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The Carolinian

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Volume XVII (Issue No. 3) December 1953

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~/Kontino(la Lovely lady, dressed in blue, Teach me how to pray! God was just your little boy — Tell me what to say! Did you lift him up sometimes, Gently, on your knee? Did you sing to him the way Mother did to me? Did you hold his hand at night? Did you ever try Telling stories of the world? Oh! And did he cry? JJfflarp JBixon GHjaper Do you think he really cares If 1 tell him things — Little things that happen? And Do the angel's wings Make a noise? And can he hear Me if I speak low? Does he understand me now? Tell me, for you know! Lovely lady, dressed in blue, Teach me how to pray — He was just your little boy, And you know the way! &)it0ziaQ. J. P. VESTIL Editor-in-Chief Senior Editors: BARTOLOME DE CASTRO, BUDDY QUITORIO, TOMAS ECHIVARRE, ARISTON P. AWITAN, JR. Associate Editors: ELSA VALMONTE, NESTOR MORELOS, LEDINILA AMIGABLE, DESIDERIO ANDO, ROSARIO TEVES, CESAR MELLA, IGNACIO SALGADO, JR., JOSE P. DE LA RIARTE. Art Associates:. ADOLFO CABAILO, JESUS I)E LA SERNA. Contributing Editors: EMILIO B. ALLER, NAPOLEON G. RAMA, ROSITA SERRA TY, BEN­ JAMIN CARREDO. Atty. Cornelio Faigao Adviser Rev. Fr. B. Wrocklage, SVD and Atty. Fulvio Pelaez Moderators On (Otis Ossue: CAROLINIANA ................................................ USC SALUTES ............................................ A LETTER TO HEAVEN ............................. EVERY INCH A CHAMPION ...................... THE CHURCH AND THE STATE ........... OF PERSONALITY AND INDIVIDUALITY SINK IT IN ....................................................... THE RETURN, A short story ........................ THE KAPPA LAMBDA SIGMA STORY ... AN “IF” FOR TEACHERS .......................... WHAT IS SHAMANISM? ............................. WHAT IS RUSSIAN COMMUNISM? ......... NAIL IT DOWN ............................................ ..................................... JPV ............................. D. Ando ......................... Vic Ranudo ........... “Tommy” Echivarre .......................... V. Ranudo .................. P. V. Lara, Jr. .................. Bart,..de Castro ............. Ledinilla Amigable ................ Rosita..Serra Ty ........................... C. Faigao Fr. Rudolf Rahmann, SVD ........... Rev. M. D. Forrest ............. Nestorius Morales MOOT COURT ............................................................................................................ 15 CAMPUSCRATS ......................................................................... Elsa P. Valmonte 1G THE ROVING EYE ................................................................ A. P. Awitan, Jr. 17 ON DA LEVEL ............................................................................. Buddy Quitorio 18 PICTORIAL SECTION ...................................................................................... 19—22 MAN TO MAN .................................................................................. Tummy Ache 23 A SHORT WAY TO TRUTH ................................................... Marcelo Bacalso 24 TWO OF A KIND ................................................................................................... 25 BASKETBALL — No Job for a Softie ............................................ R. Morales 26 ROTC BRIEFS ...................................................................................... D. L. Ando 27 USC NEWS ........................................................................................................ 28—33 CHARLIE’S CORN—ER ............................................................................... Nachi 33 SECCION CASTELLANA ........................................................................................ 38 MARIA ROSA ....................................................................... Braulia de Morales 39 SPEAKING OF THE FACULTY ............................................ (Inside back cover) SduttMaJlA WHAT LITTLE WE DID On the eve of the November elections, the Filipino citi­ zenry was a scared little boy who crossed his arms, hunched his shoulders—wanting to look under a coconut shell and expecting to find a snake. Already notes signed by Huk leaders had been inter­ cepted, written orders of what to do just in case things get rough for the party in power. Magsaysay had to be li­ quidated and top Opposition leaders, too. Something had to be done with the ballot boxes, the poll inspectors, the public funds. If ROTC cadets were to be recruited, maybe a fast deal here and there with a couple of army top brass would provide a neat lay-out for vote-getting and yet be able to pass the legality test. Mr. Castelo must return im­ mediately and help around. The LP must win... some way, somehow. But what resulted wasn't exactly the way they planned it. There were goons, and they spilled blood in Cavite, created disorders in Negros Occidental, and committed frauds in Lanao. But they were, shall we say. Isolated cases which did not impale the ultimate glory of the elective mass in succeeding finally to taste of triumph over the polls. They got the man they wanted to lead them. They welcomed him. In one little corner of their heart they wrote the name President Ramon Magsaysay—then they leaned back and closed their eyes. The free world is tipping its hat to the Filipinos. They commend the job well done. It doesn't matter how they did it—I mean, who were responsible for this astounding victory. It seems that it is enough that the Filipinos all fought, most of them. The MPM, the WMPM, he Students' MPM. the NAMFREL, the JAYCEES, the ROTARIANS and. yes, the Catholic Action! They all waved their flags and earned their laurels. It's enough heritage to leave behind. Enough answer to the dreams of Rixal. Now, as people keep congratulating each other for the things they did on that day of elections—the speeches they made, the stories they wrote, the fears they felt, the money they spent—the Carolinian along these corridors congratu­ lates himself, too, because he knows he has helped in his own way. While others fought, he prayed! CAN YOU SAY "MERRY CHRISTMAS "? You wake up that morning, the calendar says its December 25. You look out your window and find gaylycolored things, lanterns, paper stars, trees. People hustle about. Poor people. Happy people. The rich in their shiny coupes. The old in their latest barongs. Down the road you hear the familiar ting-ki-ling of a battered banjo strug­ gling to capture the tune of praise of the newly-born Babe. You know that soon those carolers will be trooping to your doorsteps, hurrying through a song or two. They'll be calling in for you and you'll be digging into your pocket for centavos. Your sister's children will be flocking to you, each with a demand you'll have to meet somehow. Six-shooters with a chamber that really spins. Dolls with eye-lashes you really can feel. Fancy rattles that can withstand a baby's im­ patience. Your sweetheart will want to have something from you, too. A necklace with locket? A felt-bound prayer book? A gold-plated compact? Or an expensive greeting card with an inscription that reads... These things I offer you... Are from a love that will e'er be true. ..? You'll have to have something for your mother, too. For your sister. For your friends. You'll have to give, and give until you find you have nothing more. And then... Then, will you lock yourself up in your room and take up on your reading. Won't you step out to the open with a smile in your heart, a prayer on your lips and kindness In your soul? Won't you feel the little Lord Jesus lending sunshine to your thoughts? Won't you part with what you have without counting the cost? Won't you just love without wanting to be loved in return? It’s not the giving that matters, you know. It's when you mean it when you say, "Merry Christmas to you, and you, and you.. THE GRACIOUS EXIT For about two years, Mr. Emilio B. Aller has been the brain-master of this magazine and he did a wonderful job. This Christmas issue was going to be his work, but things started to happen and he's got a trip abroad to make in January. That travel grant he earned will allow him three months to get steeped in Western culture. By the time he gets back, he will be one more Carolinian added to the Glory List. NOW. SEE HERE, RM... President-elect Ramon Magsaysay is taking no side turns on his job to fit the broken pieces together in order to form a government administration which must exist and operate for the people. All in his stride, he has started choosing persons from the (badly mangled) mass of eliglbles to occupy offices intended to function for greater effects. Barely a week after his election, he has been reported to have authored important negotiations with top US government officials to revive economic relations with that country—to foster "a more intimate economic unity." This is all very inspiring. Magsaysay is directing his campaign toward the alle­ viation of the masses. How far can he go? Will he bother with—what might easily go as minute—details when he starts hammering away on bigger projects? Consider, now, the young man. Our youth has been pitifully left out in the past years. You hardly hear of 20-year old getting a better break than a summer-camp training in the army. And more often than you'd like to admit, he usually Is jobless. And what has his diploma got to do with it? These school certificates cir­ culate as freely as peso bills. There's hardly any hoot at­ tached to a diploma other than the "Oh's" and "ah's" of a proud mother. Which brings us to the sad conclusion that the young man can only be a happy man if the government lends him a break here and there. A sad story? Maybe RM can sing a happier tune this time. Pace 2 THE CAROLINIAN EDITOR'S NOTES: Vicente Ronudo's piece on The Church and the State was inspired by an article written by the head of a local university, which appeared in a local daily and which seemed to lend finesse to the LP attack on Catholic participation in politics. This highly incongrous bit of literal artificiality squatted on the idea that a Catholic should not be a politician (because religion and politics don't go together!) .... On page 12, there's a discourse on shamanism authored by our Rev. Fr. R. Rahmann. It packs a cultural wallop. We regret, however, that we are unable to print his other article on The Eight Pacific Science Congress. This has appeared in the newspaper, the Southern Star .... We plan to open a department in this magazine: Letters and Comments. Have you any opinion of general interest? Send it in. Heard any speech lately which you consider "picturesque?" We'll print that, too.............. Merry Christmas, everyone, everywhere. This is getting to be a happy world! ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2nd Lt. DomtnaJor V. Seva, FA __ ____ _ i.. _____ ... • l • Lt. DOMINADOR V. SEVA. FA In the bitter cold of a war . . . A Carolinian graduate ’of the ROTC Advanced Course in 1949 returned here from the battlefronts of Korea last Octo­ ber 24, 1953 with almost un­ tamed glory. He was with the USC College of Education when he graduated in the ROTC Advanced Course and was commissioned on October 20, 1950. He was for a while with the Artillery Training Unit (ATU) in Ft Wm McKinley, Rizal, then assigned to serve with the 19th BCT in May 1951. He left for Korea on the spring of 1952, May 26 to be exact. As Arty. Forward Observer (FO) he saw action in the following PEFTOK NOKOR combat engagement: Hill 191Chorwon, Hill 854-Cholmidong, Punch Bowl, Satire Valley — vicinity of Heartbreak Ridge, Paksaksang, Christmas Hill, last outpost occupied up to signing of truce. After having distinguished himself in these fields of battle Lt. Seva was awarded the following medals and citations: MILI­ TARY MERIT MEDAL — awarded after Chorwon engagement, ROK PRESIDENTIAL UNIT CITATION — personally awarded by ROK President Rhee, US BRONZE STAR AWARD — awarded in re­ cognition for services rendered in the field as Allied Arty FO by Command of Gen Clark, UN SERVICE MEDAL, KOREAN SEVICE MEDAL. He is at present assigned in the Office of the G-3 Div. Ill MA, Camp Lapulapu, Cebu City, and is also enrolled here as a IV Yr. Student in the College of Lib. Arts. By Oesiderio Ando ROTC Editor ^4 J-Lettei ''zJC-Q.aven December 25, 1958 Dearly Beloved, Il is Christmas on Earth again. Funny, how all these, with all its red and silver tinsels, can bring you to me like patches of memo­ ries slowly collecting into a mean­ ing .... bit by bit in effortless grace of semi-touching breath, tenderly tendering .... tender tenderness. Perhaps it is because I have always loved you in terms of the things I love or perhaps it is because, that out of my belief in it, I had not needed your as­ surance from day to day............ or is it because Christmas is you? I hear you so clearly in the crisp, hollow voice of the Decem­ ber wind, in the indented, merry j tinkle of tiny bells stringing in I Christmas tress............ at times, walking alone, I would stick my ear out, for I would seem to catch ' a tone of your voice among a pass­ ing group. I see you so clearly in every face of happy children rushing into the holiday-laden day of Christmas, not knowing that all these must end somehow, I am being bitter, I couldn’t help that. I remember too well............. the lonely, half-lighted streets tve used to sort out, to ivalk on, how I used to take your hand to mine feeling its find texture, finding myself confused at all the happi­ ness that seemed to surge within me, as if all the ivhile you were transfusing every part of you to me, and I would silently say to myself, “this is adventure, this all the thrill,” for always I would sense a little tremor in the whole of me............ and I used to wonder what I shall be without you. What shall I be when you, my shaft of light, is gone into the swirl and slant of mayhem .... I am afraid of the slighest shower | ivithout you, you have always been i here beside me. ! Do you still remember the ■ thick patch of grass in the plaza ; where we used to sit on, talking, pouring our hearts into each ' others life, thinking we were one, | feeling you were only half and I I was the other? How used to ! sit on that portion as if it were i our kingdom, looking at all the ' (Continued on page 38) DECEMBER, 1953 Page 3 By ’’TOMMY” ECHIVARRE THE AUTHOR This is the story oi a bas­ ketball team. A story of an un­ defeated team. You have heard of them, perhaps. Or you may have actually seen them at the front. Isn't one of them your class­ mate, friend or sweetheart? Wasn't it only a moment ago that one of them came up and asked you for a light for his cigarette? Aren't you the Pharmacy coed who was just sharing a couple of wisecracks with Number three or Thirteen? Maybe. But I'll bet my last pants against your coke that you don't know them yet as red-blooded Carolinians or, better still, as the basketball cham­ pions that they are. I know things about them. I ought to. I'm one of them. And I lake it my duty to write this story— a wonderful story--of how they streamrolled their way to the Cebu Collegiate Athletic Association's basketball championship. It was a record feat—seven straight wins and not a single loss! It had happened twice in the CCAA, Sitting, left to right: Sestoso, Deen. Arche and Skipper Morales. — Standing, left to right: Reynes, Young, M. Echivarre, Jr., Sagardui, Rev. Fr. Rector, Rev. Fr. Wrocklage, Dlonaldo, T. Echivarre. Arcelo, and Morilla. and both times the USC Warriors went home the victors. And now they have done it again. Not per­ haps like the ideal USC team that became the National Champions in 1946, but the boys who did it now are heroes on their own who can produce a miracle when they need it. One thing is remarkable on this outfit: no one holds a chin up nor utters a wrong word. All are Prince Valiants in their own little ways. Not one plus eleven others, but one team and San Carlos U. The Making of the Team. At the earlier part of the semes­ ter. Coach Manuel Baring, the gen­ eralissimo of the team, molded the team with frantic haste because the season was to start early and all he got was a bunch of oldtimers. We had to qualify for the CCAA and be sure that if we ever got out it was for a winning. Then Father Wrocklage stepped in with the news that he had made arrangements with Father Joseph Bates of Holy Name College in Tagbilaran, Bohol, about a certain player who had charmed Baring. But Baring could not wait. He recruited just enough number of players to qualify. When the line-up was finally in, Father Bates sent word that Terino Morilla was available. So, the team started out with thirteen on the CCAA official record but after the first clash with the CIT Wildcats, one player dro'pped out for personal reasons. There were some hairy-scary moments in that USC-CIT rub-down, but we fin­ ally nosed out with a 51-49 count. We have been asked what qua­ lities stand out in our basketball team. Well, here they are, based on the seven encounters we made: Seasoning, Clean Sportsmanship, Teamwork, Shooting Power, Brain­ work, Team Spirit, Court General­ ship, Prayer, and Miracle Making. Page 1 THE CAROLINIAN A CHAMPION Each one of these, a specialty to the boys, showed out candidly in each game. Of course, there are a few other accidental qualities, speed, ball-handling, tight defenses, passing, and so on. But the princi­ pal qualities, those mentioned, worked out prominently, the rest just happened. Seasoning. Had the Warriors lacked this one quality in the USC-CIT tussle, that game could have easily gone down the river. The Wildcats were fight­ ing an inspired game because of the feeling underdogs, sort of. From start to finish the point-margin was a hairbreath. Had the Warriors lost their head for a second, espe­ cially in the last five seconds, that should have been all there was to it. But Skipper Roy Morales pos­ sessed coolness, hang on to it throughout, and nerved up to aim his last-five-second shot. He sunk it in. A knock-out beauty! That clinched the business in that end. The Skipper's four-year seasoning had paid off—that made the differ­ ence. Final score: 51:49. Clean Sportsmanship. The true value of sportsmanship in a game is one aspect that a play­ er must know and respect. Clean playing is essential. Yet, this vir­ tue is being neglected usually by both players and school. The winat-all-costs attitude is often the big word with players and coaches when the going gets rough. We know that is wrong and we've never cocked a finger for that stuff. The San Carlos Warriors take deep pride in saying that the team values the true meaning of sport­ manship. We play like wildcats but we play clean. Coach Raymond Johnson gave a description for that attitude and the word stuck, it is Clean Rough. We did the Clean Rough when we battled the SWC team. We were undersized, they had big boys in the SWC Com­ mandos, but take this: the official record says that in that game the Carolinian Warriors committed only one person foul during the entire game. And the lone violation was committed by Rudolfo Arcelo, un­ necessarily. But the SWC Comman­ dos struck out with nine personal fouls—in spite of their height ad­ vantage. That game was not easy on the Warriors. Neither team made a five-point lead throughout. The crowd was tense. Every moment was spine-tingling. The dribblers fought a slow and cautious game, dragging the suspense by the sec­ ond. Until the whistle shrilled and Team spirit... if you have it you're all right... if you don't your goose is coohed. the scoreboard registered 31-26 for the Green and Gold. Teamwork. Set plays are highly effective in a game, if wisely used. As there are only two classes of defenses used here in the Philippines, the zone and the man-to-man, it fol­ lows that one must concentrate his offense on these two basic defen­ ses. Tactician Baring can thank his lucky stars for the break he had working with Coach Johnson, for (Continued on page 2:1) DECEMBER, 1953 Page 5 fike Church ana 'Jhe State SHORT spell before the elec­ tions, the Chief Executive, in a message to the press, spoke about the "unwanted intervention" of the Church in mat­ ters concerning politics and the likes. Gusts of unnerving news came falling steadily in until Malacanan all but burned with indigna­ tion and disgust. A bishop in Masbate endorsed the candidacy of President-elect Ra­ mon Magsaysay, then presidential candidate for the Nationalista Par­ ty, in an in-and-out open rally. There were vague talks about priests distributing party tickets and their acts which "constituted ... in­ tervention" as defined by President Quirino. But "The Secret Weapon," an ar­ ticle in the November 21st issue of the Philippine Free Press, sort of muddled up the "intervention" issue when it declared in a single para­ graph that "The Catholic Church must be urged to extraordinary ef­ forts in the crusade for free elec­ tions. This was done. . A pastoral letter described as unprecedented' was issued by the Catholic Hierar­ chy of the Philippines