on next page) RUDY JAKOSALEM, *52-53 Captain-Ball .... For him — Exit AUGUST, 1953 Page 39 USC Cogers Reign in Ft. McKinley Tilts __ CAPTURE INTER-BATTALION PENNANT WiTH CLEAN SLATE— by: Paking Arriola The Artillery unit, mostly repre sented by topflight hoopsters from USC, romped away with the inter battalion crown in an easy fashion after dumping over the five other participating units in the Post Gym The USC hoopmen who composed the victorious Artillery Team at McKinley. able forward whose "sure-fire" right hand flips and semi-hook shots made him so popular. Clothespole SERAFIN "A de C" SESTOSO is a tough fellow to grap ple with in the rebounds. Together with TONY YOUNG, another cen ter, they'll take turns in the keyhole area. Tony, by the way, is putting his pivot shots to perfection. Former Colegio del Santo Nino stars, DANNY DEEN and NUTSY REYNES are welcome additions to the team. Nutsy who plays forward will try to wow 'em with his super dribbling and terrific set-shots. Dan ny, who fares well in the rebounds and is, himself a foul-baiter, will play guard. FAUSTO ARCHE, a reliable cen ter man and a proficient side shooter, promises to double his pro wess in the pressing defense plays and zone offensives. A BRAINY MENTOR Mr. Manuel Baring, who tutors the team, is very optimistic about USC's regaining the coveted trophy this season. He was responsible for the roaring success of the Ca nasium of the ROTC training camp in Fort McKinley, Rizal. The ho witzer unit had for their line-up Jiji Sagardui and Inting Dionaldo both current stars of the USC varsity (Continued from, page 57) rolinian team during the 1951-52 season. Mr. Baring used to be a star himself during his days. He played for the Colegio de San Car los team before the war. He rose to stardom in the local cage tussles during his student days. Being a USC alumnus, he now devotes his time training his successors. We could be sure then that he really knows what he is doing. INSPIRING HISTORY Ever since basketball came to USC, we've always had a shining name in local cagedom. Thank God, we are still holding that pres tige. But that doesn't mean we have always been first-placers. It means that, at least we were always a top-seeded team. USC has been the birthplace of famous spheroid stars, some of which are still key figures in top Manila hoop leagues. We are indeed proud of them. Before the war, the Colegio de San Carlos was an opponent-feared aggregation. Even Manila found it no joke at all to fight against San Carlos. The contingent was com posed of big, fast and tricky hoop masters . .. and to play around with them might prove to be very costly. After the war, Carolinian eagers saw action with foreign quintets. The Mexicans, the Canadians and the Americans found the San Car los cagestars no joking matter. In 1946 we finally became the NA TIONAL CHAMPIONS. San Carlos was really riding high. Then came the big draw-back. Big Manila teams bid heaven and earth just to get the USC main stays on their outfit. The offers were too tempting for our cagestars that finally they gave in. GENARO "Bay" FERNANDEZ went to the Pon tifical U and LAURO MUMAR, the foul-baiter, donned the Letran shirt. The loss of these pillars affected the team so greatly that in the next years, although it was still rated among the best. Luck did not ride with them anymore. But never a year in the cellar . . . that's the prestige we are holding through all these years. With a pro mising lineup this time coupled with an inspiring background, we will do it again this year.. . this season! MAN TO MAN. . . (Continued from page 39) he acts like Jess Vestil, gobbles like Jess Vestil and looks like Jess Vestil! Straying from one thought to another with Rudy Jakosalem, the 1952 basketball steward of the Green and Goldies and the tricki est thing in the dribbling business, one comes to feel that after all this darned work of dashing from one goal to the other, wouldn't pay your way out of college. Now that he's out of the varsity just because he can't qualify anymore in the CCAA, he has got to start digging! This being his gradua tion year, he ought to have been helped, by the school he had been playing for during the past eight years by giving him a reward, or at least, sort of a reward, in the guise of a scholarship or a dis count in his tuition fees... just to let him see that the school really felt his services rendered unselfishly. So, how 'bout giving him a nice break? Now that the hoopla season is on, we expect more bones broken, more jaws smashed, two dozen pairs of blackeyes, a jeepful of scraped knees, ALL the windows broken, one trampled doorkeeper, and two basketball officials kicked in the seat of their pants! Page 40 THE CAROLINIAN ALUM NOTE J ALUMNUS EARNS WINGS, HONORS When class 53-B, Philippine Air Force Pilot School held its gradua tion exercises at San Fernando Air Base, Lipa City last month, Antonio R. Oppus graduated as class topnotcher. For accomplishing this feat of topping the class of eighteen fliers, the young lieutenant was awarded three medals: the McMicking Award for highest profi ciency in flying; the Deputy Com mander's medal for the highest mil itary proficiency and the Command ing Officer's medal for over-all pro ficiency. Carolinian Boy Oppus of USC High School class 1949 is a native of Bohol and is the son of Col. Oppus, former Provincial Command er of Cebu. He graduated from the College of Engineering at the Mapua Institute of Technology. He passed the board examination on civil engineering the year he entered class 53-B of the pilot school where he earned the golden bar of a Philippine Army airman. CAROLINIAN SAILS FOR U.S. Atty. Eulalio Causing, who was among those who hurdled the bar examinations of 1952 left for Ma nila June 23 on the first leg of his journey abroad. He will touch San Francisco for the world's fair cele brated in that metropolis while on his way to New York where he will take up post-graduate studies ma joring in Corporation Law. ALUMNI-HEROES The plan of the Alumni Asso ciation to build a monument in ho nor of those Carolinians who per ished in line of duty in World War II while still in the blueprint stage is gathering interest and support from the administration and the whole association. Parents whose sons were among those unsung he roes who fought in their own lit tle way the aggression, are enjoin ed to communicate with the asso ciation. —Smile of triumph? Regal-looking Miss Cristina Redona of the College of Commerce faculty changed her name to Mrs. Eulalio Causing in quiet ceremonies last summer. Atty. Causing is him self a blueblooded Carolinian. Luz Evangelista became the lovely Carolinian June bride of Pulsedame Dumon in a late after noon wedding early last June. The USC SCHOLAR MAKES GOOD IN USA An exclusive mathematical so ciety of American universities ad mitted two foreign students to its roll of membership. (Continued on page i2) wedding took place at the Santo Rosario Church with Msgr. Esteban Montecillo officiating and with the bride's mother and Mr. Tereso Du mon as sponsors. In Gingoog, Misamis Oriental, Tony Garcia took Gloria Co Untian as his bride and made a stir of so cials in that town. (Continued on page i2) AUGUST, 1953 Page 41 14)ith Cupid 8 ...................... Mr. & Mrs. RAMON CASTILLO Sweet was the Wedding March. MILAGROS HARDER (nee MILAGROS GABRILLO) "the die is cast" Milagros Gabrillo became the wife of Mr. Julio Harder in a wed ding solemnized at the Archbishop's Palace mid-June last. The San Nicholas Church was the scene of the Ramon Castillo-Do lores Romero nuptials last February. The groom was a pre-war stu dent of engineering and is now an Assistant Mechanical Engineer of VECO while the bride is a USC edu cation graduate of recent vintage. ©a fyw 'Kww... That Carmelita Moran despite the scarcity of jobs and the onrush of applicants has landed a position in Buenavista, Agusan her home town, as a school marm right after graduation last year? Of course Carmelita has a Cum Laude added to her degree on her diploma. In her student days she was such a good Thespian. These spelled the difference. That Noe V. llano finished his Bachelor in Music degree at the Battig Piano School last May and copped it with a grand concert at the Club Filipino provoked favor able comments from local music critics, thus making him the first male pianist who graduated outside of Manila conservatories? He has gone to Manila for higher studies. That former G1 Allan Wayne who studied in San Carlos imme diately after the war has come back from the States where he took stu dies in TV and is now connected with the Armed Forces of the Phil ippines Headquarters at Camp Murphy taking charge of all Army programs over Manila station and is regularly heard over DZFM? He talks about fond memories of Fr. Hoerdemann, Attys. Pelaez and Ortiz and other Carolinian intimates. That come January 1954, when new leaders take over the reins of government, San Carlos might have some of her own in the halls of Congress? Atty. Natalio Castillo until recently Commerce professor who stepped into the arena of lo cal politics successfully made the nomination of the Nacionalista Par ty for the first Congressional dis trict of Bohol. Considering that he (Continued on page 60) ALUMNOTES. . . (Continued from, page 41) Miss Carolina del Mar, who was sent to the United States on a twoyear scholarship grant to take up advance studies in Mathematics at St. Louis University, Missouri, was admitted to the Pi Mu Epsilon so ciety, SLU chapter recently, Miss del Mar was one of the twq. for eign students whose membership was approved, the other being Paulo Ito of Nagoya, Japan. Miss del Mar was teaching mathematics in the USC Girl's Hi Dept, and was enrolled in the Col lege of Engineering prior to her de parture abroad. She has been visit ing various scenic spots and tourists centers in many states including the world famous Niagara Falls and will enroll back at the SLU this fall on her last year of scholarship. She will teach at San Carlos when she finishes her course. Page 42 THE CAROLINIAN Administration • 745 Graduates in Summer Cap-and-Gown Ceremonies A total of 145 seniors success fully graduated from the University of San Carlos at the commencement exercises held on June 6, 1953. The series of activities of the graduating class started with a Bac calaureate Mass at the University Chapel celebrated by Rev. Fr. Ro bert Hoeppener, SVD., Regent of the College of Pharmacy. At 5:30 P.M., the commencement exercises began with a processional ESIra lllhml inile 1□0[TV] Llf 13 degrees, titles and certificates to the graduates. Those who received their diplomas as magna cum laude were: Miss Patricia Kriekenbeck, BSE; Miss Rosetta Fernandez, BSE; Miss Vicenta Lee, BSE, and Miss Irene Ordona, BSE. • New High in Enrollment Reached Enrolment for the first semester took a sharp climb, latest reports showed. An encouraging increase in all departments was noted. Rev. Fr. Francis Carda, Secretary General, termed the swelled enrol ment as "beyond our wildest ex pectations." This was considered Mr. RIZAL ORTEGA MSBA Course Faculty Member Post Graduate School led by the graduating students. Following the graduates came the Faculty, Board of Trustees and fin ally, the Guest of Honor. Chosen guest speaker for the occasion was Mr. Esmael Alvarez, K.S.S., Faithful Navigator, Chief Jus tice Arellano General Assembly, Fourth Degree. After the presentation of the can didates for graduation by their res pective deans, Rev. Fr. Laurence Bunsel, Acting Rector, awarded the Mr. JOSE TECSON MSBA Course Faculty Member Post Graduate School significant in view of the slump in enrolment felt in other institutions. The College of Commerce, Li beral Arts, and Education reported the biggest enrolments. Other col leges follow, in the order of their percentage of enrolment, viz: Phar macy, Engineering, Law, Home Economics, Normal, and Secretarial. It was further noted that the students followed closely the sche dule for enrolment. Enrolment offi cially opened June 1 and classes immediately began June 15. • New Courses, Recognitions and Permits Bared With the end in view of provid ing new avenues of opportunity for her students, the University of San Carlos offered a set of five new courses, according to a statement revealed by the office of the Secre tary-General. The new courses are Bachelor of Science in Architecture, Bachelor of Philosophy, Bachelor of Science in Elementary Education, Pre-Nur sing and Pre-Dental. The press statement bared also the recent government recognition of the following courses: B.S. Zoolo gy, B.S. Mechanical Engineering, and B.S. Chemistry, B.S. Electrical Engineering and one-year special Home Economics Course. Permits were granted also to the following courses: B.S. Architecture, B.S. Chem. Engineering (up to 3rd Bartolome C. de Castro News Editor Ignacio Salgado Victoria Paras Assistants year) and B.S. Elementary Educa tion. An enthusiastic response marked the enrolment in the courses newly opened. Graduate School • Master’s Degree in Business Administration Offered A new division of the Graduate School was created recently with the opening of the new Master of Science in Business Administration course, according to information supplied by the Graduate School Dean. It was noted that a sizeable number of faculty members of the College of Commerce are presently pursuing MSBA studies. Mr. Jose Tecson, MSBA, Head of the Account ing Department, and Mr. Sisenando Buot, MSBA, make up the faculty row. • School Graduate Four Four students completed post graduate studies in Master of Arts in Education and in English, accord ing to a press statement released AUGUST, 1953 Page -13 The Four MA graduates of *53 Summer class with Post Graduate School Dean Fr. Rahmann and some of their professors. by the Office of the Dean of Gra duate School. Of this group, three got their master's degree in Educa tion and one in English. The M.A. in Education graduates and their corresponding theses are: (1) Mr. Lorenzo Ga. Cesar who wrote "a Socio-educational Study of the Town Fiestas of Tacloban City and Neighboring Towns"; (2) Mr. Miguel D. Matildo who wrote about the "Manobos of Agusan"; (3) Casilda P. Pena who took up "The Rise of the Filipino Woman in the Social, Economic, and Political