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Title: The Carolinian
Issue Date: Volume XVII (Issue No. 4) March 1954
Year: 1954
Language: English
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extracted text: Elsa Valmonfe, Rosario Teves and Ledinila Beauty, Brains. And buy yourself a MARCH 1954 The CAROLINAS I Amigable. peanut. Seated from left: Bartolome de Castro. Ariston P. Awitan Jr.. Tomas Echivarre and Nestor Morelos. ... pass the cracks and try going home in one piece. SdCtoMal Sta#: Jr. jesus dc ,o ccrn°' Cor?edo° XUW SVD°nd Jesse Vestil. Joe de la Riarte and Adolfo Cabailo. ... how can we make this thing click? □ft Gtfud Oddae: USC Salutes Miss Carolina del Mar Anything You Say ............................. Mary in the First Christian............ Physics on the Way to Religion .... Do You Know...? ............................... So You Want to be A Dancer ........ From the Greenfields ......................... Down Below, a short story ............ Nail It Down.......................................... Where Credit Is Due ......................... The Roving Eye ................................... The Jitters Burg Address .............. Student Catholic Action Takes to the High Road ............................. Sink It In ................................................ Letter To A Graduate............ ............ Villa and God .......................... '......... Martin Luther and His Followers .. On Da Level ....................................... Man to Man ......................................... From A Student’s Diary ................. ROTC Briefs ....................................... Charlie’s Corner ................................... Pictorial Section ............................. 25 Mr. Chairman, I Decline ................. USC News............................................30Alumni Chimes ......................... Filipino Folklore ................................. Little Efforts on Simple Things ... Seccion Castellana ............................... 1 1 2 3 5 7 8 They Ought to Go to the Woods .... Rime and Reason with G. Sison . . . Speaking of the Faculty ................. YOU SAY use SALUTES... Dear Mr. Editor: I have been in San Carlos li only a year. I'm impressed. But I've been doing some inquiring about past USC years. I still think something is direly lacking in our campus: a weekly convocation pro aram featuring personalities or to pics of general interest. This aiso an effective culture medium. And, at once, we can speculate on a more sturdy, enduring and active esprit de corps among the students in that the same would grant op portunity lor them to convene re gularly and be advised and influ enced on important subjects. Like for instance, religion, recent scienti fic developments, international clin ches, or even on the latest in student participation in government activ ities. This, 1 believe, would be con ducive to student awareness of the world around them, thus—student action! Our sound system will serve beautifully without asking the stu dents to come down before the staae. MANUEL PAGES Lav/ '56 Miss Carolina del Mas Great Ideal We could refer this to the school officials concerned. — Editor (Contimterl on page 38) After a year and a half of advance mathematical studies at the University of St. Louis, Missouri, USC's Miss Carolina del Mar, a USC pensionaaa, will rejoin th? college faculty next semester. Miss del Mar is scheduled to arrive at Manila on March 17. She will immediately fly to Cebu to render her report to USC and tackle her first assignment—probably teaching higher mathematics to a group of slightly giddy engineering students. A BSE graduate from USC, Miss del Mar taught mathematics at the Girls' High School for a year. Bolstered considerably by her magna cum laude, Miss del Mar proceeded to take up engineering and was a third year student when granted an SVD scholarship. At St. Louis, Miss del Mar distinguished herself by winning honors at her class. She took second honor in her MA class and was named member to the Association of Mathematicians of America. In between classes, Miss dei Mar spent her time seeing places and visiting—guess who—an old pen pal. In a trip to Nevz York, Miss del Mar was able to confer with Fr. Rector when the latter was there in the course of a vacation trip. Along with a huge class, Miss del Mar graduated last January 31 with an MS in Mathematics. Immediately, she packed her bags and took the long way home in order to be able tc stop at various places.—A.R. Owu QjtMfL i We chose a picture of the Blessed Virgin for our cover this Issue for the curreef observance of fhe Marian Tear. We hope fhaf a glance af If would enhlndle an Inspiring glow af your piety and devotion. MARCH, 1954 Page 1 &dttMLa!lA THE ROAD THEY TAKE THERE was never a conquest without a tight; no glory won at an instant. The student who is now to graduate has ridden along these heavy years meeting the lash of crises with a fortitude of his own design; interlocking assi duity with ambition, proficiency with vigil. Yet, as an element of naughty youth, he has weakened in some moments past, perhaps shot a wrong foot forward. But that is a necessary incident to which all are prone. The important thing is that he made it: he strove and he got what he was there for. Now, he is happy; so are the ones for whom he has dedicated his toilcreased green years. The prize is his now to take home, to cherish, to install as a powerful beam in his life's theatre. San Carlos U sends him on his way not just pridefully or hopefully, but with a prayer for his continued betterment through the days to come. This school has done her job on his behalf, did it well, we trust. His parents in their own way has also performed their part; they met the sun and defied the weathers to sew a button on his shirt and hone the blade of his tool. The task is now lettered in his book, defined and, yes, expected, that he prove himself able to serve those to whom his service is due, effectively and Godconsciously. LET THE CLASP ENDURE A GROUP of young men, students all, from differ ent schools in this city, have just knotted a tie concordant with the cry for brotherhood of men every where. The Students’ Catholic Action was conceived for'laudable ends. It was born so much like the va liant swinging the old sword as if meeting the chal lenge wrought by manifold miasmic intrusions into the ideologies of the youth. It is. And in its fight it must survive. We need it. We clamor for its endur ance. So grievously few are the institutions around us existent for the protection of the interests of this growing generation outside of the classrooms. The SCA is adequate for such defense, it shall continue to be so long as it abides by the strength of the Faith for which it stands and is honestly concerned in the welfare of the next man in the street. Welcome! and stay. ( See SCA story on page 16, this issue o! the "C". , PUNCH WITHHELD \A/E ARE reminded of a fighter who refused to use ■ * his knuckles. He would not want to see a man standing at the unhealthy end of his fist. He was a kindly pugilist who knew what he can do to a face and, therefore, kept his hands from getting near one. Some did not understand this attitude. So they egged him on. And when he remained silent -they riled him, called him a coward and despised him. He was only human and had to yield. He went into the ring and that was the last of his adversary. Now, our own San Carlos U seems to find herself in this fighter's boots. Her attitude? The same. But not up to the end of that story. She is not stepping into the ring. She is contented in her silence; at peace. She only knows that she has a public duty to perform. ’ She has in the past and is continuing to accomplish that task with all due accord. Yes, by a religious ob servance of the rules and policies which are strictly reactive to the demands- of faithful service and: so-a’ once justify themselves. If people refuse to appreciate her merits, must she have to exculpate herself? For the editor of the local daily whose editorial carousal is swung to our direction, we have no ire. vre have only sympathy. ... and, Oi&teA ....................................... The last we heard from Emilio B. Aller he was at Hongkong; next stop Tokyo. Then, to the States. On his return we plan to have him sequestered in a room where we can talk 'with him lor one whole day. A lot of things he can tell us about students in foreign lands, a lot of lessons to learn which we might apply here for ends that will certainly- astound the conservative. Hold it! we only mean that kind of student wakefulness that is directed toward the performance of civic responsibilities, the (Continued on page 46) Page 2 THE CAROLINIAN S' HE:.GREATEST task. which C Jesus? Christ while, here on earth as the Teacher of the True . Religion had to perform was the revelation .of his Divinity. He prepared his disciples slowly and carefully so that at the end of his life they grasped the truth and beof the people and stirred them when it became a point of discussion. When the Council of Ephesus con demned Nestorius and solemnly de fined the divinity of Christ, the peo ple saw in both these declarations a vindication of the Divine Mother hood of Our Lady. And it was in her praise and honor that they in glowing enthusiasm carried St. Cyril, the great Defender of Mary, and the other bishops on their should ers through the streets of Ephesus. This love for Mary which triumphed at Ephesus in 431 was not like a fire are clearly discernable: Marys greatest prerogative, her Divine Motherhood, and its supernatural prerequisite, her stainless virginity. St. Ignatius of Antioch calls her sim ply Mary, but clearly hints at her Virginity and Divine Motherhood. St. Justin teaches that she was a virgin before and in the miraculous birth of Christ. He stresses her role in the redemption of mankind as another Eve. St. Irenaeus develops these same thoughts, adding that she remained a virgin all her life. The disciple of Irenaeus, Hippolytcs IN THE FIRST CHRISTIAN CENTURIES lieved it: Jesus Christ was both, man and God! As the Kingdom of Christ slowly spread over the earth, man kind being confronted with this ba sic truth struggled, indeed, especial ly during the first three centuries, before the full meaning of Christ the man being God was sufficiently understood and securely held. The struggle culminated in two hectic battles, the first against Arius in 325, the second against Nestorius in 431. The trophy of the first was the dogma of the absolute equality of the three persons in God; the trophy of the latter was the dogma of the true Divinity of the man born by the Blessed Virgin Mary. While on this’ occasion the primary concern of Christianity was the Divine nobil ity of Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior, another great truth, implied in :the former, held an at least equal ly great interest in the hearts of per haps the- majority of the people, the' truth of the Divine Motherhood of the Blessed Virgin. The: question whether there are two: .distinct natures in the one per son of Christ, one perfectly human and.the other truly Divine was and is .of the. utmost importance;, but be ing. quite speculative and abstract it seemed to- be beyond the com prehension, of :most of the people, whereas the other question whether Mafy’-of-Nazareth had given birth ta ct boy who was the Son of God, so that in full truth she was the mother of God, touched the hearts of straw which flares up and dies out—it was rather like the waves of the ocean, powerful and irresistible, born in the unfathomable depth of the sea, never to quiet down within time. The devotion to the Blessed Vir gin began while she was still liv ing on earth. The Acts of the Apos tles (Acts 1, 14) when speaking of the first gathering of the young Church before and on Pentecost, mention of the about one hundred persons present only one by name: Mary, the mother of Jesus. It seems, indeed, that this first meeting record ed in the annals of Christianity was presided over by her! The dying Saviour had entrusted his mother to his favorite Apostle, and there is no doubt that St. John loved her most dearly. This love he instilled into his disciples, and they handed it down through the generations of their disciples as a most precious heirloom. John's in fluence through Polycarp, his im XeuL. MAeht um g.WD mediate disciple, on Ignatius, Jus tin, Irenaeus, Tertullian and Hippolytos seems to be certain. These were the leading men in the second century. In the writings and state ments of these men two "Leitmotive" of Rome (+235) seems to have coined the title "Theotokos”—Moth er of God. From this time on this is the most used title and one that goes to the core, indicating the pi votal point of all of Mary's honors and merits. One may think that these were the thoughts and views of just a few men, but the contrary is proven by several outstanding facts: ( 1) at this time people began to give ex pression to their piety and devotion by painting the Blessed Virgin on the walls of their houses and gath ering places; (2) before the end of the century, at about 190 A.D. Vic tor I solemnly excommunicated as a heretic Theodotus of Byzantium whc while admitting Mary's Virginity denied her Divine Motherhood. This excommunication seems to be the first in history, a sign that and how in early times the Roman pontiffs realized their rights and responsibil ities, and it is significant that they used them in defense of Mary! (3) Tertullian testifies to it at the end of the second century that the faithful in the already widespread baptis mal vows professed their belief in Christ as God and son of Mary. Though later on he erred, his num(Continued on page i) MARCH, 1954 Page 3 The Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary. ercus orthodox writings re-echo lime and again the faith of the centuryold Church. He emphasized that his teaching was but the traditional one, although he was probably more fully aware than any theolo gian before him of God's profoundest self-humiliation in becoming the child of a woman. In the third century we find the same doctrine proposed and further developed by St. Cyprian of Car thage, Drigen, Peter and Alexander of Alexandria, Pope Callixtus, Pope Felix I, and others. With the Ro man Novatianus Catholic Theology began to speak in the Latin Lan guage, and in clear-cut terms to determine the exact doctrine against the Gnostics on one side who de nied the full reality of the Virginborn body of Jesus Christ and against Jewish heretics on the other side who saw in him but a mere ordinary man. Of greatest interest for us is the fact that in the canon of Holy Mass of the year 223 (this is the earliest canon known to his torical research) mention is made of the Blessed Virgin. This shows that the early Christians associated her with the sacrifice of her Divine Son on Calvary and the Altar in much the same way as advanced Theology does it now-a-days. Right before the solemn moment of con secration we "venerate in holy as sembly the memory, first, of the glorious ever-Virgin Mary, Mother of our God and Lord Jesus Christ." This wording (communicantes) goes back to the fifth century. Another precious gem of great historical and devotional value is the early origin and wide spread of the Antiphon "Sub tuum praesidium", towards the end of the third or beginning of the fourth century. The jiame of the author is not known, but all the more clear it is that this prayer of praise and confidence was on the lips and in the hearts of the faith ful throughout the centuries. The fourth century Popes and Theologians of great renown were all anxious to protect and to pro mote the honor of Mary. They com bined highest theological specula tive thought with child-like devo tion; besides razor-sharp definitions and condemning anathemas they offered tender ovations of genuine ly lyric poetry. The classical height of Mariology was reached in the second hall of the 4th century by Saints Am brose, Jerome, and Augustine. For St. Ambrose, Mary was first of all the Mother of God and the immamulate Virgin. He warned that she must not be given divine adoration: she was the temple of God, not God in His temple. But she was the model of all perfection. Like anoth er St. Luke, pondering on the in spired chapters of the Gospel, he succeeded in depicting the life and virtue of Mary in such a way that his influence was felt through the Middle Ages, nay, even in our times. Thus he wrote for instance: "From Mary you can take an ex ample of right living. She is the model of uprightness, she shows you what you ought to correct, what you ought to avoid, and what you ought to hold fast. The nobil ity of a teacher enkindles our first love for learning. But who is mpre noble than the mother of God? Who is more resplendent than she whom Divine Splendour itself has chosen? Who is more chaste than she who gave birth without being defiled by man? She was a virgin not only in body, but also in mind; she would not vitiate by any deceit the unspoiled disposition of her soul. She was humble of heart, dignified (Continued on page 8) Page 4 THE CAROLINIAN 3leu, 3a. OKuchadL S.W HAT does it mean to say. Physics on the way to religion? Does it say that in the past, all famous physicists were unbelievers be cause religion and science were contraries? Or because natural science and religion have nothing in common? - - And do we expect that all scientists will become be lievers in God in the future? There have lived and will live scientists like Descartes who were thoroughly convinced that natural processes are determined purely mechanically and that beyond nature nothing exists Other physicists again imitate Fa raday who used to close the door of the chapel before entering the ed to find God's manifestation of Himself in the universe. "The heavens are telling the glory of God." God has made the whole world and governs it by His provi dence. Every single thing in the universe plainly bears the imprint of the divine Artist; and each thing has a distinct truth to tell about its Maker. Through reason man re cognizes God's dominion over men and over the universe. Through free will man voluntarily submits PHYSICSwere- considered the only ' real" causes, causae olficientes, the “na tural" forces. Al! supermechanical forces were declared to be "super natural." The human mind inclines to simplify and to unify. Why not include organic phenomena and living things? De Lamettrie describ ed the man in his book “l'homme machine": The human heart is only a pump, the human arm only a sys tem of levers, and so on. Helmholtz believed the statement that the final aim of all natural science is to be merged in mechanics. The great est exponent of this materialism was Laplace. According to him, the whole universe, including the hu ON THS WA Y TO RELIGION laboratory. But the harmony be tween science and religion, reason and faith, was the ideal of the greatest scientists as well as of the most famous philosophers, e.g. Plato, Augustine, Albertus Magnus, Co pernicus, Newton, Planck, to men tion only few. None of the great Catholic theologians of the Middle Ages has so precisely and clearly drawn the distinction between the natural and supernatural, between faith and reason, between philoso phy and theology, as St. Thomas Aquinas. The distinction as well as the harmony between scienceand religion rest, according to him, upon the rock foundation of meta physical conviction. God, the Ab solute Being, is the First Principle and First Cause of all finite natural beings. The two rays of natural and supernatural truth flow from the bosom of God, the Absolute Eternal Truth. As a rational being man is made for truth. It is natural for him to want to know and understand all things. In the Middle Ages Christ ian philosophy included all know ledge within the scope of natural science. The scientists were interestnimseli to God s sovereign dominion Through religion man becomes the voice of the whole world, the high priest of all creation, honoring and praising God as the Creator and goal of all creation. St. Augustine wrote: “To know about nature is to know God the Creator." How did it happen that this har mony between science and religion could be destroyed? During the renaissance, with the beginning of the modern experimental science, we find the gap opening between reason and faith. Galileo Galilei first recognized the laws of the mo tion of freely falling bodies and he gave us the experimental method of physical investigation. Newton then discovered the laws which control the fall of bodies. Before the days of Galilei and Newton, thousands of brilliant men had lived their whole lives through without even recognizing that the fall of an apple presented a problem. Under Newton's influence the science of mechanics gained perfection; other branches or physics became parts of mechanics. Industrial sciencebuilt up through mechanics made rapid and great progresses. Me chanical forces and dynamical states mar. being, appears to be an im mense system of points of matter with attracting and repulsing for ces; its explanation can be reduces to the differential equations of mech anics. There is no place for free dom of thinking and doing, no place for God. These distinguished scientists overlooked the problem “why" ma thematics is applicable to natural phenomena. While science is based on the observation of nature, the scientific expert must never loose sight of the broader aspects of na ture as pointing to a designer Created things are governed by natural laws. Religion, however, tells us that although God has en dowed nature with active properties which operate according to certain laws, yet these activities are no! independent of the Creator. God takes care that the laws of nature act normally with regularity and constancy, and at the same time He so regulates their action that He is free to direct them in the man ner which may best promote the end for which they were created. In consequence of the godless attitude of natural science; not so (Continued on page 6) MARCH, 1954 Page 5 PHYSICS ON THE WAY TO RELIGION ... many decades ago, it was consi dered bad form to mention the word "God" or "creation" in any scientific context. But serious think ers of the present time have come to the conclusion that it is impos sible to arrive at any intelligent concept of nature without going back to the fundamental principles. . Scientists of the present day admit that their knowledge of the physical properties of matter is most imperfect, and far from final. Al most every day brings to light new facts which have to be fitted in with previous - knowledge; often appar ently contradictory. As an illustra tion the following may be men tioned. The phenomena of diffrac tion, interference, and polarization had convinced physicists at one time that light. X-rays and gamma rays are definitely of wave char acter. Now came Elanck's interpre tation of the energy distribution of the radiation from a black body, Einstein's interpretation of the pho to-electric effect, Bohr's interpreta tion of the emission and absorption of line spectra, Compton's interpre tation of the scattering of X-rays, etc. The successes of these inter pretations convinced everyone that those rays behave as photons, or "particles", of energy. Furthermore de Broglie and Schroedinger pointed out that the strange facts about light have their counterpart in the beam of electrons. While we can look on each indi vidual electron as a'compact en tity, it seems that we must associate some kind of wave motion with a beam of electrons. And the same dual character is peculiar to atoms and molecules too. Finally Heisenberg's principle ol uncertainty may be added. It states that whatever accuracy we may achieve in one measurement it is at the expense of a corresponding accuracy in the other. While we may determine either the location or the velocity at any instant with a high degree of accuracy, we can not measure both simultaneously with anything like the same degree of accuracy. The logical consequence of these and many other scientific results is expressed in the wave-mechanical view that there exist primarily no masses and no. energies, but "ef fects" only. The circumstance that the. "effects" exist in quanta only, is the cause that the.matter'.appears as fCont’d from page 5) atoms, the electricity as electrons, the radiant energy as photons. A vague concept of natural things! As a matter of fact, scien tists cannot form anything but the vaguest concept of the fundamen tal nature of matter. And it is absurd to imagine that even when we shall have analyzed an electron or a proton, and know all about their shape and movements, we shall be in close touch with the ultimate reality of material things. It is, therefore, not surprising that eminent modern scientists have, as a-result of' their life-work, become dissatisfied with a merely material istic outlook on the universe. Science is once rhore becoming in sistent in her demand for the re cognition of a spiritual element in nature. Speaking of the omniscient science of the last century. Sir Ar thur Eddington said, "Materialism, and determinism, those household gods of nineteenth century science, which believed that the world could be explained in mechanical or bio logical conceptions as a well-run machine,..., must be discarded by modern science." Sir James Jean, the famous Eng lish astrophysicist, compares the reality of the material world with a deep river. What we observe is the surface of the water only. The unobservables, however, are the depths of the river which cause the waves on the surface. And he holds that the objectivity of things "arises from their subsisting in the mind of some Eternal Spirit." R. A. Millikan, one of America's leading scientists, postulates a God "who is the God of law and order", and proclaims "the new duty to know ;that order, and to get into harmony with it, to learn how to make the world a better place for mankind to live in." (Millikan died December 19, 1953.) Max Planck, the famous disco verer of the natural constant h, the quantum of action, states in his essay "Religion and Naturwissenschaft" that the lawfulness of nature in the sense of being full of laws represents a reasonable order in the universe, to which man and nature are subjected. He concludes with a fine remark about the role of natural science and of religion for. human life: Man is in need of science for knowing, of religion for doing. Religion and natural science The Mercury Barometer do not exclude each other, they complete one another. Nowhere do we find a contradiction, on the contrary, in the final analysis we find only harmony. To summarize: Modern science tells us that a full and complete knowledge of the material universe can only be possessed by a being who is everywhere ..at once, and who sees everything