pleading for free and orderly elections, declar­ ing that God would surely punish (if the government did not) anyone who should sink so low' as to sa­ botage the right to vote." All this may seem to be just a lot of unnecessary mish-mash now that the election is over, but it has raked up an age-old controversy and took it into the limelight. Does the Church have any right in intervening in matters that concern the State? The State is a separate and dis­ tinct entity from the Church. Its functions run on a different level and its characteristics are individu­ ally its own. Yet, although the State be different from the Church in its daily activities and concern, its ef­ fect does not stop on its own door­ steps, when we take into considera­ tion that a Church is composed of the same people that compose the State, that a Church isn't just a pile of stones made into a cross-shaped house or a candlelight with two or three devotees or a bell and a bel­ fry .. . Consider the fact that the praying public is also the voting public—does not the picture take an entirely different aspect? Andre Visson, in his book, As Others See Us, perhaps the most celebrated one of its kind, describes the true meaning and relation of the Church and the State in a Dem­ ocracy. "The American religion," wrote he, "enters the day to day life of the individual. It concerns itself with the relations not only between man and God but man and man. Its interest lies not only in the in­ dividual's relation to God but in his relation to his family, to the community and even to the world at large. Many Europeans (like so many of our people) therefore, without being agnostic or sub­ scribing to the leftist philosophy, are at a lose to understand the Ameri­ can approach to religion. While they cannot fail to realize that many Americans believe in good and right thinking, they wonder how Christianity can be regarded as a liberalizing political force and they hear Americans speak in al­ most religious terms of a mission in the world." America, the model and Father of Democracy, considers religion as a political force of considerable in­ fluence. For, truly, if the State concerns itself with the physical law of man, the Church serves as a yardstick for his soul and belief. The great Roman Empire of long ago that lorded over scores of na­ tions in its days of pomp and glo­ ry, fell under the silent, marching feet of Christianity, an army of gun­ less men and women . . . armed with nothing but prayers on their lips and faith in their hearts. The State cannot exist without religion or a church housing the religion of the people. Political abuse and de­ gradation start where the people have abandoned their church. Com­ munism and all other "isms" flour­ ish most in the mire and filth of bigotry. bq ZJicente 7^anudo The .State and the Church have purposes which inevitably meet in a point of tangency, for their pur­ suit and aims are common. They may look like different projects but they are made out of the same logs and stones. . . that is Equality. Freedom, Justice and Liberty. Be­ cause, ever since her birth, the Church has waged an unending war against mental and physical slav­ ery, prevented unreasonable op­ pression and has seen so many of her subjects die for the light of free­ dom; the Church has long practiced the principles of Democracy. Let us admit it. There is no per­ fect form of government. With each individual having his own opinion, concepts and means of arriving at the things he chooses to believe in, a perfect system for governing a mass cannot be accomplished. Democracy offers all kinds of free­ dom and right to the individual. Because of this, it has become a green pasture for political secondstory men living under the shadow of crime, badger game masters, political hi-jackers and many other shifty-eyed characters, lawless all. There is a flaw and leakage in al­ most every turn and sweep. But it is still far better than Russia's much-vaunted Communism. As far (Continued on page 8) Page 6 THE CAROLINIAN THE AUTHOR 2C|ERSONALITY and individuali,y have their own particular meaning. We w often hear people say, "Oh, he has a very charming personal­ ity." We take it as the integration of emotional trends and behaviors. Psychology says that personality is the art of winning people's respect and admiration and of gaining their friendship. Indeed everybody is trying to develop a personality which will be most attractive, and there is hardly a person who is not engaged in the process of selling his personality to the public. Individuality is a confusing term. Ordinarily it means the quality which distinguishes one person from another. It is the distinctive char­ acter of a thing. We regard a person's character traits or his ur­ bane manners as his individuality. When we go down to the realm of ontology both the terms defined above have different meanings. It is imperative for us to differentiate the two for they are truly the found­ ation of all our social and political philosophy. Is not our person ourself? Do we not sometimes hatp our self? Pascal asserts that the self is detestable. Even in every day language when we hear someone say that he or she is self-assertive or has a personal character this usually means a self-centered and imperious person. In this sense we might say that personality consists in self-realization achieved at the expense of others. If we take this meaning, then Pascal is right. On the other hand, would we like to be called a man who has no personality? Of course, we don't. When we hear of the achievements of saints and heroes, do we not think of them as men who have reached the heights of personality? All the great things on earth are accomplished through a heroic fi­ delity to some truth which a man says "I" proclaim. That man who says "I die for a cause," has reach­ ed the fullest measure of personality. °f PERSONALITY and INDIVIDUALITY The Gospel teaches us that no personality is more magnificently affirmed than that of Christ. St. Thomas tells us that the per­ son is that which is noblest in the whole of nature. According to Pas­ cal, the selfish ego is hateful. While the ego is detestable, philosophers say that self-consciousness is a cardinal point for the progress of humanity. What do these contradictions mean? They mean that the human being is held between two poles; a material pole and a spiritual pole. It is this material pole which is the center of individuality. And it is the spiritual pole which makes possible the freedom of generosity which is in the person. Herein we face the distinction, the distinction between the ego and the self. ' Let us first take individuality. All the things around us, that is all material beings, have their individuality rooted in matter. It is this matter which gives them posi­ tion in space distinct from other bo­ dily beings. In each of us, indivi­ duality, being that which excludes others from oneself, could be des­ cribed as the narrowness of the ego. This egoism is animated by a spirit. As an individual, each of us is a fragment of a species, a part of the universe, and subject to all its physical, ethnical, historical forces and influences — and bound by their laws. Thus, we go to the Drug­ store and drink Coca-cola when thirsty. We eat when hungry. We cannot escape the laws of nature. But, we must eat and drink just enough to serve the personality. For individuality is conditioned by our existence. The individual is the by PRIMITIVO V. LARA, Jr. Pre-Law II means, the personality the end. The lower value serves the higher. Individuality is the servant. We eat enough to keep us healthy and in turn keep the personality going. For how can you be your­ self, your person, if you are hungry? When you fast, the individuality is not being served and at the same time the person is being starved. The marks of individuality are egoism and pettiness. Its main pur­ pose is for itself. It looks at other things with reference to itself. It blames the whole world when it fails. It is forever eager to take and cannot extend beyond itself. It comes from earth and to earth it goes back. Now let us take up personality. In order to make clear the workings of our personality it would be better if we compare it with love. There is a relation between the two which is most intimate. What we love is the deepest reality, "the most substantial, hid­ den, existing reality in the beloved (Continued on paye 8) DECEMBER, 1953 Page 7 'Ghe Qhuteh, and the... (Continued from page 6) FROM THE FARMER. A LETTER Dear folks, I have just come from the green fields. It's dawn, raw and bleak. Yonder, Mang Ingko and the folks are warming around a crackling fire on the vacant lot where once again the revered stories of yore and the tales of the young are told and retold. You see, when the villagers linger close to their firesides in dusk and in early dawn, it is Christmastide. in Manliting. I like to feel of the early December marning air. It brings with it the first lungful of that fresh, flower-soaked, icy atmosphere an exquisite thing. I sip it, as I stand before my plow, and praise my Maker. Very soon, every villager's backyard will hum with activity. Suman and bibingka will be shared in every nipa shack. On Christmas eve, all of Manliting will gather in the teniente's kerosene-lighted house, the beloved landlord mixes freely with the villages, the shuffling muddy feet of rustic Romeos and Juliets will dance until deep in the night, when the rooster crows to herald the midnight mass. Everybody heads for the Media Noche in an improvised chapel. Back from their prayers, the villagers will pipe out a carol for the landlord who will oblige his carolers with a sumptous feast. Having feasted on (he lechon, the bucolic dance resumes in the homeyard until morning. The celebration will have a touch of its own. There will be no blaring radios, nor bleating horns. No tinseled boxes; no cheap gifts from Chinese stores. For a drum, the Manliting children will rap away on a hollow piece of wood; for firecrackers, they'll make blasts by igniting kerosene in bamboo tubes. The happy carolers will sing their native tunes accompanied by the rhythmic cadenza of the winnowers and the cymbals fashioned out of mallorca bottle caps. And to top them all, every villager will be happy because Mang Ingko's best wines will freely flow. Simple it is, but we will never cast an envious eye on the headless, mad, riotous X'mas revelry of the city. We don't sing wild tunes alien to our ears. We will sing, though, it will be the out pourings of a true, starry-eyed country lover. Yes, we too will dance, but it will be to the strains of guitar and violin under the starry skies. We too will dine lavishly, but the cakes on our earthen plates and coconut shells will come from the first grains we reap in early December, and we will warm our throats with the chocolate from our cacao trees. From all these, 1, the farmer, know that Christmas is not just some­ thing to hold and be riotously happy as I once saw in a city. Nor is it just tinsel, bright lights, and laughter, nor the fancy trimmings of an over-laden Christmas tree. It is something more tangible than the tinkling of silver. It is something in the heart—the human soul! as defects must exist, owing to the very imperfection of human nature, Democracy is perfect. It has been shown that there ex­ ists a relation between the Church and the State, since both exist for a common cause, that is for the welfare of humanity. That the Church at certain times comes in conflict with the State is unsurprisI ing because conflicts between the two must occur as a necessary im­ plication of their duties and func­ tions. Intervention" is rather not the word, since such an act is part of the purpose of both. For the father to whip his child regardless of the righteousness of what the latter has done without allowing the mother to say any­ thing, is the rule of the beast and the primitive—but this is the liv­ ing rule in all communist-dominated countries. If the Church cannot be permit­ ted to intercede for the people in the doings of the State, even as these are the same people who em­ brace both institutions, then what are we coming to? The worst kind of Communism is the Communism that hides behind the innocent veil of Democracy! (9/ (PeMonatity,... (Continued from page 7) OF VIRGINIA AND HER SANTA CLAUS: Every insect in the forest seem to chirp their merry tunes for Christmas. But Scrooge would cry, "Bah! Humbug!" This prompted little Virginia, a pigtailed country lass, to ask, "Daddy, is dear Santa Claus still alive?" The father beamed and with a glint in his eye, he placed Virginia on his laps while he sat on an old trunk. Said he: "My child, Santa is very much alive. You shouldn't doubt nor cry, dear. For unless you forget him, you will never miss him!" (Continued on paye 35) — it is a metaphysical center, deep­ er than all qualities and essences which I can discover and enumerate in the beloved. That is why such enumerations pour endlessly from the lover's mouth." (.Jacques Maritain's The Person and the Common Good.) Thus when we love we give our­ self ... we surrender our self. Now the personality is founded in the spirit. The human person does not only bear resemblance to his Creator but also enjoys 'in a peculiar fashion the spirit of God. This is the spiritual soul that pro­ ceeds from Him, so that we can know and love Him. The human person is ordained directly to God as to its absolute ultimate end. It comes and goes back to God. Thus it tends to be generous and self-giving. It is not held by any physical law. It has (Continued n page 35) Page 8 THE CAROLINIAN HE was no longer young. There was no doubt about that. Her eyes no longer sparkled as they used to. Only sagging flesh was there where once blushing cheeks had been, only tell-tale marks where pretty dimples once played. And the deepening lines on her forehead and the faint streaks of gray border­ ing at her temples told plainly that she was well past her sixties. Yet, no longer young as she was, lya Soling could not help feeling like some silly day-dreaming school-girl this bright December morning. There was an unusual cheerfulness in her face. A refreshing radiance shone about her whole countenance and overshadowed whatever cruel traces the years have left upon her. And THE RETURN the way she smiled lent her a youthful gaiety such as one expects to find only among the young in heart. "That's funny, but I don't know why I feel like a million dollars to­ day," she mused as she playfully fingered a slender strand of glitter­ ing tinsel which had fallen from the toy-bedecked pine tree standing proudly in her sala. Looking out of the window she could not help but admire the beaming faces of peo­ ple in the streets as they passed by. There were some in gaudy, brightcolored frocks, chattering excitedly with one another. Others had their arms loaded with gift-wrapped packages. Now and then, she would see bright-faced youngsters, tugging along behind their mothers, with ribboned bundles, or boxes tucked securely under their arms. "Must be the season or some­ thing," she told herself. "Or maybe —maybe . . . it's something else." Yes. Iya Soling was quite at a loss to explain the unusual feeling of extreme joy and gaiety that had suddenly overcome her that morn­ ing. She was a little puzzled about it. It was as though she saw the world bathed in the gold of morning sunshine for the very first time in her life and the wonderful sight of it sent electric sparks through her. It was strange, this feeling. It made her want to soar high up in a little pink cloud all her own and do nothing but laugh and smile all day. Perhaps it was the season. There is always something about Christmas that seems to seep inio your every bone and fibre — some­ thing peculiarly soothing and whole­ some, yet so powerful that it lifts your whole being in a surge of earthly bliss and makes you feel like a well, like a million dollars! But then there had been other Christmasses. And never had Iya Soling felt so unusually gay and cheerful as this one. "Perhaps it isn't the season. Per­ haps it's something else," she told herself again. Just what it was she did not know exactly. All she did know was that she was happy. And to lya Soling, nothing else mattered. With a nonchalant air, she dis­ missed the thought from her mind and leaned back contentedly on her seat by the window. Sitting there alone, thinking of nothing — of no­ thing, simply — she heard sounds of soft carol music drifting towards her from a house nearby. It fell pleasantly on her ears. ". . . . with its trees and wind­ ows all a glow, Christmas, with its snow and ice and mistletoe. ..." "It's lovely," she sighed. "So lovely." And for a long while she sat there entranced, apparently lost in its soothing strains. While listen­ ing to it, she let her eyes wander carelessly about the room. Present­ ly, she caught sight of the multi­ colored paper lantern she had hung by the window the other day. A slight breeze stirred it to one side and then other. This gentle swaying motion blended perfectly with the music that was wafted from the house across the street. "Strange,' she muttered, almost half-aloud, "how everything conspires to make a blithe skylark out of you one moment or a dripping bundle of weariness the next. Why, today everything seems to be just perfect. Who can help feeling young on a day like this? Right now I am as light-hearted as a new-born pup but," she sighed, a’ cloudly look stealing across her face, "who knows.... Maybe, to­ morrow . . ." she impulsively flung the gloomy thought aside, so afraid it would spoil the joy and gaiety that have wrapped her, the joy which she wanted to cling to child­ ishly and keep it within her for­ ever. Somehow it disturbed her to think of what bleak uncertainties each tomorrow would bring. It made her shudder, just to think of it. "But I guess it's the up's and down's that give life its charm, its color." She smiled after her cheer­ fulness returned. "After all, that's what makes life beautiful. Without it, life would be utterly dull. Mo­ notonous. Colorless. And — and Her thoughts were rudely cut short by a sudden loud knocking on the door. Immediately she rose up from where she sat. "I wonder who that is," Iya Soling asked her­ self as she walked expectantly to­ wards the door. She opened it. What she saw completely stupefied her. She could not believe her eyes. For there, standing before her was Juanito in his starched khaki uniform, his white teeth flash­ ing as he smiled. For a moment Iya Soling stood there motionless, her mouth agape. She just stared at him. She could not speak. It was only after what seemed a long, long while that she managed to find her tongue. "Juanito," she gasped, her voice faintly audible. "It-it's really you, isn't it? Or are my eyes just play­ ing tricks on me?" "Of course not, mother," Juanito answered, grinning from ear to ear. Without a word he lifted her up from where she stood and swung her around, laughing all the while. (Continued on page 17) DECEMBER, 1953 Page 9 THE AUTHOR Ly ROSITA SERRA TY Most Exalted Sister the stupidities of the initiation, how­ ever, were counterpoised with the formalities at the induction ceremo­ nies where the officers, under oath, accepted their respective posts and the rest, their membership to the Kappa Lambda Sigma Sorority. At the cocktail party which followed the induction, everybody was so spick-and-span-new in her flare skirt plus all the comely accessories a lady would wear in such formal affairs. The year 1952 was etched with social, cultural, and some charity works. The monthly socials, usualKAPPA LAMBDA SIGMA /O /O BRIGHT, auspicious idea dawned upon our charming Mrs. Bernardita Valenzuela one day—that of spicing the University with a new organization, one that would be composed only of women, of competent young women so to say. The pressure of that thought rose so strongly within her that before she really could make any mental detour she was already sending letters of notifica­ tion to the students deemed out­ standing in the university. The lat­ ter, upon learning what the bright idea was about, immediately be­ came equally anxious and interest­ ed in the prompt establishment of the organization—everybody show­ ing some excitement, predicting that it was really going to be a purely woman society. On August 17, 1952, the well thought-of sorority was organized and Mrs. Valenzuela became its ad­ viser. Then with the good counsel of the Rev. Fr. Rector, the sorority was named Kappa Lambda Sigma— derived from two Greek words Ka­ los and Agathos which mean beau­ tiful and good. So, the pioneering sorority in San Carlos U began to take shape. The lay-out of the details con­ cerning the organization and the election of officers then followed. Somehow, they elected me the Most Exalted Sister. To the other posts were elected these competent and responsible ladies: Miss Luz Evangelista and Miss Pat Kriekenbeck. Exalted Sisters: Mrs. Carmencita Montesclaros, Most Trusted Exchequer; Miss Paz Chua and Miss Erlinda Perez, Trusted Exchequers; Miss Brenda Esmera, Keeper of the Records; Miss Patricia