Fields Since the End of the Spanish Regime up to the Present Time. (4) "Lourdes M. Casenas who took up M.A. in Eng lish, dealt on "The Religious and Para-religious Elements in the Seven Great Tragedies of Shakespeare." • Revilla Thesis Sent To V.S. It was recently announced by the Rev. Fr. Josef Baumgartner, S.V.D., USC Librarian, that an ex ceptionally well-written thesis sub mitted by a graduate of the USC Post Graduate School has been selected out of those submitted as requisite for graduation, and sent to the Library of the United States Congress at Washington. D.C. The author of the selected thesis is Miss Tecla Revilla who graduated as a Master of Arts in Education at USC last March 27, 1953. She is currently teaching at the Cebu Normal School and at the same time taking BSEED and Philosophy subjects at San Carlos. The title of her thesis is: “A Study of the Difficulties of Student Teachers in theiCebu Normal School and of Beginning Teachers in the Province of Cebu as a Basis for the Improvement of Elementary Teacher Education." College of Law • Pelaez Named Permanent Law Dean Atty. Fulvio Pelaez permanently took over the reins of the Deanship Mr. SISENANDO BUOT MSBA Course Faculty Member Post Graduate School of the College of Law, according to administration sources. For the last three years, Atty. Pelaez had held the position in an acting capacity. Dean Pelaez' permanent appoint ment was hailed by the students and instructors from the College of Law and from other colleges, it was learned. The new dean was all smiles when he received the news. He immediately issued out the state ment that his major policy will aim at maintaining the high prestige of the College of Law. Meanwhile, an upward swing in the number of matriculating students in the College belied former reports of a decrease in enrolment, figures compiled by the Dean's Office re vealed. The increase in enrolment has reportedly resulted to the doubling of the number of classes. • Attorney-Doctor Becomes Law Professor Former Carolinian Editor-in-chief (1948), Doctor-Attorney Felix Savellon, recently joined the ranks of the College of Law professors, according to information supplied by the Of fice of the Dean of the College of Law. The attorney-doctor is presently teaching subjects in Legal Medicine. He is popularly known for his double-barreled practice in the law and the medical professions. • Bugarin Romps Away With Lex Presidency; Senior Tradition Broken The audio-visual room became a hot-bed of campus politics at dusk of July 18 when the College of Law wrought chaos with the ballot boxes for the choice of elective officers to run the Lex Circle. Personal merits were not accen tuated in the raucus since the clenched-teethed aspirants preferred to hammer on the sadistic angle of defiance of tradition (that a Senior must be president). It became a case of "seat a Barrister or bust!" on the side of the more conserva tive members from the senior and junior classes. The lower strata were for the whitewashing of the whole business, leaving no shade of the much argued "traditions" on the foreground. Marching into the hall, support ers of Mr. Germiniano Mendoza, Senior presidential candidate, ex hibited placards that denounced the "ambitionism" of the Radical's choice, Mr. Expedito Bugarin whom they also labelled as a "tiny hunter Page 44 THE CAROLINIAN out lor big game." The Mendoza party had the room all to them selves at the first bell until the con vention was called to order by Chairman Atty. Dr. Felix Sabellon, Faculty member. Almost simultaneously, staccatoed cheers rang in the corridors outside, as Bugarin's gang trooped in waving placards ol their own style, most impressionistic ol which was one which read: "The Senior's Lex Circle was a failure!" It seems that this one was inspired by an off-hand remark of Law Dean Atty. Fulvio Pelaez who had underscored the outright non-success of last year's Lex Circle. This statement was, of course, an impartial chip off the Faculty block. Winding up the proceedings, and after throwing the water bucket into a pygmy violence that nearly got wild outside, the votes showed the following results: Expedito Bugarin, President, Marcelino Bontuyan, Vice-President, Esperanza Fiel, Secretary, Dinana Arong, Treasurer; Sgts.-at-arms: Emilio Lumontad and Captain Lumbre; and Vicente Lim, Press Rela tions Officer. The presidential post dropped out of Mendoza's breadbasket by a bare one-vote. The tally was 98-99 against Mendoza. To this effect, a spirited hush-hush reached us that the Seniors will question the vali dity of the results basing on the one principal allegation: That outsiders (approximately two) secretly voted for Bugarin and were counted. • Portia Club Elects Officers The election of this year's officers for the Portia Club was held last July 3. The Club is an exclusive organization of female students of the USC College of Law which was founded last year by Miss Teresita Calderon who was elected as its first President. Elected as this year's high brass for the Club are Miss Adelaida Palomar. President; Miss Esperanza Fiel. Vice-President; Miss Cecilia Villagonzalo, Secretary; Miss Gloria Kintanar, Treasurer; Miss Operetta Pamplona, Rep. to the Student Council; and Miss Mardonia Cama cho, Press Relations Officer. The Rev. Fr. Bernard Wrocklage was also chosen as Spiritual Adviser. The Club has prescribed a uni form for its members which they have agreed to wear on Fridays. Fraternity pins bearing the name of the Club have been ordered. Victory banquet tendered by President-elect M. Remulador • Law Juniors Elect Officers In a turbulent election meeting held early last by the Junior Class, the following officers were elected: Macario Remulador, president; Mrs. H. Palacio, vice-president; Norma Labalan, secretary; D. Cabilin, trea surer; R. Bunagan, Sgt.-at-arms; S. Ursal, PRO. A victory banquet at the Sambag Inn was given away by the victo rious presidential candidate. Liberal Arts • New Courses Are Drawing Cards A marked increase in enrolment for the first semester at all depart ments of the College ol Liberal Arts and Sciences was noted, according to figures compiled at the Dean's office. The increase in enrolment was attributed to the opening of new courses. Pre-Nursing and Pre-Dental were listed as the top drawing cards with enrolment doubling the expected number. It was learned that due to this fact laboratory classes in Chemistry and Zoology were upset. Meanwhile, interest was shown by a large number of students who enrolled in B.S. Zoology and B.S. Botany, courses heretofore unknown and untapped. • Trend For More Specialised Courses Preference by students for more specialized courses was one of the trends of enrolment observed by the Dean of the College ol Liberal Arts and Sciences. Reason for this new trend was known to be the un-employment plaguing graduates in general courses and the fresh supply of highly qualified features in spe cialized courses. The trend for specialized courses had resulted to a corresponding de crease of enrolment in general courses. • Pre-Law Studes Protest Bureau Circular Second year Pre-Law students are set to petition for a reconsidera tion of the Bureau of Private Schools AUGUST, 1953 Page 45 Mrs. CARIDAD F. DRIS Normal College Instructor BSE Ed Pioneer at USC memorandum number 25, s., 1953, increasing the units lor graduation in Pre-Law lrom 71 to 77 or 79. It was feared that the present crop of second year Pre-Laws will not be able to graduate this year unless they take summer classes. Their petition for reconsideration sought either the dropping off of the new requirements or the giving of overload to graduating students. The new distribution of units by groups follows; English-18; Spanish12; Laboratory Science Elective-10; Mathematics (1 & 4) -6; Social Sciences-27; and ROTC or PE-6 or 4. Mr. BIENVENIDO P. MARAPAO New Zoology Instructor • New Science Instructors in Liberal Arts Two new science instructors swelled the ranks of the College of Liberal Arts faculty staff. The new instructors are Mrs. Paulina Demerry Pages and Mr. Bienvenido P. Marapao. Mrs. Pages graduated with honors as Bachelor of Science in Agriculture from the University of the Philippines. She was an active member of UP's Phi Kappa Phi. From 1943 to 1950, she was an ins tructor first at UP's College of Agri culture, and later at UP's branch in Cebu. When the latter was closed, she became the head of the Biology Department of the University of the Visayas until recently. Mrs. Pages has elicited praises as an inspiring and resourceful teacher in the different institutions where she taught. She is at present a candidate for M.S. in Botany at the state University. In an interview with a reporter, Mr. Marapao, holder of a B.S. in Zoology degree from the University of Santo Tomas, was greatly im pressed by the facilities extended to students taking science subjects. Classroom atmosphere in San Car los U., according to him, is a wel come change from the other schools where he taught because "here, there is more orderliness and dis cipline." He scouted the over-em phasis on socials in other schools. Mr. Marapao hails from Calape, Bohol. Before coming to USC, he had a two-year teaching stint with the Southwestern Colleges where he taught science subjects. It is being hinted that Mr. Ma rapao maybe sent to UP on a scho larship grant where he will take post graduate studies. If plans will miscarry, he will go there on his own, he pointed out. • Abasolo Wins Pre-Law Presidency In a hotly-contested, three-cor nered fight for the prized presidency of the Pre-Law first and second year class organization, Mr. Cristino Abasolo, Jr. emerged the victor with a comfortable majority of thirteen votes over his political rivals, Mr. Primitivo Lara and Mr. Felipe Verallo. The election was preceded by a hectic, man-to-man campaign ing conducted by the three political parties. The Vice-presidential berth for the second year class went to Mr. Plaridel Estorco who won by a very slim majority over Mr. Alfredo ViMrs. PAULINA DEMERRY PAGES New Botany Instructor cente, a rebel candidate. The vicepresidential gavel lor the first year was easily won by Mr. Bartolome C. de Castro who garnered the big gest majority of all with 39 votes against his rival's one vote. The election had all the trim mings of any local political race. It was complete with walk-outs, poli tical mudslinging, party caucuses, defections, intra-party squabbles and standard campaign harangues. In point of enthusiasm and thor oughness, this year's political spec tacle surpassed all previous ones, observers disclosed. After the elections, the victors were reportedly buckling down to Mr. CRISTINO ABASOLO, JR. President Pre-Law Class Organisation Page 46 THE CAROLINIAN work while the presidential losers goodheartedly accepted the electo ral verdict and announced their in tention to cooperate to the full limit. The other officers newly-elected are: Mercedes Gozo, Secretary-Gen eral; for the second year class: Nora Noel, Treasurer; Wilfredo Manzano, PRO; Manuel Montesclaros, Sgt.-atarms; for the first year class: Zenaida Ty, Treasurer; Vicente Balbuena, PRO; Rodolfo Gonzalez, Sgt.-atarms. The class adviser is Atty. Catalino Doronio. Meanwhile, it was also learned that the Pre-Law Class Organization are formulating plans to hold an an nual inter-departmental oratorical contest. The creation of forensic, debating and dramatic clubs is also receiving careful study and consi deration. • Carredo-Quitorio Ticket Wins in USC Liberal Arts Poll The powerful combination of Ben Carredo and Buddy Quitorio, both seniors in USC's Department of Phi losophy, carried the popular "Young Front" into a near 100% feat in a well-attended election meeting held at the audio-visual room last Thurs day afternoon, July 16. The elec tion, which was conducted viva voce, was presided over by Atty. Catalino Doronio. Results of the election follow: Ben Carredo, president; Buddy B. Quitorio, vice-president; Maria Delia Saguin, secretary; Rosario Te ves, treasurer; Isabelita Alfaro and Bernardo Bautista, Press Relations Officers; Pedro Varela and Angel Desquitado, Sgts.-at-arms. Elected Sweetheart of the College of Liberal Arts was beauteous Vicky Manguerra. • Pre-Med Elect Officers Mr. Francisco Japson, third year Pre-Med student, was recently elect ed President of the Pre-Med Class Organization after Marshalling a slim majority of four votes in a neck-to-neck race for the presidency last July 10. Mr. Eduardo Cabatingan, Japson's political rival, readily conceded his opponent's victory and pledged all-out cooperation for fu ture activities the Pre-Med Organi zation may undertake. Final tallies showed the following officers elected: Mr. Reynaldo Echavez, Jr., VicePresident; Miss Elma Zapanta, Secre tary; Miss Corazon Jimenez (Third Year), Miss Fely Manzano, (2nd Yr.), Miss Dulce Kintanar, (1st Yr.), Treasurers; Mr. Rene Saguin, PRO; Mr. FRANCISCO JAPSON President, Pre-Med. Organization Mr. Julian Banzon, Mr. Alfredo de la Pena, and Jose Borja, Sgts.