in: the same -instant; who is omnipresent both in what we call space and time. That there is such a Being both reason and revelation, assure us: we call Him God. M&at i Fr. Michael Richartz. studied Physics and Mathematics at Wilhelms University, Muenster, Germany, In 1928, he became a Doctor of Philosophy. In Muenster, Ger many, he wrote his dissertation on "Ueber die magnetische Doppelbrechung von Fluessigkeitsgemischen" (The Magnetic Bire fringence of Mixtures of Liquids) (Double Refraction). In Peking China, he wrote: In 1940: "Eipfache Halbschattenvorrichtung fuer den Viertelwellenlaengenkompensator" (A Half-shade (Mate for the Quarter-wave Compensator); in 1941: "Zum abgeaenderten Viettelwellenlaengenkompensator" (Theory of the modified Quarter-wave Com pensator), and A New Quarter-wave ComPage 6 THE CAROLINIAN DO YOU KNOW...? JUdnaMta, SfDfV. ROGER BACON (1214-1294), a Franciscan monk, professor in Ox ford, England, was called "Doctor mirabilis" because of his wonder ful knowledge in natural science. He is supposed to have been the most progressive scientist of hie generation, the founder of optics, and perhaps the first experimentei in physics. EVANGELISTA TORRICELLI (16 08-1647) began his mathematical studies in a Jesuit school, and con tinued them under Abbot Benedict Castelli at Rome. He became Gali lei's successor as professor of ma thematics at the Accademia in Flo rence. As a physicist he is known best for his invention of the mercury barometer and his law of the flow of liquids from small openings. The smallest unit of atmospheric pres sure, "Torr", is called after him. WILHELM K. ROENTGEN (18451923), a Catholic, born in Rhine land, Germany, received the first Nobel Price lor physics in 1901 be cause of his discovery of the socalled X-rays in 1895. These rays lie between light rays and gamma rays in the electromagnetic spec trum. Their discovery opened the way to a revolutionary revision of the theories of the constitution of matter; their applications in medi cine and industry have greatly im proved the welfare of mankind. A priest on research ... The Author DR. ROBERT ANDREWS MILLI KAN (1868-1953), one of the leaders in sub-atomic physics in America, died recently December 19, 1953. His Oil Drop experiment in 1909 gave conclusive proof of the atomic character of electricity and won him the Nobel Price (1923). He investi gated the character and origin of cosmic rays. Not a Catholic, but deeply religious, he declared: “Everyone who reflects at all be lieves, in one way or another, in God ... To me it is unthinkable that The Roentgen-Tube in Working Position a real atheist should exist at all. It seems to be as obvious as breath ing that every man who is suffi ciently in his senses to recognize his own inability to comprehend the problem of existence, to understand whence he came and whither he is going, must recognize the existence of a Something, a Power, and in whom and because of whom he himself ’lives and moves and has his being'. That power, that some thing, that existence, we call God." pensator"; In 1947: "A Generalized In tensity Formula for a System of Retardation Plates"; In 1948: "An Improvement of Sovart's Polariscope"; and in 1949: "Ana lysis of Elliptical Polarization". In 1929, he passed the "Staatsexomen" (govern ment examination) for High School teachers. He then taught Physics and Mathematics at St. Michael High School, Steyl Mother house of the Society of the Divine Word. Between 1937 and 1950, Fr. Richartz continued his scientific researches and taught as well ot the Catholic University of Peking, China. And in 1952 we wel comed him to San Carlos University. MARCH, 1954 MARY IN THE FIRST CHRISTIAN ... (Continued from page 4) in words, prudent in thought, spar ing in speech, and zealous in read ing. She did not place her hope in the uncertainty of riches, but in the prayers of the poor. Intent on her work and modest in speech, she was accustomed to seek not man but God as the judge of her interior disposition. She did not harm anybody, she wished everybody well. She was courteous to her elders, and not en vious of her equals; she avoided all boastfulness, followed reason and loved virtue. When did she ever offend her parents even by looks? When did she disagree with her kinsmen? When did she despise the lowly? When did she deride the weak? When did she shun the needy? There was nothing bold in her looks, nothing insolent in her words, nothing audacious in her actions. She was not too soft in her man ners; she was neither too free in her gait, nor too wanton in her talk, but the very bearing of her body was the mirror of her mind, the pic ture of her uprightness. She was the maiden found by the Angel, such was the handmaid chosen by the Holy Ghost. Her parents loved her, strangers praised her, and God deemed her worthy to become the mother of His Son." ("Mary, the Model of Perleelion.") When at about 380 one Helvidius attacked the enduring virginity of Mary, the people of Rome, in great excitement, asked St. Jerome to take up his sharp pen in her defense. The learned man did more than ob lige. He became one of the* great expositors of patristic Mariology. The greatest of them was St. Augus tine. He, too, expounded the tradi tional doctrine, but he made it personally his own by struggling with Manichaean and rationalistic ideas before he obtained perfect charity. His sermons and writings had an immense influence for cen turies to come; what he thought and said of Mary was accepted and repeated by the whole Catholic world, even in our days. His speci fic; contribution Is the dogmatic clari fication of Mary's relation to the Church. As Virgin-Mother she is the "type", the image, or model of the Church, for the Church imitates Mary by always bringing forth children while always remaining a virgin. Like Mary the Church Is the bride of Christ, mother of the faithful. Mary Is also our mother; in love she contributed to our sal vation, she gave us the Superna tural life of grace, she is the mother of all that are truly living. It was through a woman, Eve, that death came to us, and through a woman, Mary, life was restored. To enable her to be and to do all this St. Augustine considered it necessary that Mary was the all-pure, imma culate adversary of Satan. In al! probability, St. Augustine already believed in her Immaculate Con ception. Such was the doctrine of the great Theologians, the faith of the people, the tenet of Rome. It is highly sig nificant that a Roman Creed of the year 400 declared: "We belieye in Jesus Christ vzho came down from heaven and was incarnate by the Holy Ghost from Mary, the everVirgin and glorious mother of God." The Popes sent this creed to all the bishops in the whole world; from it, St. Cyril got dogmatic clarity for his fight with Nestorius. Before the Council of Ephesus in 431 Pope Caelestin held a synod in Rome in ■130, stating once more the Catholic doctrine and paving the way tor the decisive victory of "Brother Cyril" at Ephesus. Side by side with the elaboration and safeguarding of the dogma we find in the first centuries various form of popular devotion. As there is now-a-days hardly any church or chapel without a picture of the Blessed Virgin so were the walls of the catacombs, the sepulchres, and even the coffins (sarcophagi) of the early Christians adorned with her image. In the oldest mural painting still extent—from the sec ond century — the prophet Isaias stretches out his right hand over the Virgin Mary who is represent ed as if about to nurse the Infant Jesus. The picture compares fav orably with works of art found In Pompeii. The allusion to the pro(Continued on page 89) t SO YO Zd Ke T IS HELD as an article of belief that most of the big names which grace the fine, exquisite linings of the so cial register also adorn the fray ed, dog-eared enrolment sheets of local dancing academies. From this observation, I must be allowed to imagine that a prosperous man's billfold often carries an enrolment card as an accessory to calling cards and memorandum tablets. And the Massive Madame Jitterbug must have something else in hei leather bag besides a clip of safety pins and nail files. It could most probably be a rectangular card bearing the announcement that the bearer is a legitimate, bonafide and prompt-paying student of such-and such dancing college. The old, rich folks are beginning to admit that it doesn't pay to sit back and much cracked ice or bite at a pipe while the youngsters are having the time of their lives with Xavier Cugat. Iggy de Guzman or Tirso Cruz. I was within earshot of a college dean when he said that another school official was egging him on to enroll in a dancing school. On credit. But this dean didn't like the idea and 1 am glad for him. I have completed many dancing hours to my credit and I want to state here (with patent fear of con tradiction) that the hack who allud ed to dancing as the "light fan tastic" either had holes in his head or was a paperweight carnival freak. If he had openings in his head, there is no sense in believing his mythology on dancing. If he were a paperweight, then he was light all right. And fantastic. But 1 never heard or read of«. Shakes peare squatting on the marquee of a freak show. The allusion couldn't have been his. Because dancing is never light as far as I can throw a tin can. And you might agree after you have read this sheet. There are women who, to utilize a quip from a radio comedian, are never on their toes but are on yours. They like to anchor their monstrous lower appendages on Page 8. THE CAROLINIAN U WANT DANCER your corns even in such simple dance steps as are required in the slow drag. The slow drag, don't get me wrong, is no joke. The dance means what it says. Drag. It is not a very profitable social function for a man to be lugging 209 lbs. worth of avoirdupois across the dance floor and imagining Je rome Kern playing "All The Things You Are." For all the things she is is fat. And a man can be all that too. By Buddy OuitoMo. But let us come to the livelier dances. Since my ligaments are civil enough and are in no visible way disconcerted by a 4-hour bout with hysterical boogie beats and apoplectic mambo pieces, I have been able to plow across many dancing halls in the twenty-one years I have outlived. I can say that the boogie and the variations of the mambo such as the Porto Ri can, Barranco, and Cha Cha Cha carries a very definite amount of supersonic tempo. These fast, hip slapping items in the terpsichorean realm completes, so it seems, a madman's routine of push-ups, dog trots, pantomine and an eerie spe cies of meticulously-studied contor tions. 1 don't mean burlesque or taxi-dancing, vaudeville or belly dancing. To give a fair account of the trials which the dancing upstart must face, I shall begin with the declaration that a couple of years ago, I matriculated in a dancing academy and was, in a hurry, taken into the custody of a hulking ogre whom I suspected correctly of being a retired prizefighter. His name was Bing 1 Forgot. After deposit ing me among a group of gum chewing, sleepy-eyed Chinese "scholars", my tutor promptly rustled up a female partner who had the dimensions of hippopotamus taking a weight-lifting course. In the brief, stirring flourish that followed, 1 had the heart of the Congo right before me. I recall that at the squeak of the first false note, my instructor began massaging his huge breast, throwing his arms in front of him and strangling an ima ginary mother-in-law with the wan ton brutality that would have shamed a Liberal Party goon. He then lit up with a bright smile ol triumph and started gazing at the ceiling, gritting his teeth and wagging his tongue like the were wolf of Paris. Then he took a box ing stance, doing a one-two count There are women who . are never on their and cracking his knuckles. His overgrown feet were making a tatoo on the dance floor. The girl, meanwhile was apparently enjoy ing every minute of the ritual. She was slapping her thighs shaking the bedbugs from her shaggy raiments and generally making a memorable, if not monumental, spectacle of herself. From the way she flailed her arms, I gathered that she did not like them. She kept whirling and spinning like a top in a Christmas toyshop and later deliberately dislocating her hips in a sinuous interpretation of a snake dance. She was not ex actly the carbon copy of Salome, although, as a nostalgic view of the whole thing, she had a very liberal supply of carbon in her hide ... uh . . . skin. And what her pachydermal hips couldn't achieve in finesse was adequately compen sated by the fever which seized her upper story. For the next piece, 1 submitted to a road test. 1 was a complete toes hut are on yours . . , dud. 1 couldn't move my legs in a wide enough arc to hit anybody in the skin. So I made a run for a dump corner where I could view the shaking battalion. There was a Chinese who wasn't doing any too good. He looked scared than a mouse on halloween and he kept backpedalling like he had seen Genghis Khan. There was another man who was so starved-looking and so danged cadaverous that he couldn't have killed a mosquito even if he were paid for it. A big (Continued on pane 40) MARCH, 1954 Page 1) AJUcia V. 'Ghwidad. FROM THE GREEN Squalor at Playtime FIELDS „ My dear Cityboy, 1 am here sitting on this old, huge tree stump surrounded with green weeds still wet with fresh showers and dewdrops. Around me is the green field adorned with, proud, erect, fat and unthirsting plants with outspread leaves waiting for the Sunday morning sunbeams. 1 have long wished to write you a ’letter. But here in the farm, we don't have any pen. Not even a pencil. We could have utilized the sap of some trees as ink. I have been thinking of this and it was only last night that I found the solution in my dreams. I crept slowly out of my bamboo bed early this morning, with the closest care not to awaken Tatay, Sebio, my father, and Nanay Meniang, my mother. I glided to our batalan and pulled out a feather from the wing of Tatay's tamed rooster. At last, I was able to solve my problem! I have made a rural pen out of it just by sharpening one end. Wisps desert the tousled nipa roots And over rivulets of muck and grime Hovels of the shim play on tiptoe. Cardboard flaps dance in the ram Upon grey, unminding nipa thatches And where the leashina raindrops fall A dented, borrowed basin on the floor dings a series of inspired stacatto. Yet, beyond the glum squatting shacks Young bloated stomachs heave in glee As grimy hands scoop up oddities Sailing with the thick, brown current. But amigo, just as I was doing this, Nanay Menianc; told me to feed our hogs inasmuch as Tatay Sebio left the hut very early in the morning to confer with Tiyo Osting regarding the cockfight this af ternoon. Tiyo Osting, she said, has as much as ten pesos after selling his pig, just to be able io bet in favor of my father's tamed cock .... but, how about this feather I'd removed from its winas7 It's a big one at that! Nanay Meniang told me they would take me along to the cockfight, but I didn't listen to her. 1 was terribly afraid of what I did f ran out o: our nipa hut. still with the sharpened feather in hand (Coxtiiuietl o>, pane ',!) One night a soldier yelled at Bob Hope: "Why aren't you in the ser vice?" "Don't you know?" cisked Hods. Tin 4-X." "What's 4-X?" "Coward," said Hope. From the Post-Hall Syndicate When you live with your mind, it makes little difference where youi body is. • Stuart Sherman Page If) THE CAROLINIAN Down Below AME corridor. Same stu dios. Same technicians. Same announcer's booth. Six years. That's a lot of time—and I lasted that long here. "Waddya say. Max!" What did I tell you. Same face. "You're on the air in two mi nutes." "I'm on my way " Ay On my way to get all radio seis in town aching all over with a lot of blabbering from this particular disc jocky who (they think) can turn out some fancy talk and get any day started right. Well, that's what I'm paid for. Get some gla mor on the air. Say the right things. Make people feel the right way about the world. And the fan mail really start coming in . . . "Oh, Don1 I don't tire hearing you talk." . "You're wonderful, Don!" . . . "You certainly know how to mend things for people gone astray." . . . "Re member what you said in your Hour For Reflection7: 'Find someone to ... Vo find yourself, you don’t need a Mirror... iove and love strongly; complete it with a backbone of real under standing and you'll be happy' Well, I did just that and I am" . . . "Don, you're a clever one, tell me how to get going with this girl 1 have in mind" . . . If they only know I lifted those straight from a book. I must be a real actor. I can get my surface all colored up for the audience and nobody knows the rotten dump I've got inside of "Say, Don!" There's Max again. "Lory called a while ago. It's been her eighteenth time this week. She didn't have to say it but her voice sounded like she's ready to break apart unless you go home to her at once." What can you say to a line like that? "Well, 1 . . . just told her what you said - that haven't got time for it." "That’s the boy. Max! You're doing all right." Only two years a married man and 1 already feel like a subject for a study cn senility. Just won't work! The whole thing has been wrong from the beginning. She refuses to under stand me. She doesn't find the reason for the things 1 do Thinks my screws are loose all over. What about that house she wants me to build? Why didn't she marry a millionaire instead? All right, so she talks about saving. . saving keeping a budget and all that. Can't she see I've got a popularity to keep up? And that means mo ney. Perhaps my future doesn't mean a thing to her at all. Man alive! Who wants to go home to a wife like that! Ah, well Got a job to attend to. This microphone's a germ on my nose. "Hello and good morning, everyone, everywhere, how-doyou-do! This is Don Cortel again bringing you the spice and joy of life this side of the country, all dished out with music and musing in this show designed for you, you and you, our Moments with the Angels! We now start out with Frankie Laine doing . . . "Answer Me, Oh Lord." She's all yours, Frankie m'boy!" Ah, that's the orchestration that really sets me rocking. Fine lyrics, too, this song. "4nswer me. Lord above "Just what sin have I been guilty ot (Continued oh !>«</<■ ',!>) MARCH, 1954 Pace 11 HAIL IT Invitation to Leave D6WH melt a torrid pulp and run into my rattling spine— my flesh is ill with pox and you. but go on. just throb there until every bone of me screams, then tease me with manicured coquetry yet aware that i desire me as myself as me, alone. Cha-cho-cho customers, this is it! The HOMESTRETCH for this mag. We were nearly pooped when we pen-vaulted this deadline (from boning up for the mid exams to penthrottling for this chronicle) but as true Carolinians the San Carlos espiritu... spirit of ammonia for the staffers still staggers on. It could have been a happy ending but for a shebang of crifizers and gripers who gave us a bawling bow-bow about how we slapped this column together. These guys don't know it but our columns are insured. No, not this column... this... yeah, ribs, that's what. Just like in 3-D they reach out to you. I could feel the cold bleak look of my co-staffers (leading the ED) in my back. You know, almost all of the . pen jockeys are in the pinweight divi sion... shhh-shh! The silence is so thick you could hear a fly sneeze. As they say in Latin, ”11 y a fagots et fagots quot homines tot sententiae” or in otras palabras, "One man's food maybe another man's poison." Jettison ing humility aside, we could say that more students read our hijacked, gangrenous columns like they were grabbing pictures of Marilyn Monroe exhibiting a pair of sandpapered legs. Sure, sure, we funnel to studes bogus English that could only come from either Bugs Bunny or Lil Abner, but the studes like if. And the customers are always right except when they take things without paying. So Io our doubting Thomases (they say we couldn't write highpriced English) we will not only perform a program of Shakespearean stuff but also put up an impromptu calisthenics of Latin be-bops, and it's not music either. The president is working like a carabao. The only difference is that one is not as hard-fisted as the other. And.. .ehem.. .speaking of carabaos, I suppose the province most hard-hit by the "Guys” Carabao ban is good ole Leyte. The Law of Supply and Demand. Pure economics. Any Carabao kicks? Now-now if you think my grey matter s pushed back so far to produce such a theory, kindly smile. This is with malice towards none and charity tickets to all. As Mararay said, "In Leyte only carabaos are....aw, shucks!" Anybody interested Io see me, can't see me... Want to join the Symphony orchestra? Nobody's handling the kettle drum. A young honor student is preferred. Must be a little deaf. Not necessarily blind. A certain fraternity Most Insulted... .er. .. .Exulted Brother (Is there such an animal?) said, "We don't allow dopes Io enter our org. Only A-l studes. But since this department lacks talented dopes, we have to allow mentally-indigested scholars to penetrate our fraternity." So now if you want to see how a dope looks like, just ask for a member of this certain frat.... Why Grandmaw, what big eyes you have!! I just couldn't savvy it. Just because local fraulein wear plunging, submerging necklines and creep-climbing hemlines doesn't mean that boys also have to wear those economizing tagalog pants. The belt-line is so below the 38th parallel. Yeah, I know, the girls are also excited at the prospect of letting their plunging necklines ((’<»,on pat/c 45) • U. Vahttdahil I Talked with The Lord 1 stood up lonely unto myself My mind as still as stars unseen My thoughts of God; of Wisdom serene I cherished, 1 claimed not as pelf. Each prayerful moment never a loss Each yearning granted, won I learned all these all too soon I served USC and her Southern Cross. 11 is not hard to find the truth; what is hard is not to run a,way from it once you have found it. - - Etienne Gilson On Cincinnati's WLW, an an nouncer plugging Viceroy cigarettes concluded: "Viceroys—if you want a good choke." Harold S. Gross Page 12 THE CAROLINIAN What Juctudliy. dlaipipenuL 'Go. O-uA Sayo.....? HEN the San Carlos bas ketball team returned from Manila — after a gallant but sadly unsuccessful bid for the National inter-Collegiate championship honors — they had to do some tall explain ing to the people they met in the streets. And, mind you, they were hard to convince. After knowing the facts, they began to say things about the team, the coach . . . some nice, most of them bad . . . Others who were kind enough sympathized with the vanquished Carolinians. The cynic threw a contemptuous look. The brute condemned. The gentleman offered his hand. All these yakity were just off shoots of what good — or bad, showing the Carolinians put off in that good fight. It was always a good, juicy topic for discussion. Others who had read the papers that day based their arguments on the writer's view and version of the games. There were some who broke into pieces when they saw the headlines. Others leaned back and sighed. Then they began to wonder. Then asked questions .... What actually happened? Pa pers do not always write the com plete story. They only report what took place in the game — how and what happened. So, I guess, it is up to us to render the human part of the story — not how and what happened — but why it happened. As a sportsman, it is bad ethics to offer or even attempt to offer excuses for any defeat no matter how tempting. He is supposed to receive defeat as handed to him, with a gracious curtsy without bit terness and rancor eating up his heart. . . then exeunt. If he must suffer, then he must. But inwardly. That is mastery of one's self — the object of Sports. But as • a reporter, be fair and as much report things without personal opinion. The Sports page of the Manila Times in its December 11, 1953 issue chronicled the USC-San Beda tiff this way: "Cebu's San Carlos U Caro linians well-drilled precisionisls of speed, almost booby-trapped we have to as possible, the flair of San Beda yesterday . . . San Beda's victory... the product of a crushing rally that blasted a neat 16-point third quarter advantage .... was the thriller of yesterday's offering." Nice, heart-rending words some how, aren't they? That was USC's only consolation after the debacle. It should be of record that Father Wrocklage, the spirit behind the team, played his part as the healer of wounds so magnificently. He cheered the boys' spirits during and after the game trying now and then to fiscalize the anguish of defeat. To quote him: "You can't always expect your wife to smile every morning!" Notice that in the first three quarters of the game, USC bested the Bedans with a confounding margin: 6-13 (USC), 20-31 (USC), 26-39 (USC), and 47-42 (San Beda). The write-up continued: "Overconfidence, more than anything else, cost the Carolinians what could have been a grand debut." This was the line that made our blood corpuscles revolt. That was an overstatement. A hell of a state ment. This was the statement we were often asked to explain — and we dried up our throats in doing so. The fact is, this one word throw a monkey wrench to the whole set-up: OVER-CONFIDENCE. It isn't the appropriate word — if you'll pardon the expression. We sat with the boys all through the whole route and never was there a feeling of OVER-confidence. Take our word for it. The boys were even fidgety. Too excited about the big fish they had on their hook. They could have been confident, yes, but not OVER-confident. After all when a fish is hooked, that feeling of confidence comes natural into one's self trusting that half the fight is 'Dcce, won .... but not too confident to let it slip through his fingers. That sportswriter could have mentioned the dynamic gusto of the Carolinians in the last quarter to swamp the Bedans with an avalanche of twin pointers. He could have been justi fied in doing so, instead of yelling to high heaven about OVER-CON FIDENCE. So, we hope we have straighten ed that out once and for all. The rest of the games played by the (Continued on page 39) MARCH, 1954 Page 13 (—he JITTERS BURG rz4Htess (With apologies to Abraham Lincoln) NOTE:—This i"as a speech of a re pentant (air) conditioned stu dent before he took the test. This may be the last time we shall meet. Next time, perhaps in some other media, but not in this particular two-column corner of this mag. I hope I can work things to be able to continue roving around in this kingdom by the "C", and share you the thrills of my roving adventure. You see, many of us staffers, who might have been familiar to you— The Author who might have made you laugh or cause you to get red