Reynes, Keeper of the Keys; and Mrs. Leonie Ramas, PRO. Mrs. Gloria Escano, one of the most active social workers of the city, was unanim­ ously chosen the Honorary Sister. These framers of the sorority then paused awhile, took a deep breath, and at once plunged into the usual irks and trifles of induc­ tion ceremonies. They got their fa­ ces painted in a crime-against-artand-beauty fashion with a hideous combination of red and black pig­ ments—lipstick and eyebrow pencil or charcoal (pardon me). After then, of course, the girl who surviv­ ed became a full-pledged member. And they all did. All the silly antics, the follies and ly held at the end of every month, were nobly motivated to carry out the main aims of the sorority which are: To establish a more effective cooperation and fellowship among the USC female students; To en­ courage and promote leadership and scholarship; To develop social graces. The first social, held in October, main-featured a lecture on etiquette by Miss Leonor Borromeo, a USC English instructress. The November social featured a fashion show—the "musts" in an average college girl's wardrobe—and a lecture on fashion by Miss Carmen Camara, an H.E. instructress in USC and one of the members of the sorority's Board of Directors. The whole month of December was devoted to a Charity Drive (old clothes, toys and medicine drive, and caroling on Christmas) for the poor, particularly people in distress as those in Palawan. The charitable operations turned out very success­ ful and this is to be attributed to the ingenious and zealous solicita­ tions and moves of the sororitists who were constantly encouraged by the very inspiring adviser, Mrs. VaPage 10 THE CAROLINIAN lenzuela. Copiously packed bundles of clothes were collected and the ca­ roling cashed in an amount which was more than enough to buy med­ icines with. The month's labor terminated in a Christmas party held at the Hon­ orary Sister's residence. It was a barn holiday motif, full of fun. That ended, too, the year 1952 which left behind it, in every sororitist's heart, contentment for the jobs well done. Then came January of 1953. The sororitists, fresh, sprightly and brisk from the frolics and merriments of Christmas, showed a new vigor, a re-energized spirit bereadied for the next objectives of the organiza­ tion. Due to the immediate trifling duties which demanded first atten­ tion, the January social was post­ poned to the early part of Febru­ ary. It was a convocation where Rev. Fr. Bernard Wrocklage, S.V.D., was the guest speaker. He spoke on that one universally discussed subject. Communism. The girls were none but all absorbed in his speech, earnestly comprehending the words that flowed from his elo­ quent tongue. By this time the school schedule of activities was getting heavy. Yes, the USC Day celebrations, the dif­ ferent Junior's proms, et al, and, ul­ timately, the climaxing final exam­ inations. The sorority had a slow down somehow and a memorable despedida to the 1952-53 school year was made with a Valentine party in February where the fond sisters (that's how the sororitists call each other) enjoyed making sweet me­ mories together. Vacation—a long summer vaca­ tion—temporarily interrupted the busy curriculum. It was some relief, it enabled us to rest physically and mentally—the rhythm of our respi­ ration went normal again after a short while. March (vacation started at the last week of March),. April, May, June (classes commenced again)— and July ... oomph! This Greeklettered organization rose to activity again refootstepping the first year's foremost events. Fourth of July was the election of officers for the cur­ rent year. For a moment I felt depressed when my sisters reelected me to the same post. (I had wanted to retire from being the Most Exalted Sis­ ter—since I was getting to be the most exhausted sister—and settle down to just being an ordinary, lo(Continued on page 34) By C. FAIGAO With apologies to Kipling II you can scold and yet not lose your balance, At times be angry without getting mad; When pupils dull show no response, no challenge, II you can smile still and think it's not bad; Il you can find a real pleasure in work, And tackle monotony without getting bored; II you aren't fagged by sameness and routine work, And reap the blessings that these can afford; II you can chum with pupils and stay superior, Be good to them nor be so very good; If you can chat with higher-ups nor . feel inferior, Speak out your mind nor be misunderstood; If you can lead the child's heart-mind to growing, Towards the good, the beautiful, the true; If you can till the soil of thought, and, sowing, Make sprout one seed where but one seedling grew; If you have depth and breath, nor let the latter Make of you a pedant and a bore as such; If you do know by heart your subject matter. And be inspired and yet not talk so much; If you can be a jack-of-trades and master One in which you can very well take pride; If you can make the world of methods vaster, Nor yet forget the intrinsic human side; If you can see the man behind the pupil, See what is near nor miss the larger view; II you can see within the job which you fill A pathway to an order that is new; If you can thrill towards the unseen sprouting Of darkened minds to sunshine, silently. You make the grade beyond all clever doubting. The job is yours, — you can a teacher be. DECEMBER, 1953 Page 11 What Is HAVE been asked to tell the readers of THE CAROLINIAN what shamanism is—that cu­ rious quasi-religious pheno­ menon which is found among quite a few pagan peoples all the world over. Ethnologists are still controvert­ ing the exact nature of shamanism. But we can say this much, that it takes its roots in the cult of spirits and of the ghosts of the dead. It expresses itself in the belief that certain individuals, men or women, who are often predisposed by a particularly sensitive nature, can act as mediums between man and the unseen and dangerous world of the spirits. The shaman has his own tutelary spirit who takes pos­ session of him on certain occasions, and communicates to him higher knowledge and power. Such a state of spirit-possession is called a trance. During it, the shaman is no mote himself, but rather the instrument of the spirit or ghost. Linguists are inclined to believe that the term shaman, which is now being used by the Tungusic and Altaic peoples of Siberia, goes back ultimately to Sanskrit "sramana", meaning beggar-monk or wondrous man. Shamanism is a secondary reli­ gious phenomenon; it therefore can­ not be called a religion. Practical­ ly wherever it is found, people be­ lieve in a Supreme Being, or at least in some higher deities. Nowhere it is the highest religious idea. The classic land of shamanism is Siberia. The shamans of the Ural-Altaic peoples possess a com­ plicated magic knowledge. During their performances they wear an impressive official dress, and beat the indispensable spirit drum which has the shape of a tambourine. In this drum the shaman holds the uni­ verse in his hand. By beating it, he SHAMANISM? £By Sludolf ^Rahmann, <S. QZ S). produces the shamanistic trance. Many shamans in India obtain the same effect by stirring rice in a winnowing fan. Presumably there is a genetic connection between these two instruments. The drum is furthermore the shaman's riding animal, upon which he ascends into heaven. A tree or a ladder, whose rungs may consist of swords, are other means by which the shaman ascends into heaven or descends into the realm of the dead. They are symbols of the cosmic tree, or world tree, which connects the underworld, earth, and heaven with one another. The cosmic tree is a wide-spread mythological element. On all occasions, especially at birth, marriage, and death, the Si­ berian tribes need the ministrations of the shaman. Here as in other parts of the world they may also foretell the future, ensure good luck in hunting, the fertility of the fields, and ward off all kinds of calamities. The healing of sicknesses is one of the most important activities of KzAbout the. ^Autkoi: Fr. Rudolf Rohmonn studied ethnology and prehistory at the University of Vienna in 1932 and in 1935 became a Doctor of Philosophy with his dissertation on the deities of the Non­ Aryan peoples of Northeast Indio. In the summer of 1934, in London, he collected data on the religious situation of India. He then began his study of shamanism. In 1935 he was editor of "Anthropos", an International Review of Ethnology and Linguistics, which wos founded in 1906 by Father William Schmidt, a scholar of international fame in the fields of ethnology and history of religions. Between 1936 and 1946, Fr. Rahmann was Rector of the Catholic University of Peking. There also he was editor of "Monumenta Serica", Journal of Oriental Studies of that university. He spent o year after 1950 in Europe for private studies. And in 1952, we welcomed him in San Carlos U. the shamanistic profession. Many of these peoples ascribe more or less all sicknesses to a "supernatural'' cause, e.g. the revenge of a spirit whom the patient is supposed to have neglected or offended. It is the task of the shaman to find out that spirit, to appease him, and eventually to drive him out of the patient's body. He may catch the spirit in his drum or winnowing fan and render him powerless. The sickness may also be due to the fact that the soul of the patient has left the body and wandered away, and the shaman, sometimes by sym­ bolically undertaking long and painful journeys, has to search for it and to lead it back to its body. In the majority of cases the shamans are in good faith. They carry out their profession for pur­ poses which are considered as good by the community. Of course, there are also impostors and profiteers among them. They may use their believed-in powers to harm their fellowmen. In such cases we speak of "black” shamanism. A satisfactory psychological ex­ planation of shamanism would be a rather difficult task. So far it has not yet been undertaken. I may re­ strict myself to the quoting of a brief passage from a report about India. The shaman in question is supposed to detect a witch who is believed to have caused, with the help of an evil spirits, a public ca( Continued on page U) Page 12 THE CAROLINIAN by Rev. M. D. Forrest. M.S.C. TWO INTERESTING DIALOGUES 3N the book from which I have just now quoted we read two particularly interesting, enlightening dialogues. The first is recorded on pp. 383-385. It is the account of a conversation between Victor Kravchenko and his comrade, Dmitri, on the one side, and his host, “a bearded peasant" and his wife on the other. The host's son, Vanya, a lad of twenty-two, had lost his left arm in World War II. I recommend the redder to study this interesting discussion, during which Vanya's father exclaimed: "Don't interrupt me with empty phrases, Vanya. I've kept silent for many years. Our power. Who was it, then, that took the bread away from us with all sorts of schemes and plain robbery? Our power! Who was it, then, liquidated every fifth family in our village and pack­ ed them off to Siberia during col­ lectivization? What I want to know is simply this: Are we human be­ ings or aren't we? I want to live as I like, not as they tell me . . . We lived a thousand times better before the revolution." The other conversation of which 1 write took place between Victor Kravchenko, then a rather ardent Communist, and his father, who had taken part in a former revolution and been imprisoned. The father strives now to bring his son to a sane state of mind (which state Victor Kravchenko reached, not just then, but later on). Read the full account of this enlightening conver­ sation recorded in I Chose Freedom, pp. 201-105. Victor's father, the veteran re­ volutionary, who had made a de­ tailed investigation of the working of Stalin's system, shows that, be­ fore Bolshevism, as now in opera­ tion, came into force, the people— peasants, laborers, etc.—were far better off economically. "Vitya," exclaimed Victor's fath­ er, "why must you fool your­ self? . . . Looking back, our ex­ istence seems almost luxurious by contrast with the life of a working­ class family of today." He shows that, although money wages have risen three to five times, the cost of living has risen not fivefold, but fifteen times, forty times, fifty times higher, and that, out of the 1500 workers in Victor's plant, all of whom had been compelled to pay for vacations, rest homes, etc., only 57 were enabled in a whole year to take advantage of them, for the rest homes were full all the time of directors. Party officials, top Stakhanovites, and other favorites of the State, and that creches were needed because so few wives can afford to stay at home and take care of their children. "Don't talk nonsense!" declared the veteran revolutionary to his Communist son. "You know that 1 regret nothing and would do it over again. We fought against evils. We risked our lives to over­ throw political tyranny and econo­ mic oppression. That doesn't mean that we should be proud of the same evils under different names. This business of justifying present injustice by reference to past evils is a low demagogic trick." All unbiased persons who have made a careful study of economic conditions in the U.S.S.R. will real­ ize the tragic truth contained in the closing statement of Kravchenko, senior to his deluded Communist son: "Don't play the fool, Vitya. The worker who's underfed despite the fact that and often others in his fa­ mily are employed doesn't much care who exploits him, a private owner or the State. When he's dragged off to prison or exiled, it's small consideration to him that it's being done in his own name. After all, when the capitalist boss didn't pay me enough or failed to give me decent working conditions, I could change my job. I could propa­ gandize my fellow-workers, call protest meetings, pull strikes, pub­ lish opposition literature. Try any of it today and you'll end up in prison camp, or worse. Believe me, we had more chance dealing with a hundred thousand capitalist em­ ployers than we have now with one employer, the State. Why? Be­ cause the State has an army and secret police and unlimited pow­ er.. . At least we could think what we pleased. There were many pol­ itical parties, factions, opinions . . . We counted our political prisoners by the thousand, not, as now, by the million. And every injustice evoked protests, demonstrations, mass meetings. Today we have only the silence of a cemetery." Other Striking Testimonies Mr. William L. White, a keen American observer, who accompa­ nied Mr. Eric Johnston through Rus­ sia, has given us the results ol his observations in The Reader's Di(Continued on page U) DECEMBER, 1953 Page 13 MAIL If DOWN NESTORIUS MORELOS QjQhat U ShamanL&m,? (Continued from page 12) Back to school, ohh nnoo!! And look at those classcards and I. d's. — they're going on a diet! By Fing! They're so starved-thin one would be doing a good turn making those things out of Cellophane. Next schoolyear, maybe? The way studes are returning to school after vacation is unrom­ antic, I'd say. They are making their own school calendar. They enroll a week or two weeks after classes start. Enrolment still in full swing, eh, stooge? Look who's talking! Juliet, it's the ''Italian Look” this time. This rag mop hairdo might look good on Silvana Mangano or Silvana Pampanini but on our local products it scatters your blood corpuscles. Why look Italian when we are Pinays, huh, Kordapia? O1 course it's not my dough you are deficit­ spending. Anybody interested in rubber checks? That Christine Jorgensen flower still curdles my skin and rattles my teeth. Sure-sure, boys nowadays sneak into beauty shops and wear panties but Christine carries things a little bit too far. He got himself remodeled into a dame as it dames were'nt elbowing males out from this world. Doc Kinsey is silent about this she-male. And now a word from our sponsor: Do you have laryngitis, trancazo, T.B.? Is your floating rib concerned about the weather? Are your ulcers singing a different tune? Are your kidneys kidding? Then by gam, use "Shovel" spelled s-h-o-v-e-1 and dig your own wormy grave, Mac. Why worry about those 5's huh, Bub? You still can become a president of the islands. Like Magsi lor instance. After having swelled his quota of personal fouls in U.P., he cocks his nose and becomes a "man of action' and, consequentliiied, he is now our president. Don't let this story give you some fancy idea that grades really don't make any difference. A stude was given this query in religion class. "What is meant by adultery?" He yawned back, "It's a sickness caused by eating too much food." Ha-hay! But a dope still hugs this month's column with an excuse slip "masterpiece." It says: Deer Sir: (Salutation not misspelled, Mr. Editor.) Please excuse me for the absence to the class because I was nearly die yesterday according to influence." Here is a good example of corny people: Two studes take off their shoes and compare their corns. Don't laugh now, but there are people whose corns are so high the confounded humps heed hats. No wonder girls sometimes camouflage their coms by manicuring 'em. An open letter to Brutus and all those people who reported for poll duty. Bay Brutus, We're heroes now, eh, Brutus? Poll guardians, that’s us. During our sneak training where we wondered whether we were trained for a smuggling job in Hongkong, we hibernated and lay eggs in tents which had the bad jokingly habit of floating when it rains. So those long, loose, lousy fatigue suite served faithfully as uniforms and buoys, boy! Came elections. We were shipped overlakes and prepared for the worst. We were a couple of brave men nursing a bunch of tubercular batterflies in our breadbasket. We got cold feet and pickled tees. You removed your false teeth, Brutus, for some sentimental reasons. You were afraid your falsies might jettison themselves from your gaping mouth, take a walk unchaperoned and get lost. Your grandpa was using it too, (Continued on page 34) lamity, say a drought. The report says: “On no other occasion are the nerves of the whole community strung to such a pitch. The excite­ ment reaches its wildest stage in the men's heads when they see the medium in his trance, and feel them­ selves in the very presence of the spirit. All of them, the unhappy husband of the supposed witch in­ cluded, are firmly convinced that the medium is going to point out the very woman everybody in the village has been suspecting. It ap­ pears natural that under such cir­ cumstances the medium should read the thought which so strongly agitates all those who sit round him." In this case thought reading is the explanation, and the so-called shaman is in reality an impostor who takes advantage of the ignor­ ance and credulity of the simple vil­ lage folk. If we look at the phenomenon of shamanism from the standpoint of reason and of Christian doctrine, one may say that it is a futile ef­ fort of preliterate, and sometimes li­ terate, paganism to control and subdue the blind, inexorable for­ ces of nature. Education alone does not suffice, without the light of Christ, to free these peoples from their spiritual bondage. OjOhat (Continued from page 13) gest of December, 1944, and Jan­ uary 1945. Thus writes Mr. White: "The standard of living here (in the U.S.S.R.) is less than was that of our poorest on W.P.A.. .. Al­ though they work so hard, they pro­ duce so little that their living stan­ dard is less than was that of our jobless on work relief. During our depression as many as 5,000,000 of our people were for a few years down to this low W.P.A. living stan­ dard. But in the Soviet Union about 180,000,000 people have been on an even lower living standard for twenty-five years." To those who boast that there is no unemployment in the U.S.S.R., we need simply reply: "Nor is there any unemployment in our State penitentiaries, Russia is but an im­ mense prison." (Continued on page 40) Page 14 THE CAROLINIAN MOOT COURT its cry that the due process of law be observed on everyone's behalf, everywhere, regardless of race or creed for as long as justice and free­ dom endure. These student leaders brought their appeal for the construction of the moot court to Rev. Fr. Bernard Wrocklage, SVD, Regent of the Col­ lege of Law. This kindly priest was himself interested in the project and lost no time in making the proper arrangements. A few weeks later, the whole job was completed, shellacked and perfected to meet the taste of the critical. They even provided rail­ ings—to keep the spectators from crowding into the area where the limelight would draw prominence to seats of impending tensions. A for­ mal ceremony inaugurating the af­ fair took place with Fr. Wrocklage giving the blessings. The Rev. Fr. Rector was there, too, and there was an amused sparkle in his eyes when he looked around and saw special­ ly dressed young ladies and gentle­ men of the senior Law class beam­ ing aloud like a new father flat­ tening his nose against the glass of a nursery room watching the mira(LoQ&otfe. GROUP of senior Law stu\71 dents gathered together and talked about what to do to encourage their study on court technique. Theory is only a foundation. What they needed was something about a courtroom that they can actually feel. A judge be­ hind a bar, a witness chair to one side, a table for the counsels, the Filipino flag, a gavel... That should be practice enough, a taste of some kind of tension that always envel­ ops the scene in which are unfolded countless dramas involving a man and his fight for his liberty, his life. It didn't take long for a blue­ print to take form. What is found in an ordinary courtroom they'll have it here, too. They'll even lend it a dash of color. A wallet bared itself, a few pesos were placed on the ta­ ble, and another reached into his pocket for some centavos; and then another, until the funds were raised to pay for a painter. What resulted was a competent reproduction of a painting by the noted artist, E. Blanchfield, showing a courtroom of the Federal Build­ The Law . . .! That’s a bit) word! ing in Cleveland, Ohio, USA. It now hungs against the wall over the judge's platform. Very impressive. Inspiring. It is almost eloquent in cle of infancy crowded up in the red blooming faae of what was go­ ing to be his son. (Continued on page lti) DECEMBER, 1953 Page 15 Moot Qaufit (Continued from, page 15) Uh-huh ... Glad to meet you, dear people... I think I'd better beat you to this kind of introduction since our predecessor didn't get around in­ troducing us. You see, Delia (Campuscrats Ace) Saguin was in a flurry of a hurry she couldn't manage to warble an ''I'll be seeing you" to you ... oh, gee! Or I could be mistaken. Perhaps her adieu is part of the task she passed on to me... and left me to gape at unbelievingly for days... oh, no! Well, anyway, this column must go on... and that'll answer the why of my pinch-hitting here. Round the campus, that's my beat... I went for a looksee on the popu­ lation ... for a li'l use of Math in observing whoever has come as an addi­ tion ... and figurin' out whoever is responsible for any subtraction. First, a drop in at the Commerce ballyhoo ... But, natch! I knew it... I knew I'd find people to interest you about. Take for instance, FLORA MANLOSA ... coy and oh so demure ... looks like a picture-come-to-life of the Maria Claras way back ... so typical of a Dalagang Filipina in an aura of sampaguita blooms. Next stop... the Lib Arts depot... (Joe promised an extra copy of this mag)... Managed to overhear a couple of masculine voices: M1 asked, "Having trouble with your subjects?" and M2 replied, "Yeah... I'm all mixed up. Know what?