-at-Arms. Sweetheart of the Pre-Meds is Gracita Rodriguez. • Pre-Laws’ Jaunt Successful For once, the USC Pre-Laws bade goodbye to stodgy volumes for a twofold binge: to get acquaint ed with each other and to give a fitting send-off for departing Caro linian editor, Mr. Emilio B. Aller, an Smith-Mundt grant awardee. The Pre-Law acquaintance party was held in windy Miramar, Talisay, last July 28. The whole affair turned out to be a whooping success, observers disclosed. With the Pre-Laws blow ing the lid off the pack of proposed activities, the other class organiza tions are slated to follow suit. Aside from the games, eating, swimming, and dancing which fea tured the day's activities, two wellparticipated contests were held, namely, the extemporaneous public speaking contest and the “Piniritong Saging" eating contest. In the first contest, the winners were Fe lipe Verallo, Jr., first prize; Bartolo me C. de Castro, second prize; Vi cente Balbuena, third prize. Mr. Verallo also walked away with the first prize in the eating contest. Two songbirds, Miss Mercedes Gozo and Miss Percy Olaco, each gave a vocal rendition. Among the important guests who attended were: Very Rev. Albert van Gansewinkel, Rector; Rev. Enrique Schoenig, Dean, College of Liberal Arts and Sciences; Rev. Bernard Wrocklage, Regent, College of Law; Rev. Joseph Jaschik, Girls' High School Director; Mrs. Bernardita Va lenzuela; Dr. Fortunato F. Rodil; Miss Leonor Borromeo; Mr. Emilio B. Aller, the honoree; Mr. Ignacio Salgado, Mr. Francisco Morelos, Mr. Ariston Awitan, Mr. Buddy K. Qui torio, "C" staffers; Cdt. Col. Demos thenes Gumalo, Corps Commander, USC ROTC Corps. The success of the affair was attributed to Atty. Catalino Doronio, one of the Deputy Governors of the Province, and Mr. Cristino Abasolo, Pre-Law Class President, and his staff of officers. • Pre-Nursing and Pre-Dental Students Organise In a lively election of officers to head the Pre-Nursing and Pre-Den tal Class Organization for the pre sent school year, the following offi cers were elected: Angela Villaflor, president; Cla rita Aparis, vice-president; Antonietta Gabuya, secretary; A. Estanislao, treasurer; S. Ceniza, ass't treasurer; Dativa Gorrero, social manager. An acquaintance party is sche duled to be held sometime after the mid-term exams. Education • Extracurricular Plan Readied A set of extracurricular plans calculated to provide the students with maximum participation in the affairs of the College of Education was recently released by Rev. Fr. Lawrence W. Bunzel, S.V.D., Dean, College of Education. The plans include: (1) the immediate election of class officers; (2) the reorganiza tion of the basketball team of the College; (3) declamation tilts; and (4) elaborate plans for the Fifteenth Anniversary celebration of the Col lege of Education. The press statement bared new class advisers and their respective advisory classes, viz: Senior Class, Mr. Alfredo Ordona, Junior Class, Dr. Fortunata F. Rodil; Sophomore Class, Mr. Vicente Medalle; Fresh man Class, Miss Gertrudes Ang. Messrs. Vicente Espiritu and Vi cente Medalle were slated to revi talize the basketball team of the College of Education, which has been reputedly one of the best teams of this university. The coaches were reportedly girding their plans AUGUST, 1953 Page 47 for the eventual capture of the coining Intramural championship. The annual College of Education declamation contest, one of the big gest activities held annually, will receive the attention of Educator mentors, Mesdames Avelina J. Gil and Esperanza V. Manuel. • Celebrate Fifteenth Anniversary Founding The College of Education lately announced plans for the Fifteenth Anniversary Celebration of the founding of the College. Part of the elaborate program of activities was made known in a circular issued by Rev. Fr. Lawrence W. Bunzel, SVD, Dean of the College of Edu cation. The committee charged with the coordination of all celebration acti vities is composed of the following: Mr. Alfredo Ordona, ass't. dean of the College of Education; Dr. Fortu nato Rodil; Atty. Cornelio Faigao; Mrs. Caroline H. Gonzalez; and Mrs. Maria C. Guiterrez. Partial plans called for a sym posium on Education to be partici pated in by five speakers. The Dean of Education officially fixed the date of anniversary celebration on Au gust 9, 1953. Commerce • Reports Biggest Enrolment In point of plurality of students, the College of Commerce holds the distinction as the biggest college in the entire University, figures compiled at the Office of the Col lege of Commerce Dean showed. Mr. Lolito Gil Gozum, Dean of the College of Commerce, noted a 20% jump in enrolment. This fact was hailed by a great number of Commerce faculty members and students. When queried about his plans the Dean intimated that he will leave much of the initiative and planning to the students them selves. His statement paved the way to the organization of a stu dent council for the College of Commerce, it was indicated. • Top-Flight Instructors with Commerce Faculty Four top-flight instructors boost ed the ranks of the College of Com merce faculty row, a recent press statement revealed. The new men tors are: — Mr. Sisencmdo Buot, M.S.B.A.; Mr. Rizal Ortega, B.S.B.A.; Mr. Rufo Amores, C.P.A., B.S.C.; and Mr. Jose Tecson, M.S.B.A. Mr. ALFREDO VEGA JCC President It maybe recalled that Mr. Buot was formerly manager of the Cebu Portland Cement and ex-dean of the College of Commerce of the then Visayan Institute. He is at pre sent handling subjects in Economics and Business. Mr. Ortega was formerly con nected with the Colegio de San Jose as dean of the College of Commerce. He is presently assistant manager of the Rehabilitation Finance Cor poration, Cebu Branch. It was also learned that Mr. Tec son former dean of USC's College of Commerce, was until recently dean of the Cebu City Colleges. He is presently teaching subjects in finance and economics. • FEU Campus Leader Holds Jaycee Presidential Reins Mr. Alfredo C. Vega, former FEU campus leader, recently took the helm of the USC Junior Chamber of Commerce when the Jaycees un animously offered to him on a silver platter the Jaycee Presidency last July 8. The choice of president of the local Junior Chamber of Commerce, the highest-governing student body of the College of Commerce, drew a chorus of hearty commendations, it was learned. The new prexy, upon assumption to olfice, promptly released a bold new program of extra-curricular activities for the whole college. The program envisages frequent educa tional tours of business firms, the enforcement of more rigid discipline through a Student Court, a welloiled coordination of all departments in the college, and participation at conferences of the Student Council Association of the Philippines. The program is well under serious consi deration and study, the President stated. The president's statement fol lowed closely the announcement of Dean Lolito Gil Gozum of the Col lege of Commerce which pointed out a program to let students and teachers plan together their own program of activities. This policy was hailed even by outside circles. Mr. Vega hails from Manila. During his student days in the Far Eastern University, he was simul taneously President of the Institute of Accounts Student Council, and Grand Prefect of the Rho Omega Tau, a well-known fraternity in the FEU campus. Aside from those posts, he was formerly president of the United Youth Organization of the Philippines, FEU Chapter, trea surer of the University Student Council, and member of the Cen tral Executive Board of the FEUSCO, auditor of the CONDA and the SCAP. In a feature carried by FEU's Advocate, he was credited "to have placed his institute among the ac knowledged leader-institutes in campus activities." Other Officers elected were: Tancinco Antonino, first vice-presi dent; Lim Suy An, second vicepresident; Antonio Alvarez, third vice-president; Juan Ferrer, fourth vice-president; Consuelo Cantillas, fifth vice-president; Glorificacion Suma, general secretary; Febes Tan, general treasurer; Fe Hirang, George Guy, PRO'S; Emeterio Alfuerto, auditor; Cirilo Sario, Benja min Yrastorza, Sgt.-at-Arms. • Gozum is Permanent Commerce Dean; Bares Policy Mr. Lolito Gil Gozum, received recently his papers of appointment as permanent dean of the College of Commerce, a position which he had occupied in an acting capacity until recently. The appointment took effect last June 15, 1953. In an interview with this re porter, the new Dean termed his appointment as "a greater oppor tunity to serve our dear USC." His main policy, he stated, is to pro vide a meeting of minds between students and teachers in the map ping out of plans and activities to be undertaken. Page 48 THE CAROLINIAN Missing Page/s The Mexican Dance. Presented by P. E. Students last May 30 at the USC Quadrangle. umes in the USC library hit the 36,000 mark and swelled the num ber of magazine subscriptions to 130, Rev. Fr. Josef Baumgartner, USC Librarian, revealed. The new book arrivals valued conservatively at P3,000.00 were personally bought by Fr. Baumgart ner during his trip to Manila re cently. More books are expected to arrive soon. The Librarian pointed to the high prices- of books and the dearth of book supply as the main reasons for the slow arrival of books for the library. Import control red tape, according to him completely ham pered plans to buy books direct from the United States. But he in dicated that he will make another try in importing books from U.S.A, and other countries. • New Library Sel-Vp Noted A new, convenient set-up in the USC main library, designed to place at the students' disposal as many books as feasible was re portedly nearing completion, ac cording to a statement from the Office of the USC Librarian. The new set-up consists of pro viding more open shelves to acco modate the ever-growing number of books of general interest which are presently receiving too little attention by the users. The plan calls for placing in the sections for leisurely reading and reference all the books that can be possibly placed there. Plans for the expansion of shelv ing space and research facilities of the Graduate School and Faculty Sections were being readied, it was further learned. The Librarian stated this major expansion program will take the main attention of his office. Minor improvements in the Re ference Section are also due. To provide inducement for reading, guide books will be placed on dis play soon. Meanwhile, the binding of old books, magazines, and pamphlets is progressing at a fast clip with the addition of the Binding Depart ment to the USC Library. This de partment will facilitate the prescrvation of valuable clippings, manus cripts and other reading materials, the report disclosed. • Librarian Bats for General Education; Outlines Policy Anew Rev. Fr. Josef Baumgartner, USC Librarian, batted recently for edu cation that "will develop the wellrounded man," in an interview with this reporter. He bewailed the stu dents' tendency to stick to their own specialized courses and at the same time neglect other branches of know ledge. He stressed anew his policy to develop the students' taste for classical fiction. In this connection, he termed the present literary taste of students as "none too good." He hit the preference of students for the modern, run-of-the-mill love stories — a tendency, he said, which may pamper the reader and thus, make him lose "appetite for real literary food." On the other hand, he stated that "students should try to fill in by their own reading the holes which early specialization tends to leave in their general education." The USC Library, according to him, will cater to the students' demands on this line. Physical Education • Playground Demonstrations Presented To mark the close of summer classes, P. E. students presented playground mass demonstrations last May 30 at the USC quadrangle. The affair had for its purpose to give public school teachers-summerians actual training in conducting such activities. A select group of light-footed students danced a variety of dances which included the Alcamfor Chin ese Four Dance, Mexican Dance, Poldabal, and La Jota E Moncadena. The masterful interpretation of a AUGUST, 1953 Page 51 Fr. JOSEPH GRAISY, SVD Boys' High School New Director well-known native dance, "Curacha" by Eddie Pascual and Miss Rosal, both natives of Leyte where the dance originated, drew acco lades from the public. The "ba lance beam exhibition" provided the top suspense-thriller of the whole show. Music • Symphony, Band, Choir Reorganised In line with the policy to develop the students' taste for classical mu sic, Rev. Fr. Joseph Graisy, SVD, Director of Music, set the wheels turning for the reorganization of the USC Symphony Orchestra, the USC Band, and the Choir. Of the three music groups, the Orchestra will receive the top bill ing, the Director of Music stated. Concerts and public appearances are high on the list of plans. The Director of Music assessed their chances of success as "bright." Under the baton of Mr. Candido Selerio, the USC band counts with 70 members while the Symphony Orchestra has 40 members. The choir is slated for church and spe cial occasion purposes. All future plans, according to the Music Director, will synchronize with the avowed aim to develop the students' liking for classical music. • Offer Music Courses The USC music school threw its doors wide open when it offered recently music courses in Piano, Voice, and any wind instrument, the music department announced. Under the directorship of Rev. Fr. Joseph Graisy, Ph.B., the faculty staff is composed of Mrs. Lourdes Perez Sala for piano and voice courses; Mr. Vicente Abellion for violin; and Mr. Candido Selerio for wind instruments. Enthusiastic response to the new music courses was gauged by the great number of students enrolled in the music school. It was further learned that music is also offered as a vocational course in third year high school. • Mull Plans for Conservatory of Music The Director of Music set 1953-54 as the target date for the opening of the Conservatory of Music. Mean while, long-range projects are being undertaken preparatory to the open ing of the Conservatory, the Director announced. The announcement came close to the purchase of one piano, P2,500.00 worth musical instruments, Band uniforms and music pieces valued at Pl,500.00 and P300.00, respect ively. Four new rooms were also added to accomodate the growing number of music students. • Bandmaster to Study at VST Conservatory A plan is afoot to send Mr. Candido Selerio, USC Bandmaster, to Manila for further study of wind instrument-playing at the UST Con servatory of Music, it was learned. His study and expenses will be borne by the University, according to the Music Director when queried about this matter. He will be away for about a month or two. High School • Boys’ High School Sports New Look: Fr. Graisy New Director Innovations in roofing and paint ing of USC's Boys' High School were completed in a P12,000.00-project this summer, the Office of the Boys' High School Director revealed. Meanwhile, Rev. Fr. Joseph Graisy, Ph. B., took over perma nently the directorship of the Boys' High School which he held tempo rarily during the second half of last year. New plans for improvement are due to be revealed later. • Girls’ High Has New Director The directorship of the Girls' High School Department changed Fr. JOSEPH JASCHIK, SVD Girls* High School New Director hands recently when Rev. Fr. Joseph Jaschik, SVD, became the new