in the face sometimes—will be missing you a lot next semester. Well, every end ing is a start of a new beginning— and that's graduation. Another roving eye may wink at you next issue. Ours which you have been familiar with shall be out—not from its socket, but from the campus it has learned much to love. It shall continue its roving hobby, however, but perhaps in another campus or in the green fields of golden and heavy grains. With the Nacionalista Victory, we begin to see clearly more light of Philippine Democracy. We have witnessed for the first time in the history of the Philippine Republic that congress opened with an invo cation to Almighty God, delivered by Most Rev. Vicente P. Reyes, D.D., Auxiliary bishop of Manila. The "Filipino people triumphs!" This has become a favorite slogan. "But what kind of victory did we win? The Varsitarian (UST) edi torial asks. Did we escape the rub ble only to get into rubbish? Will the incoming administration be just another Liberal in Nacionalista s clothing? Of the President-elect and those next of kin to him in his offi cial clan, we have no misgivings. Our fear tests in what opportunists (every party has its own opportun ists ) may do. those fair-weather sup porters, those leeches that stick only as long as they can bleed. It is but fair, therefore, tor the in coming administration to adopt a policy banning the exploitation of the Jacksonian theory of 'to the victor goes the spoils'. On the other hand it would be wholly unfair to adhere to the Quezonian principle of 'my loyalty to my party ends where my loyalty to my country begins'. Rath(Continued on page 19) Four minutes, and ‘our seconds ago, our professor brought forth in this room a new exam conceived in brutality and dedicated to the proposition that students are stu pidly equal. Now vie are engaged in a great removal examinations, testing whe ther this student or any student so lazy and so idiotic can long endure. We have met in this room. We have to dedicate a portion of this room as a final resting place for those who here are struggling with double-breasted 4's so that their units might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But in a larger sense, we cannot convert, we cannot accommo date, we cannot liquidate those 5's. The brainless students, living and dead who struggled here have con secrated it far beyond the profes sor's power to stretch or contract. The professor will little note nor long remember how we study here, but he can never forget how moro nic we were. It is for us the stu dents, rather, to sweat it out here with the exams which they who fought here have thus far so sourly debunked. It is for us to be here dedicated to the great task remain ing before us that from this tough quiz we take increased devotion to the books for which we gave 'the least full measure of devotion; that we here highly resolve that our lec ture notes should not sleep again, that this school, under the Fr. Rector shall have a new bunch of reformed students and that these students of this university, by this university, and for this university shall not perish from this earth. TORIUS MORELOS Page 11 THE CAROLINIAN The Rote Wasn9t (ireat... The Cheers Came Later O BRASSBAND, no wild hurrahs heralded our advent. We did not need them. For ours is a great cause. It has snowballed into ci great movement, sweeping the six teen leading campuses ol Cebu, and catching the lire and imagin ation of prominent student leaders. Not a lew campus skeptics raised their eyebrows at us. May be, they thought, this was just an other Hash in the pan, opening up v/ith a grand salaam and endingup in a similarly great fade-out pass around leelers to influential campus personalities. Cebu's pu blic trade school became the first target. To our surprise, stocky Nick Dayondon, Intercollegiate 'Y' Clubs President, vowed his all-out support. Nick's open assurance sent tremors to the opposite fence. He later said, "My name shall be in bolder lines in the SCA than in any other asso ciation." The college editors far from shunned the movement. Elmo Famador, president of the College Editor's Guild of the South, needed of Mary. The University of Southern Phil ippines group was made up of Jose Logarta, executive editor of the Daily News, Ben Veloso, USP stu dent council president, and Eduardo Gandiongco, USP law council veep. An SMPM livewire, Pedro Carranza, pulled the strings for Southern Col leges, together with Eustaquio Dairo. liberal arts prexy, and Diosdado Dosdos, a regular go-getter. A phone call to Colegio de Santo Ni no brought in Enrique Alvarez, lanky promoter of the Propagation of Faith. San Carlos U. had a powerhouse of leading bellwenters. Former FEU fraternity boss, Alfredo Vega, and Cristino Abasolo, Jr., pre-law president, headed the list which in cluded USC's topflight politicians: Student Catholic Action Whether we have given the lie or not to this hell-shall-come bias is for you to find out here. This is our story—of a band of determined pioneers, of their hopes and ideals, their projects, and out of this all, the biggest student movement Cebu ever saw! THE TRAILBLAZERS When the last bell pealed on the evening of January the 25th, fourteen odd student leaders ga thered at the USC Drugstore. The flurry of introductions, not to say of cokes and cookies passed around, set the congenial atmosphere. It virtually tore down all barriers between schools. After we were seated at USC's plush receiving parlor, an observer commented: "See, if RM wants Cebu's student council, this (con ference) is our answer.” Indeed, nothing could be a big ger truth. The group was made up of 5 student council presidents, two vice-presidents, five school editors, and heads of two of the biggest intercollegiate organizations in Cebu. Let's go back a bit at this point. Before we even thought of beat ing a tattoo on the speaker's table, it took three weeks to meet and Takes to the High Road! no further prodding. He foresaw a great movement in the making, and he was not one to pass this one up. Before long he enlisted the support of an important cog in the administration, and the big wheels in the campus among whom are Cresencio Evangelio, junior class prexy, Benj. Alino, bespectacled CEGS stalwart, Romy Senining, a promising find, and Gerry Mayo, our trusted friend and co-vice-pre sident of the Y’ conference held last December. Not to be outdone. Colegio de Swit (be, (LoMu&t S.C.JL. San Jose pitched in with one of her popular student leaders in the per son of Flaviano Yenko, grand bro ther of the CSJ fraternity and school paper editor. Cebu's Institute o' Technology’ turned in a very pro minent personality, Dionisio Lacaron. Besides his beat as school paper editor, he heads the powerful C1T student council and the Legion Florentino Pascual, Legion of Mary president, Ariston Awitan, Jr., cam pus scholar, and Johnny Mercado of Southern Star headline fame. We had to defer our invitation to such female mainstays as. Miss Rosita Ty, Miss Febes Tan, and Miss Alma Valencia, all heads of exclusive fe minine societies, because of the late hour we held the conference. THE CONFERENCE Back now to the conference pro ceedings. The ice-breaker was a talk on the SCA rudimentary principles by Rev. Fr. Anselmo Bustos, National SCA Director, who purposely {lew in from Manila to attend the con ference. A question-and-answer period followed his talk. Editor Logarta's scoop says in part: " Last night, a big student move(Continued o» pape 36) MARCH, 1954 Page 15 A COLUMN IN THREE ACTS Act I With USC: from a newsman s notes: The U-Day festivities prove one thing. We have school spirit. When and how far that spirit went is for us to find out here. ”A fraternity boss has aired his misgiving over the way U-Day plans were laid out without the mere courtesy of the students’ nod. The rap, of course, should not go to the school authorities, but to the planning committee and the student leaders themselves. The planning committee missed to see student participation in the planning stage as vital to the school spirit. The student leaders, on the other hand, have miserably failed to earn a respect for their opinions. For their neglect, the whole university has to contend with a barely sustained school spirit. Indeed, there never was a time as this when a Student Council becomes an acute need." teachers' bane?: "The way some columnists are doing injustice to King s grammar is very revealing. It has only straightened the belief that some CAROLINIAN features are ana thema to the tastes of English marms, says faculty critic. Of course, when a columnist goes crazy with his English, he needs every sym pathies. He is a case. Specifically, mental. "Certainly genius deserves recognition. But to type this columnist a mental giant be cause he can inconsistently metamorphose from a revered Buddha to a foul-mouthed Western cowpoke is the $64 question. We’re sure of one thing, though. The mental quirks of these chameleon personalities are purely for psychiatric study, not for public reading." editor Allers' last beat: "On the evening of Editor Emilio Aller’s departure for the United Stales, a crafty thief, presumably learning of Aller's goods fortune by reading the CARO LINIAN, lifted some precious cash from the poor editor’s pocketbook. good friend Emilio took a PAL plane on the first league of his Stateside fling. In Uncle Sam's domain, he will be proudly bearing the glorious emblem of our school. Yet, though I hate to mention this, the Carolinians gave him nothing but a cold send-off. Was it more worthy to give ten centavos last December for a giant Christmas tree than to contribute a few centavos to the Carolinian editor’s thin wallet? When I mentioned the thief’s guilty by commission, and the Carolinians’ guilt by omission, the departing editor broadly smiled, and patted my back, saying, Oh, gosh, skip it. Just keep the home fires burning and that'll warm my cockles in the cold North.’ distant notes: An American youth expert recently pointed out that those Who carry the ball aren't always on the ball. While he realized the skill and head work that goes in ball games, he wondered what the school administrators and student bodies have about lining up a hard-hitting program of training in leadership for students. (Continued on page 43) TO A GRADUATE Dear Eddie, I am writing this letter with the acute awareness that you are toss ing in bed opposite mine. I should curse myself for deriving amuse ment from your plight—you are hunched up there in your cot, hug ging your knees and muttering a bizarre alphabet of grunts—but I cannot falsely share a grief I do not feel. I have grown hard as nails because, once imagining that meek ness and complaisance would de liver me from my misery, 1 now love to think that this is a world of sav age people, of greedy, self-seeking people waiting for the chance to spring at each other's necks. Ed die, I have had, it strikes me, more than my share of grief and it has gotten to be that / view the impos ture of mankind with almost ape like indifference. I cannot help being bitter. Not necessarily aggrieved but oppress ed. 1 cannot be happy. I do not even so much as wish to try— knowing so many others like you and me who believe that life is an extravagant homage to tyranny. There was a time when 1 was sick and on the verge of death. I should have exulted in the thought of my seeming liberation but I found out I was a detestable, cring ing coward. 1 did not want to die. No. 1 wanted to be as much a part of this world as the riant circles of (Continued on page 18) Page 16 THE CAROLINIAN N A PREVIOUS article this writer had occasion to write of Villa: "Reading Villa's book (Have Come. Am Here) is like entering a strange and beautiful house that frightens with bizarre architecture and attracts with radiance and magic. One enters — as unto Coleridge's Xanadu — and he sees nudes, lonely giraffes, radios made of sea water, God with three eyes, melancholy apricots, Chagall angels, roses racing with rabbits, and pink monks eating blue raisins. One is frightened until he meets the people. VILLA ---- AND — GOD Kef eluded He me as through a sieve. Till He loosed again His Blood And over my soul It ruby-spilled. And wove it Into lovely mercy's Hive. —Have Come, Am Here, Poem 125 Life could not give. It seems, enough of this God moment. Be cause God reveals Himself only to an elect few, the poet did not have more than "God could give." So the poet betook himself to Calvary, made it the sole object of his study in order that he might truly live. I am the way and the life. Although God put him to the severest test. . . . Where Poet finds Himself Distilled to the Maximum of Spirituality • • • "And between one hundred fifty pages of clean-cut, fierce poetry, there are only two people. One is Villa, the other is God." God is the beginning and the end. The belief in God has been the inspiration of art through the ages. It is the ultimate source of inspiration. "Caedmon, sing some song to me," and he became one on whom the grace of God had fallen. Villa tells of his first preoccupa tion with the Supreme Being. I was not young long: I met the soul early: Who took me to God at once: and seeing God the Incomparable Sight. I knelt my body Humbly: whereupon God saw the star upon My brow: stepped to kiss It: O then the Blinding radiance there! the explosion of all My earthness: sparks flying till I was all Embers: long, long did God hold me: till He arose and bade me to rise saying: Now Go back. Now go back from where came. Go back: Understanding Is yours now. Only Beware: beware! since you and God have lovered. —Have Come, Am Here, Poem 57 An early asceticism and devo tion to art caused the early meeting between God and Villa. The con frontation must have been cataclysmal. Disintegration of wordliness was followed by complete annihila tion of the self. Possessed of final understanding and the ullimate wisdom, he is asked by God not to pollute his life with earthliness because he had become pal and partner of divinity. It was Voltaire who intimated that if God did not exist, it would be necessary to invent Him. This necessity for God arises from the hunger of the spirit; it is the miracu lous little flower that springs from life's dung and despair. It is a very nice thing to speak of God's omnipresence, but life in this troubled planet often raises so many questions to which man's little mind cannot find the right answers. Then man gropes for an explanation. This interrogative moment may never come to a man. To Villa the moment of essential and urgent in terrogation camo early: Always I did want more God Then life could yield. More God than God could give. I betook me to His Rood. Made It my chosen Field. That I might truly live. I bled in direst blood. And by Him twl-distllled. ‘Excerpt from the thesis, "The Element of Religion in the Poetry of Jose Garcia Villa," (unpublished manuscript, Cebu City, 1951) by C. Faigao. the spirit eluded him as through a sieve. Finally convinced by the sincerity of his sacrifice, God at last redeemed him, spilled over his soul His blood red as ruby. Thus the poet is redeemed by God's in finite mercy. The hunger for God is the sign of God's presence in every man. Man may fall into the depths of Hell and this hunger for God may shrivel into a thin thread. On this same thread man may still rise even as on the ladder of Jacob. The idea is not new. It is the buttress of Hugo's story of Jean Valjean, who had fallen so low that he had not wept for nineteen years. It is found in John Donne and in George Herbert. In Villa it finds expression again couched in a newer verve, cauterizing with mordant monosyl lables. The ache that in the soul riseth is the sign of the Inner god: its first want Is love: its last cry will be love. This is the ache I speak of: The ache ot the unfound love: this is the ache Of God. —Testamental Poem, IV, Poems, P. 26 It will be noticed that in this earlier poetry from the second of (Continued on page 21) MARCH, 1954 Page 17 LETTER TO A GRADUATE (Continued from payc Id) Elsa P. Valmonte sec you . . . and hear you. of course. Too marvelous (or words... ac cepting the Ed's request to run this column was more like being cooped in a doghouse... funny, how I've changed my attitude. Obliterating my past misgivings, I learned to enjoy the pains of extreme neck-craning, eye-straining ritual... yeah, man.... what could be more fun?... than going on a wild rampage (behave yourself. Ju-ju) playing gendarmes and thieves with the big boss!! ...add another feather for the cap of our untiring Mrs. Valenzuela... ever responsible for new and splendid ideas... her new achievement: The Dramatic Guild... latest school org of dramatic possibilities... prexied by the one and only... JAKE VERLE... minus the corpus delicti... Mrs. Va lenzuela is rather optimistic re under currents... Only hidden talent cannot be hidden, sooo.... at least be present when the meeting is called and justify the presence of those who come Io We can dream, can't we? Speaking of dreams... the most likely to romp away with the Dream-Come-True title in the campus is sweet DELIA APARIS, a senior educationer and cur rently ROTC sponsor... the genteel damsel has the darkest pair of orbs we've ever seen... ditto on Billy "villy" DIAZ (she’s a gal mind you) and ARMI (forgot the first name) GOYENECHE... we'd like Io see that dainty damsel SHIRLEY FLORIDA come out of her shell once in a while... she s so soft-spoken and has the most unassuming quiet ways. LYDIA MORAN, sez N. Bacur, has the invitingest pair of eyes hereabouts. Plus the fact that she's a classroom standout... plus another fact that she's graduating and a lol of other plusses... we understand why F. SUICO, JR., that happy-gal-lucky Lothario, should be overwhelmed by you-guesswhat. Or has he forgotten the Mandawe trip on a sunny Valentine morn...? Definitely up-and-coming as a dancestar is SALUD MANONGAS... (we are going to be called down for this revelation) but — who'd think of it? — she prefers to dance alone! GLENDA CANGA and LUNINGNING CRUZ, a gorgeous twosome from the secretarial cubbyhole are unquestionably a very welcome sight for tired eyes. And that's nothing yet... I mean, you ought Io see them where the platters are. Them you gotta see and see fast!! ...PET PEEVES... Jacks are whistlin'.. .and Jills are fummin' ...there are girls we know who'd appreciate it so much if these Whistling Romeos would stop this annoying habit and not indulge in it right here in the university... It won t harm some people Io remember they have feets of clay and not to forget that I heir heads should be right over their shoulders., not raised on marbled pedestals installed in B-B courts... they treat themselves like Privi leged Characters. .. and what big classroom YAWNS they have! For want of a game ... a skirt was lost... poor EDITH BELARMINO ... went home in her denum jeans... without her skirt which somebody had intentionally scaramouched (must be a rabid souvenir hunter).. .when Edith was practicing in the softball diamond... incidentally, the Girl's softbelles (Continued on pane 50) the rich. I begged to live. I tell on my knees and craved for life but when a new lease was given me, 1 was suddenly lost. Like a beggar suddenly grown prosperous because ol eleemosynary indiscretion. What business had I living? What is life for? Among the hungry like you and me? Came the time when 1 also hit upon the consoling thought that if I cannot serve reality I can at least capture it with a pen. And out ol my disciplined sense of honesty, I tried to write a poem thus: i beg to live because i thought there would be so much to live for in the here and now and in the morrow. i should have gloated sucked prideful balls of air into the pit ol my slumbering stomach. but why, why should i laugh or sing when life is a joke at my expense, when i had no business being here in the first place... ? True, you have graduated and it shall not be far when I, too, shall be like you. But what is a diplo ma for? Is it a ticket to a better lile? Is it a covenant divorcing you from the life you were wont to live among waifs who slept on side walks, among beggars who couldn't afford the extravagance of protect ing their dirtied stomachs from the stings of heat and cold? You are ol us, Eddie, and the stigma is there. What I learn in school, I may not be able to use between the handles of a plow or over a pow dery mound of earth with camote leaves on top, but all these thoughts will, I hope, conspire to carve out a happy conclusion lor all of us. For a good book says that "as long as you have life, God has some use for you." At least my friend, Eddie Sultan, there is Someone I can give my life to. Your friend always, Narciso Bacur Page 18 THE CAROLINIAN ED. NOTE: The author is a member of the Catholic Truth Society, Metropolitan Cathedral Section; a faculty member of a local college; and is unusually concerned in the defense of his creed (hot he often publicly an swers charges against the Ca tholic Church. cHE GREATEST religious confusion ever known to the world is that of Martin Luther and his followers. The great tide of Protestantism rose when Martin Luther definitely fy and even change the teachings of the Catholic Church. His teaching that the Bible and the Bible alone is the only rule of faith is an open defiance of Christ Himself who established the Infal lible Teaching Body, the One, Holy, Catholic Apostolic Church. His be lief in this as God's institution should have necessitated him to believe Christ who promised the infallibi lity of that body. ’’. . .the gates of hell shall not prevail against it . . . beheld I am with you all days even to the consummation of the world (Matt. 16:18-19; 28:20)." the Lord emphasized. not by the holy Scriptures only." (Riv. Ap. Disc.) Luther's rejection of the Pope as the infallible head finds many vary ing fruits in terms of the different Protestant sects all disagreeing in the interpretation of the Bible. Hence, Puffendorf, an outstanding Protestant leader, intimates in the minds of his followers: The suppression of the author ity ol the Pope has sowed endless germs of discord in the world; as there is no longer any sovereign authority to determine the disputes which arise on all sides, we have seen the Protestants split among MflHTIN LUTHEH and HIS established his church in 1520. The world seemed to turn off balance upon that great apostate's teaching that the “Bible and the Bible alone is the rule of faith." Millions seemed to follow Luther and cried to the “four corners of the world" the private interpretation ol the Sacred Book. But, the apostate founder, Martin Luther, lived only to witness his followers in a very dishearten ing confusion. Year by year a member of the parent Lutheranism went out of the group and establish ed his own church. This confusion has been so severe that today the world witnesses more than three hundred Protestant "religious", fighting one another in matters of faith and morals. Thus Philip Melancthon, the most brilliant follower of Luther, bewailed: "The Elbe, with all its waters, could not furnish tears enough to weep over the miseries of the distracted (protest ant) Reformation." (Liber 11, Epis. 202). It is consoling to note that Luther believed in the Catholic Church to have been founded by Christ Him self, but a pity to say that he stumbled on his movement to modiCalvin, a great Protestant leader, admitted there is on earth only one infallible head who preserves unity of faith. He writes: "God has placed the seat of His worship in the center of the earth, and has placed there only the Pon fry. OKcAcefo- SaOitArh, tyuufuate School tiff, whom all may regard, the bet ter to preserve unity." (Calvin, Inst. 6, par. 11.) The Bible is not the sole rule of faith; it is not intended for one's private interpretation. On this fact Grotius, another Protestant leader, stresses: "The dogma of faith should be decided by tradition and the authority of the Church, and THE ROVING EYE . . . er we advocate a principle some what along the lines of the tenets laid by Cardinal Mindzentsy and lor them to say: I do not have to choose between my country; I find it quite simple; Love the one with out betraying the other." themselves, and tear their bowels with their own hands." (Puffendorf, de Monarch, Pont. Roman.) If the Protestants now belonging to different sects — they who advo cate the private interpretation ol the Bible and reject the authority of Rome -- only study and reflect on the commentaries of many a great Protestant leader, if they only cast out prejudices and have hearts un stained with indifference to the Ca tholic Church, they will come back to the Fold of Christ and be worthy ol St. Paul's address to the Romans: "To all that be in Rome, beloved of God... your faith is spoken through the whole world." (Rome: 1: 7-8). (Continued from pane 14) The Philippines has often been referred to as a small but terrible nation. The first to startle the whole world was the election of Carlos P. Romulo as President of the United Nations' Organization. Next was (Continued on pa ye 20) MARCH, 1954 Page 19 The Open • oh folksy folks, o Iola... for a while, we were fattening ourselves on a post-holiday sit-down strike and taking everything as easy as nothing else could be. we had salad time, too... not using our scalp except as a hatrack and as a dumping ground for low-priced cosmetics while the females were using theirs as pin cushions or as a rotund grandstand for bangs, horsetails, shingles and sculptured looks... the ed kind of begrudged this kind of bourgeosie comfort so he hooked our collarbone and coerced us into writing this valedictory, if we don't get the nomination for the nobel prize, it isn't our sin. and it ain’t their crime either if c-readers storm us with peashooters and all other kinds of ordnance... • the x'mas number of this mag arrived from the printers when the new year wasn't any too new because it had grown its first tooth, as if ('weren't bad enough, the cts printmen capped it off with a bally lot of boners which had fr. corda wincing like anything, g. sison's versified brainchild "the man... the tree" didn't tote his handle and then tummy ache's "man to man' figured in a mild case of aberratio ictus whatever the term is worth. • a lady friend repines that she cannot, for the life of her, understand men. she bemoans the fact that men act like sanctified tin gods with fluorescent halos over their heads only in their rehearsed moments, leave them to their devices, she sez, and men are really prize barbarians, now, this lady is a friend of ours and we certainly are in no frame of mind to spoil for a fight but since we have gone this far, we might just as well tell you that one of our waddies complains that he just can't encompass the female standard of thinking, women so he tells us always yammer about clothes but they seem to wear