—I think I'll switch to Nursing!" Tsk-tsk. Down the corridors... there's TONY ALVAREZ ... don't be fooled by his quips and gay exterior. He may flare up with the crankiest cracks at the most unsuspecting listener... Seriously, though, he's hit the high marks in class. (Nice to see you back. Tony!) At the drugstore hang-out... another familiar face... no other than LOURDES SEGUERRA... prettier with her added poundage. Nice vacation could be easily the cause ... You're gleaming all over with it, Lourds... Oops!... who's a-commin'? ... Looks like it's would-be engineer RUDY RATCLIFFE, just on time for classes... a good looker... he loves to go a-schoolin' in his pet get-up, the jeans!... ever with a load of friendly smiles... he fascinates one with his unaffected ways, no head vulcanizing stuff for him ... Keep it up, Rudy! Waiting for the favorite drink? (O.K. guess!)... Managed to spot Var­ sity—er, INTING DIONALDO, a hearing distance from Nat King Cole... a fanatic, that is he, where the King is concerned . .. this Moaner of the ballads is irresfible to our hoopster... must be because the King is efficient in pro­ viding background music while Ting goes a-wanderin' off to far places ... Pharmacy's ROSITA TY displays the most flawless schoolgirl complexion ... a neat version of a 3-B girl: Beauty... Brains... Breeding. (Once, again, that long low whistle)... There's the culprit shriller... TICONG ASUN­ CION... just his way of saying "Hi!", see... Kind of chum one should be blessed with these days is JO PEREZ, a senior Commerciante... girl rates A-|- in thoughtfulness in her quiet ways... makes us go a-wishin' for more of the specie. Welcome sight in the campus... beauteous Peorl-of-the-Orient-Seas con­ tender ... VIOL SAGUIN ... attending Wednesday novena in the chapel... Let's see more of you. Viol. Double — decher sweets, if you see them... and you're not seeing double... thy're the VERGARA twins, FEE and ESPERANZA... nice examples of simplicity. Who's the new girl???" .. . this query seems to pop up everywhere and from everyone that it sounds like a jackpot question in a quiz show... Well, the $64 queschun won't need any three guesses... Easyyy on your eyes (Continued on page 25) And in that occasion the Law mentors were in attendance. Atty. Wenceslao Fernan, who is now the presiding judge of the USC Moot Court, was there and was unmis­ takably charmed by what he saw. Well, a few days later, a case was filed—cases were filed—simple seduction, theft, attempted murder, homicide, infanticide . .. Anyway, this writer suddenly developed his interest in law just listening to the verbal clashes that ensued, the in­ termittent rapping of the gavel, the protestations of a harassed witness, the abrupt hush that overcame the crowd who craned their necks when the defense counsel finally recited the surrounding chain of circum­ stances that would eventually in­ evitably lead to an acquittal. You'd say you paid your way in. But all the while one could almost feel the spirit behind this admirable struggle for knowledge possessing every student, reaching out for re­ cognition. The future holds a pro­ mise for each of them. This career of law is not one for trifles. Let us say that it is the steel foothold of free governments everywhere. By the law, a man declares, defends, demands, dies. In every walk of life, the concern for the law is ever present. The law affects the bootblack working on your shoes. It crawls with the leprous. It guides a policeman's bullet. One must never mistake it for anything short of sovereignty. This was the thought that inspir­ ed that group of senior Law stu­ dents to help themselves to a con­ venience that may direct them into the pale of this centuries-old pro­ fession. One of them, Joaquin Chung, said, "Four years in law school with books and examinations might add letters after your name, but I guess one is not a lawyer until he knows how to apply the law." And Vicen­ te Fanilag said, "My idea of a law­ yer is not one who signs his name and gets a few pesos. A lawyer's castle is his place in a courtroom where he fights to. seek the truth, fights to maintain the truth and fights for the triumph of truth over corruption in behalf of the client whose life and liberty he holds in his hands." And there's the lady student, Teresita Calderon, who claims that" (Continued on page IX) Page 16 THE CAROLINIAN h] (SaUhrit/ £ Cairitatf/ p Zhe ftetabn,___________ (Continued from page 9) "But why didn't you tell me you were coming?" she asked after he put her down. I just wanted to surprise you. That's all," he chuckled, making funny little noises in his throat. "And besides," he continued, "I didn't have time to write to you about it." I Oh, let s not bother ourselves about that now. What matters most is that you're here. That's all I care to know. And there, mother and son hugged each other in that tender warm embrace which is born of aching loneliness and anxious wait­ ing. To Iya Soling it seemed like ages since she saw him. It had been so long, really. And she could not hold back the flow of tears that welled up in her eyes. "Now, now, mother. Why the tears?" said Juanito smiling, trying to cheer her up. "This is supposed to be a happy day, remember?" "I know, son. I know," she said smiling through her tears. "It's just that I feel so big and grand inside that I think I'm going to choke!" And they laughed merrily together. "I know I'm being silly," said Iya Soling- after a pause. "But I just couldn't help myself. Eyeing him closely while they talked, she noticed that there was a sickly pallor on his cheeks. She noticed, too, there was a little round scar on his forehead which had not been there before. However, except for these disconcerting changes, Juanito still remained the same fun­ loving son that she knew. There was the same mischievous curly lock of hair that he let hung care­ lessly on his forehead. The same boyish smile was there as he wore it the day he left for the far-off Korean hills. Even the impish twinkle in his eyes was there. And the dimples, too. "It must be the effect of the fighting and lack of slbep out there on the hills," Iya Soling muttered to herself, referring to the strange unI gainly pallor on Juanito's face. But then she turned to him and said, "Well, now that you're back home again, we'll have a nice long Christ­ mas together, shan't we?" Juanito did not answer. He was silent. "Shan't we, Juanito?" she repeat­ ed, thinking he had not heard her. "I was afraid to tell you this, ! Mother," he said at last, turning his (Continued on page 37) Election is over. All those political morsels — campaign speeches, hand-wavings, mechanical smiles, eye-winkings and other vote-getting maneuvers are gone. What turned out was the exultation of the victorious and the submission of the defeated. So, politics is obsolete this time, at least. Let's just leave the newly elected candidates to their shoes, just wait and see what they can do for our dear beloved Philippines, or perhaps wait for the prosecution of the hoodlums and the goons. Students are in for the second semester and whether our candidates won or lost during the last elections, we should be in again, so long as we want to store something in our private cocos. You need not stoop down and wrinkle your brows because the winning candidates did not happen to be your choice. Know the reasons from the editorial of the V Spirit (UV) which says in part: It matters not whether the winning candidate is not your man. At least you are only far too glad to account for the will of the people; you realize that, after all, in the soil of your dear Philippines, such will, through God's grace, is not deterred from expressing itself; and you are enraptured at the thought that you have now a leader chosen in accordance with the principle the attainment of which had been the delirium of your forefathers in their death beds. This time, the "C" Staff members are facing another grind again — putting up this bi-monthly mag. We are sure we can refrain from scratching our heads for want of more literary contributions if only the whole student body helps us continously by writing more literature. Get it from Mr. Rafael Ma. Murioa of the Letran News (San Juan de Letran College) who says: It's safe to say that many of you have hidden talent for writing. If so, don't be like flowers wasting their sweetness in the desert air. Come out to the open. Don't be selfish but let others enjoy your work. By this way, popular beliefs that only Staff members write up the whole paper would be cleared off. In truth, it's only when assigned or when absolutely necessary that Staffers write. We can't swallow leaving the pages blank for lack of contributions or fill them with those write-ups that fall below the "C" standard. In the Nicolanian (San Nicolas College, Surigao) an author, Al­ phonse, essaying on the man with the college diploma, generalizes that a CD man (man with a college diploma or degree) feels that he has to extricate himself from what he would call the morass composed of the poor and the unknown in order to maintain a mistaken sense of social distinction. He has to affiliate himself only with the honorable and highly-placed people so that he could rise, be known and (Continued on page 35) DECEMBER, 1953 Page 17 IZefoiiihu To G. SISON by Glenda Sia College of Law You are of dust And from whence You came . .. You can't be proud Of your ancestry. Whilst I am come From bone and blood You were fashioned From grime and sod. Woman is part oi man ’ Yet is whole by herself And without woman Man is hall-man, half-beast Or no man at all.. . For what is man But a big, proud heap Of anonymous . . . shapeless ... pulseless... matter. Moat Qautit (Cont'd. from page 16) . . . the mastery of the tenets of Jus­ tice can be done by anyone who has that much faith. In that respect, a woman can battle in the grounds of the braves, just as well." But Roland Lucero seemed to be on the gritty side. He says he has his own "secret for success" as a lawyer. “I see it all now," he mu­ ses, " SECRETARY OF JUSTICE' printed on a glass door. And be­ low it. . . my name." After all, a guy can dream, can't he? Well, San Carlos U will be giv­ ing the cap and gown and ribbon­ ed linen to some 25 law graduates this year. And when they sit down to answer the Bar questions, a holy mass vzill be said for them. Then . . . we will all wait and see. • Before we rattle off with this talkathon, we hope that the readers of this unliterary strip, will enjoy a riotous, rip-snorting Christmas season and get a big bang out of the new year. And we also hope that this time, our friend will send us the 2-far-15$X'mas card he'd promised us three years ago. He swore to give us the extravagant Yuletide Baksheesh only on condition that we fork over the do-re-mi to finance the mailing costs. Very humorous. Grrr-rl! • So sorry falks. We didn't come up one issue back. We weren't able to tear through a backlog of five deadlines so we played hide and sick... ah, hide and seek with ed Aller. We did all the hiding, natcherly. Ol' man Aller did a slow burn and really got thermal under the collar. So we made a neat fadeaway and bobbed up our fazed noggins at the "C" office which we usurped from the legitimate resident, Liberal Arts Dean Fr. E. Schoenig, only to have the new headman, Jess Vestil, making a nice tattoo with his pencil on our midriff. "DEADLINE!" sez he. "You gotta surrender your pieces before Monday or this mat won't come out in time for never-mind.' And then we all ol us snap back with a lying "yeah' and that pleases him mighty wide and then he mines his pockets and gives us cigarettes. We all of us don't look at the brand and don’t ask me why! That's the way you'll find us here, trying to write literature for the succeeding generation and hoping the furniture in our thinking caps get rearranged. This sheet still enjoys the brass notoriety of being written last and worst. Blimey, that's a scream there! Tee-hee! • Emilio B. Aller, that worthy gentleman and venerable colleague of ours will be leaving far the land that flies the Old Glory and he'll be with us again after three months. Recipient of a 1953 Smith-Mundt Grant, he's slated to make an observation tour of the United States and to give a fair accounting of how we are behaving in a democracy. EBA could very convincingly harangue his American audiences about our much-vaunted political maturity. Now look, I didn't say senility. Well, actually, except in the more playful spots, the elections were clean, honest and peaceful. We even volunteered to guard the pools so's there'd be no jambalaya at balloting time but we didn't get nary, a plugged cent and we got shoved to Battalion headquarters as "deserter." Howbeit, we didn't get a court-martial indaba so we cakewalked out ol military service with a pair of fatigue socks and another pair of bloodshot eyes plus blisters all over our anatomy, courtesy of the Armed Forces of the Philippines. • One bold fact that can give Russia's socialist stomach a good, solid jab is the fact that the Filipino balloter cannot be bought. No sireel Our convictions can't be bought. Not with bogus moneyl (Continued on page 34) Page 18 THE CAROLINIAN CAMPAIGN DANILO DEEN A timely team backer MARTIN ECHIVARRE Alert at all angles EVARISTO SAGARDUI Most versatile player Briefing , , , QJte CHflmpion UJflRRIORS 0. s. c. FAUSTO ARCHIE A seasoned reliable VICENTE DIONALDO A fighting heart ROY MORALES The Team's Skipper ^eoen donsecutiue VICTORIES in the C£BU COLLfGlflTE GTHLfllC flSS’ll. CCflfl NATOLIO REYNES Detty ball handler TOMAS ECHIVARRE Most progressive player Coaching . , . ANTONIO YOUNG Dexterity with grace RUDOLFO ARCELO Unassuming and loyal ‘Pause and Pose^^ — Qnch, JL OhjQjmJipl^L (Continued from page 5) the latter mentor emphasized his team's offense on the man-to-man defense. Coach Johnson taught only one trick to crack this defense: the weave. The Warriors used the weave in their past games and the enemies always went hurly-goof. The USP Panthers started giving themselves the one-two-three on this idea when they saw that Capt. Roy Morales was enjoying the eve­ ning with 22 points to his name. But, too late, the whistle was al­ ready clearing its throat. In the zonal defenses, however, Coach Baring really admits that the boys' attack on that kind of defense was rather weak. He relied mainly on the team's scoring savvy and if that had failed ... The team's offense is concen­ trated on the shooting areas and not on undergoal attacks. That was where USP somersaulted. One good thing about the Warriors is that they use their teamplays and stock tactics as practiced. Baring's instructions have been faithfully followed to the letter. And the re­ sults always made you lean back and sigh. Shooting Power. That's important. You don't win games by just dribbling around and tossing fancy passes, there have sink-ins once _ ____ Ninety-nine per cent of the Warriors are neat shots. Best on the line is Vicente Dio­ naldo. His favorite stance is the set shot. He carries the ball chest high, flips it with his right hand and watches as the bouncer whispers through the ring. That's the Johnson style. Martin Echivarre, Jr. specialized on the keyhole area with his two-count rhythm. Same thing with Tony Young and his hook shots. But all these scoring babies were put to an acid test with the Colegio de San Jose whose scoring average was also pretty good. Equally efficient on the homeruns, the two teams traded points like no­ thing in the books. But, well, you know the rest of the story. The Warriors made a wet chicken of somebody and the final tab read: 51-59. to be while. in a By TUMMY ACHE I thought that when USC captured the 1953-’54 CCAA gonfalon, it had relaxed a few tense nerves and the air, once hot because of the basket­ ball feud, had calmed down to a soft breeze. But there are people—stubborn peo­ ple—who just won't accept defeat and for them, the CCAA decision smells. They opine that the whole darned thing was rigged and somebody got a raw deal. What exactly happened in the meet­ ing? We don't know. The people don't know. Only the CCAA board members know. Only the school rep­ resentatives know. They ought to. (Continued Brainwork. I Basketball is a game of wits. If you're a genius you can't lose. If you are just so-so, your goose is cooked. It's fun to match wits with the enemy—if you've got what it takes. A lot of situations develop in a game that don't come out in practice scrimmages. Then one uses his head. Common sense and wise judgment count much and those are things which the coach can't hand out to you on or off the field. The UV-USC clash called for brain work, much of it. The War­ riors had to dish out plenty of that because of two things: they were relatively underdogs pitted against the UV powerhouse; and they were greatly handicapped in height and speed. But what the Warriors lack­ ed they made up with superior scoring ability and set plays. Scor­ ing ace Vicente Dionaldo blistered the cords with his long heaves from the sides and carpet shots from the foul throw lanes. Break­ ing through the defenses became easy for the Warriors. Meanwhile the "floating zone" defense applied by the Carolinians created a marked effect on the decreasing speed of the Lan­ cers. UV sat pretty only on the first two cantos of the game. The rest of the frames were taken over by the War­ riors. Score by quarters: 10-11 (UV); 18-19 (UV); 34-33 (USC); 50-44 (USC). The story of this game needs elaboration. This was one of the most important games played by the Warriors. The dunking of the Lancers made the Warriors cage leader in the first round. The advan­ tages of being first round champion were immense. The chances of being CCAA cham­ pion were fat for the Green and Gold. Two games more, then the title! Team Spirit. The importance of team spirit stands on even keel with the other first-rate qualities. The stubborn will to fight even if the odds are up can work (Continued on page J6) DECEMBER, 1953 Page 23 A Short VT«iy To Truth phemous attack by a Protestant minister, a known brilliant lawyer asked: "Why are you speaking lor only the Roman Catholic Church? All religions are the same. There is no line ol distinction. Be free instead to think that they are so." In our country today there is no other error so misleading than the belief that all "Christian religions" are the same. The philosophy is of those who, despite their smattering knowledge of religion, venture to make conclusions on the subject at which they claim to be masters. They call themselves "libre pensadores" (free thinkers). It is indeed disheartening to note that this teaching of the free thinkers invades not only the man in the street but also our youth in many of the non-sectarian schools. ■This article is a special address to the "libre pensadores" and those who do not now subscribe to the Catholic Church but are sincere in their quest for the truth. Truth is one and indivisible. If the answer to a mathematical prob­ lem is ten, the truth is that there is Ly MARCELO BACALSO • only one answer, ten—definitely and absolutely. It cannot be other­ wise. There is no such thing as an ab­ solute freedom to think as a "libre pensador" takes it. Can he be free to think that two plus two equals five? No, because an already es­ tablished law binds him to main­ tain that two and two equals four. A free thinker is not free to think that man eats with his nose. He would otherwise be violating an es­ tablished biological rule. That is the only one truth! In the same manner, all reli­ gions claiming to be of Christ can­ not all be true religions. There must be only one. Christ established only one church to guide men in their way to eternal life. Speaking to Peter our Lord said: "Thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build my Church and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it. I will give unto thee the keys of the kingdom of heaven, and whatever thou shalt bind on earth shall be bound in heaven, and whatsoever thou shall loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven". (Matt. 16:18-19) Christ was to found His Church on Peter (Rock) to mean indestructibility— an impregnable institution all-pow­ erful over all persecutions and the forces of evil. This Our Lord inti­ mated in the minds of His apostles before His ascension: "Behold I am with you all days even to the con­ summation of the world." (Matt. 28:20). That Church ol Christ must be infallible for the Holy Ghost dwells in it as the moving spirit of truth (John 14:16). It is absolutely free from errors and preserved from the forces of evil for Christ God wills it to be so; hence, Paul in the name of infallibility writes to Timothy: "... the church is the pillar and ground of truth (Timothy 3:15)." Where is that only one, true, indestructible, infallible church of ^/Kan., Note the unfeeling tongue disparage the torpid flesh to unceasing torment unglorified by the sneer of your insentient veins .. . Hear the sea lament the exile ol moribund flesh, fainting with dawn to unknown dimension, like flotsam sailing on and on against the unchartered seas .... Slowly, with an iota of hope I surge upon the, ebon waves of your tresses, still unremembered by the kiss now concealed by another's kiss ... That is me — the torpid flesh, cleaving into pulseless fragments: a curse to your sight, without hope, without faith, without love . . . 