Girl's High School Director vice Rev. Fr. Jose Lazo who is now parish priest of Espiritu Santo Parish, Manila. Fr. Jashick was formerly Director of USC's Dumanjug branch for five years. Up to the time of his return to USC, he was assigned to Laoag, Ilocos Norte. In an interview with this reporter, the new Director stated he contem plates no new plans and that he will toe closely the policy of Rev. Fr. Edward Norton, former Director now on study-leave. Miscellaneous • Carolinian Editor V.S. Bound A U.S.I.S. press release recently appeared in the Cebu City dailies carrying word of a U.S. travel grant awarded to Mr. Emilio B. Aller,, Ca rolinian Editor-in-Chief. The heart ening news reportedly threw the whole editorial staff into jubilation even as felicitations from countless students, professors, and teachers continued to pour in unabated. The Smith-Mundt travel grant, part of the U.S. Exchange-of-Persons program, will afford the Carolinian head to observe American youth movements, and student press acti vities abroad. He will be away for a period of three months with tra vel expenses and per diems to be paid by the U.S. government. Page 52 THE CAROLINIAN --------------------------------- Caroliniana --------------------------------(Continued from page 2) The liberator' of Cebu's alleged neo-terrorists and would-be terrorists, allegedly terrorizes in effect his own "beloved" step-mother. . . The "kernel" who has ordered to arrest the second Lacson (In dis kerner) got bawled out this sweet: "Get da Hell outa here!". . . .... It has come to pass that the Korean affair ori ginally intended to stop Communist international agression turns into a wholesale sell-out to the Reds in the guise of truce which may yet mean trash. Memories of the Munich sell-out must be that sweet to encourage the allied diplomats to sell out some more in their blind desire to barter the peace for a short-lived worthless trash ... France's Christine Mar tel, the new Miss Universe, don't want no boys fer the present: she only wants to act in the movies and eat (yumyum) dishes a la France. Buddy remarked gruffly: "Dat so?!" .... ...... And it has come to pass that some people gets green-eyed at other people's good luck they could not sleep of nites thinking of their badly beaten and deflated egos. When the lucky guys meet them, their mugs contort into shades of belaboredly un cooked grins that betray bitterly bitter envious hearts, tchk, tchk! It would seem that the foxes are con fronted with inviting but unattainable, (and therefore), sour grapes which they never even have the chance of ever tasting. Their malady beats EQ's bursi-,er, tummy ulcers, in that it curls up double in their insides, they had to spit out nasty epithets to the four winds if only to relieve themselves.... .... And this litany of symptoms are Humaniana which has always been in the black and white of the human heart ever since Adam and Eve legged it out of Eden. One lighter Humaniana symptom which has become Caroliniana in vogue has been the result of Homer's bugs having bitten the propensities of the majority of our staffers. Currently their pens drip with sentiment and self-pity. Melodramatic, they have become! "Ay naku!," coos a coo-ed. We dished it out profusely even if you did not like the idea of our taking off the lid from a lot of nauseating, stinking garbage. But now that we dunnit and you may not like the way we dunnit, how far can a student press be free? Shall it only be free not to sound off freely? You have your answers. But we have ours tucked in Magna Cartas, constitutions, bills of rights, manifestos, statutes, and plain horse-sense, if down-right common sense won't do. Gowan, think! (Similarities to OWK's own ver sion of yappity-yapping is purely coincidental and never intentional. Dissimilarity might be that we are more civil to women than he is not.) THIS NUMBER — We did not think we could pen down some four editorials. But the pen gets itchy at proper times, so that having been given the proper inspira tion to write, we were even itching to write more, if space were more accomodating. It has been said that to have a wish is to admit of imperfection. .That is perfectly right. But when we wished for njore space, we already, and have always, admitted in the past our own imperfections, human that we are. So why wish to be perfect when it is impossible to be so without the grace of God properly intervening? For by anybody so wishing to be perfect, in the wishing alone to be perfect, succumbs to imperfection. And because we are but humans, we cannot help but wish, and we take occasion to wish for the revival of the Student Council, after wishing Father Rector a very pleasant welcome back home to San Carlos. We are wishing that he grant his approval, out of the goodness of his heart, for the revival of a very much overlooked student privilege. We beg his indulgence to consider this desire of the majority of USC's population. The Father Rector, on his arrival from abroad, opened his heart to all. He is glad to be back to San Carlos. It was his wish to be back sooner in spite of the Thrills of Travel he now writes about, which we designate as the piece de resistance of this special issue. The thrills that travel brings can only be approximated. But the real thing can only be poignantly experienced in the mind and heart of the person travelling. And yet, the vividness of his narration makes you feel that you were with him in his globe-girdling. We hope we can do a thing or two like it if our scheduled chance to go abroad will not hit a snag sowewhere. Say, Bud, are we really going abroad? Says Bud: "Everytime and anytime we like it, by vicarious experience." VNL bemoans about the free scholarships until now not granted to staffers of this mag. Armed with sarcasm barbed with wit, he dishes out gripes un limited. * * * * And here comes Jake Verle, the quondam radio announcer and actor now turned into law student and virulent dissenter. More facets evolved by his ebullient character are that of budding crusader and on-coming knight-in-shining-armor. And his pen and tongue are decidedly mighty. With fancy phrases, he bewails the sad plight of Aling Filipinos, victim of many a politico's ulterior motives and shady deals, grovelling from the effects of the indignities committed against her by her own spoiled, mercenary and ruthless children. Jake exudes with exuberant energy and flares up with righteous indignation at people in public life who need to be told any concerned citizen's piece of mind via tongue-lashing and pen-slashing. The true spirit of the genuine Filipino youth perks up in his column, braving the ire of elders who may not like his language. He dishes out a lot of common sense, guilelessly unperturbed because confident, and rightly so, that he is right. Once in a while, good fortune comes our way. Perhaps a gentle rain from heaven. But virtually, this time, a gentle rain from heaven falls into our midst. Rosario Teves, one of our brand-new literary eds came, saw and conquered us. With her pen, of course. (What else do you expect, eh. Bud?) Best Friend is only her initial vehicle, but she already bags a higher-chair in the staff with it. Atta-girl, Rose, er, Charito, er, Charing, er. Inday, er, we give up! (She didn't bother giving us her nickname). But Best Friend is told in smooth flowing lan guage, you'll be inclined to believe the author is an old hand at writing. The Staff is honored with her pen. (Continued on page 58) Page 53 AUGUST, 1953 ^Daddy. OZnatM. (Continued from page 11) Shocking, simply unforgivable! But Patsy had only to flutter her none-too-long eyelashes and to look mischievously into Ven's susceptible eyes which were already profusing with tears, and the next minute he was ruming his pencil on the painted wall and came up with: "PATSY POISONED VEN — SEPTEMBER 1, 1947 " Patsy got away with a potential charge of murder — sweetly! Sultry afternoons drove Patsy and me under the shady tamarind tree. The place gave a very inti mate view of the mountains and the broad blue sky. She particularly loved this place because she said it sent her nearer heaven and earth at the same time. "You're romantic, Pat!" "I know. Well — speaking about being romantic — Here's a letter I had this morning. It's from Man ny. Read!" As I pulled out the letter from the envelope, petals of Everlasting fell out. She gathered them care fully back to the envelope. . and we surely missed our sensitive Addinsei enthusiast. There is not one of us here who can play the "Warsaw" so well... and you know, Pat, I was scolded by the student-teacher. I kept on staring at her, I didn't hear she asked me to recite. "Poor Manny" they said. She looked very much like you.. Good grief, Pat, he's falling for you!" "Ditto here," Patsy admitted readily, tapping her left breast dra matically with the tips of her finger. "But 1 can't... I mean you're still.. . "A child?" "I'm sorry, Pat" "You don't have to sound apolo getic. He is one reason why I'm here. I would not have met you, Let." She tried to smile and 1 was not much comforting. "Dad wants me to be a doctor. I think I can tac kle it too. It would mean years, Let, and Taboo on Manny. I could see their reason. They're all so good to me. Dad and Mom and the rest. I just can't afford to fail them. They've looked up to me as some sort of an ideal dropped out of the blue and I'm afraid they'll have to be disappointed one day. That's what price glory, to me. They thought being away for a while would let me forget. I hope 1 will." "Judging from what Miss Cordera said, you are forgetting, Pat. Being the valedictorian in this High School means devotion only to books, lectures, books, and more books." "1 doubt that." Patsy became a regular letter writer since she went back to Manila four years ago. She's enrolled in the College of Medicine now. Her letters send me to side-splitting laughter. They're the kind that one loves to read three or more times without their being “love-letters." But one of her latest, caught me off guard. ... .Manny is back from Pasade na. I ought to be happy but I'm not. I've tried not to mention his name or even to think about him. For doing this, I make the folks at home pet me more. You even envy me for that. I've learned by this that nobody could ever be perfectly happy in this life. One has to have privations one way or the other. Manny is waiting for my decision. He's going back to the States. He has a job there that pays him big, quite bigger than I had imagined he was worth. "I'm going to send my Dad a long night-letter and collect. Just to show them I'm still a young woman not a mere medical student...." Latest letter: "... .if only Dad and Mom would outrightly object to him, maybe I would be sure about what to do. I wish they would turn raving mad at me... Manny took my words like a real man. I know Dad will be proud of him.... but later. Mean while, I'll still have to remain their darling bundle of mischief. An item for income-tax exemption!" FILIPINAS (Continued from page 6) ★ WHAT, HERE, TOO? During the elections of class officers in the College of Law here, drinks and eats became the by-word of the voters. The result was healthy. So. if you want to win as prexy, take it from me, you buy 'em all; if the rule doesn't change, you'll be prexy. Other wise, you may console yourself with the thought that the rest of us still have our prerogatives that you can't usurp that easily. S&awn ^Oas could recall fond moments. There was that oftentimes recalled me mory of his conversation with Lina right after graduation from high school. "Bert, I'm afraid Tatay Sebio may know we are engaged. This will irk him. He wants me to graduate from the four-year Nursing Course before I can ever entertain any pro posal." "But Lina, we shall not marry now. I'm still studying as you are. Tatay Tonio wants me to study in U. P. You know, I love music and I wish to be a great musician." "But Bert. .." "Never worry Ling, four years from today, we'll be graduating, if God permits. We'll marry after that. And before that, I'll help your Tatay watch over you, look after you and inspire you." "But you're going to a city where many..." "You mean girls? Don't be that crazy. I have given up everything for you." "But a playboy like you..." "There, again. . . don't you trust me?" "Of course, Bert, yes. I'll wait for you — for your return." That was long before the war was declared. Before Tio Tonio died of malaria. And after that, Roberto had worked tooth and nail to support his studies in college. He graduated, and had renewed his plans to marry Lina three years later. But, unfortunately the war was declared and he had returned. It is easy to hope, easier to wish, but to Roberto, it was the easiest to dream. He oftentimes dreamt of Lina — and Lina alone. He could only dream of her be cause he knew that he was not yet in a position to marry her. He must be prepared for the needs of matri mony first before he could ever mention marriage to Lina.A day was over... a night.. . many days and many nights. . . then. . years. Bert continued his everyday-routine on his little farm. General MacArthur had returned! US aid came pouring into the Islands. The liberation of all of the Philippines was in the offing. Life became brighter for the Fi lipinos. Time had to change as circumstances made them. The change was assuaging, comforting. The smell of liberation was a relief to a be-nighted people — to a mother who craved for her son to THE CAROLINIAN Page 54 return from the battlefields, to a wife whose aching arms awaited a husband's homecoming, to a farmer who wished that life would become a bit easier, and to the soldiers who dreamed of victory and the fighting to cease. And part by part the Islands were liberated, and signs of the new peace were al ready at hand. In that barrio of Gasa, the peo ple were rejoicing. A dance was held at the house of the Barrio Lieutenant in honor of guerrilla and American officers. Lina, one of the prides of the barrio lasses, was invited to attend. A lot of the of ficers of the liberation forces at tended. Capt. Richard Nell was one of them enjoying the dance that lasted past 2:00 o'clock in the morning. Lina seemed not to mind the lateness of the hour. What suited her fancy were the attentions showered upon