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Title: The Carolinian
Issue Date: Volume XVIII (Issue No. 3) December 1954
Year: 1954
Language: English
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extracted text: 3T IS A GOOD THING to observe Christmas Day. The mere marking of times and seasons, when men agree to stop work and make merry together, is a wise and wholesome custom. It helps one to feel the supremacy of the common life over the individual life. It reminds a man to set his own little watch, now and then, by the great clock of humanity which runs on sun time. But there is a better thing than the observance of Christmas day, and that is keeping Christmas. Are you willing to forget what you have done for other people, and to remember what other people have done for you; to ignore what the world owes you, and to think what you owe the world; to put your rights in the background, and your duties in the middle distance, and your chances to do a little more than your duty in the foreground; to see that your fellowmen are just as real as you are, and try to look behind their faces to their hearts, hungry for joy; to own that prob ably the only good reason for your existence is not what you are going to get out of life, but what you are going to give to life; to close your book of com plaints against the manage ment of the universe, and look around you for a place where you can sow a few seeds of happiness . . . are you willing to do these things even for a day? Then you can keep Christmas. Are you willing to stoop down and consider the needs and the desires of little chil dren; to remember the weak ness and loneliness of people who are growing old; to stop asking how much your friends love you, and ask yourself whether you love them enough; to bear in mind the things that other people have to bear on their hearts; to try to understand what those who live in the same house with you really want, without waiting for them to tell you; to trim your lamp so that it will give more light and less smoke, and to carry it in front so that your shadow will fall behind you; to make a grave for your ugly thoughts, and a. garden for your kindly feelings, with the gate open . . . are you willing to do these things even for a day? Then you can keep Christmas. Are you willing to believe that love is the strongest thing in the world . . . stronger than hate, stronger than evil, stronger than death . . . and that the blessed life which began in Bethlehem nineteen hundred years ago is the image and brightness of the Eternal Love? Then you can keep Christmas. And if you keep it for a day, why not always? But you can never keep it alone. DECEMBER 19 5 4 Vol. XVIII No. 3 CAROLINIAN eaiToriai TOMAS L. L. ECHIVARRE Ziilotlal SlaU ”»"»?*?? 4 Af' ............... AdOSamuaeNFabrLz On this Dssue . . . Owt Qoueh. An artist's conception of the ap proved main entrance design of the "Templette" used during the celebration of the Marian Con gress at Cebu City last Nov ember. Designed by Mr. Paulo H. Beltran, P.I.A., and Mr. Santos R. Alton, P.I.A., both instructors of the USC Department of Ar chitecture. Presentation drawings by Mr. Adolfo B. Cabailo, stu dent of Architecture and staff member of this magazine. .JKa.iia.ti S&ogtna The celebration of the Marian Congress this November climaxes the 100th anniversary of the Definition of the Dogma of the Immaculate Conc^ffliBn._______ , , _ _____________ ____ In connection with this religious festival, it is important to recall a few significant facts that happened in the year 431. History records that in that year, the Council of Ephesus condemned Nestorius, a patriarch of Constantinople who maintained that there are in Jesus Christ a divine person and a human person joined in perfect harmony of action but not in the unity of the single individual. Nestorius had assailed the dogma of the true Divinity of the Man conceived and born by the Blessed Virgin Mary. St. Cyril, who took up the defense of Christ's Divine nobility and of Our Lady's honor, was spontaneously hailed by the people of Ephesus as their "Great Defender." The decision of the Council and its clear-cut definition of the dogma are now a milestone in the history of Mariology. As Catholics, we should therefore rejoice, together with the people of Ephesus centuries ago, at the historic decision. It is an admirable mystery to take into one's head the fact that it was a woman who handed death and misery to man and yet, it was also a woman who restored life and happiness to him. Jkiistrnas, 795^ Two thousand years ago, Jesus Christ said: "Blessed are the poor in spirit: For theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are they that mom: For they shall be comforted. Blessed are the meek: For they shall inherit the earth. Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst for For they shall be filled. Blessed are the merciful: For they shall obtain mercy. Blessed are the pure in heart: For they shall see God." Today, Christmas, we pause to remember Him Who said those words. Our celebration of the day signifies the renewal of our love for Him, the strengthening of our faith and trust in His Divine Goodness. We remember His Sermon on the Mount, too. Not only because of the moral lessons it taught us; but also because of the love He bore for us. He gave us Love when He preached; and promised more of it when He died. Such was His Goodness; such is His love for us. i .Today is Christmas. His birthday. A day of good cheer and rejoicing. Its essence is Charity. Its quintessence, Love. This is the spirit behind the gift; the meaning behind the phrase, "Merry Christmas;" and the philosophy of Love. DECEMBER, 1954 Pace 1 ScUtet'a. Hate The following is o letter written by Frederick Kriekenbeck to his father, Mr. Denzil Clive Kriekenbeck. As some Corolinions will recall, Fred is a USC alumnus who graduated valedictorian from the High School Training Deport ment in 1950. He appeared in the front cover of the September issue of the CAROLINIAN (l 950) the cover story of which was entitled: Frederick Kriekenbeck: Model Carolinian, Harvard Scholar. He took the Harvard tests in May at the US consulate in Cebu City. Finished the elementary grades in two years