1 the flesh, groaning under the weight of mud unbeating — dead. Dead? We do not die, we merely change! Here, in this mossy mound consigned my bones whitened by time: coming, passing, gone........ Christ? anyone in the sincere quest of truth may ask. How do we dis­ tinguish Her from the multitude of churches claiming to be of Christ? The Church of Christ today and forever can validate her claim of authenticity by clearly tracing 'her history back to the apostles and the Divine Founder. She must be able to show that her foundation is upon Peter and that she has been indes­ tructible. And any church, denom­ ination, sect or group of worship­ pers that lacks this requisite of his­ toricity is not Christ's Church; and hence, a fake, a counterfeit, a de­ ceiver. (Continued on page 33) Page 24 THE CAROLINIAN TWO OF A KIND by BUDDY K. TORIO i left you and a world of paste and tinsel broke into spasms .of undisguised joy. when i came back to claim a world — yours and also mine - - i found you in hiccups of merry stupor . . . drinking toasts to my weakness. DECEMBER, 1953 1’age 2'. BASKETBALL... No Job For A Softie By Royrino Morales Skipper, 1953 Varsity Team as told Io Buddy Q. ^k/^/<HEN you get thrown into the real rough-and-hustle kind of a basketball game, you have, to be sure, no disposition for clowning on the hardcourt. You have to think up every con­ ceivable trick that you can find in and out of the book. For a fact, that’s exactly just what your opponents are doing and it's either you or they ending up at the losing tip of the bargain. A tough and tricky opponent can give you more nightmares than Boris Karloff can sling out in two soiid hours of a shrieking horror movie. Well, I've come across many tough customers in the CCAA espe­ cially from the SWC Commandos and the UV Lancers but we managed to come out victorious and in one happy piece. But let me tell you something about basketball the way it had caught my fancy. Many young men hold a strong, even if secret, yen for the spheroid. Most any young fellow likes to picture himself in a gruelling cage game under the lights and amidst the din of screams and whistles. That's an open secret. And the paying customers do not fork over their earnings and savings to see a warm-up or a comedy presentation. They want — to be almost realistic — blood! Well, one doesn't get around to be a sensation at the drop of a toothpick, it needs a great deal legwork and patience and stamina to become an athlete. 1 have undergone a lot of practice myself — I bolt from bed early mornings and do a "skipping rope," and fashion the leather in my hands and take cracks at the hoop to improve on my shooting. All these 1 have done and 1 can t say that I am good enough. When you fall in love with basketball, you fall in love hard and you go with it all along the way. But don't get the idea it's all practice. The practice is an insignificant rung. The real test lies in your ability to take a good grip on your nerves when the going gets rough. It's hard to maintain equanimity when you are pressed for time and you are trailing by half a dozen points. You'll probably read about our championship game with the USP Panthers in Tommy's write-up and 1 can say it was one hell of a thrilling game. Now, bring this with you. Even if victorious, no player in his unharrassed moment would like to emerge from a game with a couple of sunken ribs or swollen lips. That's a very high prize for victory. I've often hear people say that I am stage-acting when I roll or do a flat job on the floor during a game. As honestly as I can tell you, that's no theatrical stuff. Most of the time, I get assigned as a sentinel over a towering, grim-looking player and brother! I get cold in the inside just thinking how he can easily break my cartilages with one funny shove. I get to use my bounce when I can't afford to block, which is foul anyway. Everytime a man like this leans on my side, what else should I do? Scare him? Brother, I’ll give you my bottom cent to do the proposition. He is running mad at five horse-powers and I am plain clear on his highway and his predatory instinct are bulging from his muscles. The moment he comes within caressing distance — poof! — 1 do a barrel act and thereby avoid a hospital sickbed. I don't mind if people say it's pure grease-paint attempt. Let them shout their tongues out. I'll stick to my code. The fans can also get you all fractured if you don't have the right amount of patience. They hiss and they howl and generally steam off a lot of calories over muffed attempts at a marker. It's all in the game. And sometimes, too, the ref gets his share of the brickbats when his decision do not jell. It's s.o.p. and you've got to put up with it or you get an untimely shower. (Continued »» paye 27) Otte? Tm lost . . . Tm happy . . . This cool night — ■ . . insanity supreme! This emptiness I feel . . . I'm singing! Noise! . . . maddening . . . I hear the merry bells . . . God! — my hungry■ soul! I approach . . . Take me - - Mr. Christmas! —a. p. awitan, jr. (Edit. Note:—Mr. Salcedo Castillo request­ ed space for this and we think he's got something there.) If your dentist failed to do a good job on your upper incissors, try repealing these tongue twisters three times rapidly! Amidst the mists and coldest frosts, With barest wrists and stoutest boasts. He thrust his fists against the posts And still insists he sees the ghosts. Or this: She stood on the balcony, inex­ plicably mimicking him hiccuping and amicably welcoming him in. Page 26 THE CAROLINIAN S H ! I F s jK(L<2f ''d-ia.coJLi ^Qottzalks Corps Ex-O and Adjutant Sponsor Adding more glimmer and luster to the already star-studded firmament of the USC Corps 0/ Sponsors is Miss Araceli Gonzales, a saucy, breezy senior in the College 0/ Pharmacy who was recently designated Corps Ex-O and Adjutant sponsor to team up with Cdt. Lt. Col. Marcelo Bernardo, Ini. President 0/ the Omicron Chapter and a student 0/ no little ability, Miss Gonzales occupies a tier in student activities which has been tailored lor her varied talents. She is a popular figure in campus affairs and has constantly identified herself with charity drives under the auspices of the university sororities. Miss Gonzales has a flair for reading books and seeing an exceptionally good movie. Entirely un­ affected in her manners, she has won a host of friends with her infectious and heady personality. Miss Gonzales was easily the best choice for one of the coveted position in the ROTC hierarchy. She hails from Danao, Cebu. — bq (Continued from page 26) If you are the scarey sort of a fellow next door, chances are that, when the whistles assail your ears and the people howl into your molars, you'll surrender your green and gold to the coach and decide to do anything — even joining a sewing club — anything, but let basketball go take a sponge bath! On the other side of the shilling, if you make the grade, you are in for moments of mixed joy and disillusionment. It's no secret that you get handshakes and backpats when you win or lose gloriously. But when you become the underdog, you have to brace up against the reverses to which the vanquished are consigned. All spilled, it can be safely said that basketball is not the job for dandies with cold feet. You must have the spunks. Sy ‘Detidefuo. A. JLndA ROTC ^£ke ^/eaz s (Zotps Sx-CZ *z=4nd ^4-^jutant Our Corps Ex-O and Adjutant for this year is a dark, snappy war­ rior and if we may use a little bit of movie jargon, one with a "fog­ horn voice." We find him in the person of Cdt. Lt. Col. Marcelo Beinardo, Inf. Although he confesses a great ambition to become a suc­ cessful businessman, he possesses impressive and distinct qualities in leadership which has earned for him the high position in the Corps which he presently occupies. This year's adjutant who started as a buck private in the basic course saw his star rise gradually in the course of his training. Top brass of the UST ROTC department did not fail to notice the potentialities of cadet Bernardo and accordingly, he was promoted to S/'Sgt. during his second year basic course, 19511952. He made a splendid record in the department and was later on promoted again to the rank of 1st Lt. and platoon leader in the first year of his advanced course. When the call was sounded out for the summer camp training, he volun­ teered to join the batch of Caroli­ nians who were shipped to Ft. Wm McKinley. Again, his exemplary conduct and behaviour in the gruel­ ing military stint gave him a ticket to a higher rank when he was made S/'Sgt. and was given command of the 3rd squad, 1st Platoon of "Char­ ley" Battery in the ATU. Cadet Lt. Col. Marcelo Bernardo was graduated from high school PMT with the rank of Captain and he hails from Tina-an, Naga, Cebu. More power to him. - bq DECEMBER, 1953 Page 27 USC News... USC News... USC News... • STORY UPON A PRAYER The chorus of angels sang hal­ lelujahs, the skies blazed with a big star, and the shepherds knelt and prayed, for The Redeemer was born in the blessed town of Beth­ lehem. It was decreed by the emperor Augustus that citizens should be taxed; and Joseph, being of David's clan and family, came up from Na­ zareth, in Galilee, to David's city in Judea, the city called Bethlehem, to register his name there. Joseph took with him his spouse Mary who was then with a child. No Room. She felt that the Holy Infant was coming but there was no room for them in the inn. So she brought forth her Son in a manger, with a crib for a bed and swaddling clothes to keep Him warm, amidst the bleating of the cattle and the Joyful hallelujahs ol angels. In the same country, shepherds were awake, keeping vigil over their flocks. Out of the clear sky appeared an angel of the Lord and the shepherds were stricken with fear. But the angel quieted them down saying; Do not be afraid; be­ hold, the news I bring you is good news of a great rejoicing for the whole people. On this day is born to you a Saviour, who is Christ the Lord, in the city of David. This is the sign by which you are to know him; you will find a child still in swaddling clothes, lying in a man­ ger. As the angel turned to the sky, a great star shone. Above, a heav­ enly army appeared at the angel's side, giving praise to God, and say­ ing, Glory to God in the highest and peace on earth to men of good­ will. The Mother. When the angels had gone, the shepherds hurried to Bethlehem (Bethlehem's ancient name was Beit Lahm, meaning "house of bread"), where they found Mary and Joseph, and the In­ fant Jesus lying in the manger. See­ ing the truth, they were amazed that the Saviour was bom in the little town of Bethlehem. So the shepherds sang of the Word that came to pass. All that heard it wondered deep and long; but Mary lodged her thoughts deep in her heart. She was pondering. • STILL, THEY COME BACK A happy throng of students trouped back to dear old, U.S.C. after a restful, two-week vacation. The thousands that came were mainly old students with an sprink­ ling of many new faces. Enrolment was heavy in all col­ leges, with some departments re­ porting increases (Pharmacy, Nur­ sing). Classes, however, hit a oneweek snag. The reason for this was attributed to the students' preoccu-’ pation with politics. A Thin Slice. True to form, the over-all enrolment took the tradi­ tional slight dive. University au­ thorities expressed no alarm and termed the decrease "very negli­ gible compared to last year's sec­ ond term." On-the-spot observations point to the popularity of newly-born so­ rorities and clubs among girls. The new champion basketball eagers are subjects of dreamy conjectures from starry-eyed coeds, according to the U.S.C. drugstore grapevine. While the gals are outsmarting each other in the hottest fashion fads, the men's sartorial taste seem to be at status quo save for the cowpoke's style which some screw­ balls have adopted. A survey show­ ed that not a few returned as newly-annointed political protegees, others returned lame from political defeat; and still others trekked back to count their remaining days of bachelorhood, having arranged to relinquish that status via a band on some doll's third-finger-left. On the academic side, a grow­ ing seriousness of students in their studies was observed despite the anticipation of December. Less ab­ sences were registered while Philo­ sophy classes, especially under Fr. Wrocklage, are exceptionally large. No one seems to be missing reli­ gion classes which registered big enrolments. The Carolinian added a new note of seriousness when it encouraged the publication of ar­ ticles with a seriousness vein, car­ rying importance to scholars and researchers. The over-all picture seem to boil down to a few graphic facts: jun­ iors engrossed in their books, sen­ iors hamering out the last remain­ ing units, student-teachers daring the critic's eye in a practice class, student leaders talking of Christ­ mas plans, and candidates for gra­ duation filling out application blanks. • STUDENT CATHOLIC ACTION LAUNCHED The Dream. It was the dream of the church hierarchy to see the Catholic students organized into a strong, cohesive body of Catholic Actionists. This dream recently neared reality when a strong stud­ ent group geared their effort for the organization of the Student Catho­ lic Action. Tentative plans have already been laid out, reliable sources in­ timated. The second week of Dec­ ember is set as the target date of organization and the full-scale launching of activities. It may be recalled that the acute need of a strong Catholic student aggrupation has long been felt. The need became more critical when it was observed that the forces against Christ were intensifying their ef­ forts. Seeing the need of a counter­ force to offset the efforts of the anti-Christ group, the Archbishop gave his blessings to the proposed Student Catholic Action, unofficial sources revealed. BARTOLOME C. DE CASTRO News Editor The Forerunners. Several months before, and even as early as last year. Catholic Action leaders from Manila, among them Fr. Bustos and Fr. Martens, came to Cebu to orient the local student leaders with the working of the SCA. During the convention of Cath­ olic Actionists last year, the need of Student catholic groups was stressed by Atty. "Soc" Rodrigo, Catholic Action President, and by Fr. Martens, national director of the SCA. Last semester, Fr. Mar­ tens and Fr. Bustos, head of the Propagation of Faith, paid separate visits to Cebu to spread the SCA network all over the Philippines. It was not until the first par.t of this semester that a strong group of student leaders picked up the idea. Invitations will soon be is­ sued to Catholic student leaders in all schools in Cebu, it was learned. Fr. Bernard Wrocklage, "spark plug' of the said student group, pinned high hopes on the success of this project. • A BOSS TAKES EXIT It seems that when Poesy grabPage 28 THE CAROLINIAN USC News..._ _ _ _ _ USC News..._ _ _ _ _ USC News... bed Nap Rama from the editorial chair, late willed the chair to learn­ ed Emilio B. Aller. And alter carv­ ing out a niche for himself, Aller kicked the doors open for an State­ side fling across the shark's way. Meanwhile, a soft-talking, hand­ some newsshawk was edging his way to the prized editorial chair. The new editor answers to the name: Jesus Vestil, alias Jake Verle. 