her, and later, the proposal of Capt. R. Nell to marry her. Attracted by the glowing bars attached to his collar and the pistol hanging on his right hip, Lina chose to forget all about Roberto. Capt. R. Nell was suddenly all that she cared for. The following day, she wrote Ro berto a letter ol separation. She did every means to avoid meeting him again. As far as she was con cerned, Roberto was not as dashing as Capt. Nell. Roberto was out. She hated to recall the pledge of love that once she vowed to Ro berto. Capt. R. Nell became her one world, her one thought, her one obsession. Roberto could rot in his fields, for all she cared. Roberto soon understood every thing between Lina and Capt. Nell. He felt he was robbed but at the same time he could not blame any body. Not even Lina. Speechless, motionless, broken hearted, yet, thoughtful, Roberto stretched his legs on a bamboo bed one sultry evening. Thoughts crowded into his mind. Alone in his room, in the lonely darkness he bit his lips and tried to assuage the sharp pangs of his aching heart. "Cruel... Lina... yet, I can't hate you. . I love you," he mum bled under his breath. The clock chimed twelve. But he kept recalling fond- moments. "You made me love that piece. It haunted me every night while you were away. Won't you play it for me again, Bert?" (.Cant’d on page <>4) (Continued from, page 38) ministration. It was a lot of hullabalo but we love it anyway, though we are on the losing end — cripes! Well, it's quite dark already but we can't call it quits yet, not after the day's schedule — we got to have some fun too. We usually end up in "Bull Sessions" under the huge watertank. Cdt. Felix Ruiz is always a sucker for a song. But don't let them "push you around too much," eh, Phil? Here's a guy who can raise the roof with his mule-opera. Cdt. Julian Evangelis ta baritones with fervor and terror, his "Ottomobiles" (But we sure got scared when a moro aboard the same ship that took us to Manila started chattering like a machine gun after we pitched in with "Ottomo," led by Julian, sometime around midnight! Whew, we were afraid there was going to be a "Huramentado.") A lot of other guys are at the concessioner's too. Ten cents worth of peanuts can get you in conversa tion with Lily. But over at Chayong's counter, it's got to be 30 cents, for “Halo-halo". "Well, they're girls, the only ones in our lives (uh, uh. . . take it easy, Ro ger) ... at least in our camp," says Cdt. Rogelio de la Senia. Hey, look! No wonder we heard some body talking like a moro. Cdt. So lomon Riveral is scaring the day lights out of those "Able" and "Baker" boys. Eh, "pagari"! The artillery basketball team is practicing with the Engineers in a night game. Triggered by old U.S.C. stalwarts, Cdts. Evaristo Sagardui, Vicente Dionaldo, Amado Rubi and Francisco Arriola, the “Charlie" eagers, who practically formed the "charge 5" of the ATU first team, are showing the Manila boys their “super-fuze-quick" brand of basketball. (They finally knocked out from the running all the rest of the other battalions in a clean slate during the Inter-Battalion Intramu rals to take the championship — and the trophy to the ATU camp, 5th bat talion. Incidentally, the ATU vol leyball team also won the Volley ball championship). Back at the barracks, some of the boys are writing letters in front of pictures. Speaking of pictures, some guys simply keep staring at them, like pictures of Armi Kuusela which they bought at the Philippines' International Fair and using Pola roid glass they used in seeing 3-D films in downtown Manila (They're trying to see her in three dimen sions too!) Gosh, we did not know Miss Universe is cheap. . . why, her pictures only cost a dime each! And you could make a bargain for a dozen. But too bad, we missed her. “Why, if Armi had seen me first," says Cdt. Loy Bernardo, “Gil could've been out of the picture!" Cdt. Daniel Aguas, incidentally, our battery representative, has just arrived from his nightly chore — massaging our battery commander, Capt. Cesar Campo. (Actually, he had been in six or seven accidents already. The last one being the gunshot wound in his leg, which accounts lor his limping and conse quently, the need for massage.) Why, the Captain liked it so much the first time Danny tried it that he has to call for Danny ever since. Poor guy, he needs to rest right away, but how the heck can he when just next beside him, Cdt. Enemecio Solon is talking incessantly. Then Cdt. Evangelio Lao keeps moving up on the upper deck — on top of Danny! At 9:45 P.M., the bugle sounds call to quarters. And finally, taps comes at 10:00 o'clock. . . lights out and everybody is in bed — except the guards. The guards, with lack of sleep and plenty of mosquitoes, are al ways on the alert. Maybe just in case the “Thing" shows up. Cdt. Rodrigo Tumulak had just read about the “Thing" in a Manila newspaper and he has to guard tonight. "Brr. . gives me the creeps just trying to figure out what the ‘Thing’ is," says he. It bites too, Rod! Ho-hum. . . everything seems to be quiet now. Yep, everybody must be sleeping now. Oh, oh there goes Cdt. Arsenio Velez, the guy who talks in his sleep right in the middle of the night! And he does it every night, too. Brother! You wouldn't want to be in his shoes if he ever sleeps in the house of his mother-in-law. You'll never know what he'll talk about! Well, all's well that ends well, and before we know it there goes the whistle again! NOTE: To Cdt. Orlando Israel: (our lone "Casualty" — left behind and re cuperating at the V. Luna Army Hospital). We hope you come home soon. Somebody is waiting for you. Page 55 AUGUST, 1953 What is Russian Communism? ----------------------------- (Continued from page 17)------------------------------ted that he was a Communist (he later became editor-in-chief of a re volutionary Communist daily pub lished in Hungarian in New York). The following is part of his testi mony; his answers were given in reply to questions proposed by Mr. Eslick. Mr. Eslick: You would go to the extent of using force and violence the same as they did in Russia when the Russian provisional gov ernment was overthrown and the Communists took control? Mr. Bebrits: I cannot imagine a revolution without the same me thods as the Russian workers and farmers used. Mr. Eslick: If your idea of the new state would come into being at once, a change from our form of government to the Soviet form of government, would you pay the MEMO TO PRESS RELATIONS OFFICERS OF ALL USC ORGANIZATIONS In consonance with our desire to have a thorough coverage of all campus doings, we kindly request the Press Relations Of ficers of the different campus organizations, clubs and sororities to make frequent news reports or press statements to the CAROLINIAN. It is further requested that all Press Relations Officers must see the CAROLINIAN clerk for proper registration. All news reports, tips, or press statements maybe sent or delivered personally to Mr. Joe de la Riarte at the Office of the Dean, College of Liberal Arts and Sciences. — EDITOR landowner and the merchant and the other property owner anything for his holdings? Mr. Bebrits: The landowner, the property owner, will not get any thing. I hold that property owning, in my opinion, is the result of rob bing generations of the people. Mr. Eslick: You would take away lands, merchandise, banking? Mr. Bebrits: Yes. Mr. Eslick: You would make no compensation whatever to the owner? Mr. Bebrits: No. Mr. Eslick: But suppose the ca pitalist class and individual corpora tions refused to give it up, then how would you take it away from them except by force? Mr. Bebrits: All revolutions are working with force. Mr. Eslick: And you would go to the extent of killing him in order to take his property, would you not, if it became necessary? Mr. Bebrits. 1 guess he will be wiser than to say he will stand and get killed. The Above Doctrine Brutally Applied in Russia In the fifth chapter of this book I showed how frightfully this doc trine of expropriation was put in force against the kulaks and how cruelly the plan of establishing kolkhozes was executed. Of course, in Ruscomist "morality" there is no such precept as "Thou shalt not steal." In 1929 the U.S.S.R. determined to force all the peasants into col lective farms, where they would be under absolute state control. The entire class of kulaks were expropriated. They and their fa milies numbered several millions. All their property was forcibly taken and they were put as so many sheep or cattle on to freight trains and sent off to work as slaves in timber camps, mines, canals, rail way construction, etc. This des potic act of the Soviet government terrorized the other peasants to ac cept collective farming, for anyone who opposed the new system could be denounced as a kulak and dragged off to slave labor. "Ever since that time," writes W. H. Chamberlin, "the Soviet eco nomic system, fatuously described as 'economic democracy' by 'liberal' commentators in other lands, has rested on a base of mass slavery, (bold-face mine.) The kulaks were not the only victims of this system. Nationalist discontent among the Ukranians and the peoples of the Caucasus and Central Asia, econo mic discontent among the pros perous Cossacks of the Don and Kuban valleys, in south-eastern Russia, was repressed with the aid of mass sentences to exile at hard labor." (Communism Means Sla very, p. 6) And that's the unspeak ably vile system that Ruscomists wish to introduce into the good old U.S.A, and other free countries! Does Expropriation Abrogate Classes? Only those who are woefully ig norant of Soviet conditions labor under the delusion that the expro priation of property owners has abrogated class distinction and that there are no longer any distinct classes in the U.S.S.R. Those who have read Mr. John Fischer's interesting book, Why They Behave Like Russians, will surely not accuse him of being prejudiced against Russia; rather, I think, some readers will consider him somewhat biased in favor of the U.S.S.R. Yet he writes: "when an American speaks of classes he usually is thinking of differences in living standards, education, and social standing. Class distinctions in this sense do exist in the U.S.S.R., sometimes to even greater degree than in the United States. (No Rus sian denies this fact, although Ame rican Communists occasionally do). Moreover, class privileges are created by the government itself, frankly and deliberately, as one of the main tools for enforcing its policies, (bold-face mine.) They run through every aspect of Soviet life, from the distribution of power down to the handing of theater tickets. "There is a venerable Russian legend about the master who got an astonishing amount of work out of his serfs by using two means of persuasion — a cookie and a whip. The moral has not been for gotten. Today Soviet rulers are using the same carefully-balanced combination of rewards and punish ments to squeeze the greatest pos sible effort out of their weary sub jects." (pp. 91 and 92.) Eugene Lyons tells us that "there are rich and poor, educated and ignorant, just as there are in non Soviet lands." (Everyday Life Un der The Soviet System, p. 5.) And he states — what has likewise been expressed by so many other stu dents of the U.S.S.R. system — that, after all, it matters not to the work ing man whether he is laboring for the State or a private corporation, whether he is working for a private landlord or the government, when all he gets personally are his own wages or his own small portion of the farm produce. The fact that property owners have been expro priated does not mean all that now "all things are in common and equally shared." Page 56 THE CAROLINIAN USC Cagers Reign in McKinley Tilt (Continued front page iO) team. Additional cagers from San Carlos were: Boy Rubi, Poking Ar riola (both former varsity cagers), D. Aguas, and R. de la Serna. They were reinforced by six other hoop men from the "Able" and "Baker" batteries. Latonio and Flores of the latter batteries supplied the brawn and brawl to make things complete. Coaching the team was Captain Perez. Captain Francisco Casintahan, Battalion CO, was manager. The latter supplied the uniforms and cases of beer and booze as "refresh ments" and his stern voice lifted the morale of the Cannoneers. Their initial encounter was against the Unit VI aggregation. This unit was the toughest customer in the list for most of its crew were members of the Mapua Institute of Technology varsity team and cur rently NCAA leaguers. They had Berting Yrastorza and Socrates Pilapil as their mainstays both of whom were former USC high school stalwarts. But in the long run they found themselves ousted by the de termined Unit V. The game ended with Unit VI holding the dirty end of the stick. Score: 34-32. The next dish on the menu was Unit III. The Howitzer lads clowned their way into merry 49-34 victory over the ill-starred Rifle unit. Unit II offered a short-lived oppo sition to the rebellious Cannoneers in the last quarter. The latter was so over-confident in the first three quarters that an upset would have been inevitable had it not been for the labors of Skippah Sagardui and the spectacular drive-ins by Dionaldo. Final Score: 46-30. The best contender for the Artillerers was the Unit I speedsters. It fielded a strong wall of basketeers with Godoy and Lobregat of Letran spearheading. The score seesawed from all starts and one couldn't tell who'd come out as victors. Godoy was off form. . . one could easily see that. .. but he created so much harum-scarum during the whole route that to turn your back on him for a split second might cost Unit V the game. So, Jiji Sagardui was assigned by Generalissimo Perez to put Godoy in a straitjacket.... he did well, and Godoy looked like a wet chicken in hot summer. But there was Lobregat to be taken care of yet. He was a pain in Unit V's neck. Inting Dionaldo put the ki bosh on him ably assisted by Boy Rubi and sometimes Latonio or San tos, taking turns. From there on, the travel was smooth ... bothered occasionally by sporadic attacks from Godoy and Lobregat. Final tab: 52-46. Unit IV, their last meat on the dish, were pushovers. The usual slapsticks of Boy Rubi and Poking Arriola were too much for the crowd of riflemen. This was a clean vic tory for the Cannoneers. Score: 58-42. Coach Perez deserves a sepa rate and hard pat on the back for his damning tactics and timely re placements. Manager-Captain Fran cisco Casintahan had the proudest chest in the whole training unit for having not only the best cannoneers in the whole area, but also the best basketeers. In June 4, 1953, Captain-ball Evaristo Sagardui marched proudly up the platform to receive a shiny tro phy in behalf of his victorious team and the entire artillery unit from Colonel Tirso Fajardo, vice com mander of PATC. Sink Qt On , (Continued from page 20) I FROM LONG BEACH, CALIFORNIA | COMES........ 