less and less everyday, to this we can add exactly zero except that we here would like to quote humph bogie who jubilantly exclaimed that "when the rising hemline and the plunging neckline finally meet, we husbands won't have to pay for the belt anymore." • ben carredo, contribeditor and erstwhile libarts prexy, gave the bachelors' circle a slight tremor when he made straight for the sto. rosario middle aisle last day of last year, could be that he wanted to honor the old year that way. the knot tying was shrouded in complete secrecy like it was an icc deal, although ben assures us that we woulda been given the invite if he knew we were around. • well, that's okeh by us but next time you do it, ben, have us in mind, now what did we say! • folks, do you hug your crooked knees and toss like mad in bed? are you an incorrigible insomniac? in other words, are you as goggle-eyed as an owl when you should be snoring half to death? then begorra, kiss your worries g'bye. go do yourself a big favor and arrange for a medical palaver with jpr who has just the real honest-to-goodness sleep-inducing gizmo, i don’t mind palming it off to you but one sure way of insuring enough sleep to out-rip rip-v-winkle himself is to read your lessons, think of it. have you ever noticed how sleepy you can get by just peering at your lectures? it’s easy as that and it doesn't cost a plugged cent, howbeit, if your abnormality is far worse than i wish it were, then go drink your self blotto! and if you hate to sleep late at night, sleep early at dawn, or don't sleep at all. like me. • boothblacks, like any other segment of humanity, do not like adverse publicity, it should evoke no surprise, therefore, that when they got gratuitous display in the pictorials as "some of the things not wanted," they cultivated a juvenile howl. (Continued on pai/e 36) Take lo the open air and spaces Where God exhales And disperses His forces among The wild flowers— Denude yourself of material falseness And go hiking . . . thumping with happy leet And train your vision to The higher powers. The blue, the gray, the yellow, And all the colors of earth and sky Deepen the senses And anchor the mind To the world of thought— Where the hiker is drawn to the Eternal. Yes, to the open, often go! THE ROVING EYE . . . (Continued from pane 19) the wedding of Miss Universe, Arini Kuusela to a Filipino, Gil Hilario. Just a few months ago, it has be come the meeting ground of the world's leading scientists. It was reported in the Collegian (UP) that about 300 delegates from 25 coun tries attended the 12-day science congress, which started last Novem ber 16, 1953. Among the countries represented were the United States, Australia, China, United Kingdom, Hawaii, Canada, Germany, Indone sia, Jopan, Netherlands, Denmark, France, Sweden, Italy, New Zea land, Thailand, India, and Indo china. Dr. Vidal Tan, in his inau gural address as president of the congress, reminded the scientists that they are the custodian of the great body of human knowledge with its two edges: one to destroy, the other to construct. The congress aimed to initiate and promote co operation in the study of scientific problems that affect the prosperity of the Pacific peoples. (Continued on pat/e 45) Page 20 THE CAROLINIAN VILLA AND GOD______________ (Continued from page 17) Villa's book of verse, the language is less abstruse, younger, more fluid, but already the fire is there. Prayer it has been said, is the highest type of mental activity that man is capable of. Communion with the Divine exacts strong de mands on the human spirit. One must divest himself of all kinds ol earthliness, make his soul and his body ready for the ultimate surren der. One does not simply press a button, and presto! His Divine Highness peeps behind a cumulus ready to hearken to the complaints of the sinning worm that is Man. In this prodigious undertaking, men tal preparation is not enough. Thus, the guilty Claudius in Hamlet, full of remorse form a crime that smell ed to high heaven says: Pray can I not. Though Inclination be as sharp as will; . . . Help, angels! make assay! Bow, stubborn knees, and, heart with strings of steel. Be soft as sinews ot the new-born babe! One must look deep into his heart and pray: Does a mirror forget? I believe It does not. I believe a mirror will not target If you come to It superb. Clear gaze of mirrors Towards the gaze of God: As the waters of Galilee Upholding the superb feet. —Have Come, Am Here, P. 121 The communicant must be clean and spotless as a mirror before he can gaze into the eyes of God. One must come to God superbly. Just as the waters of Galilee would up hold the Feet of Christ, so only the heart that is clear of all human baseness can mirror the image of God. ... the, inexact. Eyes, of. Soul, see, more; piercingly. —Volume Two, Poem 48. The qualifications are limned in better detail in Poem 51: Whose, God, will, enchant. Must, In, his, Inmost, grain, A, Luminance, contain: — An, Imperishable, Constant: Not, a vagrant, visitant Not, a, residue, of, pain, Not, a, promptee, of, gain: But, a, leal Resldant. The final preparation is told in Poem 16, Have Come, Am Here. In my desire to be Nude I clothed myself in fire:— Burned down my walls, my proot. Burned all these down. Emerged myself supremely lean Unsheated like a holy knife, With only His Hand to find To Hold me beyond annul. And found Him found Him found Him Found the Hand to hold me up! He held me like a burning poem And waved me all over the world. In the poet's desire to be utterly himself, he casts away all attach ments of the flesh. (“Burned down my walls, my roof...!'') He finds himself distilled to the maximum of spirituality, with only God to pre vent him. Having found God at last, God holds him up like a burn ing poem to wave all over the world. Speaking of technique, this lyric proves the effectiveness of the prin ciple of reverse rhyming: Nude with down, fire with roof, lean with annul, knife with find. Except for the noticeable straining of me up with poem, the effect beautiful making the wonder charm. ___ __ stanza is reminiscent of Shelley's whence That simile in is surprisingly uninitiate the particular the last ... .dome ot many-colored glass Stains the white radiance of eternity. —Shelley, "Adonais" The moment ol the first meeting is taut with suspense. Time itself seems to cease to move as the actors confront each other on the stage. Villa describes this convul sive moment: When I shall the first time seek my Life O God's three eyen shall burnen me, Till my clothes begin to fall And I His beginning nude am made. That first time shall burnen me His three eyes shall plercen met! Till at last my eyes in shreds I my beginning Life shall see. Yet perished this by His eyes three, I a nude and He my eyes! Deft my spiritual fingers weave Love the Incomparable Life. —Hove Come, Am Here, Poem 1 1 On God's omnipresence, sym bolized by His three eyes. Villa also thematizes in Poem 10, Have Come, Am Here. The beginning of understanding of Life with the un derstanding of God is expressed in the eyes' being torn to shreds. God finally conquers man in his spiritual nakedness. It is only after this con quest that man begins to under stand, to love, and to live. (Continued on page 47) Take my advice: Go see the other columns first... preferably Buddy's On La Devel... er, ON DA LEVEL. G’wan, move. Don't rust. About that guy BQ, he has the gimmick to increase... or decrease, your power. And if you're lucky to have survived his logomachy, then drop in on this corner sometime and help us twiddle our thumbs about........ The next Intramural games. What could we possibly get out of it... if we are to base that quizzer on yes terday's rock-a-bye monotony that was the "infra-boring" basketball games? Well if you have, don't tell it to the marines. Meanwhile, if you care, let's hear mine. I wouldn't guarantee its ingenuity (I was never that much, any way) but I can assure you of its being an idea. Take it or ditch it. I won't holler. Wouldn't it be a zowie of an idea to hand out prizes to the deserving teams? Por ejemplo: A toothpick party for the champions, or, a couple of shiny brickbats Io the dirtiest play ing team. It would even be a cute idea to give kewpie dolls to the clean est playing team. En otras palabras, let's give them something worth their scraped knees. That ought to stimulate something. Another thing. Prizes should not be given only to the teams if we can afford to flatter the individual players with prizes as a token of our appre ciation of their abilities. What I mean is this: Let's give something to the in dividual stars of the game. It will encourage them to do more... to develop what hidden ability they might have. For example, the most valuable player of each team gets a medal; and the roughest player, well, brass knuc kles. The bench-warmer deserves a sofa. Or something like that. Just to inject life into the games. For the sake of spirit. It's fun I tell you. Of course these are all suggestions. If you don't like it, don't. I won't bolt our party. MARCH, 1954 Page 21 • d. fRom fl STODflU’S Fingers (To a girl at the piano) These are lovely, little white doves Hitting sprightly, trippling, tripping On the song-enchanted keyboard, on the black and ivory keys. Oh, what ecstacy has wakened from these lingers, ripping, ripping The deep silence ol this chamber with its multi melodies. Are they singing of the Howers in their gaytime in the Maytime, Flowers happy with young sunshine, heavy with soft April rain? Are they Hinging notes of songbirds in their playtime in the daytime? Do they dream ol love returning or the forgetting of pain? Now they slide along the keyboard like brookwater on the pebbles; Do they sing ol joys forbidden. do they tell ol loves unsaid? What thing haunts them as they glide on with pianissimos and trebles? Is the heart within the fingers, are the keys alive or dead? I forget that you are playing and I hear your fingers only, Skipping lightly on the keyboard like so many happy birds! And I listen rapt in wonder, and my heart though sad and lonely. Smiles and steps with your bird-fingers, and my lips are reft ol words! THE CONSTITUTIONAL GUARANTEE OF FREEDOM OF RELIGION................ (Ten C4nt« t® my nam®. How biot tomorrow ?) THE BHX OF RIGHTS ... JANUARY 1, 1954 — It's New Year today. Time for some resolutions. I resolve to be a good and conscientious student. 1'11 show my old man that I've got the worth ol his money tucked up in my head. I'll work hard to impress my prol — that stuffed shirt! I'll make that skirt-clad pompaloof in our class sit up and take notice that I'm decidedly better equipped mentally than she is. (That'll cause. . . or might coax her to be romantically bunkered in my favor after all these weeks.) I shall abstain from the pleasures of the world. 1'11 desert the night clubs and nevermore touch a bottle of rum. I'll start studying today. And when 1 study, I'll leave no word undigested. (Just a second, the phone's ringing... Hello?... Oh, yes, Johnny?.... Outing party?.... Well, sorry, old boy! I've got lessons to attend. . . . Sorry, I. . . . So. . . . Who?. . . . Elma? You mean the gal with the inch-long lashes?.... The cute number with the hair you'd refuse stardusts to trade for? The single crea tion you might call a divine masterpiece?. . . . Johnny, Old boy, you've got yourself a party goer!) JANUARY 2, 1954 — What a party! What a party! Broke up at three A.M....... Time in the Philippines now, ten minutes before lunch hour. What a sleep! Ah, well. I've got all afternoon to study anyhow. That book on Criminal Procedure we'll go through tonight is a danged good piece of legislative gymnastics. But I'll get it all straightened out so good that professor would wish he were out planting potatoes somewhere! (Continued, on page Page 22 THE CAROLINIAN Demosthenes Gumalo ... The Star For Him Q. O. 73. d. SditM, ★ When the plaudits ol a proud university were heaped upon the 1953 USC Corps of Cadets, a minor furor was raised among top-level ROTC greats and near-greats who were spoiling to take a crack at the high chair. It was decidedly a tough situation lor a while, marked by sharp but friendly com petition among aspirants whose names were bandied around by supporters and boosters. It occasioned little surprise, if at all, when, in the face of rivalry, Demosthenes Gumalo was elevated to the highest post of the Corps. The ROTC brass as well as the officer's circle knew that here was a man who invited notice and whose talents, if recognized and given sanction, would bring USC fruitful results in terms of the reputation which was set at its peak by former Corps Commander Cosme Mirabueno. The present commander knows it's a knotty job to be the repository of a glorious past and to uphold that past. He knows that, because of the responsibility entrusted upon him, there should be no half-hearted efforts to get another star for San Carlos. And a star he's going tc net. Keep watching! - bq COMMANDING OFFICER FIRST FA BATTALION Commanding the 1st FA Bn of the Corps this year is a lanky, knuckle-bent, well geared gentle man with a tall commanding per sonality. Harsh voiced but kind hearted, Cdt. Lt Col Zosimo Y Tangan, FA reflects a military bearina so fitting and proper for an effective Bn Commander. A native of Medi na, Misamis Oriental, Cdt Lt Cel Tangan graduated from Mt. Carmel High School as Cdt 2nd Lt in the PMT organization of that school. Because of his exceptionally tall bearing and ability to command respect from the men in the ranks he was issued immediate promotion to Cdt T Sgt. FA in his first days in the school-year 1950-1951. Having shown much enthusiasm and esprit de corps he was on the next year made Cdt 2d Lt and ably command ed the 2nd platoon of "Baker" Btry. Having maintained and shown greater prestige and honor in theor(Continued on pat/e !, ') Cdt. Major Desiderio I.. Ando Cdv. Col. Demosthenes Gumalo . Corps Commander MARCH, 1954 Page Charlie’s * • fyMia Jeued corn The Author • ..er with NACHI SALCEDO They're sick and tired of it. We're sick and tired of it. I'm sick and tired of it. NON-COOPERATION! That's the word. In hifallutin lingo: lack of esprit de corps or nonCarolinianism. It happens all the time. They ride on your neck and stay there whenever a job has to be done and done in a hurry. It happens when there's a stage to be done over for a show, or booths to be fixed for a campus fiesta, or a meeting to be held for important student matters, or a cheer ing to be performed when our best team is doing the highground; it happens whenever student participation is required for any activity that involves anything outside of the class room schedule. We re just stubborn, indifferent. We prefer to feel that we come to school on our own steam and for our own glory, independently of the rest. And for so long as our grades are sailing high, let the rest of them go buy a peanut. Isn't that an utterly great mistake? It's a mistaken notion to think we come to school to learn by ourselves, for the benefit of ourselves alone. Students in school are supposed to work as a body, dependently of each other when it comes to keeping the alma mater always a step ahead of the rest of them. We are destined to serve our God, our country and our people, ultimately, in whatever vocation we choose — and we can never achieve that end without first getting acquainted with the ways by which we can ably do so; the ability to follow instructions, to say Yes and really bend down to it; the courage to perform any task assigned as if it were a challenge; the consistency in grinding on and on till the com pletion of the work; the patience, the perseverance and the ambition to keep that load of responsibility on our shoulders all the way through for as long as it is expected to be there and to make of it a tool with which to carve out an achieve ment that shall bear glory for those around us and for our selves. The Shreds I Claim You wonder at my thoughts and I must grope lor words, Which are thoughts no more, nor like the musicmaker's chords; The mind denies phrases with their animation, The days are nights deserted by imagination. And even erstwhile dream laces that, smiling in the night, Still smiles but smiles unhonored, its beauty lost to sight. Yet there was a time when I could have grasped a star, And like a dreamer sealed it in a jar. But that was long ago when sailing with child thoughts On ocean vessels, while launching paper boats Down a street canal alter the rain. And the patter Ol bare feet are gone. Ah, what is the matter. With allections that reproach the mind For its practicality which denies some Kind ol comlort. But let me tell you one thought not unknown— That the star that long ago Irom me has flown. Is within my grasp, if only out of dreams were bom Poems, and were I the poet—even one forlorn. Well, those may be lines picked from a book somewhere, but they’ve got weight. A lot of it lhat we need. They spell guts — and these we generally are badly wanting of. With out which we are a football player out in the field in a bath ing suit — no gears to lessen the bumps, no helmet to keep our skulls from getting battered when the heat of the fight That's the point I want to get across. Look at it from either side and you'll find the same shooma on the spirit in working as a team, esprit de corps, cooperation, Carolinianism, pure and simple. Like what that smart guy said: "No man is an island unto himself..." Someways, somehow, you'll need help from your neighbors and your neighbors will need yours. That's how to get along. That's how to click with the ffair and finesse of this world of men. In conclusion, let's get together now, from here on in, let's knuckle down and keep things moving, get things done— one holds a hammer, the other a saw, or a chisel or a plane, and let's all put in our share of the job in building up that spirit of unity to keep our San Carlos U safe on the pedestal of distinction which she deserves. That way, the Wisdom up there will certainly look upon us and sort of say That's because you remember that I only help you when you help yourselves. Page 21 THE CAROLINIAN fDazade GRANDIOSE Z^ietiiiiiil ^feetion Exhibits LIBERAL ARTS TOPS TSeetks NORMAL COLLEGE TOPS <^-ebtu.a.tti 1^-21 THEY'RE ALL HERE: Front row, left to right: Vicky Manguera, Anita Maambong, Fronie Alerre, Miss Carmen Camara (Adviser), Fely Manzano, Caring Arpon, Remedios Fiel. Rear, same order: Nilda Pestano, Perla Goyeneche, Araceli Gonzales, Josie Marcon, Fidela Marquez, Conching Lim, Delia Aparis, Helen Hautea, Asuncion Mallare and Ciony Perez, N°'"1 Out CAI Notice the banadi and the tricky ARACELI GONZALES Corps Adjutant Sponsor STELLA PENALES Corps Sponsor ETTE n the background . . . rative driftwood ... ^-Loats . . . ALL DEPARTMENTS — Marvelous LIBERAL ARTS — Most Artistic COMMERCE — Most Symbolic (Jf antes . . . LIBERAL ARTS WINS fDtOtytants . . . SPLENDID "Oisitois . . . THRILLED HEN I was in the grade school we had a teacher who because she was unmarried occupied herself con stantly with the How To and How Not To bring up her school children to be good and worthy ci tizens. She put a lot of parental gymnastics to it that it soon became a pain in my neck. But this ccnJltz. (Lltaiznuut, elusion I coudn't realize until she reversed her gears and went to work on me. She made me say "Nnnnh" in the morning to see if I'd brushed my teeth; she looked at my hands, my fingernails, behind my ears, the seat of my pants, my shoelaces and even searched among my hair for for eign objects which would evidence my failure to take a bath. But she did not teach me to say "Good morning, teacher!" She preferred that I'd intone: "Good morning, my dear professor; a very fine day, isn't it, if I may say?" Now there was a reason behind this which transformed that chapter ol my boy hood days into one which I would want my biographer to delete. She wanted me to become a president. Now, to become a president, one has to start from the bottom—as a small-size president. That was to be my ambition then. And she was pretty meticulous about it. Pretty patient for her age. Age? She was beginning to have a lot of it. If she were honest about her age her birthday cake would be a fire ha zard. Which perhaps coaxed the little man at the back of my head to say Give her a break; if people knew she was partly responsible for your astounding success in life she will have a pedestal all to her self; you know, her fishing is bound to be easier then. So that was it. I became pres ident of the Sixth Grade Class. When I passed on to First Year High she was no longer there. But she knew where I lived and lost no time in reminding me about my presidency. Consequently, I was elected president of my class. So again in the next year's class. And so on, and so on, it became a bad habit. I can pass this to you now. It's not good business to be president, —of the Philippines, maybe, yes. There you don't need much quali fications. Just be a popular Knock on the Seventh Wall and the elec tor's heart will turn out a double flip for you. Then you can buy yourself a lot of things: beds.. .. But a schoolroom president! Look, I DECLINE it goes like this. First, the teacher calls a meeting of all her students. Then she delivers a speech about leadership, cooperation, and class funds. While she's at it, every body's aching to prove himself— even willing to pass cokes around for you know what. Somebody (Zedat Jt. QUetta, gives you a pat on the back, your name is called out, it gets written on the blackboard and you are nominated. Before you know it, hands are in the air for you and you get elected. Then you find yourself in front of the class for a speech. But you're shaking like an African in the North Pole, your tongue re fuses to budge at first until you manage to cough out one word, and then another, and your speech is done—impromptu! So then your name is printed in the school paper. Now comes the humdinger. You've got a program in your hands. The teacher fixes a date and you fix your cranial region on how to get cooperation. Coopera tion? Who invented that word, any way? You'll wind up being a Stage Committee, Ushers Commit tee, Refreshments Committee, Invi tations Committee—all by yourself. A one-man working outfit. And when the coffers are flung open for contributions, don't think they'll pour in. They'll trickle in if you're lucky. But most often than not, you'll have to ask for a three month's allowance in advance from Papa in order to cover the deficien cy. When the affair comes at last, you're all in, washed out, plunkered, bashed in, tapooshed! But that's not the end. You'll have to stand on the stage yet and be Mas ter of Ceremonies. You'll hear ap plause in your ears for you and your instincts somehow maneuvers your jaw into giving way for a grin, your weas kneeken, that is, your knees weaken, you feel your stom ach, the intestines inside suddenly get pasted together. But you hear ■ ■ ■ The Aathor the little man at the back ol your head say Go on, stupid! And then you hear yourself blurt out the first few lines of the speech you memorized and the rest becomes a subject for Campuscrats. You, then, conclude you've had a day. So you go home. You sit down to supper, try to eat, fail. You stand up, go to bed, try Io sleep, fail. You walk around until its morning and it's time to go to school. You dress up, proceed to hobbledybang out of the room and trudge to school where you go see a clerk about your school status. He hands you a piece of card. You (Continuetl on page 52) MARCH, 1954 Page 29 use news____________ use • VSC Successful Barristers (Class of 1953-1954) Jose Azcarraga, Jr., Francisco Borromeo, Francisco Cortes, Vicente Delfin, Agusto Derecho, Temistocles Diez, Ethelbert Kintanar, Jose Lu cero, Bienvenido Mabanto, Ramon Malixi, Isidro Mondragon, Timoteo Omay, Cesar Sol, Sabiniano Vasquez, Romula de la Victoria and Jose Villasin. • Previous Year's Graduates Successful Barristers Crescenciano Canete, Agustin Cimafranca, Mrs. Catalina Monteroyo, Bartolome Ochabillo, Vicente Pelaez, Jr., Tomas Taboada, Iluminado Tale. • Successful Board Examinees (College of Pharmacy) Caridad Abao, Teresita Almocera, Julieta Bermudez, Linda Cinco, Adlina Decenteceo, Natividad Cumboc, Loreta Macasero, Gaudiosa Mangubat, Amparo Montecillo, Milagros Pareja, Leonora Penserga, Natividad Ramon, Editha Roxas, Dionisia Sira, Indalecia Tio, Tere sita Ybud, Crescenciana Lim, and Maxima Pung. • College of Engineering Bachelor of Science in Civil Engineering: Angel Burgos, Antonio Jaronilla, and Miss Remedios Salazar. Bachelor of Science in Mechanical Engineering: Sotero Cadongog. Certified Plant Mechanic: Eliseo Linog. • First Regional Congress of the Legion of Mary For the first time in this part ol the country, various legionaries from within the Archdiocese of Cebu united themselves together in a five-day regional congress held in Cebu City from the 26th to the 30th of December, last. The University of San Carlos acting as host, welcomed these men and women devoted to the Blessed Mother with a profound sense of brotherhood as evidenced by the untiring efforts of the legionaries of the various praesidia in the Univer sity. ^|onor ftoll COLLEGE OF LAW (LI.B.) 1. Heber Catalan, 1.69 (Cum Laude) COLLEGE OF LIBERAL ARTS General Course (A.B.) 1. Tereso Edo .— 1.33 (Cum Laude) PREPARATORY LAW COURSE (A.A.) 1. Cristino Abasolo, Jr..................... 1.24 (With highest honors) 2. Cromwell Rabaya ................... 1.34 (With high honors! COLLEGE OF EDUCATION (B.S.E.) 1. Consuelo Bawasanta ............... 1.36 (Magna Cum Laude! 2. Concepcion Jakosalem ........... 1.38 (Magna Cum Laude! 3. Gloria Jayme ......................... 1.53 (Cum Laude) 4. Socorro Cerilles ..................... 1.55 (Cum Laude) COLLEGE OF COMMERCE (B.S.C.) 1. Febes Tan.................................... 1.24 (Magna Cum Laude) 2. Alejandro Tubo ......................... 1.34 (Magna Cum Laude) CERTIFICATE OF SECRETARIAL SCIENCE (C.S.S.) 1. Florencio Dalocanog ............... 1.16 (With high honors I 2. Mrs. Margarita ......... 1.47 (With high honors) COLLEGE OF PHARMACY (B.S.Pharm.) (Midterm Grades) 1. Rosita Ty ................................... 1.05 2. Maria Milagros Lee....................1.18 3. Fe Ceniza .................................... 1.64 4. Floreslta Gucor......................... 