'Good' Record. The outgoing editor, Mr. Aller, tucked a U.S. (government) travel grant under an arm when he bow­ ed out. Posing awhile, we recall that Mr. Aller started his star-stud­ ded writing career by writing poems as early as his high school days in the City High School be­ fore the war. When he came to the then Colegio de San Carlos, he passed with flying colors the com­ petitive examinations and got the literary editorship. War came and during his stint with the U.S. Navy, he had all the time for himself poIGNACIO SALGADO. JR. VICTORIA PARAS Assistants lishing his pen. Back to San Car­ los U after the war, he chanced to meet Nap Rama, editor then of the Carolinian. He added one more feather to his cap when he was chosen associate editor, later ma­ naging editor, and ultimately, edi­ tor-in-chief. The ’Old' & 'New' When Aller cleared his desk and bade goodbye to his colleagues, he left behind him a brilliant record as editor. He expressed the view that the Carolinian is the "printed thought of Carolinian students." He added, "as such, it falls upon every Carolinian to uphold and maintain its prestige!" When queried about his new plans, the new boss gave a naugh­ ty twinkle of his eye and said: "Wait till you see this issue." Another attempt to dig into his journalistic past was met by a curt, "No comment. Period." • RECTOR’S AND FACULTY DAY OBSERVED The Busy Bees. Last November 22nd, from early 6:00 a.m. to midnight, Dr. Fortuna­ to Rodil, Faculty Club Prexy, was a veritable livewire of bustling ac­ tivity, scurrying here and there. On that day, the Rector's and Faculty Day, the faculty club wrote a bril­ liant chapter in the history of San Carlos U. Every faculty member, years hence, shall remember that day with a sweet tear of longing. It shall bring back the moments when they came down their Olympian heights, when they laughed and played to their hearts' content, and danced a step or two on the moonlight qua­ drangle. More vignettes of memo­ ry shall come to mind: the stirring pep talk of Miss Rodil, the proud beam of the Rector when he re­ ceived a lei, the surprise numbers and dance in the "Ball Masque", the colorful costume parade, the rustic and Mexican dance sequences, the basketball tournaments of the bigbellied boys, and the blossoming of many unknown beauties within the ranks of the Faculty Club. The Program. The general program kicked off a good start with a 6:00 a.m. Mass attended by representatives from all Catholic schools, with Fr. Rector as the celebrant. A breakfast fol­ lowed. By 8:30 a.m. rain came but the faculty revelers weren't at an standstill. The interesting apple­ eating contest, the "Journey to Jeru­ salem" and other games were play­ ed. As the clock struck 5:00 p.m., a big crowd had already gathered in the quadrangle and the muchheralded literary-musical program started. The dance and the one-act play furnished the piece de resistance for the evening. The nimble-footed "Bulaklakan" dancers (elem. dept.) met the approval of many. "Surtido," a dance by the collegiate fa­ culty members, drew a thunderous applause from the audience. (While Mrs. Valenzuela danced her way to the hearts of everybody, Dr. Solon did a neat job of gymnastics.) A pageant presented by the Col­ lege of Pharmacy was distinctive in its impeccable and reserve taste. "Fiesta Mejicana," danced by our hip-swaying misses in the faculty, was an eyeful of beautiful lady teachers metamorphosed to lovely "Mexicanas". "Los Bailes de Ayer," choreo­ graphed and directed by Atty. Au­ relio Fernandez, had the Maria Cla­ ra touch. A string ensemble pre­ pared by the music department was a delight to music lovers, while the Squire Dance had all the joyful, carefree spirit of the American country folks. But what stole the show was the breath-taking "Fan­ dango Sa Haw" danced by Mrs. G. Cabahug and Mr. Rizal Ortega. As the curtains opened for the one-act play, "Movie Artists" by Wilfredo Ma. Guerrero, the au­ dience was in rasp attention, brok­ en only by the spontaneous succes­ sion of laughter and applause. The cast included Mrs. Bernardita Va­ lenzuela as Virginia; Miss Fortunato Rodil as Dona Felipa; Mrs. Rosario de Veyra as Aurita, the maid; Miss Leonor Borromeo as Luisa; Mrs. Pi­ lar Ortega as Doha Pilut; Mrs. Avelina Gil; as Doha Rosaura; and Miss Elisa Ortiz as Cicilia. Curtain Down. After the program, the wearied faculty members heartily ate their sumptuous dinner. At 9:00 p.m., the "Ball Masque" began featuring surprise songs, numbers and dance. Emceed by C. Faigao, a costume parade was presented. At 11:30 p.m., the Rector topped it off with the awarding of prizes to winners in the various tournaments, games, and costume contest. At the strike of twelve midnight, Miss Rodil and her happy but tired bunch of re­ velers called it a day. • USC GRABS FIRST BERTH AGAIN USC recently tucked another feather on her cap when, accord­ ing to a bulletin issued by the Bu­ reau of Public Schools, it was learned that the University ol San Carlos ranked first of all private schools in the city and province of Cebu in the latest National Teach­ ers' test. USC has maintained this lead, first place, for the last three years, Mr. Jose V. Arias, USC Re­ gistrar revealed. • MASTERS ALL It is seldom that one arrives at a point of satiety for knowledge. But the students that ever get with­ in smelling distance to that apex of scholarly satisfaction are the stud­ ents in the Post Graduate School. Recently two became masters in English and another two became DECEMBER, 1953 Page 29 USC News... USC News... USC Hews... masters in Education. Catalina Manlosa Bucad, M.A. in English, wrote a paper on "The Elements ol Joy and Melancholy in the Cebuano Vernacular Litera­ ture", while Carmen F. Rodil choosed the subject, "The Characters in the Short Stories of Estrella Allon Rivera." Matilde L. Garcia, M.A. in Edu­ cation, gale a "Comparative Study ol the Adult Education Programs in the Philippines, the United States, China, Thailand, Indonesia, and Pakistan". Eustacia S. Savellon, another M.A. in Education, made a "Study of the Methods of Teaching, Student Interests, and Teachers' Problems in the Teaching of Biology in Nineteen High Schools in the Province and City of Cebu." • CATECHISTS FILL BIG ORDER It seems that no other student group furnished the ready answer to the need of religious instruction in public schools than the assiduous group of forty hardworking USC catechists, who are instructing fif­ teen hundred Abellana high school students the rudiments of the Cath­ olic faith, school authorities pointed out. The catechists started the reli­ gious instruction last August, under the direct supervision of Rev. Fr. E. Schoenig, Dean of Religion, and Rev. Fr. B. Wrocklage, Regent of Law. Some USC faculty members are helping supervise the student­ catechists. A plant to orient the catechists with the proper methods of teaching is afoot. • THE RECTOR ON DISCIPLINE Rev. Fr. Albert V. Gansewinkel, USC Rector, recently served a stern reminder to all deans and regents of the University regarding the pro­ per enforcement of discipline within the campus. The illuminating memorandum follows in full: ”1. Meetings. During class hours there should be meetings, i.e. no student should miss class for the sake of a meeting. This holds true also for games." "2. Publications. As far as you can, help please to enforce the rule: 'Students need the permission of the Rector of the University for publications! (Catalogue, p. 16 (IV, 5) For the Carolinian we left this Page 30 matter to the Moderator, but of late there were several articles in the local papers—today even two pic­ tures—for which no permission had been secured (and the consequen­ ces for one of the writers are rather disagreeable). "3. Parties. According to our Catalogue p. 16 the permission of the respective deans and of the Secretary General is required for parties outside the school. Kindly enforce the rules about contribu­ tions and especially about alcoho­ lic drinks. "Whenever a party is scheduled, I should like to be informed about it. "Due to special reasons and cir­ cumstances no dances should be al­ lowed without the explicit approv­ al of the Rector. In compliance with the orders of our ecclesiastical su­ periors we do not encourage dan­ ces. This year we hesitatingly to­ lerated two, others were held with­ out permission." • A SAVANT RETURNS Rev. Fr. Rudolph Rahmann, Dean of the Graduate School, re­ cently arrived from Manila after at­ tending the first week of Eight Pa­ cific Science Congress and the Fourth Far Eastern Prehistory Con­ gress in Manila. He attended the session from November 16 to the 21st. At the anthropology and linguis­ tics section where he attended ses­ sions, he read a valuable and in­ formative paper: “Shamanistic Phe­ nomena in North and Middle In­ dia." The 13-page paper was a sort of a condensation of the study he is undertaking on the subject. The purpose of the study is to con­ tribute to the elucidation of the re­ ligious history of India. • LIBERAL ARTS COED DECLAIMS “SYMPTOM” In the annual declamation con­ test sponsored by the seniors of the College of Education held last September 27th, at the USC qua­ drangle, Miss Delia Saguin, Liberal Arts coed, romped away with the Knights of Columbus Gold Medal with her declamation of Jerome K. Jerome's "Symptoms." Miss Norma Fradejas, a pert Commerce student, ranked a close second with her declamation of "The Face Upon the Floor," to cop the silver medal donated by Mon­ signor Lino Gonzaga, Bishop of Leyte. The bronze medal donated by Monsignor Esteban Montecillo, Vicar General of Cebu, went to Miss Antonia Villarino of the Secretarial Department, also of the College of Commerce. Other participants were: Miss Dulce Kintanar, Miss Paquita Batucan, Mrs. Jimina Aurelio, Miss Socorro Riveral, Miss Victoria Pa­ ras, and Miss Concepcion Jakosalem. Rev. Merlin A. Rhiebault of the Society of Jesus headed the panel of judges with Miss Teodora Minoza, M.A. and Atty. Floro Bautista, as members. • P. E. F IELD DEMONSTRATION In a display of superb grace and beauty, the coeds of the Physical Education department wowed the crowd at a physical education de­ monstration held at the University Quadrangle last October 3. The demonstration was directed by Misses Miguela Martin and C. ViUamor, and participated in by stu­ dents taking physical education in­ struction. Among the best numbers shown were, namely: Doll Dance, Red Ri­ ver Valley, Meditation, Ring and Rhythymics, Indian Clubs, Mexican Hat Dance and Andardi. • H. E. MARDI GRAS The Home Economics depart­ ment has always stood in the side­ lines. Yet last September 13th, they hugged the limelight of fashion when they displayed a varied, glit. . . You never would have Known . . . USC News USC News USC News... tering array of fashions worn by nearly all people from different lands. Students and even faculty members, posed like seasoned mo­ dels, it was observed. Heading the list was Home Eco­ nomics Dean, Caroline Hotchkiss Gonzalez, who portrayed the native manobo with tatto and trinkets. Mrs. Dris, wore a well-tailored American sports dress while Madge Martin, Physical Education boss, displayed a striking Hawaiian out­ fit. Mrs. Marcelina Falcon donned the habilements of a married Igorot woman; Loly Batto struck a striking resemblance with a Korean Chinese kimono; Mrs. Pilar Ortega gave ah apt interpretation of the "modernized" clothes of a mischiev­ ous teen-ager. Mrs. Polly Ann de Veyra put on a sea-devil robe; Asun Brigaudit decked herself with the trappings of an unmarried Igorot woman; Lovely Andring Pasco was just about the exact counterpart of a dreamy-eyed Japanese Geisha; Mrs. Avelina Gil discovered a delightful gypsy robe; Carmencita Villamor was an interesting replica of a hillybilly siren; Mrs. Cora Ceniza evok­ ed everybody's imagination of tro­ pic nights, swaying palms and ro­ mantic moonlights with her Mexi­ can creation; Mrs. Bering Valenzue­ la was a beautiful reincarnation of a daisy-like French lady; and Mr. and Mrs. Ordona furnished the fit­ ting clincher with an Ibarra-andMaria-Clara combination. The Fashion show winners, with their corresponding costumes, were, viz: first, Miss Constancia de la Pe­ Mardl gras... 1 — and how they did It. na, Negro boy; second, Mrs. Estre­ lla Canceko, Dutch girl; third, Miss Rosario Reyes, pirate; and fourth. Miss Carolina Orbe, Mora. • THIS TIME IT’S RAFFLES FROM THE PHARMERS Bright idea. To replenish the depleted cof­ fers of the Pharmacy Revolving Fund, Rev. Fr. Robert Hoeppener, S.V.D., Pharmacy Regent, cooked up a bright idea: hold raffles on December when the pocketbook of many are fat. The proceeds from the affair will be used to finance the studies of a scholar, it was learned. The raffles will be held in con­ junction with the traditional Christ­ mas Program. Valuable prizes at stake are the following: sala-set, dinner set, parker fountain pen set, suitcase, pingpong set, and three consolation prizes. Heavy buying of tickets was ob­ served by the Regent's office, it was noted. Pharmacy students are redoubling their efforts to sell as many tickets as possible. • CASE OF MISTAKEN IDENTITY ‘False Colors.' A regretful letter from the Phil­ ippine Pharmaceutical Association jolted the proud Omicron members to the sad reality that they were "sailing under false color." And as if it was not enough, the chatty Pharmacist Weekly had the temer­ ity to headline this messy case of mistaken identity. The USC junior chapter, it was recently learned, got the wrong tag due to a clerical error in one of the PPA letters which wrongly changed the then USC PI chapter to Omicron. The inci­ dent, however, was brushed aside by the handsome Regent with a slight brow-puckering. Meanwhile, it was learned that three Phar­ macy students, namely, Miss Lourdes Mendoza, Miss Cecilia, Rosales and Mrs. Felicisima Tanudtanud, graduated last October 17. They are now taking the re­ view course to be ready for the board exams in January. The Pharmacist Weekly also revealed that manufacturing, a course offered for the first time by the College of Pharmacy, are catch­ ing the Pharmers' fancy. The class itinerary includes visits to the dif­ ferent medical laboratories and to the various big plants in the city and some cultural field trips. • ‘CATHOLIC THOUGHT? DISPLAY On the morning of November 27 library frequenters were delight­ ed to find a well-selected and ex­ pertly-arranged display of the best books that ever came from the pen of ancient saints down to the mod­ ern day Catholic writers. ‘The Stream*. The display, proudly termed "The Stream of Catholic Thought", centered on the theme of Catholic­ ism. It included some of the rarest collections of the USC library and a large number of new books writ­ ten by Catholic writers and philo­ sophers of the present era. The brilliant works of such renowned writers as Aquinas, Newman, Sheen, Gibbons, Dryden, Dante, Shake­ speare, Belloc, Chesterton and a host of others were prominently ex­ hibited. The exhibit was made in con­ junction with the celebration of the National Book Week. The books were grouped into the following di­ visions, viz: Lives of Saints, Convent Stories, Catholic Literary Writing, Catholic Church and the World, Catholic Philosophers, Works of the Holy Fathers, Biography of Saints, Popes and Missionaries, Christian and Worship Liturgy, Fathers of Church, St. Thomas Aquinas and other Medieval Writers, Blessed Virgin Mary, Holy Bible, and Jesus Christ and Catholic references. Close to four hundred books were displayed on eight tables conspicu­ ously placed in the center of the library. Miss Viviera and the library staff who were instrumental in putting up the exhibit expressed satisfac­ tion on the interest evinced by the students who visited the eight-table display. • ‘CHRISTMAS JAMBOREE’ PLANNED A Novelty. The College of Com­ merce will give a twist of novelty Page 31 Rev. Fr. Schoenig receiving specimen donations to him by members of the newly formed USC Zoological Society. To his left, Mrs. P. Pages, adviser. in campus Christmas celebration when they will sponsor a "Christ­ mas Jamboree" participated in by seven Commerce organizations and clubs, Mr. Alfredo Vega, JCC Pres­ ident, revealed. The "jamboree" will start with a lantern parade around the San Car­ los block, ending up in the USC quadrangle where a lantern contest will be held. A literary-musical program will follow at the foot ol a giant Christmas tree. During the program, the Commerce fraternity officers will be inducted while the Commerce seniors will received their class rings. The Commerce affair promises to be one of the best social events this season. Plans are tentatively threshed out and frequent meetings were called by the President to put on the finishing touches of their grand affair. Meanwhile, it was learned that Dr. Fortunata Rodil, Faculty Club President, and the heads of the dif­ ferent fraternities and sororities are planning to put up a giant Christ­ mas tree in the USC quadrangle. A committee was recently formed to take charge of this matter. USC ZOOLOGICAL SOCIETY FORMED Dept. Head Leaves for Manila by Samuel Ochotorena Through the initiative of the stu­ dent leaders of the USC Biology Department, an organization was formed which is known as the USC Zoological Society. In its meeting last July the following, were elected: President, Mr. Samuel Ochotore­ na; Vice President, Mr. Tomas Aleguiojo; Sec. Treasurer, Miss Rober­ ta Noel; PRO, Miss Aniceta Daza; Advisers: Mrs. Paulina Pages and Mr. Bienvinido Marapao. Honorary Adviser, Mr. Julian Jumalon; Honorary Member, Miss Proserpina Dejoras. Immediate steps were taken to­ wards the framing of a set of by­ laws which emphasizes education­ al and scientific aspects. A Consti­ tution to that effect was thereby en­ acted, signed by the duly elected officers. As its first activity the members of the Zoological Society made sev­ eral field trips. One of the most suc­ cessful field trips was made in the vicinity of Ormoc City around eight kilometers from the provincial road. The trip was intended for collect­ ing insects of order Lepidopter, class Insecta. Much to the surprise of the hunting party, rare specimens of butterflies and moths were found. Mr. Julian Jumalon, noted Lepidopteran collector, caught rare ones which according to him was not in his collection. Mr. Pages, too, who was with the enthusiastic collectors caught a moth whose forewings re­ semble an oblanceolate leaf. Ano­ ther specie caught by Mr. B. Mara­ pao has on the center of the dorsal side of the forewings a concentric figure resembling an owl's eye. In Guadalupe and Camp 7, an amus­ ing and attractive species of Lepidopteran were caught. Papilio daedalus, for instance were seen fly­ ing about with its natural sparkling bluish color (actually it is greenish in appearance). Two frames (24"-32") of LepiPage 32 THE CAROLINIAN doptera collection was presented to the dean, Rev. Fr. E. Schoenig thru their president. Credit for the accomplishments of the Society went to the members whose co­ operation was remarkable. The Society regrets, however, the ab­ sence of Mrs. Paulina Pages who is now attending her.classes at the University of the Philippines in Ma­ nila. She expects to return shortly. • USC WILL PLAY HOST TO MARIAN CONGRESS December will see the first gath­ ering of Legion of Mary leaders from Cebu province and the neigh­ boring provinces, it was learned from Rev. Fr. Enrique Schoenig, Dean of Religion, and Rev. Fr. Ber­ nard Wrocklage. The University of San Carlos is tentatively scheduled to be the site of the Marian Con­ gress, the same sources indicated. Legion members of USC are anxiously anticipating the Con­ gress. Plans for the welcome of congress delegates will soon be readied by the USC praesedia. The Congress is the first of its kind to be held in Cebu, it was learned. -A ShM to . . . (Continued from page 24) Our world's history manifestly shows in black and white that the Catholic Church is the only one that ; can validly claim Jesus as Her Di- > vine Founder and the only indes­ tructible institution despite the many brutal persecutions against her that have been raging throughout the centuries. St. Peter is her 1 first head and from him up to the present head, Pope Pius XII, there j have been 262 Roman Pontiffs as legitimate governors of the church in uninterrupted succession. It necessarily, therefore, adds up that the Catholic Church is the very Church of Christ. This is a colossal truth which no anti-Cathofic or "libre pensador" can deny without criminally falsifying the re­ corded events of history. This is the Truth that those reached by Catholic teaching must kneel in submission. It is this Voice of Authority that Christ speaks about: "Who heareth you, heareth me and who despiseth you despiseth me." | I o o o OOP o o While Herbie is back to bam­ boozle Alex, Charlie will slip back behind the eight ball — on the drugstore corner. Anyway, the election is over and we're all just to glad about its outcome, except, maybe, the losers. Christmas, air smells so thick that everywhere you turn, you catch a scent of it. It must be the "spirit" that goes with it (and with it, too ... a "Scrooge"). Some smart alecs must've sent their greetings already — Christmas cards they bought from a big bargain sale . . . and the previous years' left over! Say, Herbie, did you receive an­ other 5-cent X'mas card? Aw, be a sport, will you, and accept it! What would you like to have as a Christmas present from the ol' man of the house? You never thought about a television set, did you? Well, at least, not out here. We're too far out from the radius of its effectivity. Anyhow, there is no cause to envy Manilans. Just imagine, not only do we hear those gab-infested disc-jackals er, 1 mean . . . jockeys, but we'll be able to see them just as well! They ram yakitty, yak, yak, yak. . . into youi battered ears, then, when your head aches, they try to sell you some­ thing to relieve the pain — ugh! (here, take some more aspirin . . .) By the way, Delia "Campuscrats" is not. with us anymore. Ain't it sad? We'd sure miss her a lot. Now, we're minus one moider . . . oops, I mean pinchitter. She always make a clean job—leaves no evi­ dence. And boy, does she "collect" too—marked bottle crowns for mi­ niature cokes! Buddy Q. here, is not really "on da level.” He's keeping something from you. Here's the inside dope: One time, they went serenading - - picked the wrong house, giving de­ dications at that (mentioning the girls' name to the wrong girl! ). Then there was a sudden downpour, and they were literally ''singin' in the rain." Finally, the neighborhood dogs forced their retreat! I'm sorry, Bud, I spilled the beans. Hey, take it easy, we're pals, ain't we? I'm no stool pigeon .... So here "lies" Charlie who, even in "debt" Give thee all his richeth message .... Merry (hie) Christmas (hie) and a (hie) Hap . . . py New Year (hie) to all . . . er . . . true (hie) blooded Carolinians: and "Carolinian" readers all over the world! NOTE: Gosh, that wampum (kickappo juice) the' Ed gave me packs a real mule-kick. DECEMBER, 1953 Page 33 Otail *Jt (Continued from page 14) remember? — he purchased it on instalment and the payments turned out to be so auricular your're now rubbing your nose on the balance. But what happens? No shooting, whatsoever. It was too darn quiet and peaceful in that place we got ourselves stationed in. So we either went on a sit-down strike, or take a snooze and dreamed about those cute S-nurses ol "Is Eye Itch." Who was on your mind, Brutus. La Luz? La Rosita? Virgie or Betty? Ahh ... ahh .. . take it easy, Brutus. These gals can make a cadaver salad out of you. The girls in that place where we were stationed weren't so sour no, Brutus? They held out something besides sugar plantations. That's why they were very sweet to us. Haw-haw. The food was ala-Waldorf Astoria eh, Brutus? And Brutus, you're an honorable man. Once you swallowed something and smoke got in your eyes. Nepalm, you say? Don't exaggerate. That wasn't noodle soup you were slurping then, that was dishwater. They really made it delicious and tasty by spraying it with DDT and flavoring it with surplus foot powder. We are back in school. 