1 this AP report: "Tall, blonde Nancy Petraborg of Seattle, Washj ington was just beginning her strut i down the run-way in the finals of the Miss U.S. beauty contest. Suddenly, she broke her stride and be gan clutching at her hoop skirt. Her slip was slipping. . . After the nec essary repairs, she completed the walk amid tumultous applause." That's news to prospective Sil vana Manganos and Armi Kuuselas. By the way, folks, "Universes" are getting business-like these days. A Jaguar can make a contract. ! A TIP FOR "UN-FTLIPINIZED" PHARMERS.... j after hearing of USC aliens dis qualified from the Board Exams, | Omicron Weekly's Editor, Rosita I Ty, penned: "Anyone of you not I yet 'Filipinized?' Better hunt down, or better still, grab a hubby who's a genuine P.I. citizen. Act, act be fore it's too late for the Board exams! Sabes?" There's a matrimonial safari coming. That's some strategy the ROTC tacticians missed. AUGUST, 1953 Page 57 C A. K O LIU AMA (Continued from page 53) RT is a new find. But here comes another one with a kalei-doscopic pen. That Daddy Knows all the answers motivates her short story. Lilia Cinco, the new literary ed herself, beams with homely charms pleasing to the eye. We just can imagine her homeliness while reading between her lines. In person, this new staffer is a soft-spoken con versationalist. She is a scion of the Cinco's of optical fame. The way she writes, we blamed ourselves not to have been able to invite her into the staff earlier. The lines of poetry already overflowing on pages 8 and 9 overflows further on page 10. With our poets mushy with love, love and more love, this issue drips with it. With only an exception: Pat Castellano's Freedom Gleams. But then it also deals about love: of country, though. Apawitan, Jr. awakens. To what? It must be quite wide-eyedly a rude AWAKENING. Bart de Castro, new nosey news ed, must be good at secret interludes. He waxes romantic about The Tyst. Pat, too, exudes with emotion over a happy event. He must be imagining about his own in the future. Say, Pat, is that The Answer? The Devotion the lucky one gets from beauteous Elsa Valmonte should be a heaven on earth. She just pours all her heart and soul into her lines which must be inspired by every particular him. Elsa is a new staff-member. The Shortest Love Story may look short when told in new-fangled poetry. But we doubt if love can be that short-winded. We wrote it, and yet we are confused ourselves. But that being so, we vouch for Doveglion as having no peer in confusing people. However, Filipinos may not have liked to be con fused, it seems, so that JGV took a powder and lelt for America for keeps some time years ago. Ameri cans seem to like being confused by a human with a tri-animal personality: the dove, the eagle and the lion. The lion may be ours too by coincidence, ha - ha, but what's in a name? But yes, it seems that our name has already confused two dainties in the literary section, we would like to meet and explain up to, if we are not only too shyly introver table in our moods. So, what's the use? We better be a mystery, an enigma, a question mark, forever amber. . er, after. (Bud, s.o.s.!) No, Never, we say. But don't make that bamboozle you into submission. We only pretend to be poets, although we may only qualify as poetasters. And yet don't blame us for not trying. It's better to have tried and failed than never to have tried at all. Who can be assured against Betrayal? Ria Raruza seems to be sure about herself. She would not listen to this whole deceiving conceited world. The more she is admired for her unshakable faith in the purity of her heart and the understanding naivete of her presentiments. NGR comes in again with a resounding admoni tion to all sirens who should ever thought they are in love. The dashing attorney must be in love again, as always. Wonder, wonder, wonder! (Herbie: "Do you really wonder?") What? This guy shows up in the most impossible of places. Call the cops, er, the hunting dogs: here comes the wolf in person, er, pardon us, he-he-he, it's only Buddy. We thought the wolf in person was on a First Date. (Tummy quip: "..must be the first hun dredth date, rather, for the polydater." Now lor a touch ol good old conventional poetry. Lex Eamiguel of the College of Law obliges us, only to groan and sigh, and weep and whimper. Another good man gone wrong, perhaps. Love, how many sane persons have been inveigled into your clutches! What happens to him may happen to you. We don't say it did not happen to us before. Tchk, tchk. Suffering pulsations in pathetic words! (Jesse Vestil overheard and gave out with: "suffering cats"!) Any how, Emotional Enigma is in. Delia's Column is still going strong. But the poems are trying to steal the thunder out of her chatter-box. Still, she stands on her own as the inveterate gossip-monger of this campus. But look ye and hold on to yer laurels, Dels, Here comes Brenda Starr, er, Esmero out to outsmart you yet even if she be one of the exchange eds only. For an initial bow, Brenda debuts with Breezing Away. She doesn't dwell long on any topic, but treats triffles and sundry a trifle too briefly. Just like a refreshing breeze that comes and goes, but always welcome again. And, what do you know, the new columnist is a mesmerizer with her looks. Ask the CEGS members for effect. Awitan, Jr. tries his hand at anything — the tireless learner. In his poem he awakens; and his short story specifies the time: when Dawn was Break ing. And he still has the energy for his Roving Eye to roll over exchanges for possible subjects of re partees he uses as material for his column. Crisostomo B. Torres has Pebbles for Memories of his poignant boyhood. Take a gander and notice a style all his own. He makes the grade with this initial try. So does Necisio Dago make it with his first try riding on the pathos ol his Melodrama on Tom Socks. Love of Wisdom is a must to those who would like to become savants. Incidentally Ben Carredo is angling for an A.B. degree in Philosophy. Sink It In seeped into a flower of a column. Thanks to our new News Ed in the person of Barto lome C. de Castro. We were sure he could deliver the goods. This is the first time Castro is with The Carolinian although he was last year's big boss of the Jr. Carolinian. But he is earning spurs so soon. He writes with wisdom, wit and humour, it is un likely readers would pass him up in this and future issues. Pat Castellano's Sizin 'Em Up gives how much it can in gracing our pages. On being asked why so many columns and columnists, we retorted: "Not 5th columnists, mind you, but the more colum nists we have, the merrier." (Continued on page 62) Page 58 THE CAROLINIAN IE tutorials (Continued from page 3) look irresponsible. Most have got a lot of extra energy which they try to get rid of in spectacular antics, pseudo-moronic histrionics and incalculable boisterousness. So much so that they look like clowns and buffoons minus the paint, baggy outfit and tinkling bells but more scurrilous than them. The impressions upon observers brought about by such clowning figures are diverse. One from a broad-minded ob server Is judicious amusement and applause for their keen sense of humour. But pity some narrow-minded nincompoops who are prone to hastily conclude that such students act silly and ridiculous, and therefore, incapable of thinking right about anything. But it is about time that these elders understand youth in students. They ought to overhaul their misleading psy chology on students and their thinking powers. Time is up that they wake up to the fact that students' minds are more cultivated than that of the average citiien, and that, on the average too, students are more Informed and enlightened about things and events going on in this city, in this coun try and in this world yesterday and today. That including the new-fangled antics and histrionics they have learned In films, books and comics. And if given the right guidance, the warm inspiration, the wise leadership and the necessary Impetus, their extra energy can be funnelled into better use. Knowing these, student opinion should be looked up to with more consideration and regard. Furthermore, the students of today are the leaders of tomorrow. It Is but in order that their well-balanced ideas and opinions about the present order of things as we see them around us be read, heard and mulled upon rather than be grossly disregarded or worse, maligned. The present is where the students live in; but, incidentally, what they live for now is the future for their individual selves, their coun try, their people, their world and their God. The Roving Eye (Continued from page 18) fit into the profession we have chosen. To me, "beast barracks" has done so many things. . . changing my ways of life for the better. We were taught all the fundamental things in life, things which a man must know and do in order to succeed. So how about it PMA dreamers? From the UST "VARSITARIAN", an article of Leo nidas U. Oandasan delayed our roving eye. We are assured that not cakes or salad alone need recipes. World Peace needs them too. And there is a lot to be done. L. U. O's formula: 1. To have world peace let us have, in the first place, peace in the individual man. 2. Let us have peace in the family. 3. Let us have economic security and peace in industry. 4. Let us have peace within the nation manifested by peace in government. 5. Finally, there must be a sense of understand ing, friendship and fair dealing among all nations. And we can have an addendum: truce between petty-quarrelling sweethearts. The summer heat might have affected our ex change mess. . . or it might be the summer dust that germinates colds. For only a few mags from other schools reached us. The roving eye roved searchingCampnscrats (Continued from page 12) yes, Margot is a neophyte and a looker at that.... dreams to be a secretary ... simply goes far that skirt and blouse com bination which makes her look exceedingly girlish. RUTH ORSOLINO.. .Gosh! did I have a hard time getting her name. In fact I almost got caught by the teacher. But the risk was worthwhile. I didn’t only get her name but also a sweet smile. Best cripes, BQ jumped the gun on me and interviewed her afore I knew what was happening! Lucky is the ’ boss' who can have this girl with a charm ing disposition for a secretary. Nena VELOSO .... she's that lass who sits next to Ruth. Another smooth-looker too. I don't blame boys who stop to eye the class everytime they pass it. I heard that another one year has been added to the Pre-Law course. No wonder CRISTINO ABASOLO (Prex) and MANOLO MONTESCLAROS looked awfully distressed and deflated. Well kids, do accept our heart-felt condolence. PATRIA ESTORCO.... when I asked her what she was planning to take up she said with a raise of her aristocratic brow: "Law...! dear." Well, what do you know, she wants to be a Portia ... only Pat, you won't have enough time to swoon over your De la Salle heroes and record moaners now....too bad! One of the good-looking toreadors of St. Nino is en rolled in the Pre-Med Department. JOHNNY GIBERSON is the guy. He sez he's gonna be a serious student this time. "I won't look at a girl before she has passed by me." What a slow-poke this reporter is! A lovely girl passes by and all she managed to get is her name. Here's CARLOTTA TORRES.. .sure enough the Hindu blood runs through her veins.... or how can one explain that mystic beauty shining through her dark eyes.... her sable hair? That she is a brand-new student is beyond doubt. Here are two incidents concerning those greenies' who have come to enroll here. A lovely greenie goes hopelessly back and forth the first floor lobby trying to look for some thing. Then she sees a friendly face.... a sign of relief.... without hesitating she approaches the other and says: "Joe, may I know what time it is?.... Can you beat it, folks? There she is standing right under the big, four-faced school clock which hums a tune every 15 minutes. On the other hand, there's that smart, 'big city' buster who believes that St. Charlie University is just a small institu tion (What nerve!) He eyes the pretty girls with distaste and goes around the campus like an "Ace." This time he asks his buddy where the elevator is.... hollins!.... is. But his buddy is no stooge either. He answers, "Mr. Smart Aleck" squarely: "Oh!.... it's out of order. I suppose it won't be able to function until the next term. It takes time, you know! That fixes him. (Continued on next page) ly but it has fished only a few. We will surely appre ciate those concerned if exchange copies of other schools' organs will come to us regularly and on time. We had better switch our roving eye over tan gents, vectors, weights, masses, speeds and velocities in Foley's College Physics or concentrate on normal ity, sensitivity or calibration of weights in Talbot's Quanti. Now our roving eye is tired and weary for want of more school mags to feast on. It can no longer wink to communicate our so-long-and-not-goodbye sentiments. In fact both lids are closed by now. And to dreamland we go for better sights. This time we have our subconscious eye lording over all. AUGUST, 1953 Page 59 PASSING THROUGH (Continued from page 4)______ there is always the bromide about class cooperation, school spirit, and such frantic pleas for student participation (starting with a desperate chase after contribu tions, running through the gamut of hag gling with caterers, frenzied negotiations with truckers, and winding up with an exhausted report on the "accomplish ments"). And then, ha-ha, the class of ficers pat each other on their aching backs