before he enrolled in USC as a freshman. During his high school days in USC, he was the model student: became the editor of the Green and Gold and busi ness manager of the Jr. Carolinian. He particularly excelled in Scouting where he received a special award as a Life Scout — the first recipient of such a merit in Cebu. After a few weeks in the preparatory law course, he left for Harvard University having qualified for an under groduate scholarship awarded by thot University. In Harvard he maintained his schol arship, graduating Bachelor of Arts in 1953. He was in the second year re gular Law when he arrived at a decision to enter the priesthood, (Society of Jesus) a decision unanimously opposed by his family, and opposed especially by his sister Florence. blunt language. As her letter puts it, "You have just as good as for saken us." Florence undoubtedly felt considerably disappointed at my change of plans, and she has written me a bitter letter stating why. There are slight traces of resentment in it, but, charitably understood, they all amount to the natural reaction of a loving sister sorely let down in her expectations by an equally loving brother. If this be Florence's attitude about my decision, I do not know exactly what to expect from you. But I am sure of a few things. In her letter, Florence made arguments against the course I have adopted which you yourself would probably make. Her reasoning centered on the ideas of loss and of waste: my entry to the priesthood would be a loss to the family and a waste THE PRIEST is another Christ — respect him. He is God's Representative — trust him. He is your Benefactor — be thankful to him. “IM Babe jUot ©josien But 3 Babe Cfjosen ©oil...” 418 Beacon Street Boston, Mass., USA October 11, 1954 Dear Dad, A lady friend of mine whom I met last week was surprised to hear about my decision to enter the priesthood. She said, "That is all very nice, but it is like losing a son." She could have easily added, "And I cannot bear to lose mine." A letter that 1 have here from Flo rence expresses almost the same sentiment, but in stronger and more of my talents. Here, I would like to argue to the contrary, and if I will fail to convince you, I will not be surprised. I will not be sur prised because I realize that the difference between your position and mine lies not in the facts about a career in the priesthood but in the standpoints we take in view ing these facts and the scales we use in evaluating them; and this is a fundamental difference. All I ask is that you give me a fair hearing. I had not read far into Florence's letter when I realized what a gulf there was between the thinking that underlay her reasoning and my own thinking. The gulf lay at two points: the point of vision and the point of value. For there are two ways of viewing the .world and all history: according as Man sees them and according as God sees them: and Florence adopted the first and I the second. Florence concluded in her letter that my action fell below — far below — the standard that Man has set up. In medicine we call the sub standard "pathologic"; in law, "ille(Continued on paye .!■!) Page 2 THE CAROLINIAN The author was one-time editor of the CAROLINIAN, and the USC year book, SEMPER FIDELIS. Currently he edits a Catholic weekly, LUNGSURANON and the Cebu Jaycees Herald. He is now on temporary assignment on the USC faculty. He was the Editors Association of Philippines pool correspondent to the SEATO conference, board member of EDAP, appointed by Mrs. Pacita Warns member of the Cebu SWA Advisory Council. Despite his job, he still finds time to write guest editorials for a local daily, and do two columns daily for the local papers and the EDAP newspapers in Visavas and Mindanao. One of his columns written under the pen-name Leon Genson hos been quoted 4 times by the Philippines Free Press in 7 issues. He finished his law at USC and is now practising his profession in this city. lie, she chose to thrust into the hands of a frankly Catholic leader her delicate and perilous fate after her defeat in World War II. Chance llor Adenauer does not wear his Catholicism as our politicians are wont to exhibit their Faith at elec tion-times but renounce it in their everyday comportment. Adenauer is Catholic both in words and in practice, he hears Mass and takes BLUE RAYS of HOPE OVER the HORIZON T HAS BEEN the favorite pastime of world affairs ex perts and editorialists to bite their nails in anxiety and weep over the terrible impending fate coming our way. Out of their profound analysis of the movement of events and cast of mind of the current statesmen they foresee the rocks to which the world is going, head first. They predict the deluge, the fire and the brimstone. It is a safe, sure-fire formula for forecasting. Every now and then a war breaks out — vindicating our prognostica tors of doom. The world has always been that way since Cain murdered his brother. The descendants of Cain could never seem to escape the blood-stained chromosomes of heredity. Yet there are signs today that may yet make our "misfortune tellers" eat back their words. The present world is perceptibly mov ing into an era of faith and re ligious-consciousness. And this may spare us from another war for a long, long time. There is for sure a great effort in the world today to cut itself loose from the doctrines of mater ialism and atheism which not long ago it wore on its breast as a badge of culture and fashionableness. Postwar Europe swept into power a political party that is frankly religious — the Christiandemocrats. It is an astonishing phenomenon. A political party of the same name, holding to the same principles and professing the same faith rose in power in the same period in three different countries in Europe. The Christian-democrats are in the saddle in Italy, Germany and in France. Des pite the fall of the Christian-democrat premier in France, lately, his party still holds a mighty sway in the French political arena. The heads of state of Western Germany and Italy are Christian-democrats. In other years, a political party in Europe with a hint of religious affiliations never stood a china man's chance of getting into power. Religion was considered