1 teel like an old geezer ready to kick the bucket. Et tu, Brutus. Hi-Lili-Hi-Lo, Torius All Right, all Right, "the Guy" won. Now let's settle down and watch them artesian wells sprout from under the kitchen sink. Just imagine guys, Tomas Edison was considered a dunce in his class. And that's the guy who discovered something that minimizes the danger of "the touch system" in the dark. Expounding further, think ol the future inventors at the rate dunces are cropping up in our classrooms. This "crown hunting" epidemic is driving some girls nuts. Why, their sweethearts spent more time hunting crowns than pouring sweetsomething-out-of-nothing stuff into their powder-coated ears. I solved a hazardous problem. What would you do if it's vacation time and you have nothing to do at home? You have no job, no money to spend outside, no clean clothes to put on, no nothing to nothing? It would be monotonous for you to plop yourself in your rickety chair, smoke thrown-away fags or play cheese with your dogs. The solution? Pick up your Grandma’s needles and start crocheting or knitting, or do something, you good-for-nothing pickpocketeer! According to a songwriter, when you see a purple cow, you're in love. Sez who? The only time I saw a purple cow was when we had a class recitation and I was pitifully called upon by the prof. That wasn’t love, I suppose. We spent the night before legtoosing it out in a barn dance. Drat it! the way mosquitoes are running this crummy joint there wouldn't be any surplus blood left for the Blood Bank. Who said pedal-pushers are modern standard equipment for the teenagers. Even a picture of Andres Bonifacio crying at Balintawak? He was wearing one. If by the time this column comes out there’s still no Student Council, let's establish a Bando just for the sake of remembering bygone days. Merry X'mas and a happyniierous New Year to all of you! MypOMtg, By Resty Genson We said good-by quite calmly Without a tender look In Friendship I handed you my hand Smiled, while inside I choked. Life changes as night and day. So I've nothing to say I only smile and play my part; But Oh! kindly pray — My friend, give me back my heart. Mappa oCattt&te . . . (Continued from page 11) On Aevel (Continued from page 18) • Right alter election time, we had a haircut in one of this city's obscure barbershops and we got around to jawing about vote-buying at the polls and some such thing. We tried to sound out a moral crusade when the barber cleared a clogged larynx with a startling harrumph. "Boopsie!" he growled after a close snip at our scalp. "You every­ body knewed that money goes great guns. I'll swap my ballot any fine morning for ten spots." "But it's not altogether regular," we protested. At this point the barber started to carress our Adam's apple with undisguised fondness that was clammy. "Look at me, a regular barber... honest, and all I get is fifty reluctant cents for every head I'd like to bash ..." We didn't argue with him further and our girlfriend says we ve a nice haircut. (Continued on page 40) yal, supporting cog in this ever alive wheel, but, on second thought.. .) I had to search out every hue ol gratitude within me realizing that it was only their com­ plete and untainted faith and trust in me that urged them to choose me again. These are my co-cabinet ladies: Miss Lita Mausisa and Miss Alma Valencia. Exalted Sis­ ters; Miss Minnie Villamor, Most Trusted Exchequer; Miss Helen Cue and Miss Vicky Paras, Trust Exche­ quers; Miss Tita Perez, Keeper of the Records; Miss Fely Lopez, Keeper of the Keys; Miss Vic Abad and Miss Delia Saguin, PRO'S. As Honorary Sisters, we elected Mrs. Gloria Escano and Mrs. Lily Ferrreros. Once more the invitation rites. This time the old members had all the chances to make even with the neophytes with the same tricks dish­ ed out to them a year ago. Fol­ lowed the formal induction and pin­ ning ceremonies, the cocktail par­ ties, and so on and on. At present, the Kappa Lambda Sigma co-sponsors with the Phi Rho Sorority of the College of Com­ merce, a benefit symphony con­ cert. The proceeds will go to the Missions. We are also initiating an Old Clothes Drive for the poor and'the disabled. In this, we are confident to receive the full support and co­ operation of every loyal Carolinian. The Kappa Lambda Sigma sto­ ry does not end here. This is just the beginning. As time unfolds to brighter days, many more pages will be written. Perhaps every suc­ ceeding page will turn out to be more replete with memories, more beautiful and worthwhile. Page 34 THE CAROLINIAN Sink itQjn... (Continued from page 8) 0/ GteMna&fy .. . (Continued from page 8) full liberty which even transcends the stars and all the world of nature. Personality finds its fullest per­ fection when it is free. Its destiny is God. And since the personality is also rooted in the spirit which comes from God it imitates the Creator. It tends to become altruistic. Per­ sonality is the aim of existence. Let us note here that they are not two separate things. There is nothing in me which you can truly call my individuality or my person­ ality. They are two realities which exist in a being we call man. It is the same entire being which in one sense is an individual and in an­ other a person. Because of the very fact that I am a person, I seek to communicate with others, in the order of know­ ledge and love. It is essential to live in society to exercise the true free­ dom and generosity of the person. As a-conclusion we can say that the growth of personality is unli­ mited — the individuality must be pruned.________________________ 'Mtalua Ji&ia. (Desde la p&g. 89) Ma. Rosa salio del convento y al cabo de tres meses era otra vez la Ma. Rosa alegre que alegraba a todos con sus cantos. Claudia su hermana se habia casado con un Filipino que residia en America y le escribia que fuese alii. Pero Ma. Rosa se habia enamorado de un hacendero muy bueno y no acepto la invitacion. Al cabo de dos anos se verifico la boda de Ma. Rosa con el hacendero. Ma. Rosa seguia cantando en las fiestas y programas beneficos pero su voz requeria algo mejor. El esposo de Ma. Rosa que le amaba mucho decidio llevarla a Italia y alii un profesor le probo la voz y le dijo que era una voz y le , dijo que era una voz perfecta. Ma. Rosa dio en Italia varios conciertos de canto a beneficio de asilos y hospitales obteniendo triunfo tras triunfo. Despues de esto regrasaron a Filipinas y Dios les bendijo concediendoles un hijo a los dos anos de su matrimonio. Los esposos eran felices contemplando el fruto de su amor y Ma. Rosa seguia empleando el don de la voz que recibiera para gloria de Dios y beneficio de los pobres — Y vivia feliz porque' habia cumplido su verdadera vocacion. "In a deeper sense" he paused meaningfully, "Santa dwells in your heart — in the heart of all noble men. Give room for Christian charity and cheerfulness. Give room for kindness, humility, and hope. In that way, Santa lives.... and he will live forever as long as there is a noble heart that throbs." Meanwhile, on the other side ol the world, two young farm boys in Cincinnati, U.S.A., wrote a letter from their log cabins to the Time Magazine editor. They wrote: "Two years ago a group of high school boys started a campaign: to put Christ back in Christmas. We wanted to realize that Christmas is important not because it is a holiday when we send cards and exchange present — but because it is Christ's birthday. But people do not pay much attention to high school boys ... so we wrote to some of our country's leaders asking them to help us .. . When your readers send their Christmas cards this year, why not send them one showing the crib al Bethlehem? When they decorate their trees they could set up a crib under it. Then, when Christmas Day comes, they can go to church." And this simple message strikes deep into our theme to bring Christ back, not only to December, but to our life, to our soul. And to think of the noisy, hectic celebration they have in the city makes this farmer remember the disturbing, jarring sound ol a maddened cicada we often hear in the woods. ENCORE: By the way, folks, I'm glad to be back. Remember my "Sink it In?" It joined the junks last issue because I simply felt the atmosphere very stifling. Discretion being the better part of valor, we raised our lance awhile. For we were reminded of the diabolic specie of our barrister-critic and of the funny story about St. Peter: It seems that the gate broke down between heaven and hell. St. Peter looked over the damage and yelled to the devil, "Hey, Satan, it's your turn to fix the gate." "Okay then," rasped St. Peter, "I'll have to sue you for breaking the terms of our contract." "Yeah?" retorted the devil, "where are you going to lind a lawyer?" 'PEASANT WIT': Folks, if ever farming and writing go together, it's because writing a column needs the intimate and honest thoughts which characterize "peasant wit." For, far from sitting in a tower, we call the dear reader to look at our backyard and meadows. To breathe the breeze that shake the orchids at my window. To bask in the sunshine that glids our window still. Your farmer friend, Bart (Continued from page 17) become "big" tomorrow. He finds it difficult to rise in social class with poor friends, and therefore it is his "must" to mingle only with the higher-ups. These, probably, are the attitudes of the CD men Mr. Alphonse, himself, had observed. But to say that these actually happen when a man is already a degreed person is tantamount to saying that all that glitters is gold. Or has Mr. Alphonse known that not all that live in the sea are fishes? The editorial of the Quezonian (M.L.Q. Educational Institution) throws gripes and brickbats to the President of the Quezonian Central Student Council for having been indiscreet in his decision in appointing the MLQ Annual Staff. Main cause of the President's indiscreet decision is "to save his face" from cm impending embarrassment. Too bad for the whole student body and orchids for some political friends and adviser­ preferred business managers, huh! If this practice continue to exist within the blood of our leaders, what sort of social contentment can we expect? (Continued on page 37) DECEMBER, 1953 Page 35 Suehy, Qndn, A, Cfaunpton (Continued from page 23) miracles. This steel-tough timbre to dely defeat is a victory by itself. One gets admired, loved and con­ gratulated for it. But the idea of team spirit is not instilled in the minds of the players any place nor by anybody else—it's only the school that can give it to them. The hoorah-rah of the students and the pat on the shoulder by the administration. Where did the Warriors get all that fighting spirit? Anyone of us will give his right arm to the fatherly love of Rev. Fr. Bernard Wrocklage. The life of the team. The pulsating power behind the boys. The mov­ ing force that sent them out lionspirited. Without Fr. Wrocklage, the boys'll easily go plain potatoes somewhere. Take that. Let's recall the CCAA situation. Three teams were left on the Cham­ pionship round: USC, SWC, and USP. CSJ bowed out definitely. CIT withdrew because the school administration suddenly whipped out some disciplinary action on them. And, UV, for lack of com­ pliance with the CCAA require­ ments, decided to call themselves out. Their high school and college teams sat back. So, the limelight area was pro­ nounced. First off, the Warriors versus the SWC Commandos. Team combination and dynamic spirit possessed the Carolinians like jelly on a kid's fingers. It was a do or don't business. Poor shooting and a relaxed defense enable the SWC to sing a happy tune, leading by 13 points most of the time in the first three quarters. They danced the merry polka. The USC powerhouse appeared to have drained itself out of pow­ er—but the Warriors hung on, they didn't have nails in their boots and the lead wasn't a big stretch. Not much, though. Only two eagers felt themselves, Tommy and his broth­ er, Martin Echivarre. At three min­ utes to final buzzer, the SWC drib­ blers were still holding the thirteenpoint margin. The Echivarre broth­ ers worked up for lost time and there was no fouling anything. They managed to pick up to only two points behind when the clock on the wall said ten seconds before When Day Is Done. Just then a foul was called on a Commando. Evaristo Sagardui who was in bad form that evening sunk in his two charity awards. It took raw courage to dunk those two clinchers one after other. And our boy did it—did it was icy guts that singe the back of your neck. (He went to bed that night a real hero.) There was an extension of five minutes and the Commandos again took over. Another overtime was called and still the score got pasted up 42-all. Both teams made up their minds to call the game off only so the ten­ sion didn't get anybody statued in his seat. And so, a draw. Court Generalship. The play-off was similar to that of the first game. The score was OHan to. QUan (Continued from, page 23) What we can do is try to follow the Sherlock Holmes method: deduction. In our language it s guessing. We can guess, can’t we? Well, vamos a ver. The UV teams, both high school and college, are strong teams. Very strong. Now their college team was licked twice during the elimination round: first by the Southwestern Colleges, then by USC. Their high school crew came out with a clean slate in the same round. But as you have probably read in the newspapers, both teams were sud­ denly withdrawn from the CCAA race. They were supposed to have backed out on their own volition. Isn't it fun­ ny? If they have withdrawn from the race through their own free will, doesn't it sound illogical that a team should be untimely pulled out from a race when it was winning? We couldn't say the school was punishing them; that just can't be. Why, at this point, Coach Dodong Gullas has been mak­ ing trips to Manila frantically asking the PAAF to at least give them a chance to participate in the National Intercollegiates. But suppose we say they were being punished by the CCAA? Is there a possibility, Dr. Watson? And suppose we say that, for face-saving purposes, they just want the people to know that they didn't feel like playing anymore and they decided to tell the press their own version of the story? Do you think it is true? Of course, all this is purely specula­ tive. All I wanted to say and explain to the people is that with or without UV, San Carlos is, and would still have been the Champion. C-H-A-M-P-l-O-N. knotted a countless number of times and again the teeming people gnawed their teeth in anxiety over the killing suspense. In this game, court generalship emerged from all the other qualities of the Warriors. They controlled the tempo of the game although the margin was so slim that a possible error might prove fatal. But still it was the same story. The score sat rigid at 35-all in the last ten seconds. The War­ riors calmly waited for the clock to count off the last three seconds be­ fore they let the ball go look for home. Morilla got it. He executed a beautiful jump shot and the ball finally made friends with the bas­ ket. The scoreboard declared 37-35 for the Warriors amid deafening cheers and the noise of people jump­ ing wild over the unnerving result. In one corner of the court, almost unmindful of shouts that shook the rafters, a number of our boys were giving a hand to Morilla who had blacked out from cramps in his leg muscles that seized him when he made that victorious leap. Prayer and Miracle-making. In the first place, the player has got to learn to pray and pray hard. The Warriors made prayer an un­ seen ally. Before each game they huddle to one corner and say the Lord's Prayer and Hail Mary. If they won, that's because God willed it and that's what they all believe. Special masses were said for the Warriors, Fr. Wrocklage officiating. In the Championship game against the USP Panthers, a lot of prayer stood out in the heart of each Warrior. The crowd opined that it was USP’s game all through­ out—until that miracle happened. And here's how it all came to be: It was not the usual frontline five that called the turns. It was a group of fresh second-stringers who stole the show and won the cham­ pionship for the Green and Gold. Martin Echivarre, keyman; Natalio Reynes, feeder; Danilo Deen, foul­ baiter; Serafin Sestoso, rebounder; Fausto Arche, superb in the key­ hole; Rudolfo Arcelo, side-shooter; and Tony Young, Jump-shooter. These were the fight-happy lads who flew a kite on the USP strong­ hold. They combined so well that USP's lead was chopped down and (Continued on page 40) Page 36 THE CAROLINIAN Stouny (Continued from, page 35) The editorial of the Power (St. Paul's College, Leyte) extended an invitation to an unidentified somebody who allegedly made destructive criticisms of the Power. We, too, hope that somebody to have accepted the invitation and shared his talent by helping the Power, perhaps by making constructive criticisms, at least, instead of being a mysterious unprincipled critic, or else, according to the editorial, he should fall under a class of critics who think they're more capable to handle, to do, or to direct the job. Yet, they don't offer their services even it they're asked to do so. _____________ (Continued, from page 17) College students are generally taken for granted as responsible people, which they ought to be. Because, if while in college, the Musuan Torch editorial says in part, we fail to engrain in our minds that sense ol "taking into our conscience" the fullness or importance of any task — that feeling of doing any piece of job we have, “to the best of our ability" whether a superior is around or not — how could we ever expect that we shall be good, responsible leader — model young men and women in a model community someday, perhaps, when we are out there already in the field, carving out a niche in Life for our self also, in the medley of modern, hydrogen-power conscious society? These are not empty words. You preserve them, swallow them and even digest them for, eventually, yours is the promising future. Roaming around especially within the university campus during school days, we meet a lot of people who greet us with smiles. These smiles are of different kinds, says Bienvenida Abellera in the Gazette (Francisco Colleges). There is a mirthless smile that rattles the mouth downward and leaves the eyes utterly without expression. This certainly, is not a smile but an expression of disgust. We also have the naughty and mocking smile with the quizzically raised eyebrows. Lastly, we come to the genuine smile — yes, the sweetly parted lips that curve upward at the sparkle of bright eyes. And this is the smile that draws our hearts and swiftly lights the flame of our affection. This is the sweet, unselfish smile which brightens the day, lightens our burdens, and soothes our tired hearts. We can have an addendum: .... and old woman's toothless smile which, to all practical intents, is a harmless and unsuccessful dental exhibition. Hee heel A stuff on history: The cover of the October issue of the Beacon (Ateneo de Zamboanga) shows a very remarkable landmark of Zam­ boanga’s medieval history — the Fort Pilar. How did it get its name? Here's what the Beacon says: Amidst the avalanche of Moro, British, Dutch, American and Japanese attacks, this Fort has preserved the "Orgullo de Mindanao." Its success in withstanding several battles and surviving three regimes has been attributed to the power of its patroness, the Lady of Pilar, whose awe-inspiring image adorns the Fort's southern rampart. At the foot of this image a shrine has been built to which daily pilgrimages are made by pious Catholics and even by some non-Christians. Christmas time has come. It's time for reunion — to see once again our long-distant relatives, friends, God-parents and loved ones. To a child, it may be a transition from old toys to new ones; to a teen-ager, it may be the best time for movies, dances, picnics and merry-go-rounds; to petty-quarrelling sweethearts, it may be the best time to think of new settling resolutions for the coming New Year; to our old folks, it may be a mathematical thought of the probable expenditure on Christmas gifts. People vary in their concepts of Christmas. But remember you, it's more of the time for giving, than that of receiving. Our simple way of explaining it is: Christmas is a commemoration of the time our Lord, Jesus Christ, gave Himself to us. This time, our roving eye craves for beautiful sights in the dream­ land. In fact, both lids are nearly closed by now, yet, it can still wink its last, and, that means.......... wishing you a MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR. eyes away from her. "You see, I'll be here only for a short time my ship sails this noon." "B-b-but, Juanito!" she cried. "You just can't leave me like that! Why, you've been here barely ten minutes!" Her voice betrayed a tone of disgust. "I'm sorry, mother, but I'll have to leave soon. You know how it is." "Yes," she said slowly, some­ what resignedly. "I know how it is." Throughout the rest of the time lya Soling tried her best to appear as cheerful as she could, the smile on her aging face masking the gloom in her heart. When at last it came for Juanito to go, she tried hard not to betray her feigned gaiety. But, try as she would her efforts failed her. And she burst into tears. "Don't cry. Mama. Please!" Juanito pleaded. "Good-bye, son," lya Soling said between sobs. "You'll be back again, won't you?" "Yes, Mama, I will." With that he gave her a warm tender kiss on the cheek. And then, he was gone — just like that. "Almost like a dream," mur­ mured lya Soling to herself when she was alone once more, "here one moment, then gone in the twinkling of an eye.” Dejectedly she resumed her seat by the win­ dow, scanning the faces of people as they passed by in the streets. But nowhere could she find the same cheerfulness, the same gaiety, that she found there only a while ago. Everything seemed utterly empty and hollow all of a sudden. Late that afternoon there was another knock on the door. "Now, who could that be?" thought lya Soling. When she opened it she was greeted warmly by a stocky youth of about Juanito's age. He too, was in his starched khaki uni­ form.