and congratulate themselves for being such reliable, dependable, re sourceful student leaders. QUACK POLITICS & CLASSROOM CAMPAIGNS. With the fervor of a real, true-to-life, honest-to-crookedness politician browbeating and mud-slinging his way into a government post, the student post, the student candidate for class president soft-talks to every other person he meets on the corridor, hall, laboratory, latrine, classroom, drugstore and campus. The Low freshmen are the targets of a concentrated campaign. The Lex O aspirants are training their quasi political guns on this term's Law Freshies, the latter being strong and formidable in voting power when it comes down to it. Being more in number than any other single upper class, the Law Freshies are wooed with considerable stratagem! Well, actus non tacit reum nisi mens sit real or, in other words. Be sure to vote twice, you stinking Freshman...! LOVE OF WISDOM (Continued from page 22) does not go down to the level ol the common man. Was not fascism formulated by a few high-brows? What happened when dictators used the masses as the material with which to put this philosophy into practice? Was not atheism a system of thought evolved by men of remarkable intellectual powers? Did not it cause the loss of many souls when its concepts penetrated the lower intellectual level? Communism was a system of thought which pre-occupied the minds of a few individuals several centuries ago. By then it had no direct bearing upon man's life. In the very recent times, we realize its dangers after its tenets and theories have been absorbed in many places. From this short discourse on some elementary aspects of philo sophy, we may conclude that the sum-total of one life — and every other life taken together as one — is acting and reacting according to some basic notions or primitive phiPEBBLES for memories (Continued from page 19)______ dark and still waters of it. For now only the far off blue sea could be seen. No more stone wall, no more lagoon but a broad space of sand and clumps of thick, tall grass whose white plumes waved up high in the slight noon breeze. My sister seemed to be trying to recall something. I picked up some pebbles for her. But she held them listlessly in her hands, not knowing what to do. 1 tossed a large pebble far out into the midst of the tall grass. Soon there was a slight rustling, then silence. "Toss" I commanded her, and she tossed all her pebbles in one throw. Again came the rustle, the plumes waved back and forth, and then up soared a number of big brown birds, flap ping their noisy wings at first, then rising in silent flight — hawks. Up, up high into the sky, then after a time, plummeting singly back into the thick, long grass. I could not tell what my sister felt but twice again she threw pebbles at the grass. We walked toward the grass on what was once the big lagoon. We walked around the wall towards the new pier that was just finished. There were two mo torships alongside it. Men were loading sacks. We went home through the patches of the grass. We could not see the birds. But we knew they were hidden in there. War, — then peace! Where is the still lagoon? The tall thick grass — home of the birds of prey? From my window I can no longer see the sea. Only the smoky black roofs of strange new houses. I shut my eyes and I see with my mind's eye, beneath floors of loom ing buildings, the dark, still silent waters of the lagoon — the big widening circles made by pebbles. They live on the lagoon — those new faces — but they do not see the shivering moon beneath them. Nor the boats guilelessly floating on the languid waters, nor hear the guitars strumming to the sonorous love songs of the good-timers. Droplets from the eaves into the gutter — widening circles that chase each other. Pebbles on the gravel pathway! Fond Memories! Pebbles for memories! losophy. Will these basic notions, from which all his other activities proceed lead him to self-continuity and self-perfection and eventually to his certain goal? DO YOU KNOW THAT.... (Continued from page 42) is on the right bandwagon, he will not be left holding the bag empty, for he is such a good mixer besides being highly qualified. And that Attorneys Ortiz, De Pio and Garcia among others are keep ing us in a state of nervous anxiety if they can pull another Castillo feat? The first two are seeking the Nacionalista nomination for the 4th and 7th districts respectively, while the latter as unpredictable indepen dent candidate for the 6th. That the acting principal of Liloy Central Elementary School of Liloy, Zamboanga del Norte, is a Caroli nian who answers to the name of Tarciano Adriatico, a product of class 1952 of the College of Educa tion? There goes another man worthy of his name! That Alumni Chimes editor Alber to Morales has passed on to green er fields? Bert is now in FEATI teaching in its High dept, while act ing as its principal at the same time. And we? We've been looking up with the greatest of admiration at previous Carolinian chroniclers who wrote with ease and facility while wondering how they did it, when down fell on us the load just off the shoulders of Bert! And finally that tracking down alumni is as hard as sleuthing after the murderers of Monroy, where you may only bump against a blank wall? Not that we are wanting in men who have made good but that they have invaded diverse fields of endeavor so that we have lost track of them. And some have gone far above in ac complishments and honors that we doubt whether we could still claim them as one of us. Or because some have that virtue of humility wanting in men of the Honorable level, which keep them to hold things to themselves. CAMPUSCRATS (Continued from page 59) Something about the basketball team ... the players are trying to bush-up for the coming CCAA games again. This time we do hope they're gonna be the Champs. Added to the old dependables are three young yet promising players. First of all, there's Danny 'Marlon' Deen ... that looker from Colegio de Sto. Nino. Tall, fair and boy! He certainly can play ... he has already acquired Jiji's habit of mixing sugar with H2O. Natalio (Continued on page 62) Page 60 THE CAROLINIAN POST GRADUATE SCHOOL PROJECT: ^Jisaqan Conducted by REV. FR. RUDOLPH RAHMANN, S.V.D., Dean V_ ^ATUSAN ka tuig kanhi, sam*—x f tang kining atong Sugbo Q__ / butlig pa lamang sa yuta nga migitiw sa sabakan ning halapad nga dagat, may usa ka mamamasal nga nagpuyo, uban sa iyang asawa ug anak, sa usa ka gamayng payag nga nagpungko ilawom sa kakahoyan sa daplin sa baybayon. Panahon kadto nga tingdulom, ug sa dihang bag-o pa la mang mopatighulog ang adlaw luyo sa maluspad nga kapun a w p u nawan. gisa-og ni Betoy ang iyang dyutayng sakayan ug gisinggit niya ang ngalan sa iyang asawa nga padali-on na kay manggikan na sila. Ug dayon, nagdalidali si Manda sa pagpanghipus sa ilang dadonon — ang mubong baling, ang sibut, ang bukag nga uway ug ang ilang balon alang sa panihapon didto sa lawod — apan, sa wala pa siya motalikod, gidalikyatan niya pagpahi matngon ang ilang anak nga pakan-on na lamang kun gutomon na ug pakatuogon. Ug mao pa siya manaug ug mopadulong ngadto sa naghulat niyang bana. Ang batan-ong Gono nga mao dang usa nga nahibilin sa ilang Ang Sto. Nifiong Dagsa balay, tungod kay na-anad na siya niini, mitultol na lamang sa abuhan diin gi-asal niya ang langgam nga banog nga iyang napana niaTHE LEGEND OF SANTO N I N 0 g<M.edai nt SPV nang hapon pa. Ug, sa pagkaluto niini, gisulod kini niya sa paya, gitabunan ug dahon sa gabi ug gihikling - gihulat alang sa iyang amahan ug inahan kinsa tunga pa sa gabii mamauli. Unya, gisubhan niya ang kalayo — apan gibilin nga nagsiga gihapon ang ilang puwawan nga Balite aron aduna siya'y kadagkutan kon magha ling na unya siya ug kalayo inigpamauli sa iyang mga ginikanan. Mapagarbohon raba si Betoy nga naka-angkon niadtong ilang puwawan. Siga-on kadto ug kasaligang dili mapalong hangtud sa pagkabuntag. Dili kay daku kaayo: may lima ka dangaw lamang nga gitason ug ang kabaga, igo gayung mahakop sa duha ka kamut. Kagabh ion. Sama sa halapad nga habol sa kangitngit nga nagbukot niadtong dapita sa kalibutan. Ug si Gono mihinay-h i n a y na sa pagpahiluna sa dapit nga iyang katulgan. Apan, sa dakung kakalit, iyang nabati ang masipa nga wi tik sa kilat nga migisi sa kapanganuran Ang masubsob nga dinahunog sa dawogdog nga wisunod nahisama sa tunob sa mga higanti nga nagta-ak ta-ak sa pinuy-anan ni Bathala. Ug, wala madugay, usa ka da kung ulan mibuhagay gikan sa kalangitan. Mikusog ang hangin. Ug (Continued on next pane) Page 61 AUGUST, 1953 ang mga balud sa dagat mihasmag sa baasong baybayon nga daw namungot. Midagku ug midagku ang mga balud ug misamot ang hinaguros sa hangin. Gi-abut sa kahadlok si Gono. Wala pa mahiuli ang iyang mga ginikanan! Gilayon, mibakod siya gikan sa iyang gihigda-an. Didto sa ilang tambo-anan, may dahon sa saging nga nangawhat. Iya kadtong gi-abis aron ikapandong ug unya nangita siyag sarang ikabanwag sa iyang agi-anan. Didto sa ilang abuhan, nagsiga gihapon ang ilang puwawan. Iya kining gipunit ug gidala, gi-apil niya pagpandong sa dahon sa saging, ug nana-og siya. Kinahanglan adto gayud siya sa baybayon — tingali unya kon atubangon sa kalisud ang iyang amahan ug inahan, makatabang man gayud siya. Didto sa laypyahan, gisuhid niya ang kangitngit — nanghinaut nga aduna siyay makita sa iyang mga ginikanan. Pagkahait sa mga lusok sa ulan nga nanglitik sa iyang panit. Ug ang hinagsa sa mga masuk-anong balud mi-abut ngadto sa iyang gibarugan. Nangita siya . . . unya nanawag sa mga ngalan sa iyang amahan ug inahan. Apan wala. Walay tubag. Walay lain kondili ang sikmat sa makusog nga hangin. Unya, sama sa gituyo sa usa ka katingalahang diwa, may tingog gayud nga mipatigbabaw sa hilabihang kasaba. Tingog sa babaye ug lalake nga nanawag ug pakitabang . . . nagagikan sa lawod! Dili mahitabo nga lain pa, nangamuyo si Gono, mao gayud kadto ang tingog sa iyang mga ginikanan. Miduol si Gono ngadto sa ngabil sa baybayon nga daw nangulipas sa mga mahagitong balud ug gipakabad-kabad niya ang iyang dalang puwawan, nanghinaut nga ilang kining hikit-an ug makatultol sa ilang padulngan. Wala magkabana si Gono sa kakuyaw nga iyang gi-atubang ug — diha-diha, usa ka habog nga balud mihakop ug misuyop kaniya ngadto sa kinapusoran sa kamatayon. Ug, sa pagkasunod buntag, sa samang kakalit sa pagka-usab sa Kinaiyahan, nalinaw. Misubang ang adlaw nga dinuyogan sa iyang pagkaharianon sa kinatulgan sa lanahong dagat. Si Betoy diay ug si Manda dakung buhi. Apan didto sila mapugos pagdunggo sa dapit nga layolayo da sa ila. Sulod niadtong dakung unos, wala sila makapauli kay namasilong na man lamang didto ilawom sa kahoy nga Dapdap. Ug sa paghi-abut nila sa ilang pinuy-anan niadtong buntaga, masakit nga kaguol ang misugat kanila. Wala na didto ang ilang anak. Nalukop nila hapit ang tibuok pulo sa pinangita kang Gono, apan wala, wala nila hikaplagi ang batan-on nilang anak. Mao, nga linimisan sa tumang kaguol, nanguli ang alaut nga magti-ayon ug, sukad niadto, kanunay nang maghinampiling nga maghinuktok si Be toy sa daplin sa baybayon. Unya, usa niana ka hapon, usa ka anod nga kahoy ang midunggo sa tungod sa gipuy-an sa managtiayon. Sa sinugdan, wala lamang magkabana si Betoy niini, apan sa iya na kining giduol ug gisusi, usa ka singgit sa dakung katingala ang mitunga sa iyang baba. Hi-ilhan niya kadtong kahoya nga mao ang ilang puwawan. Hi-ilhan niya kini bisan nga aduna nay diyutayng pagkabalhin sa iyang hulma. Kay kadtong maong puwawan, sa lawom nga pagsud-ong sa bana ug asawa, daw gikulitan sa usa ka katingalahang kamot ug karon dayag kaayo nga adunay duha ka gagmayng tiil ug kamot ug ulo sa tawo. Itum kadto kaayo. Tungod ba kaha kay sunog na. Wala makatingog si Betoy ug si Manda sa ilang nasabut: Ang lawas sa patay na nilang anak nakigtipon niadtong puwawang Balite — kaha tungod sa pagbuot sa usa ka Makagagahum. Ug, sa tanang katarungan, kinahanglan nga ila kining pagahalaran ug ampo-an. Dili tungod kay ilang anak, kun dili tungod kay nahimo kining Manunubos sa ilang kinabuhi. Nanugok ang ubang mga katawhan niadtong dapita ug miduyog sa ilang paghalad. Hangtud nga kadtong maong larawang itum sa usa ka Gamayng Bata maoy gihimo nilang Bathala. Wala makawang ang ilang gipanganti ug gipangaliya. Walay paghangyo nga ilang himoon atubangan niadtong Gamayng Bata nga dili ikahatag kanila sa labing katingalahang mga paagi: Sa dakung huwaw, mibundak ang ulan along sa ilang mga tinanom; sa dakung kakuyaw, gipanalipdan sila; ug sa mga kasalanan nga ilang nahimo, gipasaylo sila. Midagsang ang mga makinaadmanon sulod sa katuigan nga nanglabay ug nangabut usab ang mga Katsila ug kadtong Gamayng Bata naka-angkon sa laing ngalan sa pagtahud: Ang Santo Nino. Caroliniana (Continued from, page 58) The Post Graduate School has Folklore as one of its subjects for graduate students taking MA in English or Education. To supple ment studies on said subject, through the initiative of Post Gra duate School Dean Rev. Fr. Rudolph Rahmann, we are opening up a new department on VISAYAN FOLK LORE that prints local folktales straight in the vernacular version. Fr. Rahmann hopes that this project will be of help to folklore students and the teachers of the elementary grades. We begin in this issue with the Legend of Sto. Nino of Cebu. Incidentally, the Child Jesus is the Patron Saint of Cebu City. In The Romance of the Green Cross, Bartolome C. de Castro takes an encore. It is his first feature ar ticle in The Carolinian. You can see for yourself how last year's editorin-chief of the official organ of the USC high schools, can dish it out on a subject originally shunned by some staffers in the post as hard to write about. All the other sections are in. And we have more features this time which we hope will pleqse every body. A lot of sleep has been lost. But we have sacrificed it to please every Carolinian. For the "C" Staff's secret is: There is nothing that it can give which is good enough for San Carlos. This is taking a lot from the hearts of Art Editor Adolfo Cabailo, and his assistants, who collaborated and lost sleep with us to put up this special first issue. CAMPUSCRATS (Continued from, page 60) MARCUS HAINES' REYNES has also join ed the league. With his magnificent drib bling, he's sure to help the