1.69 Guided by their bishops and spiritual directors, men and women of different walks of life — mostly coming from the islands of Leyte, Bohol, Samar, Cebu, Manila, and other provinces of the Philippines instrumented the success of the congress by mapping out a general policy of the activities that the leVIOLETA DEJORAS ... The lady eloquent (See sloe,/ on pa./e 39) gionaries were to carry out in honor of the Blessed Mother. On December 26, the registra tion of the official delegates began at the University of San Carlos which lasted until noon ol the fol lowing day. In the afternoon of De cember 27, the formal opening of the congress was marked by the blessing of the legion exhibits con sisting in pictures and paintings which portrayed the different works of legionaries displayed at the third floor of the USC main building. The blessing was performed by His Ex cellency, Most Rev. Julio R. Rosales, D.D., Archbishop of Cebu. The general features carried on by the congress were: 1. Opening prayers which were recited at the start of every meet ing. 2. Address by Most Rev. Julio R. Rosales, D.D., remarks by: Rev. Fr. Manuel Garcia, C.M. Laureate Member and Spiritual Director, Senatus of the Philippines, Most Rev. Teopisto V. Alberto, D.D., Bishop of Sorsogon, Rt. Rev. Lesmes Ricalde, Protonotary Apostolic, V.G. Diocese of Palo; and sermon of Most Rev. Manuel Yap, D.D., Bishop of Bacolcd. 3. General Sessions, where dis cussions were conducted regarding the purpose of the legion, the legion and the parish, legionary loyalty, the apostolate of the dejected poPAGE 30 THE CAROLINIAN news___________ use News pulation, and subjects on legion extension and visitation. 4. Benedictions of the Blessed Sacrament at the USC Chapel and at the Redemptorist Church. 5. Masses and General Com munion at the Cebu Metropolitan Cathedral and at the San Nicolas Parish Church. 6. Curia Executive Meetings which were attended by Senatus Officers, Comitium Officers, Senior and Junior Officers with their Spirit ual Directors. 7. Junior Officers' Meeting of the Junior praesidia. 8. Banquet for Legionaries at the Archbishop Grounds. 9. Executive luncheon offered by the Cebu Curia for the Sena tus, Comitium and Curia Officers. At the adjournment of the Con gress, a 'Pontifical Mass was held at the Cebu Metropolitan Cathedral officiated by His Excellency, Most Rev. Julio R. Rosales, D.D., Arch bishop of Cebu, followed by the procession of the Blessed Sacrament inside the Cathedral — a.p.a.jr. • Graduate School Commended by Public Library Head In an official correspondence re ceived by Rev. Fr. R. Rahmann, S.V.D., Dean, Graduate School, he was congratulated by Dr. Luis Montilla, Director of the Bureau of Public Libraries, Manila, for the four master's theses which he sent as donation of the authors to the Na tional Library (Bureau of Public Libraries) in Manila. These theses were written by the following former students of the Graduate School: Catalina Bucad, Matilde Garcia, Carmen Rodil and Eustacia Savellon. Dr. Montilla expressed his appre ciation for "the untiring efforts you have shown in encouraging your students to write on Philippine pro blems. ..." The Secretary of the Graduate School of U. P., Dr. Cecilio Lopez, stated in a letter which he wrote to Fr. Rahmann that the subjects "sound first rate to me as master's theses." Interviewed by this reporter. Rev. Fr. Rahmann stressed that the research activities and projects of the Graduate School of the Univer sity of San Carlos has been extend ed so far to the following fields: Utitbersitp of S*an Orfo# CEBU CITY Offers the following Courses: 1. POST GRADUATE COURSES in Education and English (M.A.), and Business Administration (M.S.B.A.) 2. LAW (LL.B.) 3. LIBERAL ARTS AND SCIENCES Pre-Medicine (A.A ), Pre-Law & General (A A ). (two years) Pre-Dentistry (two years) Pre-Nursing (One year) General four-year courses: Arts & Philosophy type (A.B.) with any of the following fields of Specialization: English, Spanish, History or any Social Science, Philosophy. Science type (B.S.) with fields of specialization in Chemistry, Physics, Zoology and Mathematics. 4. COMMERCE (B.S.C.) with Accounting, Management, Eco nomics, General Business and Banking and Finance, as major fields. 5. EDUCATION (B.S.E.) with the following majors: English, Spanish, National Language, Biology, General Science, Physics, Mathematics, Economics, History, Library Science, Retail Merchandising, Home Economics, Phy sical Education. 6. ENGINEERING Civil Engineering (B.S.C.E.) Mechanical Engineering (B.S.M.E.) Electrical Engineering (B.S.E.E.) Chemical Engineering (B.S.Ch.E.) Architecture (B.S. Arch.) 7. PHARMACY (B.S.Pharm.) 8. HOME ECONOMICS (B.S.H.E.); (E.T.C.-H.E.) 9. NORMAL COLLEGE (B.S.E.Ed.) 10. SECRETARIAL SCIENCE (C.S.S.). one year course, collegiate level. 11. HIGH SCHOOL: Academic, General and Home Economics Type. High School exclusively for boys High School exclusively for girls High School for night students 12. INTERMEDIATE, PRIMARY, and KINDERGARTEN. Official Enrolment for the 1954 Summer Quarter Begins March 29, 1954 Classes Commence April 1, 1954 MARCH, 1954 Page 31 usc news____________use The USC Symphony Orchestra ... “to soothe the savage breast" ... 1. Literature. Besides the con ducting of studies in the Philippine Literature in English, special stress is laid on the study of the CebuVisayan language and its literature. It is hoped also that the vernacular literature of other Visayan Islands will be studied. 2. Folklore. The Graduate School is trying to specialize more in the study of Visayan folklore and of the preliterate population groups of the Southern Philippines. 3. Educational Problems. The Province and City of Cebu are given special consideration. (In all three fields a number of studies have been completed.) 4. The Graduate School will soon conduct studies of socio-eco nomic nature, especially for- Cebu and other islands in the Visayas in general as well as for Mindanao. • First VSC Debating Chib Organised The long dream of U.S.C. stu dents to form a debating club was at last realized when the U.S.C. Audio-Visual Hall was jampacked by students taking English 4 and by other interested students taking different courses who formed the first U.S.C. Debating Club. This has been made possible through the efforts of Mrs. Bernardita Valen zuela. Considered to be the most hotly contested since November 10 — complete with charges and counter charges, bombastic speeches and walk outs — the election resulted to the choice of Mr. Primitivo V. Lara, Jr. as President with a com fortable margin over his closest rival, Mr. Orlando Fua. Other officers elected were: Fe lipe Verallo, Jr., vice-president; Ledinila Amigable, secretary; Helen Tabla, treasurer; Cesario A. Melia, PRO; B. Esmas and D. Gumalo, Sgt - at-arms. Under the advisorship of Atty. Comelio Faigao, Mrs. Bernardita Valenzuela and Atty.' Mario Ortiz, the USC Debating Club made its debut by holding a symposium on "The Role of Youth in a Democracy" recently. Five speakers gave the audience the proper answers to their questions. This well-attended affair was the first of its kind ever held in the USC campus. Miss Mercedes Gantuangko, speaking on education and repre senting the English 4 students cop ped the prize as first best speaker. The second prize went to Mr. Felipe Verallo, Jr. of Atty. Ortiz's class, who discussed the role of youth in religion. The third best speaker was Mr. Cesario A. Melia represen tative of Mrs. Valenzuela's class, who spoke on Politics. Other speak ers were Miss Ledinila Amigable, on Social Welfare and Mr. Matias Cabiling, Jr. on Labor. The success of the symposium was greatly implemented by Mr. Primitivo V. Lara, Jr., president of the club. Miss Lucita Salazar's beautiful voice and the classic songs of Eddie Pascual were well appreciated by the audience. Both singers were accompanied on the piano by Vic Zosa. The board of judges was com posed of Mrs. Avelina Gil, chairman; Miss Lourdes Varela and Atty. Catalino Doronio, members. Prizes for the three best speakers were don ated by the three advisers of the club. • VSC Symphony Orchestra in Christmas Concert The select voices of the 150 — voice mixed chorus presented by the USC Symphony Orchestra made a big hit at the Eladio Villa Stadium during a Christmas concert held there at 8:00 o'clock P.M. last De cember 13. Rev. Fr. Joseph Graisy, S.V.D., Director of Music, conducted. In the Inanovici “Waves of the Danube" and Strauss “Blue Da nube" performed by the orchestra and chorus, the public went “wild." The Schubert Unfinished Symphony and the Boildue Overture were also well applauded. The vocal rendi tions by Mimi Trosdal of “Echo Song" and "Carnival of Venice" received prolonged applause from the house. Other soloists who de serve commendations for their ex ceptional performances are Willie Fermin, Enrique Diola, Vicente Abellon, as well as Expedito Bugarin and Felicisimo Guerrero, who were members of the string en semble and Patrocinio Perez and Lourdes Sala, piano accompanists. The affair was sponsored by the Kappa Lambda Sigma and Sigma Phi Rho Sororities. Mrs. Bernardita B. Valenzuela and Miss Amparo Rodil, respectively, are the advisers of these USC Sororities. • Former Girls Hi’ Head to Finish Ph.D. in Education Rev. Fr. Edward Norton, former director of the USC Girls High School, will finish his Ph.D. in Edu cation on June, 1955 at the Chicago University in the United States. He hopes to return to the PhilipPAGE 32 THE CAROLINIAN news BART DE CASTRO CESAR MELLA News Editors usc news pines to be with the Carolinians again after he finishes his Doctor ate's degree. Rev. Fr. Norton obtained his M.A. in Education degree at the Catholic University in Washington D.C. • Another Grade-Maker Crispin G. Castillo, former gra duate of the University of San Carlos with a degree of B.S.C., was commissioned to 2nd Lieutenant in the Armed Forces of the Philippines. His name was finally released in Gen. Order No. 376, GHQ, dated December 10, 1953. • 404 Graduates to Participate in March Commencement Exercises A total of 404 students will par ticipate at the commencement ex ercises to be held on March 26, 1954, the Registrar's office an nounced. The official list of candidates for graduation shows the following number of students who are to re ceive their degrees, titles and cer tificates: LL.B., 22; Liberal Arts, 55 (Pre-Law, 20; Pre-Med, 18; A.B., 13, and B.S. Zoology, 4); B.S.E., 80; B.S.H.E., 23; E.T.C.-H.E., 12; One Year Special H.E., 1; B.S. Pharmacy, 39; B.S.C., 76; A.C.S., 1; C.S.C., 83; B.S.C.E., 6; B.S.M.E., 5 and B.S.E.E., 1. Preparation for the series of act ivities of the graduating class is in full swing. The traditional Bacca laureate Mass at the USC Chapel will mark the opening ol the gra duation ceremonies. • USC Engineering Students Pass PAF Exams Three second year Engineering students passed the PAF written entrance examinations given last November 15. Jacobo Asuncion (CE), Rudy Ratcliffe (ME), and Wilfredo A. Campos (ME) were in formed by telegram that they passed the written entrance exam ination and were requested to re port to the PAF Hqs. at Nichols Air Base, Rizal, for final physical exam inations and interview by the Board on Admission. Only two, however, were admitted to the flying school. Campos was disqualified after going thru the rigid physical and medical examinations. Incidentally, the newly formed (Continued on page 39) Officers and advisers of the USC Debating Club make a pose after their symposium. Left to right: seated: Felipe Verallo, Jr„ vice-president; Primitivo Lara, Jr., president; Cesario Melia, PRO. Standing, same order: Ledinila Amigable, secretary; Atty. Mario Ortiz, Mrs. Bernardita Valenzuela. Atty. Cornelio Faigao, advisers; Mercedes Gantuangko, selected Best Speaker. Officers of the NOSA, an organization of youth from Negros Oriental, who are students in the different schools in the city. Photo shows the elected officers, all Carolinians. Sitting, left to right: Gil Vergara, adviser; Alma Valencia, secretary; Jose Villanueva, president; Natividad So. treasurer; Gorgonio Gumalo, vice-president. Standing, same order: Orlando Fua, PRO; Andres Gayo, peace officer; B. Bayawa, coordinator and Honorlo Aranas, peace officer. MARCH, 1954 Page 33 Congressman Miguel Cuenco was unanimously elected cis the ' Most Distinguished Alumnus of the Year" by the Tower Committee of USC's Alumni Association. His election was based on personal merits and '■ii the following points: ( 1 ) He champions the cause of clean and honest government; ( 2 ) he has an outstanding record in Congress; ( 3 ) he has always been faithful to USC as shown by his constcnt at tendance in the affairs of the USC Alumni Association and his having spoken in many instances before the student body of USC; and ( 4 ) he champions the cause of Re ligion by constantly defending the rights of the Church in Congress. Records show that Hon. Miguel Cuenco was the first Dean of the University of San Carlos' College of Law when the law college was founded in 1937. He also obtained his A.B. degree here. This Congressman from the Fifth Hon. MIGUEL CUENCO ... public service in good faith. Lability of any individual without having to secure any authority from the President. He defended the Catholic Church and fought for her rights during the controversy of the Church with some of our seifconcerned public officials. Congress man Cuenco has been fighting and is continuing his crusade for the welfare and progress of the coun try but never cnce for his own per sonal benefits nor that of his family as was evidenced when he sup ported a measure which resulted to the disadvantage of his family's transportation business. As a student. Congressman Mi guel Cuenco has an irrefutable rec ord. He took his bar before he was 21 years old. While yet unquali fied for entry to the Philippine Bar, on account of his age, he continued his Master’s Degree in Law at Har vard University in the United States. In recognition of his educational background, travel, age and wide Congressman Miguel Cuenco, Picked As USC's M®st Distinsuished Alumnus outstanding personalities and suc cessful alumni of the University. In the practice of law, in business and in Congress he has always distin guished himself proficiently. In Congress, he presented laudatory Cedatia 9KMa bills, like the one authorizing Con gress to investigate the income tax and sufficient experience, the USC's "Most Distinguished Alumnus" was selected chairman of the Commit tee of Foreign Affairs upon the start of our new Congress. Librarian-Clerks Middle-Aisle It First wedding news for the month of December was the CASTILLO-SEVERINO nuptials solemnized at the Slo. Rosario Church last December 26th. The bride-groom is presently enrolled in the Department of Commerce, while the bride-elect is employed as librarian clerk in the auspicious USC Library. Another librarian-clerk followed suit when ROMAN MAGALLON got hitched to EPIFANIA LABRADO, a USC employee, whose marriage was solemnized at the Sto. Rosario Church on January 16. After the ceremonies, breakfast and luncheon were served ot the bride s residence. December 29 saw another active Carolinian, BEN CARREDO exchange mar(Contimu<l OH next pape column .‘1) Bulicatin, Paraguya Walk The Aisle GUADALUPE PARAGUYA of Tubigon, Bohol, exchanged marriage vows with TIBURCIO BULICATIN of the same town at 7:00 o'clock Saturday morning, January 9, at the Tubigon Catholic Church. Page 31 THE CAROLINIAN The bride and groom are graduates of the College of Education of the Univ ersity of San Carlos. They are presently teaching in the Holy Cross Academy in Tubigon, Bohol. Officiating the nuptial rites were: Fr. Matthias M. Weber, S.V.D., director of Holy Cross Academy, as officiating priest; Fr. Alphonse M. Mildner, S.V.D., rector of Immaculate Heart Seminary in Tagbilaran, Bohol, as acting deacon; Fr. William Neuhoefer, S.V.D., director of Saint Paul's Academy of Inabanga, Bohol, acting as .subdeacon. High Mass after the nuptial rites fol lowed. Cesarea Paraguya acted as maid of honor and Hilarion Flores, best man. Sponsors were Judge Teofilo Mascariiias, Felix Algodon, Mrs. Paternal Dual and Mrs. Epifania Lao. The bridesmaids and their escorts were: Salvacion Mison, Jovita and Jesusa Para guya, Antonio, Pedrito and Juanito Pa raguya. Flower girls were Necifora and Flora Paraguya. And Santos Paraguya, the youngest in the family, acted as ring bearer. He received also his first holy Communion. After the ceremonies breakfast was served at the residence of Mr. Hipolito Paraguya, the bride's uncle. Mr. and Mrs. TIBURCIO BULICATIN ... the tie shall be secure. LIBRARIAN-CLERKS . . . (Continued from paye rioge vows with Miss CLARITA VELEZ of Cebu City, at the Sto. Rosario Church. Ben Carredo is the Executive Editor of Cebu's Morning Times, a newspaper. Before he was graduated with the degree of Bachelor of Arts in Philosophy last semester, Ben was the president of the Liberal Arts organization. The month of February saw again Sir Stork visit the nurseries of two as sistant-librarian, Mrs. NENITA SY (Nee Nenita Po). Ditto on RICARDA SAN CHEZ who was blessed with a seven pound bouncing baby boy. Mr. & Mrs. Sanchez will name their "little dividend'' Gil. Have You Heard . .. ? Marla Arias and Mommy. “It's a miracle!" By /pr Sir Stork visited the nursery of our beloved Registrar. For the first time since their marriage thirteen years ago, Mr. & Mrs. Jose V. Arias leaned on a crib, their welcoming eyes transfixed at their brand new bouncing baby boy. Joe confided that only faith and prayer made this "miracle" possible. Emilio B. Aller our erstwhile "C" Ed left last February 1st for the U.S. as (Continued on puye 52) MARCH, 1954 Page 35 Sti/uLent Qathofa. .Action "JokeA Ta “Ghe. High TtoatLl ------------------------------------------- :-------- (Continued from page 15)---------------------------------------------------------ment, the Student Catholic Action, was formally launched by promi nent student leaders from Cebu's leading campuses. . . . The follow ing were elected: Bartolome de Cas tro, president; Elmo Famador, Jose Logarta, vice-presidents; Benj. Alino, treasurer; Eduardo Gandiongco and Dionisio Lacaron, press rela tions officers ..." The election over, a discussion on the cooperation of school admi nistrations cropped up. Fr. Bustos took hand in this matter, and agreed to see some heads of educational institutions to drum up their in terest. Alter a very revealing exchange of verbal fireworks, the conferees buckled down to the last item in the agenda. Rev. Fr. Enrique Schoenig, S.V.D. USC's dean of re ligion, delivered a "sizzling" talk on the need of personal holiness for leaders if they desire to radiate the same virtue in the student environ ment. ON DA LEVEL . ■ ■ lheir protestations must have been given a sympathetic audience and the ban must have been relaxed because the s-boys are still doing commerce at the univ entrance. • our varsity gamestars who have matured on the ccaa hardcourt will retire into somnolent obscurity but we won't forget the yeoman service they did by hanging onto the season s gonfalon which they won by the skin of teeth, even if they didn't exactly have halcyon time fighting for the title, they nevertheless plugged away as best they could and were crowned champs, coach baring is one man who doesn't scare easy, as a basketball strategist, he can count his peers on the lingers of his left hand, but as manuel baring, the man, he stands alone. • dateline tadoban city: st. paul's femmelandia... the teeny side of it anyway, had the varsity boys in a two-day tailspin, baby abasolo, an acquaintance of ours since time out of mind, was real chic and go-getty for a law junior who should be lugging tomes on legal balderdash, she had us lined up at the city plaza for a shutter-clicking spree with fr. wrocklage and other paulinian wimmin. we are still wondering how our mugs salaamed to the noonday heatwave. ruth raynaldo hostessed with a leg-throwing session in her flat but the boys were as timid as filipino yokelry ever .gets to be. except for a minute or infraction, everything was so-so in the evening's dancedate, nory morilla was the night's bounce king while skip roy morales dominated the drag numbers, roy squired a temptress whom we cannot identify for the moment, inting dionaldo was high, wide and hand some in the sidelines but danny was outa breath, talyo reynes put two feet down when requested to holler "eufemia" but he assisted fr. wrocklage in the choral job of "the bulldog." gamest among the paulinian coo-eds was ching laceras who set most of our pulses racing, tely monte (that's her!)... look out for the guy with the amazing memory, go see your p.o. box righto! number two, first sheet... usc hoopla princelings numbers three, six, seven and thirteen were much in demand but the hayride couldn't go through on accounta the games. tummy ache is hurting to have a fling at a teacher's college penster. st. paul's housekeepers are the best in the business but they are careless where they put the eggs n' sauce... run, brothers!! • this is our swan song for the semester but we are loathe to attach any senti mentality to this issue because we believe that those who flunked will come back for more punishment, peping zamboango says, writers never die... they just go astray, viola tout! The evening's inspirational came from Rev. Fr. Bernard Wrocklage, S.V.D. whose personality has given inspiration and substance to the heretofore empty talk on SCA. De livered in his characteristic Ameri can punch, Fr. Wrocklage's spell binder began: "I did not come here to influence you, but to be influenced by you. . . There is no clerical invasion in the SCA. For while we hold respect for the goodness of authority, we hold a higher regard for the author ity of goodness." Everybody sat at the edge of his seat, as the eloquent father con tinued: THE ARCHBISHOP'S WORD "You can rest assured ol the full support of the Church hierarchy. The Archbishop has fathered the SCA idea, and he has personally pledged his support to the full hilt." A wave of enthusiasm swept the conferees as they lustily applauded Fr. Wrocklage, the man, and Fr. (Continued from, page 20) Wrocklage, the speaker. A visible feeling of absolute unanimity of aims descended upon the conference. That much was enough. We banged the last gavel at 11:30 P.M. Each went home, warm ing his cockles for being a neces sary cog in a great movement. And a great cause. That was only the beginning, and the next day saw student leaders whipping up enthusiasm for the SCA cause, putting up an nouncements, securing precious pledges of cooperation from school heads, while many hands were clasped in prayer. Up to now, the organization of chapters is going on in full blast under the coordination of the Inter collegiate Central Directorate. A plan to construct an SCA recrea tion center near the Cathedral is being mulled over, and plans are being prepared to achieve this end. This has been decided upon in a 90-man meeting of leaders parti cipated in by thirteen educational institutions. THE URGENCY In addressing a Manila audience last year. His Eminence Cardinal Gilroy commented that the Com munists are not afraid ol thousands that fill the church everyday. But, he added, they begin to worry when Catholics leave awhile their pul pits and Summas, and turn their attention to the people, to the cam puses, and to the marketplace, just as our Lord Himself sought out the peoples of Judea and Samaria in their homes and their farms and their little fishing villages. It is with this spirit that the SCA shall act. It shall bring about a Christian renewal ol the student en vironment by contact, influence, and conquest. But is there a need of a change in the student world? The answer is definitely "yes." The students' case is like tfrat of a person collared and pushed into a chamber of horror. He is born in a ready-made world where the progressive exclusion of re markable discoveries in technology, have produced a profound impact upon him, visibly weakening his dis position to assimilate Christian vir tues. The Philippine campus is a troubled world. It has lost its idyllic (Continued on page 49) Page 36 THE CAROLINIAN Post Graduate School Project: Conducted by REV. FR. RUDOLPH RAHMANN, S.V.D., Dean Far out across the waters of Madredijos, Cebu, looms a mysterious little island known as Isla de Goto. I say mysterious because no one has yet ven tured to explore the innermost fastnesses of this un inhabited island, tiny as it is, and seek out the secrets which the inhabitants of Madredijos usually associate it with. Its shark-infested waters reflect the foreboding atmosphere that hovers over the island, giving it an air of mystery. Some superstitious folks say that the island is haunted by other-world beings who wouldn't allow anyone to set foot on it and disturb their peaceful ha bitation. Others who have been more enlightened by the rumors that are passed around contend that there is only a single passage through which a person could gain entrance into the island's interior. And that is, through a cave guarded by murderous giant bats, ready to tear at any intruder without notice. Only when one dons a special "bite-proof" suit and arms himself with a suitable weapon can he ever hope to get through this cave safely. C/.