- It was Nene, Juanito's boy­ hood pal. "Why, it's you, Nene! Come in," she exclaimed in a strangely girlish delight. She felt her cheer­ fulness return at sight of him. "Have you just arrived?" "I arrived early this morning," he answered, seating himself down opposite her. "Why weren't you with Juani­ to?" she wanted to know. Nene hesitated for a moment. (Continued on page 40) DECEMBER, 1953 Page 37 Juetixh id- Wuuen (Continued from page S) people passing like inanimate ob­ jects never knowing that perhaps they were happy too? The grass has a neiv tenant now, as young as toe were. Do you still remember your rickety old porch where we used to hurl firecrackers out into the street, despite of your Grandma’s cry of protest? how you used to ring the three bells in your throat each time one of those bang­ makers happened to land just be­ fore a passing car? .... and there was a time it really did, and for a time I defended you with my hands from the angry driver, but only for a time, he knocked me off my feet and left me with a black eye and a srvollen jaw . . . and you helped me to my feet, saying how brave I was, every word easing away the pain, making firm my pride that had shied away because of my clumsiness, until I found myself thinking it was worth it............ do you remember that? And those drunk midnite carolers who wanted to sing not for money but for your smile?...............and you did, you smiled at them and all of a sudden it was Christmas all over their shiny, red faces? ............ and those midnite snacks of midnite cakes and midnite cof­ fees and words of love?............. do you remember those? Do you?..................no, of course not, hotv could you, you can’t and I’m just being a silly old goat. You have left me with half a life, knowing it shall never be one again................you have left me here to walk my life alone. Each Christmas, I find myself bewildered at the sudden rush of joy in every face.................lost among the noise and laughter that used to be all mine. I hold my hand with the other out of memory ............ out of everything that all these signifies. We shall have our Christmas again................ sit and talk and laugh together again...............and we shall not part again. Ours will go on and on and on................ We shall walk among lanes ivith a million stars beneath us spreading like net of burning dia­ monds over the earth...............we shall sit on big and hefty clouds and watch below us, this god­ given gift of Christmas and listen to their voices singing............... “Christ the saviour is bom, Christ the saviour is born”................ ’till then, Vic. Debemos Aprender El Espafiol por Bienvenida E. Ynclino EYENDO los periodicos de Manila y los locales tanto los editados en ingles como en castellano; podemos ver facilmente la importancia del idioma espanol. En primer lugar el relegar al olvido este idioma en nuestra amada Filipinos parece algo contra la logica porque todos sabemos muy bien que el espanol es lengua oficial en nuestra patria lo mismo que el ingles. Una vez lei en el Free Press que el espanol era una lengua muerta en Filipinas. Es verdad que ha perdido mucha importancia para algunos esa lengua pero ningun buen filipino puede considerarlo asf, pues nuestro heroe el Doctor Jose Rizal inmortalizo el idioma de Cer­ vantes para los filipinos, al legarnos sus obras escritas en castellano. Y si queremos comprender bien los escritos de Rizal, nuestro heroe, debemos aprender el castellano pues sabido es que todas las obras aun las mas perfectamente traducidas pierden mucho en su verdadero sentido ya que en todos los idiomas existen ciertas formas de expresion que son casi imposibles de traducir con exactitud a otras idiomas. Hace casi dos anos recuerdo que en al celebration de la semana de espanol que nuestro Muy Rdo. Padre Rector dirigiendose a nosotros en correcto castellano nos dijo que cada lengua que se posee anade una nueva personalidad al individuo. Nosotros los estudiantes que estamos especializandones en esta asignatura comprendemos ya la im­ portancia de su estudio, pues ahora podemos ya comprender lo que leemos y podemos entender tambien algunas radio difusiones en espa­ nol. El idioma de las Republicas His­ pano Americanos, es el espanol y nosotros los filipinos no debemos ignorar que en las republicas sudamericanas que nos consideran co­ mo Republica hermana por haber (UaHipUana recibido como ellas la cultura occi­ dental de la madre Espana, en esas republicas repito hay grandes requizas por explotar tanto agricolas como minerales y eso ha sido visto y comprendido por los Estados Uni­ dos, y desde el ano 1938 se desperto en Norte America el deseo, la ansia, de aprender el espanol, que les capacitara para estrechar relaciones comerciales con las re­ publicas sud-americanos; y por eso en Norte America no hay escuela ni universidad en los que no se ensene el espanol. Nuestro mismo gobierno comprendiendo que el idioma espanol siendo lengua oficial en Filipinas iba olvidandose entre la juventud aprobo la ley presentado del difunto senador D. Vicente Sotto cuya ley hace obligatoria la ensenanza en las Escuelas de Segunda Ense­ nanza en Filipinas. Y el ano pasado el Sr. Magalona logro que se aprobara el que todas las carreras que comprendan cuatro anos de estu­ dio deben tener 12 unidades en el idioma castellano. Estas dos leyes puestas en vigor han dado impulso al movimiento de los Hispanistas Filipinos para revivir en nuestra patria la lengua de Cervantes, lengua en la que se expresaron y escribieron nuestros heroes y en la que se expresan y escriben la mayorfa de nuestros prohombres. Hay algo mas todavia que debe hacernos comprender la importancia de la lengua espanola. Segun datos recogidos en Norte America y de varias estadisticas el 38 por ciento de la poblacion mundial habia el espanol. El espanol se usa en las actas y deliberaciones de las Naciones Unidas y La Santa Sede ha hecho una singularisima distincion al espanol reconociendolo como lengua oficial en el Vaticano en los asuntos de canonization y beatifi­ cation. jQue aureola mas hermosa la del idioma espanol! Ese idioma llevo a sus colonias la fe, la re­ ligion catolica, y con ella la ele­ vation moral y la cultura de occidente. Y nosotros no queremos que este lenguaje vaya a desaparecer de nuestro pais. Debemos aprender el espanol para nuestro progreso, y nuestro bienestar. jQuien sabe lo que tiene reservado el futuro para los que hablen el lenguaje espanol! Page 38 THE CAROLINIAN Necesidad de Qonocer Nuestra Uocacion . . . ARIA ROSA era la tercera hija de un matrimonio jl felicisimo que vivia en un pueblo de Negros en donde tenian una hacienda de coco y cana. Debido a ello y queriendo este matrimonio dar buena educacion a sus hijos, los tenian internos en uno de las mejores colegios de la capital de Negros. Maria Rosa entro en el internado a la edad de cinco anos, y alii, era al principio, como el juguete de las ninas mayores y tambien de las madres, que veian en la nina una lutura religiosa, porque la nueva interna demostraba gran interes en todo lo que inspira piedad y veneracion a Dios y a sus santos. Era por decirlo asi el reverso de su hermana mayor Claudia que entro de interna a los diez anos, al poco de nacer Ma. Rosa, pero nunca demostro afeccion particular por ninguna madre y aunque su conducta era irreprochable, se mostraba siempre fria y retraida con las madres a las que respetaba y apreciaba, pero con ciertas reservas. Al complir Ma. Rosa los cinco anos estaba ya Claudia terminando sus estudios y por eso decidieron los padres de Ma. Rosa que entrase de interna a tan tierna edad, para que el carino de su hermana mayor le hiciera mas llevadera la vida en el convento. Despues de un par de meses en el Colegio, era de ver lo mucho que la pequena Ma. Rosa habia conquistado y vencido en la severidad de las madres. Ma. Rosa tenia toda clase de privilegios que ella misma se habia concedido. Ella iba y venia por los pasillos del colegio charlando con una y otra madre que solia encontrar, sin temor a ser reprendida. Un dia viendo a una madre que estaba en el jardin tatareando una cancion con un papel de musica en la mano, Ma. Rosa se acerco a ella y siguiendo la tonada de la religiosa se puso en la falda de la misma diciendole con carino, "Madre me gusta tu cancion ensename a cantar como cantan las manjas." La religiosa se echo a reir y le enseno a cantar un villancico quedando sorprendida de la voz de la pequena, pues asi solian llamarla las madres. Y Ma. Rosa fue desde ese dia admitida en el coro del colegio. Por Bhaulia G. de Morales Era el dia de Noche Buena y las internas debian salir del cole­ gio despues de la "Misa del Gallo." Los padres de Claudia y Ma. Rosa habian escrito a la superiora para que permitiese que Ma. Rosa fuese a casa antes de Noche Buena, de­ bido a su corta edad, pero no fue posible convencer a la nina porque aquella noche iba a tener su "de­ but" como cantora y solista especial del Nino Jesus Los padres de las internas y las madres quedaron sorprendidos de la voz de aquella nina y al terminar la misa iba la chiquilla de brazo en brazo recibiendo las felicitaciones de todos, riendo y diciendo, |Pero si es tan bonito cantar! Claudia dijo a sus padres que aquella voz era un tesoro y no dibia dejarsele cantar a todas horas como le jejaban las madres y Ma. Rosa le dijo — Claudia eso me gus­ ta mucho y dice la Madre Rosa que Dios me ha dado y debo emplearlo para Dios. .. quiero ser monja! Todos se rieron de la ocuriencia y nadie dio importancia a las palabras de la nina. Asi pasaron los anos de su infancia y cuando llego a la adolescencia su voz iba aumentando y su gusto por el canto crecia de dia en dia. Tanto que sus padres de­ cidieron Mandarla a Italia con su hermano mayor para que alii estudiase bien el canto. Esto agrado mucho a Ma. Rosa y lo comuncio con gran emocion a su querida maestra de canto la Madre Rosa que al oirla le dijo "Eres muy nina todavia, solo tienes 15 anos; ^Fe acuerdas que cuando eras nina decias siempre 'yo seri monja y empeare mi voz para cantar las alabanzas de mi Dios? Estas palabras hicieran su efecto en el alma impresionable de Ma. Rosa y pocos dias despues les decia a sus padres que ya no sentia deseos de ir a Italia y les comunico que terminaria sus estudios y profesaria en el con­ vento de las madres que la habian educado. Todos comprendian que no era esa la verdadera vocacion de Ma. Rosa pues tenia gran aficcion al canto de opera. [Habia que verla cuando escuchaba por la radio las operas de Paris o de Londres. No obstante a pesar de todo, entre en el noviciado a los 16 anos. Los dos prineros anos fue la jovencita perdiendo poco a poco su salud, su espiritu apasionado se encontro perdido entre nuevas ma­ dres para les que no era la Ma. Rosa querida del colegio, su voca­ cion no era el convento pero ella creia que lo era y seguia consu miendose sin decir nada. Al empezar el tercer ano de noviciado el Obispo de la diocesis visito el con vento y notando la delgadez y palidez de la novicia dijo a la Madre Priora "esa joven novicia esta en ferma que dice el medico? [Enfermal nunca ha estado en la enfermeria. Monsenor, solo se que esta inapetente — Pues yo aconsejo a la Madre Priora que la haga visitor por el doctor repuso el Senor Obispo. La Madre Priora siguio el consejo y la hizo visitor por el doctor el cual ordeno en seguida que la joven novicia fuera llevada a su casa, para reponerse pues su es­ tado de anemia era tan avanzado que no podia llevar la vida reli­ giosa. Cuando Ma. Rosa oyo esto pidio que le dejasen ver al Sr. Obispo a quien la novicia le rogo y suplico que la dejasen quedar en el con­ vento que ella haria cuanto le mandasen para recobrar la salud. El Sr. Obispo con paternal ca­ rino le dijo. [No te aflijas hija mia — a Dios puedes servirle con tu voz en todas partes pero el claustro no es tu vocacion — Voy a hacerte una sola pregunta y espero que contestes a ella con toda franqueza — Te sientes feliz aqui— Ma. Rosa bajo los ojos y dijo muy bajo muy bajo, "No Monsenor esto no es para mi lo que yo creia" — Muy bien hija mia. Manana estaras en tu casa y cuidate para que pue­ des usar de tu voz para el bien de tu projemo y servicio de Dios. (Continua en la ptiyina 35) DECEMBER, 1953 Page 39 ‘ Jhe. JtebuAn On ‘Ba JjumI (Continued from, page 34) (Continued from page 37) His thin lips quivered. Finally he spoke, his eyes averted. "That's what I came here for lya Soling," he said slowly. "You see, Nito died while fighting at the Korea battle front a week or so ago. He was hit on the forehead." J-Juanito? Dead?” she stammer­ ed. "But surely you're joking, Ne­ ne. It isn't true at all. Tell me it isn't true!" Nene did not utter a word. He just cast his eyes on the floor. "Then it's-it's true!" she gasped. "But it can't be! It just can't be! It isn't possible!" she laughed hys­ terically. "Why, only this morning he ... he ..." The words chocked within her. She could not speak. A week . or so ago? No! That doesn't seem possible. It's too fantastic! Things like that don't happen. But that scar! That little round scar on his forehead! Could it be ....? A million things-were whirling madly through her brain. And she just stood there, staring blankly before her with unseeing eyes. Was it all just a nightmare? A fleeting illusion which her own mind cruelly contrived for her? No! It could not have been an illusion. Or a nightmare. It was real. And lya Soling lifted her trembling hands to her face and felt — no not only weak, stubborn tears — she felt the lingering warmth of his kiss. Juannito’s kiss. Outside a cool breeze was blow­ ing. The multi-colored paper lan­ tern swayed gently while strains of dreamy carol music drifted slowly from the house across the street. QjOSnat U. ftuMuin . . . (Continued from page 14) "Food and clothing," writes W. L. White, “in both places (the Soviet Union and the Kansas State penitentiary) are about the same, maybe a little better in Lansing. But should my Kansas friend decide that his penitentiary was not well run, and express the hope that there might be a change of wardens, he would run no danger of being shot if he were overheard by a stool pi­ geon." It's been said of us, unkindly no doubt, but truthfully nonetheless, that we're committing infractions on the conventions of grammar. Well, it's one he% of a good business we are doing too, except that it gets tough sometimes trying to hide the body of the grammatical crime from snub-nosed, beery teachers who charge us with neglecting our education. But for the lark of it, we shall pass on this classic to you: A downtown restaurant give» this instruction to all customers who have a passion for telephone tete-a-tete — "Caller are advise not to use Telephone for a long time and for love affair. . ." Well, whadd'ya know? The management, apart from "queering" the English, has also auspiciously endeavoured to expose the insidious ma­ chinations of Love which invades even a place dedicated to purely culinary services. Ah, love... hang! We serenaded the wrong house! • We distinctly remember that the Deans' Offices' were provided with telephones last semester. Matter of fact, there was a phone in Fr. Schoenig's cubbyhole where we are squatting but next time we dropped in to arrange our application for removal exams, the phone went bye-bye. • The USC Lex Circle is an immaculate, first-rate fiasco because the Prexy cannot enlist the support of the Juniors and Seniors. Of course, nobody expects it to be a successful smackeroo — not with half of the Law denizens having turned sour on the idea of receiving orders. It may be recalled that Expedito Bugarin won two times over the aging candidate preened by the Junior-Senior camp. The high-priests, however, did not like the tang of defeat and they did not particularly relish the disintegration of a tradition from you-know-when. So they tucked in their hauteur and started whipping up a campaign of disobedience. Along that line, efforts to discredit the President of the Lex .have proved successful because Bugarin cannot even get a receptive nod from the Law faculty. Beyond that lies the indestructible fact that Bugarin is a leader and a level­ headed gentleman who, if not hamstrung, will go places with the organ­ ization. Why not give the guy a chance and prove us wet? • Neighbor, what's on your mind? If you've sumpthin to say about the Carolinian, the Administration, the University policies, the campus or any danged thing you wanna make something out of, go ahead and shoot! Tell it to us and we'll give it space in this mag. Why not try writing with us, huh? Everytime the deadline's set, the editor gets a beautiful species of desperation, frisking us for articles and hoping that you too, will respond with a snowball of literary lulus. The few contributors who have given us their manuscripts are making a good job and we suttinly wish you'd follow suit. Only, please don't come up with an essay on how to mix cocktails or how to open beer bottles with school buckles. We'll do that without outside assistance. Suety a Champion further outscored by seven points which gave USC its first lead for the evening. In the last twenty seconds before final buzzer the tide turned. The Panthers raked in four points ahead. The crowd in the benches moved forward, craned their necks.. The Carolinian spectators held their breath. The Warriors worked. Then it happened. When Dionaldo failed to make good his lay-up after a perfect in­ terception, Morilla made a neat tap in and cut the lead down to a thin two points, 58-60. Dionaldo featur­ ed again when he intercepted a fa­ tal pass by Skipper Luna of the Panthers. Dionaldo lobbed the bouncer to Sagardui waiting under(Continued from page 36) basket. Sagardui succeeded. The crowd gasped for a split second then broke out with a heart-rending wow. The miracle had happened. The team made four points in the last fifteen seconds of play. The score tied at 60 with two seconds left to play. Well, the rest of the story 'glis­ tens in the crown we won. The fi­ nal tab was 66-64. Seven straight wins and a tie. And that does it. The story of a team of champion calibre. Remember this. The next guy you'll brush elbows with along the corridors could be one of the boys. He deserves a kind word. You'll know him. He's every inch a cham­ pion. Page 40 THE CAROLINIAN JKzs. 73<’tnaz2ita 73. OaHenzuella MRS. BERNARDITA B. VALENZUELA took on active hand in inspiring the inception of the USC Kappa Lambda Sigma sorority. The successes the sorority has made, and their worthwhile projects (raising funds for the Missions, old cloths donations, tencentavo drive for the poor), are largely due to the efforts of Mrs. Valenzuela, sorority brain-trust. For this, she has elicited the praise of no less a per­ sonality than the Rector. In class, she is an inspiring marm, and during her college days, she was a topnotch scholar. She graduated valedictorian from high school, and wound up his Ph. B. studies as magna cum laude in U.S.T. ATTY. CATALINO DORONIO created quite a stir last Sunday, November 3Ofh, when the first annual oratorical contest, sponsored by the Pre-Law Class Organization, took to the campus spotlight. Atty. Doronio was behind all this and we think he de­ serves a loud applause. We've always known this lawyer to be a bright one—in court, in class, at home. In fact, he has always rated fops since he first opened a book. He graduated salutatorian from the elementary grades, and magna cum laude when he obtained his A.B. degree. ------ BDC ^4ttq. C—atalUiio S^ozonio e^' ★ A translation in modern Visayan of the very popular English Prayerbook, “My MISSION BOOK” — by Fr. Sergio Alfafara, managing Editor of “Lungsuranon.” 112 pages, paper cover. Profusely illustrated. P0.35 a copy, postpaid. AKONG BASAHON SA MISYON MG A PAGPALANDONG PANGADYEON PAGTULON-AN UG MGA IMNO ALANG SA MISYON RON RETIRO ESPIRITUWAL MONS. LOUIS MORROW, D.D. CATHOL/C TRADC SCHOOL 1916 OROQUIETA, MANILA P. O. Box 2036 R. P. SERGIO R. 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