team Win a game. "The third guy with us" sez Chiba, ! "is that skip from Holy Name College. He is NORY AMORILLO. Like Nusty, he's taking up engineering... he loves to be alone all the time ... Hey, wait a minute, is he shy perhaps? Oh no! he couldn't be a Mesoginist?!! Congrats Roy! So you’re the new skip.... you certainly deserve it... everyone knows that. Incidentally, if you want to know more about ROY MORALES, he's that great, little guy who plays like nobody’s business.... He's been a truly loyal dribbler too! He’s not only an excellent player, but also a real "Square." Page 62 THE CAROLINIAN (Continued from, page .15) Fe knew Linda will still be her friend. Yet she knew it can never be the same again. Friendship, she realized, has some irreplaceable soft spots that can easily be des troyed. Friendship, she thought, is like a delicate statue which two or more persons mold into shape. When at last it is finished and has been put safely on a stand, one should reach for it carefully, caress ingly, taking care not to make the hold too hard else a part might break. Yet if a part breaks, the figure is still the same, though slightly changed. Friendship is like that. After the chains of trust and the rest of the links have been dis connected, you still are friends, but a little something may be lost and it can never be recovered again. This vacation, two months ago, I saw Linda. We met at the tennis court one morning. She was glad to see me. She clasped my hand and pressed it warmly. "I sure missed you," she said, "I'm glad you're back." She con tinued to talk, about Ozon whose boyfriend was now Fred, and how it will surprise me that Letty and Ben had split and so on. I did not say much. Once there was a minute of awkward silence between us. I noticed an embarrased guilty air about her. "I'm learning to play tennis. You know, I deserve all this after study ing so hard,' she said, emphasizing the last two words. "I know," I replied, "but say, how about a coke with me while we talk? After all, it's been a year since we were together." She started to say something about being in a hurry to go home. "Al most twelve now," she added. She looked uneasy. I stood motionless looking at her as she walked away from me. I watched her for a long time. She walked forlornly and slowly, as if she wanted to turn back to me. I felt an urge to call her and to say: "It is all right, Lin, I understand." A lump stood in my throat when I called her name. 1 thought she heard because she stopped. She stood, unmoving, in the middle of the street. I tried to call her again, but immediately choked back her name because 1 realized she was waiting for an approaching figure, it was Bert. I did not call her again for all at once it seemed too much for me even if Linda had been my best friend these seventeen years. al JTWte XectM Bienvenido Rector Paternus, A los pechos acalorados, De amores y vivos anhelos, Reanimados los esfuerzos. Vuelto estais entre nosotros, A recontinuar la misma obra; La buena suerte de San Carlos, Por vuestros manos alcanzada. Aqui ha vuelto para regirnos; Aqui estamos para seguiros; Viva, viva Rector Paternus, Viva, adelante San Carlos. Thrills of Travel time I spent kneeling at his tomb was much too short for me. I felt little inclined to see the hundred and one places of the Eternal City which had drawn our interest when we were students. I would have liked, however, to see His Holiness Pope Pius XII; unfortunately, he was sick, and there were no au diences whatsoever. — A confrere of mine drove me around in the city one Sunday evening. Rome at night now-a-days offers an unfor gettable sight. All important buildings, the modern ones as well as those of ancient Rome, are illu mined by indirect lighting which makes them stand out in a sheer fantastic beauty, bright, intangible, fairylike. In spite of the war and all that went with it: Oh, felix Roma! — With a former classmate, who happened to be in Rome after 18 years in China, I went to see our Alma Mater and sitting on the same benches in the same halls we thought of the years gone-by. How many years had passed became (Continued from page 12) unmistakable clear by a very pe culiar incident. Formerly 1 had had a dear friend in Rome, an instructor of Modern Languages. When his wife had expected the first child, she had fallen sick; the young couple had been in need of help, and I had been able to help them a little. When 1 visited them now, the dignified Professor and his charming wife greeted me with joy and affection, and before me stood a young lady of 18 years, the then unborn babe, leaping over the years into adult womanhood! The hours we spent together were all too short. So many things to ask, to tell; so many and such deep joys to enjoy! Going to Rome and Europe was not only for pleasure and vacation; there was serious business which I had to attend to. For several days I had to work hard, and after obtain ing the satisfaction of getting re sults, I prepared for my journey to wards the North, towards home. A. van GANSEWINKEL, S.V.D. Page 63 AUGUST, 1953 DAWN WAS BREAKING. . . (Continued from page ->5) "Some other time, Lina . . ." That was four years ago, just when the war started. His recollections fired him with an idea. It gave him courage. Slowly, he rose to his feet and took out his favorite instrument. The night was silent. The stars twinkled above. The cool breezes from the foot of the mountains chilled him. The cold fanned by the whistling wind was numbing. He hurried briskly towards a direction in spite of the vastness of the darkness which swallowed him. Dawn was at the offing when he arrived at his destination. It en abled him to recognize the small, closed window of Lina's room. He paused awhile and with his skill ful fingers he made the appealing strains of the "Schubert's Serenade" sob into the air from the chords of his violin. Its sweet, dreamy and pleading melody crept into the slumbering Lina awaking her as if from a trance. It made her remember the past. It reawakened the one thing in her heart she wanted sup pressed. Inside of her there was peace. There was no more conflict of emo tions. Suppression was gone. She knew that this dawn must come into her being after her nights of restlessness while trying to stiple an only real love. She began to wake up into a new light recognizing the sharp contrast between love and mere infatuation. And dawn was breaking when the final strains of the serenade echoed inside Lina's heart. A DAY WITH A COP. . . (Continued from page J7) Chief, Atty F. F. Mangubat, you could have seen the bright grin spread on his face when he said that our police have succeeded to force criminals back to their holes and stay there. "We have nothing to worry about," added his Assistant Chief, Capt. Pablo Mangubat, a soft-spo ken, hard-hitting gentleman. And I agree. I agree with a heavy heart, if you don't mind my saying so. Because then 1 spent a sleepless 24-hour round with our own Lt. Rufino Kho and had to come home gs peacefully as I set out with no cloak-and-dagger story to grapple with. (~ke l\^omutter oQ The San Carlos U. green cross and clock have been an institution by itself for four years, and as yet no one has con tested her right to be so. This fact alone doesn't necessarily mean it wouldn't suc cumb to age and time. But when it does, the seat of learning for which it now stands will be referred to, fifty years or so afterwards, as "that old school with the famous green cross and clock." This, in common parlance, is immortality. The shimmering green cross, perching atop the Administration building like a tall proud vessel breasting an invisible current, is undoubtedly one of Cebu City's most famous landmarks — a fact which needs no telling. The cross holds the distinction as a regular timepiece. Ope rating under a single complex mechanism it marks time through a big hour-dock, reminescent of London's Big Ben, which gives out quarterly, mellow chimes. Facing east, the green cross appears awe-filling and resplendent against the bright sunrise. As the sun goes down, she puts on a mantle of gloom. But a moment later the pall of gloom is sud denly lifted. Out of the clear blue sky, the neon-lighted cross radiates with a glowing green light. Way back in early 1949, the construc tion of the Administration Building was all set. A minor project, though, es caped attention. So when the bulldozers began breaking the sod, the SVD fathers little dreamt of the far-reaching impor tance of a small project atop the new building. Pieces of gadgets and rare mechan isms for the "little project" began ar riving by piece-meal in 1949. They were tested and carted up. The year 1949 finally found the green cross and the clock for the first time high up the sky. This symbolic fixture immediately caught the imagination of the city folks. Speculations on what it stands for be came a sizzling topic. A mystical gray beard went far to say "the green cross, far from being a blasphemous repro duction of the cross in Calvary, conveys the invisible form of the Man Who car ried it first." Another twist of meaning was pro vided in the following incident. In last year's commencement exer cises, Governor Sergio Osmeiia, Jr„ the guest speaker, was visibly disturbed in his speech by the quarterly chimes of the clock. To placate the embarrased chuckles of Fr. Engelen, the governor put in an off-the-cuff rejoinder to his favorite piece: "Each time I hear those chimes, my conscience feels comforted ... Every chime of that clock is a commemoration of the return of freedom and democracy A resounding applause met the state ment. Thus, the green cross and the clock, earned another label: the symbol of democracy! A funny sequel to this incident was a city councilor's resolution, loaded with the characteristic buffoonery for which city aidermen are known, "to thank the Gods of heaven for their magnanimity in giving the City of Cebu the most va luable Christmas gift (the green cross) By BARTOLOME DE CASTRO • in the annals of history." The city dad surely knew who to thank for! Although the green cross and clock is as much a part of the common tao's vocabulary as bread and butter, little is known of the thread of influence it weaves around the Ilves of the grass roots and upper-ups alike. Varied shades of opinion were re gistered by everyone I met. To the milkman in Mandawe, six kilometers away, the early morning chime is the beginning of his hard morning grind; to A. Caballero, a hard-working student from Talisay, ten kilometers away, it means the six o'clock bicycle ride for the city. As the clock strikes 6:30 A.M., the rig driver knows it's time to lead the horses from the stable, while the wharf hands think it's another day under the scorching sun. To the street ur chins, the chimes usher in the anticipa tion of fear for the big stick from the owners of the doors before which they The upper crust of society gives out a highly differentiated conglomeration of viewpoints. A priest frankly admits he has "put aside my wrist watch out of respect for that great clock ... The cross somehow conveys to me what many peo ple forget: Christ's death for our sal vation." On the other hand, the lawyer, that creature who's sure to go to hell, according to popular predictions, gives out a reassuring statement: "In the maze of legal technicalities and pitfalls, Tage 61 THE CAROLINIAN ^Lke teen CLtoss the chimes afford me the breathing spell to remember the Great Dispenser of Justice ..." A medical practitioner puts it this way: "the chimes prompt us to our twenty-four hour duty to humanity." The lighter side of the picture pre sents the viewpoints of students and teachers. Speaking the mind of a typi cal college freshman, R. Gonialez de clares: "In keeping tab with our sked, the clock is an invaluable help . . . And gosh, whenever I see that green cross, my heart cries out loud: "I'm a Carolin ian." A lady teacher aptly states the viewpoints ol her co-marms: "The green cross evokes in me, in a way I can't tell, a feeling that the teaching profes sion is not all a bed of roses." A newspaper reporter when queried about his impressions, blurted out: "When the deadline nears, those chimes give me the creeps ... The boss stops pounding the typewriter and lets out a threaten ing groan — every quarter, that is. If that's no torture, well.. At this point, the newspaper lensman pitched in: "I don’t give a hoot for those chimes. But, wow, the green cross is certainly a pho tographer's delight." From the cross-section of opinion I have gathered, a few conclusions can be gleaned. The fact that the chime hos a hearing range of within a radius of 10 miles, during the night when noise is at its min imum, establishes the green cross and the clock as an institution. The consensus of opinion is a tacit admission of this conclusion. It is noteworthy that the clock and green cross have not been out of order ever since. The first-blush impression is that the university has, to a superior measure, maintained the highest stand ards of learning in a manner beyond re proach. And that is indeed a proven fact. The USC student knows that the green cross, the symbol to which his university clings, is figuratively the stondard of learning he must reach. To the USC alumni, there is as much a feeling that he has a standard to uphold. It's no wonder, therefore, that when a Caroli nian beholds the green cross it makes his heart beat twice faster. There is one more significance which eclipses all the others. It must not be forgotten that the green cross is a tri bute to the pioneering spirit of the Gansewinkels and Hoerdemans and other SVD fathers who have thanklessly carried the brunt of work for USC. The Carolinians, In particular, are proud of the green cross. It goes with the Cebu landlubbers. They look up to the green cross as an institution and as the foremost landmark of Cebu City. A story brings this point to the fore. A sea gob, after a vitriolic valedic tory have come to an emphatic finale: . . and if there's any good feature of Cebu, it's that green cross and clock up there in San Carlos tower . . . The green cross served me well to know my bearings; those chimes, by golly, they sure make me feel I'm just below our county church bell tower." 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