<. tEGE/W OF CAT ISLA/VO Apart from this particular cave entrance, the rest of the island is surrounded by craggy cliffs and jag ged rocks which render it practically inaccessible. But whatever the reasons may be, Isla de Gato cer tainly has caught the lively imagination of the in habitants of Madredijos. And over its craggy cliffs and moss-covered rocks is woven a most charming legend. (Continued on page -IK) ■ r/,.. FAWIES OF MT. TSGA¥O/%/ Muincida Milan OaUufA, Oialila., (Lc^Ul few kilometers from the town of Kalibo, Capiz, ** rises the mountain of Tigayon. The story goes, that good fairies once dwelt here who were believed to have helped the folks living in the prosperous val ley near the mountain. The village people were industrious but at times were also fun-loving and frivolous. Because ot their prosperity they often held parties, especially after harvest. The fairies were kind to the people. They watched the villagers' happiness and fun with benevolence. They even lent them their golden and silver ware for their feast, and the folks easily became accustomed to borrow them from the fairies on all possible occasions. No baptismal or wedding party was complete with out them. Thus the folks look the fairies' kindness and toler ance for granted and slowly even became dishonest. They greedily looked upon the things that the fairies bad lent them and gradually became more and more forgetful to return them faithfully. Sometimes the fairies only got back half of their lent out goods; sometimes even nothing at all. But the fairies remained kind and patient. They did not betray any annoyance over the behavior of the village folks. They continued to give away their treasures as if nothing had hap pened. The villagers mistook this kindness and abused it even more. But finally they became afraid, and in order to hide their stolen treasures they held less festivals and parties, and failed to invite the fairies to them. Soon, the fairies were entirely forgot ten. (Continued on page !K) MARCH, 1954 Page 37 X. 9. Martan, fy. A Poet? Not I I'm no Shakespeare nor Keats Neither Burns, Byron nor Shelley .. . who sheathed lines with immortal strains that stir intangibles in the hearts ol their women . .. My lines do not swoon, shriek, nor weep the dirge ol love to surge the sharp blades ol crushed emotions thralled by your proud entity . . . My thoughts are no better than the sapless foliage that tails to cleave to rot to freeze beneath the lifeless sod. So, better tuck my quill unmoved than portray rugged peaks of withered weeds. THE FAIRIES OF MT. TIGAYON (Continued from page :};) But one day one of the villagers rushed to his neighbor and shouted, “My silver dishes are gone!" Then came another telling that his spoons had turned to ashes. Finally everybody discovered that the same fate had befallen his stolen things. From that time on the fairies were not heard from any more. Those who ventured to visit the cave where the fairies were believed to have stayed, found tables changed to rock. Hunters avoided the place. The villagers were gradually reduced to poverty, and parents would warn their children not to play near the foot of Mt. Tigayon lest the fairies take them away and hide them. THE LEGEND OF CAT ISLAND (Continued from page 37) It seems that long, long ago, two huge giants lived somewhere in the northern part of Cebu. They were giants in the unfunny sense of the word for they tow ered as high as coconut trees. These giants had a pet cat which they loved very much. Now this cat was no ordinary creature. It was a gigantic one, too, almost half the size of the giants themselves. Things went along smoothly as usual when the wife took it upon herself to cook a special savory meal for dinner. The delicious odor of the food wafted to the welcoming nostrils of the cat, who, thereupon, un coiled itself from its corner and proceeded to the source of this beckoning aroma. The giant's wife had gone out to call her mate who was laboring in the fields. The cat took this opportunity well in hand and lost no time in devouring all the food there was on the table. Upon arriving, the two giants saw to their dismay nothing but the left-overs of what would otherwise have been a sumptuous meal. The wife flared up in anger. Grabbing the culprit by the tail, she took it to the yard and whammed it repeatedly against the rocks until the meowring protestations died out and the enormous animal dangled limply and was drop ped to the ground. But anger still churned up inside the female giant. She swung back a heavy foot and let go such a terrific kick that sent the doomed cal flying out into space and landing with a splash into the water. However, the huge body of the cat was not sub merged because of its size. From the hump, there fore, that showed out in the surface, grass and vegeta tion began to grow along the years and an island was formed. Cat Island, Isla de Gato. During the destructive typhoon in November, the old folks in Madredijos claim having heard a thunder ous meowring above the roar of wind and waves and rain. That must have been the giant cat protest ing because its eternal sleep had been disturbed. Is this fact or fancy? One thing is certain: Cat Island still remains a challenge to those with daring in their hearts and adventure in their blood. ANYTHING YOU SAY (Continued from page 1) What dries me up is the fact that, a couple of years ago our school administration took good care ol usanswered not only our thirst for knowledge but also our Arab's thirst for water! . .. during class hours. Hence, the H2O station at the second floor of the main building. Now they think of us as grown up cam'els, sort of. Now. sirs, let's have that water fountain back, ice-cold—I'm thirsty! TOMAS KATOLKATOL Liberal Arts We’ve got a Dreg Store downstairs—with a snack bar— take all the water yon need. ... On the other hand, maybe we can get that Ice-cold water fonntaln back someways. somehow. — Editor (Continued on page 50) Page 38 THE CAROLINIAN On "Jhe OfaUtLan (bentuMeA (Continued from page 8) phecy ol the Virgin-birth is clear. In an epitaph of the same catacomb from the third century the Magi are shown adoring the Divine Child. Pictures belonging to the 4th cen tury are found in the cemetery of Sts. Peter and Marcelinus. The most numerously represented is that of a figure with extended arms known as the "Orans", one who prays. One of the most remarkable figures cf Orans cycle is interpreted by ex perts as the Blessed Virgin inter ceding for the friends of the de ceased. Of greater importance and sig nificance are the churches dedicat ed to Mary. At the beginning of the 5th century St. Cyrill wrote: "Hail to thee, Mary, Mother of God, to whom in towns and villages and in islands churches were built by true believers!" Over the tradition al spot of the Nativity stands a church, St. Mary of the Nativity, which is substantially the work of Constantine, the Great (330). The Church of Ephesus, in which in 431 the Oecumenical Council assem bled, was itself dedicated to the Blessed Virgin. Three churches were founded in her honor in or near Constantinople by the Em press Pulcheria in the course of the 5th century. In Rome, the Churches WHERE CREDIT IS DUE . . . (Continued from page 13) Warriors do not need elaboration. In the San Agustin-USC clash, one noteworthy point should also be accounted for: Terino Morilla was out of kilter because of a sprained ankle sustained during the San Beda game. Valuable and versa tile Evaristo Sagardui suffered con tusions on his right elbow But still somehow they managed to eke out a 46-49 victory over the Golden Eagles. In the USC-FEU imbroglio we were good only up to the last three minutes of the game. They needed stamina more than anything else to maintain the three-point lead they had acquired in the last two minutes and a half of the final quarter. But a faltering endurance had to give way to the Tamaraw's superiority in the backboards. Final score: 51-58. That was also a game where, had we won, it could have more or less atoned for our debacle on the San Beda game. If we have to criticize the games fought by the Carolinians in Ma nila then, for Pete's sake, let us of Sta. Maria antiqua and Sta. Maria inTrastevere are certainly older than the year 500. The basilica Sta. Ma ria Maggiore, built by Pope Liberius, dates from the 4th century. The first Marian Hymns probab ly were composed by St. Ephraem, a Deacon in Syria, who died in 373 A.D. The first Greek Hymns in honor of Mary are attributed to St. Gregory of Nazianzen at the end of the 4th century. The "Ave Maria" combined with the salutation of Elizabeth (Lc 1, 28-42) was sung during holy Mass after the consec ration in the second century al ready (in the so-called Liturgy of St. James). Since Gregory the Great in the 6th century it is the offertory song of the 4th Sunday of Advent. The glory of Mary secured by Sts. Cyril and Augustine was carried to Spain and North-Italy by (such) enthusiastic and gifted men (as Gregory of Elvira, Pacianus of Bar celona, Prudentius (the greatest Spanish poet in the 5th century), Leander of Sevilla, Ildephonsus of Toledo, Gandentius of Brescia, Maxi mus of Turin, and especially Petrus Chrysologus, a contemporary of Pope Leo, the Great (450). At this time Sedulius sang the first and oldest Latin Marian Hymn which the Church has never forgotten. It is STUDENT CATHOLIC ACTION .. . (Cant’d from page 49) all students, the SCA acts as the common spokesman of students be fore the government, before wel fare agencies, and before civic or ganizations to secure their cooper ation in the solution of the problems in the student world. Truly, the SCA is for, of, and by the students. It groups. It trains. It assists and represents the students so that they may re-Christianize the whole of their own lives, the whole of their student environ ment, and the whole mass of their companions. Yes, we, the young, have often been guilty of sowing wild oats. But this time it's different. We're sowing noble oats! We've got a Farmer up there; He will see us through. make our criticism constructive! Let us give them credit for what they have done — little may it be. One may ask: After knowing the re sults, what merits could we shower to them? (Continued on page 42) used in our Breviary in the Lauds of Christmas, and in the Introit of the Mass of the Blessed Virgin. Salve Santa Parens, enixa puerpera Regem. Hail, holy mother, thou hast brought forth the King who rules over heaven and earth! From Spain and the Lombardy the Faith spread to France and Germany, and in either of these regions, either by Fortunatus, Bishop of Poitiers (350) or by a German nobleman Paulus Diakonus the most beautiful of all Marian Hymns was written "Ave, Maria Stella!" This song of praise and petition has all the depth of thought and love that makes great and immortal poetry. It is frequently used in holy Liturgy and it will never become obsolete in times to come. It links our piety and devotion of the 20th century with the Middle Ages and the very earliest Christian Centuries. The humble maid of Nazareth was right when she prophesied, "All generations will count me blessed!" The generations passed are a challenge for us in the Marian Year. The Mother of God will look at all of us Christians throughout the ages, and she will see whose faith is stronger, whose love is deeper. USC NEWS (Continued from page 33) Sigma Mu Epsilon Sigma of the College of Engineering tendered an impromptu program and party in their honor at the Majestic Res taurant last December 20. The officers of the lraternity are Salvador Labro, president; Eduardo Salig, vice-president; Francisco Ho, secretary; Willie Campos and Mike Mendoza, PRO's, and Natalio Ynzon, peace officer. • USC Orator Cops Silver Medal Miss Violeta Dejoras, U.S.C. oratorical contestant, copped the 2nd prize and was awarded a sil ver medal during the Inter-Colle giate Oratorical Contest sponsored by the Tocayos de Rizal in con nection with the celebration of Rizal Day last December 29 held at the Boy Scouts Headquarters. A bare thin line stood between her and the coveted first prize. Her piece was "Rizal and the Filipino Youth of Today." (Continued on page 50) MARCH, 1954 Page 39 1 Issets of onir own come from ... LITTLE | EFFORTS J ON SIMPLE THINGS The Author QjataSina (J*. Micuto SO YOU WANT , , . (Continued from page 9) It is sweet to live by the present, forgetting the past and letting the future speak for itself. But what is fifty, eighty or a hundred years in this world compared to the everlasting life awaiting man in the next? What is man's destiny after all? Lecomte Du Nouy, a French author deserves to be remembered when he wrote: "Let every man remember that the destiny of mankind is incomparable and that it depends greatly on his will to colla borate in transcendent task... And let him above all never forget that the divine spark is in him alone, and that he is free to disregard, to kill it, or to come closer to God by showing his eagerness to work with Him and for Him." I don't mean to preach for I am no preacher, nor do I mean that man should not enjoy life on earth, because, as he enjoys life, he works and makes the most of it, consequently fulfilling the mission God has sent him for. But we know that we are only mortals. Yet, we excel in intelligence from all other creatures. We can think. We reason. We also live in a world where everything has its own limit. We should therefore limit our acts, our dreams, our hopes. Too much of everything is destructive. Medicine, when taken too much will poison the patient. Similarly as self-love. When it is moderate, it be gets respect and honor. Otherwise, it becomes sinful pride. The fact is, it is not easy to overcome our lust for power... at times going to the extent of causing misery to others, .yet, it is possible. To quench this greed will lead to happiness. A little thought of our very nature, to think lhat we are finite... that we live today and know not when the end shall come; to be contented of what we have; to realize that every little harshness directed to someone would terminate in him the feeling of fear which may develop into a bud of disappointments; to lend a hand to others at the time of their need without a murmur; to assuage the pain of those in suffering with an open heart; to be aware that hurt feelings can be cured by honest apologies; to solve our problem or ask others' help without cursing ourselves and blaming others for what fault we have done; to befriend others not because we can take some thing out of them but because we possess that sense of brotherhood; to be able to smile through poverty; to think of our friends as we think of ourselves; to keep in mind that tomorrow is another day... all of these do not require a herculean task... and the more we do these, the more we get from them assets of our own direct from God. man was jumping like a trout on a fishhook and the house was rocking like a Singapore schooner in a tro pical storm. The women were enjoying the dance like anything. One heavily mascaraed girl who was probably a beautician in the daytime was convulsing like an Oriental dervish and the rest of the female line were prancing and pirouetting as if their lives depended on the success of their discomfiture. One weather beaten housewife who was 66 years old and who looked every minute of it was having a hard job at it. Her middle heaved and fell at rugged intervals and she was pant ing like a....... well, like a panther. My mentor was working up a sweat. Beads of brownish perspira tion were falling from his chin and temples in an unsuccessful imita tion of a mild April shower. Even if at times he came to landing trenchant jabs at his mate, he was very liberal at the clinches. He was a good dancing stylist but as I said before, he was essentially a pugilist turned hoafer. When the Chinese contingents took the floor to learn what Con fucius failed to teach them, my tu tor was often barricaded from his partner by a farrago of voluptuous hipartists. He had to duck, dodge, weave and look for an opening. When the opportunity thus present ed itself, he usually took a tidy exit for the barroom to down a slug of rum and return to the madhouse in time to snatch his abandoned spouse from the stampede. There were a number of hap penings in the dancing school which so short a memory as mine cannot retain. If the lush society barons insist, it ain't my moolah. But I warn them that it's a tough and tiresome job. This dancing. Bing, my instructor, has quit dancing altogether. Last time I saw him, he was smashing down boxing opponents as fast as they were fed to him. He's made a grand comeback to Fistiana. ''Easier than dancing", he wink ed at me, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his gloved hand. Page 40 THE CAROLINIAN La Importantia de mi Vocation Qateqia. de &ducaeion CUAL es mi vocacion? Mi Vocacion es el "Magesterio", (B.S.E.) y por eso considero mi Vocacion de gran importancia; ipor que considero esla mi Vocacion importante? Por varias razones— 1“ Porque ella nos hace participar de una manera activa e inlluyente en la educacion de las ninos y adolescentes. 2- Porque siendo catolica y recibiendo mi formacion intelectual y moral en una universidad catolica, como lo es mi "Alma Mater" la universidad de San Carlos, podre por medio del ejercicio de mi prolesion en un luturo no lejano guian a los ninos y adolescen tes en su educacion moral para que sepan y comrendan sus deberes y obligaciones. 3'* Porque tengo un vivo deseo de cooperar al cengrandecimiento y progreso de mi amada Filipinas contribuyendo a la formacion de cuidadanos buenos e instruidos; y anadiendo a todo eso la oportunidad que tengo de poder especial izarme en espanol podre ensenar mas adelante la lengua de Cervantes en el colegiado y de eso modo contribuir a que el idioma de Cervantes no muera en Filipinas. Por que diran algunos he elegido el espanol como mi asignatura de especializacion? Porque no puedo olvidar que a Espana debemos nuestra Fe, esa Fe, que como decimos en uno de nuestros cantos religiosos, "es como el Faro ardiente,—como la roca firme,—e inmensa co mo el mar" y por lo tanto a Espana debemos el ser la unica nacion Catolica-yeso es tambien de gran importancia para mi Vocacion. Algunos miran con cierla indelerencia por no decir otra cosa a aquellos que eligen el "Magisterio" pero eso no impide yo siga creyendo en la importan cia de mi vocacion. ^Por que? Voy a contestar a esa (Co)itiinin en la pdgina 4(>) De Todo Un Poco pto ftuurtia, de Mokate. Caieqia. de JLhteA A&eMiee. PASADO ya las Navidades y el re/[ cuerdo de las actividades de la escuela, poniendo de relieve la union y cooperacion entre la Administracion de la Universidad, los miembros de la Facultad, y el cuerpo estudiantil, vive en nuestros corazones, ya que antes de partir para nuestros respectivos pueblos para celebrar las fiestas de Pascua, estaban los pasillos de San Carlos, en los que resonaban los ecos de las canciones de Na vidad, llenos se vida y entusiasmo. Y eso, ^por que? Porque en la Universidad de San Carlos el espiritu de union entre los tres elementos que componen este Centro Docente Catolico es verdaderamente admira ble. Terminadas las vacaciones volvimos a la escuela y despues de los dias de preocupacion para preparar nuestros examenes (preocupacion que nacie puede evitar, pues cuando no es por cuestion de estudios es por cuestiones financieras), volvemos a sentir la efervescencia de esas actividades, hijas todas del amor hacia nuestra "Alma Mater". La fiesta de la Universidad se acerca. Hay que prepararse para que sea un exito y aqui otra vez se pone de relieve la union y buena armonia que reina entre todos los miembros de la Universidad. Hay que trabajar para que la fiesta sea un exito que nos permita, no solo gozar a nosotros, sino que las diversiones han de atraer al publico, no menos que las exposiciones cientificas y artisticas que seran una demostracion palpable de lo que se hace en San Car los, para el progreso cultural y cientifico de nuestra juventud. Todavia no ha llegado el dia y ya parece que nos sentimos gozando de ella por el primer chispazo de su anuncio, las consabidas rifas, en las que todos y cada uno de nosotros esperamos ser agraciados con alguno de sus valiosos premios. Todos los departamentos y los diferentes Colegios de la Universidad estan trabajando por vender billetes, pues para despertar el interes se concedera un premio al Colegio o departamento que haya vendido mayor numero de billetes. Y asi pasamos los dias de nuestra vida estudiantil, llenos de preocupaciones intelectuales, actividades espirituales y sociales que teniendo ocupado nuestro espiritu nos evitan la "OCIOSIDAD", que tan mala consejera es para la ju ventud. iQue resultara de nuestra fiesta? Seguramente un exito que no permitira gozar, olvidando por un momenlo la parte dificil del estudiante, "sus estudios". MARCH, 1954 Page 41 ♦ WHERE CREDIT 1$ DUE . . . (Continued from page 39) CJie. HAVE come to the point where I wonder what classes are lor, and who should attend them. Is it to learn, or simply to be annoyed by class room bores? Or are we supposed to be influenced by them and be another classroom bore? Not en dowed with a genius mind does not seem enough, one has to be dis tributed. There have to be class room bores too! For instance, there is the earth quake-producer. Almost all the male students belong to this group. They put their foot on the beam of your seat and make their leg quiv er, from the toes up, as if mechani cally operated, what's more, the movement gets faster and faster, particularly when a hard question is asked. No wonder their brains can't work for an answer! Another is the temperamental, sensitive student. He gets angry whenever the class laughs at his mistakes as he recites. All right, it's wrong to laugh at others' mis takes. But can you blame the class for always bursting into laughter when he says for the fiftieth time "phefle" for people, "pavor" for favor, "your humble pupil" instead of simply I, and ceremoniously saying "as to my humble op’inion” whenever asked a question? Here's another classroom bore. Believe it or not, he makes love even during classes. Take your English class with me. I'll show you. A literary exercise for "better Eng lish", I suppose. Everyone must be acquainted with the time-watcher. After every minute or two, his eyes are strange ly magnetized by his wristwatch or by the seatmate's. When he sees there's just a matter of five minutes before the bell rings, he gathers his books and prepares to rush out. You ought to watch him a few sec onds before the time with his ears cocked like a dog's. The most annoying are the giant cicadas. Never heard of them? That's funny. They are generally everywhere. Zoologists agree that it is a hundred times easier to find these giant cicadas. Their natural and favorite habitats are the class room, the library, and places where It They are : bitter big "SILENCE" signs are placed, is easy to identify them, distinguished by the various sounds "sometimes shrill and sometimes hoarse" produced by the motion of their lips and the internal waging of their tongue. Their tongues are most active during classes when conversation is prohibited. This is because giant cicadas become un easy and a bit weak when they shut their mouths. There is some thing unusual in the matter of their vocal activities though. You seldom hear them answer a teachers' ques tion. Queer, aren't they? Even when silenced, they still chatter. Yet when asked, never a word they utter. Classroom bores, will you please reform? Try to be—I give up! There's two of those earthquake producers again choking each end of the table. I can't write anymore. See what I mean? First, the players deserve a big hand who, small as they look, were able to show and impress Manila that what they lack in height, they made up with speed. Because of this bulletlike speed, the Manila sportswriters coined phrases des criptive of them. The Manila Times spoke of the Carolinians as " . . precisionists of speed..." and as ”... fast little things from Cebu..." The Manila Daily Bulletin, after the FEU-USC game described the lat ter as “.. .stubborh little eagers.. ." Second, the way the boys lorded over their emotions mastering them selves as ideal sportmen do. They accepted defeat bravely and shook the hands of the victors with square shoulders. These are the kind of men we want our children to be. Third. They found friendship among the FEU people who, right after the game, tendered a banquet for USC's “ambassadors of basket ball." The FEU vice-president spoke of the Carolinians as “the best shooting team in the Philip pines." Before we forget, let it also be of record that Coach Manuel Baring, who was the object of so many words by so many, proved himself to be a fine specimen of a sportsman. If ever he committed errors in his maneuvers, he took it squarely on the chin. No qualms. No alibis. After all, a man can't be perfect all the time, if at all. In defense of Coach Baring, we have this to say: He'did his best. And if you doubt his loyalty to the team or USC, then you do not know him well enough. He is as pure a Carolinian as anybody here in San Carlos. Father Bunzel can certify to that. So, before we forget our rrjanners and right conduct, let us not be too hasty in our conclusions or too flattering in our praises .... both are dangerous. Halfbaked conclusions can come only from halfbaked minds. Flattery is never good. A praise undeserved is always satire in disguise, said somebody. Let us then be fair So lomons in giving credit to whom credit is due. Page 42 THE CAROLINIAN ROTC Briefs (Continued Iron/ paye 23) etical examinations and in the field he earned a captaincy in the FA Bn Staff and was designated Bn S-l in 1952-53. Came the call to duty for summer camp training in Ft Wm McKinley and like a good soldier Cdt Officer Tangan went with the boys and was there given the com mand of the first platoon of "Charlie" Btry and held the rank of Sgt. He specialized in FA Survey and for excellence in solving technical pro blems he was appointed Chief Sur veyor in the ATU. He graduated from the Fort with the rank of M/Sgt. in the Reserved Force. Cdt. Lt Col Zosimo Y. Tangan is a Fourth year student in the Electrical Engineer ing Course of this University. He will graduate this year both as an FA 2nd Lt in the Reserved Force ol the AFP and as an Electrical Enaineer. ELEVATION . . . RANK Fellow cadets, I wonder if you have heard the rumor that next year, our highly respected and dearly beloved ROTC personnel, viz. Major Antonio Gonzales, Com mandant, Lt. Filomeno Gonzales, Adjutant and S-3, Technical Sgt. Sofio Herrera and Staff Sgt. Pedro Carabana, will not be with us any more. According to talks bruited around, they will all be promoted. Major Gonzales will probably be sent to the GHQ in Camp Murphy as G-2 while our approachable, all round adjutant, Lt. Gonzales, will be the junior aide to Vice-President Car los P. Garcia. Well, that's a heart warming news. They really deserve recognition by the higher-ups being the men who piloted the USC wagon that captured the much-coveted "twinkling, twinkling little STAR" in last year's tactical inspection. But to think that they will be snatched from us is a very sad thing. We have learned to love them. They have most efficiently trained us with an understanding and fatherly heart. Oh, well, although this is still a mere rumor, we better give them now our best wishes and prayers. And advanced congratu lations, too. For all we know, wc might not see them again next school year. Good luck to you. Sirs, and please be assured that we'll always reserve for you one warm corner of our heart. —C. Abasolo, Jr. COMMANDANT PROMOTED The GHQ of the AFP issued General Orders Number 286 pro moting the Commandant of Cadets, Capt Antonio M. Gonzalez, FA, to the permanent rank of Major in the Field Artillery Branch of service of the armed forces of this country effective 1st Oct., 1953. This makes him the only Commandant in the province of Cebu who holds the rank of Major, the distinction of which only two of them hold in the whole III Military Area, the other one being Major Gaudencio P. Sakay. Inf, of the University of San Agustin in Iloilo City. The officers and men of this Corps of Cadets extend their con gratulations and hopes for better guidance on the way to another glorious bright "STAR" on the forth coming tactical inspection. JUNIOR SWORD FRATERNITY ELECTS OFFICERS The USC Junior Sword Fraternity which is composed of first year ad vanced and second year basic of ficers held an organizational meet ing recently. The following were elected: Cdt. Lt. Col. Conrado Ajero, president; Cdt. Capt. Segundo Gon zaga, Jr., vice-president; Cdt. Capt. Braulio Arriola, secretary; Cdt. Capt. Pablo Herrera, treasurer; Cdt. Lt. Cristino Abasolo, Jr. and Cdt. Lt. Jesus Medellin, PROS; Cdt. Lt. BulVke battalion Sponsors NILDA PEST ANO, 1st Inf. Bn. Battalion Commander Pep Dequilmo called it a lucky day when good winds blew him to the direction of Miss Pestano. Nilda is 19 years young, second year L. A., is a whiz at the piano, goes for reading and dancing and, oh, yes... chatting, too. It is always a true maxim that a beauteous lady can do wonders to a man; as a sponsor, she's an in spiration to the cadets—and that's Nilda. There couldn't have been a better choice. Here's a sizzling tip for the First Bn. boys: She hasn't made up her mind on a boy friend yet. Hold your horses!—she doesn't want one yet... oh heck! CONSOLACION PEREZ, 1st FA Bn. Commander Tangan is tingling with joy. The red stripers have won someone over who could make a canoneer lift a 105 mm like yumpin' yimminy. Sloppy shoulders and banged-up peepers dis appear when Ciony Perez appears. A slim, dark-eyed beauty, she hails from you-know-where., Leyte. Ciony's appeal ing height gives her kaydette uniform a snappy look. She's on her way to being a pharmacist. Anybody' needs drugs? But who does? She cooks ex cellently, too. That and books are her forte. Not neglecting to mention, of course, the fact that among all others she's a devout Catholic in the kneeling sense of the word. She prefers friends of tested character. All right, canoneers... Elevation x3x... and don't rush the works! VICKY MANGUERA, "D" Company Cdt. Capt. Braulio Arriola, Jr. deserves a medal for the kind of approach he effected on socialite Vicky Manguera. And another certificate of distinction for succeeding in making her say Yes for the sponsorship of "D" Company. The Dog gies know it from the glitter in her eyes that she's out to boost the morale of the Company. Well, every dog has his day, I suppose. Happy sniffing, boys! And just keep your tails low., your ears a-perkin' and you'll be aaaaall right. Vicky's A-l in understanding and, besides, the commandant... Oh., no! He's her uncle or something! sedame Dumon, auditor; and Pro vost Marshalls: Cdt. Capt. Dionisio Abellar and Cdt. Lt. Melecio Ajero. Plans are underway to give a fit ting send-off party to the outgoing ROTC Staff and the graduating se cond year advanced officers. MARCH, 1954 Page 43 and Treason with G. SI SO N ED. NOTE: Tbe poet, Godotredo Slion, Is a Second Tear Law Student and Is one to be sought out for the talent he pos sesses. Something moved him this Issue and we are happy to get three pieces from him. He authored the poem, "The Man, The Tree" appearing in our Decem ber issue under which unfortunately his name did not appear. The night gently unfurls her ebon shawl over the hills forlorn, now lost in the eternity of darkness.. . An augury of departing flesh vainly clutching the bones with its marrow congealing within, groaning beneath the sod... Once proud flesh wrapped in satin and silk and nylong, As Darkness Deepens now cleaving into stinking pieces harassed by plodding worms unknowing of her ranks.. . No more shall her veins be royal blue. This is the end of something, the close... As darkness deepens, the shawl reaching the deep unknown, the cross and I stand alone and forlorn amidst the muffled sneers. .. of mouths not mine but minds knowing me. is a frustrated song without melody, nor lyrics to synchronize its tone beneath the flesh, the furrows so eloquently etched on rusty chords long unfelt by insentient hands that once played the unbroken song.... is an abatoir where words are slain cruelly by ignorance: abstruse idea of a demented fool probing the rhetoricless language of pent-up passions locked in the gossamer of rum and gin as Bacchus swells the veins.. is devoid of rime lo deafened heavens with its answerless cry, only soundless rhythm wavering from some unchartered My P u e m coves where bare-breasted mermaids strike the discordant lyres of long ago.. has no logic, is irrationally rational, is consistently inconsistent, is stirring but unmoving—swept by past and presenl. an amalgam of contradictions nurtured and sustained by distorted mind: springs run upward, heights run downward; lightning spurts sans thunder, thunder roars without lightning.. has no meter of words, nor eloquence of thoughts, only egress of flowing empty rivulets borne by the shade of abberation as bottles grow more and more: i choke you, word, and hurl you into the cup; mix you, rime and reason with yesterdays' wine... hence, is no poem at all. no music to stir the torpid flesh from its lethargic repose, only desiccated words searing my throat, scorching my veins, lost and found in the flux and influx of wine... Page 41 THE CAROLINIAN Adieu to My Woman [ nail it down (Continued from, page IS) No more. The bells are broken like a tone of stilled mandolins lost in a weeping dirge of yesterdays' refrain. Shall peal no more; the music aloft the wings of love which you and I have known the meaning of.... Is like this: so early the moon purloins the sun its light and her ebon shawl darkens the dying light forevermore. No more. No more. No more. Do not pull the ropes, let the lengthening shadows augur the knell of a parting day. The day is gone like a famished leaf arrested in its falling flight carried on and on by the sighs of wilder winds. No more shall the dying illume the day, nor shall ancient bells peal the song of yesterday's refrain. This is the beginning of nothing and the end of something. This, to you, farewell! THE ROVING EYE ... (Continued front page 20) How shall we light Communism in this country? Asks Mr. Juan Sollven of the Blue and Gold (Que zon College, Manila). It is not enough to oiler lands to the dissi dents. It is not enough to extend them amnesty. It is not enough to unite and join ranks to light them carnally. I admit that in unity there is strength. However, unity to op pose a godless aggressor must be founded on the teaching ol Chris tianity. Faith in God and divine love for mankind are more powerful than bullets or ballots or even the marching army of men clothed and armed with destructive weapons ol modern warfare. THE CROSS FIRST THEN THE SWORD policy of Spain was found to be instrumental and effective in the colonization and pa cification of this country. Therefore, I believe that SPIRITUAL AWAK ENING is the demand of the hour to help us fight this common enemy that may ultimately result to the (Continued on page 51) ; collide with the rising hemlines to such an extent that you can't draw a line on her i without it being called a dress. On the Panoramic screen: The Naked Spur. Ohh-lala. Students are really mystifying. They couldn't memorize a page of their lecture notes; but they can memorize 150 song titles of a howling jukebox plus their respective numbers. Now ain't that a dandy! Or during the exams they buy an extra copy ! of a bluebook, rip its pages, write down the notes and insert these "lifebuoys" inside the bluebook handed to them by the prof. This system really works although once, it snafued. The goof forgot to junk the "damaging evidence" from his bluebook when he whistlingly handed it back to the prof. The prof nearly forgot the nostril operation when his blood vessel sprung a leak! Of the Lex Circle. It became squared when the Big Billy Goals put up a kerplunking Fifth-column jam session. They told the Little Billy Goats to go to hell and look up lhe Big Billy Goats' residence. These future atlorneys-at-loud ought to know that united-we-stand-dividedwe-fall stuff still sells in this university. For men do not live by bread alone, they also gulp coffee! ....Or the acting ability of the studes when it comes to answering questions. It can give Hollywood a run for its academy awards. A slude is called upon to recite. He stands up dazed and bewildered, scratches his jughead, puls on an eccentric look, shifts to an epileptic trance, smiles like Widmark in the role of Cochise, stammers a few undecoded words, then lo a deep coma, and, the final routine, a bad case of palsy accompanied by sliding slowly to the seat to avoid raising the temperature of the prof.... Reminds me to mention here that the Ed is good at bargaining when he's in an Indian (Turko) store. He bought a fountain pen for sixteen rusted cents plus a slug of goatsmilk and two calendars.... Imitating the way Fr. Wrocklage mouths his words can only bring you lockjaw. Is it true Father, that lawyers don't have any soul? Heh-heh.... How about wearing Sarongs and Sayas for graduation, studes. And please don't put rum in halo-halos again, Eufemia. It tastes like shu-milk. Graduation and vacation equals relaxation. You still not graduating, Istanbul? After four scores and seven years ago, your poor father put forth a thousand smackeroosa... .at least you can take a hint, Bui. Something's rotten somewhere and it isn't in Constantinople. For the graduating studes comes the terrifying ordeal. Frantic calls for additional funds. Renting moth-eaten, spider-webby gowns and battered, cockroach-smelling caps. Picture taking in broken-down studios; and square dancing with the register and clerks. All right; there's music, your monicker is called, you go up the stage, smile, fondle your sheepskin, shake hands, bow, scramble downstairs amidst popping flashbulbs, congrats, kisses, then you go home, take your suppa, frame your diploma, hang it somewhere, go to sleep, woke up in the morning and start your Tilapia fishpond, pronto. For those doubting Thomases, we promised these proofs. Precious Virgie, The time has come for me to divulge the sickening emotional intensity ol my amorous inclinations. (Ugh!) From the unfathomed and unreachable depths of my melancholic heart recoils the tripbeal of a transparent love, so clear and unstunkable, glittering and glimmering like a pebble carried by the river into the ocean and washed ashore by the friendly lullaby of a timid wave. This simple, ecstatic love of mine is carefully moulded to fit all your lingering ados and priggish woes that keep me in constant bewilderment. I cherish your every action, every smile, every thought, every time you insist to pay our way into a movie. (The ice-pock, please) When I first sow your resplendent, dazzling, atomic smile, your sparkling, glowing eyes, your comely exquisite nose and the cherry-pink smoothness of your cheek, I had the feeling of resuscitation, enhancement, fascination,- a feeling which never before • had possessed my soul with propensity, longing, yearning, impetuosity, and exigency. i (If this won’t kill her, I don't know what will.) I was struck with debauchery, amazedness, and stupefaction in finding such a j pulchritude pickpocketing my desire to eat, swindling the soundness of my sleep, ; and crippling my thinking power to such a degree that my senses were temporarily ' shifted to a state of semi-permanent dazedness, insomnia, bewitchery and psychological sensationalism. (Who stole my rum?) (Continued on page 52) MARCH, 1954 Page 45 FROM A STUDENT'S DIARY (Cant'd from page 22) 3:30 P.M.! Whoosh, that was some siesta. Not a noise to stir me. Didn't realize it was this late until that flabbergasted mosquito irreligiously punctured my nose with his filthy hypo. Still got about an hour to study. That's more than is necessary for me. Where are those notes? tainly messes up my things. That maid! She cer_____ _ __ Helluva way to keep things in order! Jeepers! How can one study in such annoying surroundings? I'll march to school, sit on a bench all by myself, and really read. Just read on until I ache all over. JANUARY 8, 1954 — What did I tell you about that professor? The old hunkalaboozh called me to recite when 1 wasn't ready. You see when 1 got to school the boys... sort of crowded in on me and I couldn't turn them down. What? and risk my popularity for an academic lore that's uninteresting anyway? Not me, brother. Of course, now, it's different. I've got all the time to myself. I'll go on studying now. I've got the book here and notes I borrowed from some sap. Civil Code . Constitutional Impressive, huh? I didn't even write It was that girl again! Lemme see... Law. . . . Criminal Procedure. . . Where do I start? Carripes! down the pages assigned!. . __ ___ __ The way she looked at me! Thought she could soften me that way. I'll go see her right now! This minute! If she won't come across with the short-hand notes she took last night... 1'11 do something... JANUARY 7, 1954 — I've just come from that muscle-training jam session.... That Ted fellow. .. wouldn't let go of me. Quite a fellow. Knows a lot of the fancy mambo he can pass on to me. Well, he certainly showed me the works in that dancing spree. I certainly got steeped in with wine, women and as—Studies! Lordamercy! We got exams tonight. I heard that from Maxy.... Well, it's only four o'clock. Bell rings at five-thirty. Got time yet. Where's that Civil Code. . Ahhh — what a line I scripted on this page: "Nihil est in intellectu quod non erat prius in sensibus." Betcha nobody else knows what it means. Civil Code. . . Articles on Obligations and Con tracts. . . Tsk. Tsk. Tough, huh? Pretty tough. .. . One, two, three, four....... eighty-four pages to read!... Well, should have been only seven had I been read ing the assignments as they came. But let the dead past bury its dead.... Why can't this author be brief, concise in his stuff. Ayoyoy! Look at these enumerations, definitions, distinctions... I haven't got the eyes for 'em! What do they think I've got — an indefatigable optic devise. They're crazy I'm going to the movies! JANUARY 8, 1954 — Got in class in time lor the exams last night but didn't make out all right. That professor was unfair. He gave difficult problems. . . We've got another exam tonight. It's ten in the morning now. I set that alarm clock at three, dawn, but it certainly is chilly that time of the night. Besides, I needed toothpicks to keep my eyelids open. Wouldn't work either. Just had to go right back to sleep. I'm just human, that's all. I'll do my studying this afternoon. MARCH 30, 1954 — Dear Diary, sorry I haven't written here for some time. I'm sorry I haven't got anything to write that CAROLI Ml AN A NOTES . (Continued from page ») enhancement ot leadership traits, the firing of the spir it of subservience to the laws and of respect for the hopes and dreams of this country. E. B. Aller, the Carolinian, has some advices coming to his-fellow Carolinians. A class for public speaking will be started next school year. Another lor dramatics. It seems the USC Dramatic Guild is making s'parks fly. Already there is a dream in the Fr. Rector's eye. Something about a large-scale dramatic production. Don't be surprised to see (one of these days) a dup lex stage, one over the other, occupying the first and second floors ol the main USC building. That size is necessary for a play that will take four or five hours to enact. Like "Faust". Now, this is professional busi ness. Full-blooded art at its height. And the folks this part of the country will hear it. Talents? We have them in the campus. They need only be worked over. They'll be fine... Happy vacationing, everyone! LA IMPORTANCIA DE . . . (Cont. de la pdg. jjj pregunta que adivino en muchos de los que lean estas lineas. Porque todos aquellos que sienten esa vocacion al magisterio deben sequirla y amarla con entusiasmo y pensar que tienen un modelo que no es humano sino divino. Li, "Jesus Maestro" es el modelo de to dos aquellos que perteneciendo a su Iglesia siguen la carrera del magisterio en sus diferentes claslflcaciones. Jesus se llamo asi mismo maestro y asi la llama ban sus discipulos y por eso al seguin como catolica que soy el Magisterio considero mi vocacion como un apostolado y por lo tanto como apostol debe llevar a las inteligencias, de los ninos y adolescentes la verdad quiandolos por el Camino del bien para que comprendan el valor de un buen gobiemo democra tic© que sepa respetar todos y cada uno de los de rechos de sus ciudadcmos y contribuya al progreso de nuestra Nacion. would give these pages color. Dirt, yes. A lot of it. First, I've got dark rings around my eyes for lack of sleep. . . been to a lot of night sprees lately. Then, the doctor says there are stones in my stomach. . . Rum didn't do me any good after all. Also, my last girl gave me the shoo-shoo and pronounced me a hopeless case of irresponsibleness, spoiledness, wilderness... I don't know; she practically exhausted her vocabulary describing my reputation. To top it all, I flunked... You heard me. I flunked! 'Red fives stationed themselves patronizingly in my report card. . . In all subjects, what did you think? I'm sunk. Washed out. I need to carpenter, my self back to normal. My old man is liable to cut off my allowance. . . entirely, perhaps; I deserve to starve, die in complete misery and total resignation. But, then again... I'm still young; I've -just turned 29. And being a Second Year Law student isn't what you would honestly ascribe to as lethargy. Ah! I resolve, resolve... resolve. Yes, starting tomorrow. Amen. Page 46 THE CAROLINIAN 1 FROM THE GREEN FIELDS . . . (Continued from page 10) VILLA AND GOD. . . (Continued from page 21) It is interesting to compare these lines with the last quatrain in George Herbert's poem, "The Col lar": But as I rave, and grew more tierce and wild At every word Methought I heard one calling, "Child!" And I replied, "My Lord!" Of the form of Villa's poem it remains to be stated that the use of the archaisms in diction serves to give the poem a perfume of old ness like the scent of scapulary long kept in some old trunk. Where may a man find God and how? Searching for God ■ "in the forests of his mind." he finally finds Him unabashed and unan gered, perhaps much amused by the pointless quest. God pats Man tenderly on the shoulders, saying "Not by the Mind. O Blind!" Villa expresses this in the fol lowing lyric: I made myself to burn Brightly to seek and learn . The unknowable temperature Of God's calenture. My mind I. pitched to Direst fever, as few Or none ever may know: I reached thaf glow! Fevered to the bright, grand Temperature, lo! His princely hand Smote the lance of my mind: "Not by the mind, O Blind!" —Have Come, Am Here, Poem 105. The way to God is love. That is -a. platitude. But in an age of international hatred when divisive forces threaten to split mankind into two cgmpus, it is still the greatest platitude on earth. Villa is very fond of repealing. this message: I will pound against His shell, t will crack H by my force of love: I'll be a' cyclone gale and spill Me out of His bounding groove. —Have Come, Am Here, Poem 6 In this house without death I break His skull I ache, I ache to love. —Ibid, Poem 7 No! I, will, not, speak, softly. -r-l, am, Thy, Lover, Lord! So, I meet. Thee, with, the sword— Of, my, offer, Love. —Volume Two, Poem 4 The maggot, of. Thy.- chastity. Must, perish, by, my knife: Because, Thee, I. so cleanly, love. O, almlst perfect, Deity. —Ibid, Poem 12 (Continued on . page.’18) and that's why I'm here now, sitting on this grass-covered rock, writing I this letter. I'm still shivering with fear. Tatay Sebio's loud voice . . . a rattan whip on his hand . . . big penetrating eyes . . . Oh, no! Not that, please1 1 cannot think of anything to answer him, I' know he would discover it. It's only now that I realized. He's an expert. He is used to inspecting the cock's wings, tail, etc. . . . and . . . oh . . . skip it! I hate to think of it. I think, I will not go home for dinner. Not even for breakfast. I won't be hungry anyway. We have fruit trees around. I have a little knife with me. I can use this for cutting jackfruits. Or I can use this for sharpening bamboo pieces and by rubbing them to gether, I can produce fife. Then, I can roast this young corn I have. This is one advantage here in the farm. We have many things to eat all around, yet, we don't need to tax our pocket empty. I remember fully well that moment we were hungry after our final examinations but could not take a snack in the coop because we were all broke! You even said you were starving, remember? That's how it goes with an empty purse in the city. Of course, I also miss many things. I miss pur ROTC drill where we sweated it out the whole day every Sunday before that fatiguing Tactical Inspection. That was some exercise! Here in the farm, we don't handle those darned greased, seven-pound rifles, but we handle plows and bolos. Just the same, we sweat it out under the heat of the sun, but we don't double-time under the command of sergeants, lieutenants or commanders. We work freely and. go to the shade any time we want. Usually after our work in the field, we climb up our scmggutan and sip the sweet-tasting tuba, our rural wine, which is usually referred to as Dipsy doddle. Coco Cola, or Banda Cola there in the city. We don't have the Fuente Osmena here, but we still meet people. We have our buangan, our cockpit, where people meet every Sunday. Beside our small nipa hut, I made bamboo benches where my friends and I enjoy the ting-ki-ling of the yukilili, a cut guitar, after sunset. I miss the Sunday concert of the III MA band, yet, here, we have a natural music of our own. We have the trickling rhapsody of idling brooks, the whistling of the wind, the songs of the birds and the naughty protestations of the crickets in the afternoon. Those technicolor motion pictures are nowhere around. What we have here is the multi-colored sky just before the sun rises and I a few minutes after the sun sets. I Do you remember the USC roof-garden where we used to cram [ a few minutes before the examinations . . . where we used to listen j to the melodious sound of the USC tower clock, the brush of the city j breeze, the prolonged whistle of the Bombero . . . from where we saw the slums, the towering buildings, the coupes, the wagons, the tartanillas, the busy men on the crowded streets, the Redemptorist Church where we used to hear the novena of Our Lady of Perpetual Succor during Wednesdays — can you still picture all of these? USC roof-garden. Here, none of that. We only have the hills and the mountains where I am used to stay just before sunset. By this time, the steep and lofty cliffs where wild pigeons build their nests, are yet visible. The dewdrops on the lips of the wind-shaken weeds begin to fprm. Unfortunately, I don't possess the power of Wordsworth's pen. I could have composed lines similar to his "Lines Composed-a Few .Miles Above Tintern Abbey." (Continued on page 51) MARCH, 1954. Page 47 SINK IT IN . . ._____________________________ (Continued from page 16) "He urged that as a means of balancing the scales, there should be an in tensive extra-curricular program for leadership training that has one to four special coaches — like the football team; that has a lew thousand dollars to spend — like the football team; that has a few hours every week from the best students — like the football team.' "Singling out the females, the youth expects them to esteem their masculine counterparts based on ability at real Christian leadership rather than on the shooting averages in the basket. "The foregoing has been culled fiom o newspaper clipping sent by o USC alumnus. He expects the same to reach the ears of the proper authorities." Acf II With the Daily News: hot' scoop: "Daily News' pictorial dossier on USC's sidewalks is a landmark in Cebu journalism. Its excellence has brought the impression that the stuff might have been purloined straight from Ad-Arts' bag of famed advertising tricks. And before anybody brings an ax lo my seat, let me suggest strongly its inclusion in 1954's contest for the best advertising lay-out. "It draws its winning points from three things: a) its perfection in making mountains out of molehills; b) its unique presentation of absurdities clothed by le galities; d) and the countless jeers it has unwittingly elicited for itself. I scorn those who disturb these nosey hounds in pursuit of sensational scoops. After all, everybody must pay his meal tickets, and there's nothing more fattening to the purse than, say, a hot' picture story, replete with a homespun exposition of big-time civic inaction. "For example. How about making a fall guy out of someone who fences "a garden of weeds" and pin him down for civic callousness of heart in his failure to provide the cleanest city in the Philippines' with adequate sidewalks? The bogey wouldn't hurt so much. Let us deny he cemented the sidewalks on Pelaez and P. del Rosario streets. That'll hurt our side.... For our story must end with this punch: the public is damned! "The scoop must have been explained like that. But perhaps our critics forgot one thing. Nobody has a monopoly of truth, and when the citizenry sees an under dog wronged, John Q. Public feels offended. Public condemnation will be quick, unbending, and firm. Curse on the deceivers!" suggestion for a newspaper picture story: "Pictures of jeepneys and cars roaring and blowing wildly their horns inside the school zone........ And put in a whole-page spread of the City Hall, captioned in bold letters: Without saying a word, the City Hall here shouts: "The public be damned." Act III With the Plowman: his letter reads: "I have found my simple delights in a small roughly-hewn cabin where a sweet little girl waits (anxiously, I suppose) for the weary tick-tack of my footsteps when I return on sunset. Yes, there's going to be a big harvest. Every stalk in the field are bowed with the weight of grains. Last night, I thought of you when I read Chesterton, that spectacular medieval knight who lowered his lance at Big Monopoly. He and Hilaire Belloc, took up the gauntlet for the establishment of an Utopia that shall give every man this much — three acres and a cow! "You see, I know how you in the city are living in ruts. Why don't you rush out from your dingy office and join us in the broad field and meadows? Here you find security. Security from hunger, fear, and the loss of a bread-winning job. It is here, far from the clutches of routine and Big Business, that you shall find an outlet for harnessing to good your creative talents, of developing your mind and soul as you soil your hand, near as you are to the heart of things, the sacred sod. Here awaits freedom and — God. "Last time you wrote that you (eared an attack of 'fever' and in vague terms, you confessed your fear of being cast like a flameless cinder. I know your fears will end as soon as you go with me to the green fields. "On my cabin's wall is written a fitting reminder: 'Earth is so kind that you just tickle her with a hoe, and she laughs with a harvest.' "That's our living byword in Manliting, our village. Nobody rammed it down our throats. We live it." VILLA AND GOD ... (Continued from page 47) Not even by religion is God built, he says if by religion is meant lip service, or the false in cense that the sycophants of this world offer at God's altars. Nat, by, geometry, not, by, literature. Nor, by, religion Is God, •elH — Hit. Architecture, Is, firm, and, splendid: spelled. Intact: Vowel, and Consonant, Coeval, In, anlty. His, Grandeur, Is, beyond, anatomic, labour! O, He, will, Flare, forth, triumphant. Sum, Sum, Ideal, of Identity: Word. Terrible, unuttered. Tet, wblcb, In splendor, Is, bored, Silent, upon, a kneeling, city. —Ibid, Poem 62 Here is another Villa idea that is merely the refurbishing of an old concept first given utterance by the patriarchs of old. It is the way these old ideas are expressed that makes us wonder if we had heard them before. We gather the petals one by one and we discover that the old concept is laid before us in its central core. Specially is this true in religion, in which to be of value, to merit approval, an idea must not depart from what humanity has held sacred during the last two thousand years. The poet's achieve ment here is greater, for he has giv en us a new vision, a new insight. When the poet says that God's “Grandeur is beyond anatomic la bor,'' he would laugh at the religion ists and the geometricians who would explain God by slide rule and reason; he would reserve the first laugh for those who would deny Dogma simply because if the Virgin Mary went up through the atmosphere, she would have died “from irrespirable gases the mo ment she got up far above the earth and if she went up very fast, she would have burned like a me teor." (Dr. Anton Charlston of the National Society for Medical Re search in a news story in the Even ing News, Manila, November 11. 1950). Villa, has the knack of improving on many a revered phrase in poetry and getting away with it. Not the up-gathering, climactic last verse in this poem. Keats envisioning the enraptured Cortes (Balboa), “silent, upon a peak in Darien," gives us a synthesis of awe and wonder. Villa noticing how the earth praises God with a thousand voices, gives us a picture of power and submission, when he imagines God looking, “silent, upon, a kneeling city." Page 48 THE CAROLINIAN DOWN BELOW (Continued from page 11) STUDENT CATHOLIC ACTION ... (Continued from page 36) state, and the students are laced vzith the grim problem of adapting themselves to the realities of modern life, and at the same time, to strip the present times of the "holy” cow of materialism, substituting it with an environment ideal for Christians. But how can this be done? One word is the answer: Action! Action on the part of the students, Action that shall take a concrete form, brought about by an organized student force. This force is the Student Catholic Action. How successful we will be gauged from recent precedents in Europe. Young European priests, vzith papal approval, have left their conventos, doffed their cassocks, and worked in the factories as common laborers. Down into the grimy depths ol the mines, these dynamic Christian torchbearers toil in per petual twilight side by side with other laborers. This set-up has brought the mikieu close to the Church by contact, by knovzledge of their problems, and by the exer tion of influence. WILD OATS Similarly, youthful enthusiasm, coupled with a great cause, may be siphoned to constructive action. Here the SCA finds pride because it affords youth that opportunity for ACTION! The SCA is an apostolic move ment to meet the 'challenge of pre sent conditions in the Filipino stu dent environment. It brings the Christian atmosphere to the class rooms, sidewalks, social halls and homes. Such activities as the pro motion of personal holiness, the formation of Catholic book and mo vie clubs, checking evil literature, youth meetings, social inquiries, re treats, and student rallies constitute apostolic action. The SCA is a student's move ment for the welfare, orientation, and guidance ol youth. When stu dents themselves feel responsible for these things, this sense ol res ponsibility is transformed to action. Such projects like the putting up of a recreation center, study clubs, leadership seminars, cultural revi vals, and the boycott of evil places, will go a long way towards the Christian face-lifting of the campus front. "Toll mo hew I came to lose my love "Please answer me, Oh lord . . Lord in heaven .. . what has He got to do vzith a singer? And, yet, this record is selling like a chip off a king's crown. "Lot her know I've been tree "Send hor bock so we can start anew "In my sorrow may I turn to Too "Please answer mt... Funny. I've been spinning this I record a dozen times, it's only now I I feel like an elephant is sitting on ■ me. ' "If she's happier without me "Don’t tell her I care "tut If she still thinks about me "Flease let her hear my prayer . . Huh! That guy thinks he's talk ing with somebody big. But I guess . he's got his heart up on his lips, i at that. The way they feel them; selves out is something I certainly ' wish I can do. No shamming. No ; pretense. Just the honest-to-God ' person that one is. I remember, once, I was still in College, there was a priest there, our spiritual counsellor, with whom I had a long talk. Quite a guy, that Father. 1 was ready to knife a dirty spiker over a girl and all he did was grin at me. Of course, I saw him in his office after that. There were things he said I can’t remember now but they did a lot to me. In fact, they sort of gave me the ideas for my show in Hour For Reflection. What was that he said. . .? "The i quality of mercy is not strained. .." "No, No. Something else. "You see your face in a mirror, but not your soul. It takes a Higher Power lo judge it." Yes, something to that effect. Well, he only said that because he knevz I wouldn't kneel in any church for anything in the bible... But the way he said it... certainly . struck a note in me. Now, what's his name again.. . ? Maybe 1 can : get him to give me some pointers ! for my show. Can't remember his ’ name. Who does, anyhow...? The SCA is not a closed shop of "pious respectables." It is for the mass of the students. It en deavors to instil in every member an apostolic fervor to "seek that which is gone astray." The SCA is a service. It docs not only help those in distress, but "In my sorrow may I turn to Too "Please answer me, oh lord." That's right. Lory knows. That was the same priest who introduced me to her. I think I'll call her and find out. "Hey, Max!... Max, will you take over on board for me. I've got some telephoning to do..." That operator's sleeping on her switchboard! "Hello, Lory?.. Don... Listen, I . . .” "It's been a week and you haven't come home, Don . . ." "Yeah, 1 know. Listen .. . Who was that..." "I was going to tell you that we . . "Later on, Lory. I'm in a hur ry ... .” T just thought I ought to tell you." "That'll have to wait, vzhatever it is... Now, who was that Father back in school who ...” Don ... the doctor says I'm . . "Will you stop interrupting me. . for once! I've got a show on the air!" "And I'm going to have a ba by ... ” "All right! So you're going to have a baby! All I vzant to know is . . ." "Hello? . . . Don? . . . Don!” ■ Y-y-yes, L-L-Lory?" "Don . . . it's two months on the way .. ." "A-A-baby . .. ?” "Yes.” "I'm going to be a . . . father?” "What do you think?” I've got to be getting out of here. Fast! "Hey, Max! Tell the boss I sud deniy got a stomach ache . . . No, no. Tell him 1 need a haircut pretty badly .. . Tell him anything . . ." I'm going home! it also provides for such services as the preparation for marriage, re creational facilities, sports competi tion, savings system, retreats and recollections, cooperative stores, guidance service. Being a representative body for (Continued on page 3SI) MARCH, 1954 Page 49 USC NEWS ;.. (Continued from, page 39}’ George Baladhay of U.S.P., who spoke on Rizal, a Magic Name" won the first prize. The bronze medal awardeee was Tomas Revilles, C.S.J.'s representative. In an oratorical tilt sponsored by the Pre-Law Class Organization during the National Heroes Day last December 30, which was held in the USC quadrangle, Miss Dejoras romped away with the coveted Ex-President Osmeha's gold medal as first placer. She represented the Secretarial Department. Other winners in the Pre-Law Oratorical Contest were: Miss Con cepcion Jakosalem, 2nd place. Col lege of Education and Mr. Primi tivo Lara, Jr. of the Liberal Arts, third. • Two USC Scholars Top in PNC Mr. Jesus Roa and Miss Teopista Suico, U.S.C. instructors who are taking their B.S.E.Ed. in the PhilipCAMPUSCRATS .. . are bent on making the Basketball team appear like plugged cents...they really can play... even if they are yearling in this game... the battered calloused softball brick-bracks notwithstanding... and a coach who doubles up for a mean one-man cheering squad! Softabelle pitcher BABY HIFE... can really throw sizzling curves in or out... excluding her curves, natcherly... while Amazon-like backstop CARLOTA MEJIA... is great in her ball swal lowing... with the gloves (of course)... these two are the standouts in the learn. You must have noticed folks, that in this issue are pictures of people who made the publication of this mag possible. These are the guys and ■ .gals who skipped classes, missed dinner, and sizzled tons of sweat for dear ole usc... to make this publication really worthwhile reading. On the rollcall is the Ed (JESSE (james) VESTIL) who has a sweet-... sour disposition... depending on the climate... and who talks to the staffers just by rubbing his gums., kerrect, Ed?... We have also two dashing Brooklyn Bums who make the staffers' work more enlighteningly when the going gets rough... NESTOR MORELOS and BUDDY QUITORIO... two guys who could crack jokes and put up a unique interpretation of a LewisMartin routine at a drop of a* Buri hat... at a drop of a cap also... they could make a snappy retreat... especially when there's too much work in the office... and pretty girls are trying to attract their attention... they are great dancers, mind you... but while Buddy is utilizing his dancing prowess in creaking ballrooms... Nestor is dishing it out in the basketball court... sharpening and perfecting his jump and pivot shots... before joining the USC Varsity team... hhmp! Then there's a duo who put heart and soul into their work... REIS AWITAN, JR. and BART DE CASTRO... there's Joe DE LA RIARTE... who do wonders with the typekeys.... there’s TOMMY "ITCHY-VARRE" with an aching tummy... CESAR MELLA, the busy-bee... INDAY TEVES, charming as her articles... NAZI SALGADO, with a funny bone.., DICK CABAILO, whose illustrations really illustrates... all great, self-sacrificing people... keep it up, folks... and may your worries depart! Before reaching the end of the line, I'd like to extend my heart-felt con grats to our grads... for these sweet and gentle people, I have nothing but a resounding applause for a job well done. Till then... may you (and I) have a wonderful vacation... ADIOS for now... pine Normal ■ College • in Manila, were reported to have ranked first and second respectively in their classes during the first semester of the school year 1953-54. The U.S.C.: scholars will finish their B.S.E.Ed. course this summer at ’ the P.N.C. ancT are expected to return to this university for the next school year. ..........■■■•A Master's degree holder, Miss Teopista Suico was the former head of the Normal College of U.S.C. and Mr. Roa, B.S.E. was a science in structor. The lormer position of the Nor mal College head is at present oc cupied by Mrs. Encarnacion Mar celo. Mrs. Caridad Dris tentatively took the place of Mr. Jesus Roa. Mrs. Marcelo graduated from P.N.S. (now Philippine Normal Col lege), magna cum laude. Mrs. Dris graduated from the same school, also a cum laude. (Continued from page 18) • Zoological Society .Ceara for University Day The intention ol the Biology De partment to display more varieties of specimens for the University Day resulted in two consecutive field' trips to Batasan and Hilotangan islands last January 8 and January 30, respectively. The field trips made by the members of the USC Zoological Society were headed by their advisers, Mrs. Hilda Diores Lastimosa, Mr. Bienvenido Marapao and an invited enthusiast Miss Pat Abellana, a biology teacher of Co legio de San Jose. In Batasan island, a few minutes trip by boat from Tubigon Bohol, the group split into three teams with definite . assignments as to what to collect. These various’ teams found the things they want ed: Archasters, brittle stars, blue crabs, sea anemone, jelly fish, co rals.and many others. The Lastimo sa team came across various kinds of sponges; the Aleguiojo team busied themselves with a candy colored family of Molluscans and Echinoderms; while the Marapao group finally waded on the knee deep water for deeper sea-shore inhabitants. Not contented with what they got in Batasan, they planned an other trip to Hilotangan — this time with more enthusiastic members. The trip was made possible by the generosity of Mr. Manuel Ponce who offered his motor boat to the Society which carried them to the island; Hilotangan is a richer source for marine animals than Batasan. There were more of algaes, and Mollus cans. The members of the USC Biolo gy Dept, are often encouraged by their Department Head, Rev. Enri(Continued on page 52) ANYTHING YOU SAY (Continued from page 38) Dear Sir: Here's a dig: Do we have an al ma mater song? If we do, why keep it from the campus? I'd like to hear myself whistle the stuff—or even sing it if I get the courage. — LUKAS BAKANG. Engineering. We have that song: "Mighty San Car* los’' ... had it eversince. Yob don't need singing lessons to get in tune* -Just -feel like a real Carolinian and learn that beautiful piece of musie. Ask for- a copy from any USC old-timer. — Editor Page 50 THE CAROLINIAN FROM THE GREEN FIELDS ... (Continued front page 47) THE ROVING EYE (Continued from page 45) The past came, went, gone. Now, the environment around me is q different one. Yet, we still associate with people — simple people but happy people, contented of the little things they have. The plow, the carabao, and the field are their means of livelihood. They live not in mansions, but . in small huts, strong enough to resist the west wind, habagat, during the months of July and August. After the planting season which usually falis in the months ol November and October, we only wait for harvest time. So long as we can pull out the weeds that hinder the growth of our plants, we have much time for fun — meeting people. Here, we even know our neighbors at the other side of the hill. That's because we are not as busy as you are out there in the city. Do you remember the persons living in the apartment next to ours? We noticed how they used to leave their apartment very early in the morning to catch their bus and be on time for the office . . . then, come home late. Here, in the farm, so long as we have something for dinner — perhaps a bunch of bananas — we can already sleep peacefully the whole day. We scarcely need any police force. Nor any courthouse. The Teniente del Barrio, in most cases is capable enough to settle petty disputes among ourselves. Though we go shooting, yet, it's different from that which we had witnessed in Cebu during the 1949 elections. We don't shoot people. We don't hunt for men as did the killers of Monroy and Scarface. We only hunt for wild animals and wild birds. And, mind you amigo, a roasted wild pigeon tastes ten times better than the crabs we used to purchase at Carbon Market! Cadillac, Packard, Fords and jeepneys are out of place here. We have only kadilakad as means of transportation. Me? I have my non-convertible. It can climb hills and trace very narrow paths. I don't have to tax my pocket for gasoline nor use my hands shifting the gear in a proper tempo. Not even use my feet for the accelerator, brake or clutch. 1 can even have my afternoon nap over it while in motion. It has a tail, two horns and four feet, not to mention the other parts. In short, — my car . . . er . . . carabao. We have a "piano" of our own brand. Unfortunately however, it gives no music, but enables us to roast young corn, cook bibingka, binignit. suman and other delicacies. It's our wooden stove, around which we gather in the evening. This is life here in Mingkayumang. There are times when I crave for your company again. The streets we used to sort out, to walk on while we tell stories about our friends . . . Dading, Panching, Jeaf, Fe . . . remember? I thought those days would go on forever. But everything has an end. The day ends when the glimmering landscape fades out of sight . . . when the plowman plods his way homeward and leaves the world to darkness; the night ends when the morning star treks its way on the quiet sky . . . when the shrilling of the .cock breaks the dawn's solemn stillness; and . . . university life ends when students, after several years of sacrifices, tribulations and happiness, find their way from the stage with caps and gowns and ribboned diplomas in hands. God wills all these, and that is a con solation. The sun over me is getting hotter now ... and ... there! That's Tatay Sebio's voice! He must have discovered the feather 1 removed from, one of the wings of his tamed rooster. What if he holds a whip in his hands? Ah ! Thy will be done, Oh Lord! 'till then, DODONG early solution ol our agrarian problems and social unrest. NOT BY BREAD ALONE DOES MAN LIVE BUT BY EVERY WORD FROM GOD is the divine saying. If man is negligent of this spiritual food, then he eventually forgets his Crea tor and becomes swayed and recep tive to Communism. It has been obvious that this is a part of the solution to social prob lems of the present administration. More power to our "Guy"! How many of us are hypocrites? Or can anyone of us be classified as one? Have we known what we really are? It pays to know what Boboy in his essay on hypoc rites printed in the Corps (PMA). A hypocrite, he says, if may de fine it—is a dishonest man who tells baseless truths and sweet lies here or abroad for his own good. And what a trade this hypocrisy is! A liar lies, a humbug boasts, an actor acts, a traitor betrays, and an orator speaks, but a hypocrite does all these—and efficiently at that! He is what you call a versatile man —a more intelligent genius than was Beniamin Franklin who was lack of all trades and almost master of all. Well, a hypocrite isn't al most a master—he IS! Many of our old folks said that it’s hard to understand today's mod ern people. Even the youngsters oftentimes fail to understand them selves. According to S. Romero in the Scholar (Centro Escolar U), some women are queer people. They eat vitaminic food to grow stout and when they succeed, they start re ducing. Ask them their age and they feel insulted. It is funny to find men going to beauty parlors for their hairdo. While some ol them want their hair curled and set, our women have them trimmed and shaved. It makes us feel that the world is going topsy-turvy. Well, like the setting sun that gra dually sinks behind the horizon, then leaving this part of the earth to darkness in order to light the oth er side of the globe, our roving eye gradually hides itself behind its weary eyelids to feast on other sights in the dream world. Bye. . . MARCH, 1954 Page 51 NAIL IT DOWN . . . (Continued from par/e 45) HAVE YOU HEARD? ... (Continued from, page 35) The buoyant optimistic airy hopes of my heart coupled with sanguine expecta tions will cling to a promise of an inextinguishable desire that comes only from a love that carries benignity, piquancy, and a vaulting ambition. (Who says we can’t write English?) This letter of mine does not offer blandiloquence nor obsequiousness, flunkeyism, flummery or euphemism., (Make a beeline for the die.) rather it is a nod of approba tion, a laudation, encomium and a tribute to your angelic face and imposing stature, which tugged at my heartstrings and gave me a tantalizing shock far more powerful than Rocky Marciano doing business with his right hook. (Ho-hum!) Adding more beauty to injury: Non semper erit aeslas; Eheu! Fugaces labuntur anni, sic transit gloria mundi. Cherches la femme. Probatom esl. Cadit queslio. Currente calamo nous avons change tout cela. Salva res est. Labitur el labetur; Iruditur dies die; fugaces la buntur anni. Averbis ad verbera, ad actum est. Gom-byc. Happy vacafionizing. Amen. USC NEWS... (Continued from pupr 50> que Schoenia, S.V.D., to undertake similar field trips. • USC Zoological Society Held a Biological Seminar With the aim in view of discussina scientific problems, the USC ZOOLOGICAL SOCIETY held a Bioloqical Seminar at the Projection room last Sunday, February 21. Different speakers spoke on dif ferent subjects. Rev. Rudolf Rahmann, S.V.D., Dean of the Graduate School, discussed on "Cultural Strata of the Philippines." The Dean oi the College of Liberal Arts and Head of Biology Dept., Rev. Enrique Schcenig made a short remark on "Classification." Dr Protasio Solon. Head of USC Clinic and a Faculty member, spoke on " Filterable Vi ruses" and Mr. Julian Jumalon, a Faculty member, on "Butterflies." Tire active advisor of the Biological Society, Mrs. Hilda Lastimosa closed t'ne program by a short remark. The success of the affair was greatly due to its president, Mr Samuel Ochotorena • Secretary-Ceneral on W ay to Vienna Rev. Fr. Francis Caraa, S.V.D.. Secretary-General, bade goodbye to all USC instructors and students when he left for Vienna, Austria on a vacation leave last January 21. Our beloved Secretary General is taking that trip on his physician's advice. He will stay in Europe for about a year and will return to USC on time for the opening of the first semesler of school year 1955 MR. CHAIRMAN, I DECLINE... (Continued from pane 29) look up and down at the figures op posite your subjects. You find that you've failed. All because being a president you had been a busybody with only a table to knock on when nobody's looking and one body to hustle about performing the task oi two dozen men. That's the kind ol president I was, am, and will never be again. Five-thousand-peso beds? You can have it, brotherl And when I find myself in any other meeting where an election is underway . .. Well, I've got it all lined up, what I am going to say. And that spinsteacher of mind back in the grades didn't pass this on to me either. 1 hatched it up myself, that is, I authored it. I'm going to say, "Mr. Chairman: If. . . comma. . . when. . . com ma. . . in the course of human events. ... comma. . . a man shall have come to an occasion. . . com ma. . . when he shall be called upon to offer his knowledge and ability in the threshold of a mighty gov ernment of men. . . colon. . . then. . . comma. . . and only then. . . com ma. . . shall I say unto you. . . com ma. . . and I shall say it without fear of untoward repercussions . . . comma. . . that I. . . comma ... Mr. Chairman. . . do respectfully say here and now. . . comma. . . that I decline the nomination. . . period. Smith-Mundt grantee. He will stay there for 90 days to observe the cultural shade American Youth. Atty. Prudencio Denting Law '51 is still at it, I mean a bachelor. Besides, he is now wielding his "know-how" in lugait, Misamis Oriental. Dodo Lactao and Dodo Borromeo consolidated their Lex "inheritance" into the Borromeo & Lactao Law Office. So if you've "external trouble" in Cagayan de Oro City, these two dashing and handsome abogados ore ever-ready to extend you their legal ingenuities. I re member Serg Lactao way back in 1948 when he copped the second berth in Feature writing. He was the feature ed of the "C" at that time. The Teaching Force roster of Mambajao Central School contains the names of several U.S.C. alumnae. Among those teaching the 3 R's are Pacita Woo, Pacing Lusbo, Elsa Paderanga and Purisima Balite. If you happen to pass through Guiuan, Samar, you've got an ex-Carolinian who's ever ready to settle your "troubles". He is Atty. Jose Lucero, Jr. who was newly appointed Chief of Police of that place. Atty. Lucero successfully hurdled the re cent Bar Examinations. Kudos, Joe. Baltazar Calumba, our former chief clerk at the Registrar's Office, now knacks his Accounting guts in Tagbilaran, Bohol. He enjoys teaching facts and figures al Holy Name College. It might be recalled that Bal passed the CPA Board Examina tions without taking review classes. A USC commerce graduate heads one of the biggest companies of New York. Vicente Dy, one of the successful comerciantes who acquired his skill in that field from USC is presently a broker of the Columbia Rope Company, Cebu Branch, with its head office in New York. He champions the master-dealing of the principal Philippine products, abaca and copra. Elpidio Fontanial, BSE "52 now heads the Camvill Academy. In his capacity as principal teacher of the said institution, we believe he is capable for the job as he is a holder of an A.B. degree. He handles Biology and Sciences, the sub jects which he liked best during his stu dent days. Speaking of principals, we proudly presents our junior Cervantes, Jose S. Ruh, BSE '52. Joe now tackles his job as principal of San Carlos Private High, San Carlos, Neg. Occ. As Spanish major he enjoys teaching the Cervantes tongue. Page 52 THE CAROLINIAN JKts. ^ttcatnacion ~/K atceio MRS. ENCARNACION MARCELO (acting Head of the Junior Normal College), in her one year stay in USC, has done her work commendably well. Our Rev. Fr. Rector has good words to say of her. She is one of the most experienced and well-informed instructors of this university. She graduated from the Philippine Normal College with a degree of B.S.E.Ed., magna cum laude. A junior and senior teacher eligible, she devoted 14 of her most fruitful years as an elemen tary teacher at the Gregorio del Pilar Elementary School in Manila. She is quiet, dignified in her ways and very sympa thetic. No wonder USC has only respect and affection fcr her.—CAM MRS. CAR1DAD DRIS is one of the newest additions to the USC Faculty, yet in her short stay here she has won the hearts of her students who adore her as a real mother. True enough, USC extends her special good wishes and thanks to this outstanding teacher. She obtained her B.S.E.Ed. degree in the Philippine Normal College, cum laude. She had been a private tutor in Manila for 12 years. A woman with a humble ambition, her only aim in life is to be a good mother, a loving wife, and an effi cient teacher. All these, she has successfully attained. Although she professes respect and inner attachment for USC and like to stay here permanently, she may be forced to leave us soon for a higher and nobler duty. She has to rejoin her family in Manila who is missing her a lot. We regret that her association with us should be short-lived. To her, we say, Good luck and God speed.—CAM ~/Kts. Cat id ad S&tis 4 Make Your Friends Remember Their Graduation BY GIVING THEM A . . .TO.. . Write for a complete List of Books, Prayerbooks, Pamphlets, Novenas and other Religious Articles CATHOLIC TRADE SCHOOL 1916 Oroquieta Manila Choose from among Seven different bindings ... 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