a plague to keep away from in political cir cles. But today the most respected and, according to world affairs pundits, the greatest political leader in Europe since Charlema gne, is West Germany Chancellor Konrad Adenauer. He is a devout Catholic, a man of integrity and wisdom with a stout heart and a great understanding of the ways of men. Altho Germany is not, as Italy and France, predominantly CathoTHE AUTHOR Holy Communion very often. On the morning of the German elections last year, he walked to church, his hand clasping a worn-out prayer book, heard the early Mass and took Holy Communion. He won the elections by a tre mendous landslide. The triumph of Chancellor Adenauer is not merely the victory of his party in Germany. It was the triumph of the forces of decency and freedom over those of evil and tyranny, of religion over Atheism, of united Europe over the men who would seek to break it into pieces, of the forces of peace over the men who live by the sword, of Democracy over Communism. The events in Germany are of (Continued on page 28) DECEMBER, 1954 Page 3 THE HDminiSTRflTIOIl EMOCRACY is the most abused word in the Phil ippines today. Yet, the administration in a demo cracy is not a quixotic phrase. It is that total arrangement of human relationships in specific institutional group which alone can satisfy the equation here posed for consider ation. It is at once the setting, the plot, and the acting out of a drama which we are imperatively required to perform in order to give actual ity to the basic values and ends of the human enterprise. Brooke Adams defines adminis tration as "the capacity to coordi nate many, and often conflicting, social energies in a single organ ism so adroitly that they shall operate as a unity." Again he says: "Administration or generali zation is not only the faculty upon which social stability rests, but it is, possibly, the highest faculty of the mind."1 Operationally, administration is the process and agency which lay down the broad object for which an organization and its manage ment are to strive, and which give general oversight, in the continuing effectiveness, to the total organi zation in pursuing the objective sought. In American political democracy, and growing in part out of what was in the eighteenth century be lieved to be a necessary corollary of it, we have proceeded on the assumption of the need for "checks and balances." The executive branch of public power was to be checked by the legislative and both were to be checked by the judicial arm. Today a vast new fourth function has developed — that of bodies of public administration. These have been found necessary to carry on the business of the public. The conditions of good admi nistration — in quality and mean ing of purpose, in human attitudes, in powers of communication oppor tunities for criticism, in the inward ness of leadership responsibilities entailed, in the distribution of res ponsibility and of knowledge — these conditions are democratic conditions. Democracy has high in its constituent elements the aim of con serving and enhancing the person ality of all individuals—the idea of respect for the integrity of the hu man person and of the primary value of developing persons as ends in themselves. Yet this pro position depends for its acceptance upon the meaning which is read into the word "personality." I take it that this includes the discovery and use of unique talents, the fullest possible expression of creative powers, the responsible assumption of a share in shaping the conditions which are found to • * Academic and Research Assistant to the Dean, Graduate School • make growth in the quality of per sonal living possible. The idea of personality, also includes the ac quiring of sufficient knowledge and understanding, the sense of having enough status with one's peers, the sentiment of friendly attachment to one's fellows, the possession of enough voice and power in one's society, so that one feels that he is in fact helping to shape the con ditions which make possible the achievement of individual, creative release. It has to do with a con tinuing re-examination of self and society to assure that the dignity of the human person is being main tained under changing conditions. In this democratic process the persons or selves involved explicitly themselves in a relation of recipro cal obligation to their fellows. And they do this, at least ideally, in an absolute and unequivocal way. It is true that they want some things for themselves and their consti tuents out of democratic group action. Certain self-interests have to be served and these basically relate to certain phases of person ality fulfillment. But also consti tuency comes to agreements upon matters other than closely personal which affect and advance a more general welfare. Devotion to self fulfillment and to social helpfulness does thus in some measure attain practical reconciliation. A certain reciprocal benefit usually arises out of this shared effort to handle com mon problems. The process is not perfect, but it is educational in the sense that the vision ol each participant as to what is the good for self and for society is widened. An operating interest is made which is educational, and which is also subject to correction if a pro posal is tried and found wanting. What we are thus in process of achieving is a necessary, pru dent, and productive sharing of power, of knowledge, and of res pect.- Irrespective ol methods con ventional thought to be "democra tic" such as voting and the like, wherever sharing on all these fronts goes forward, where creative re lease of persons is taking place, where responsibility for achieving this aims are being equally shared — there is democracy. The me thods which eventuate in accom plishing all this successfully are democratic. The administration in a demo cracy should cover the over-all direction of the governmental or(Continued on page 18) 1 The Theory of Revolution, pp. 207-208. - See H. I). Lasswell and M. S, Mc Dougal, "Legal Education and Public Policy: Professional Training in Public Interest,’’ Yale Law Journal, March, If)/,.I, p. 217. in n DEmocnncy THE CAROLINIAN Page 4 HEN ADAM and Eve were driven from the Garden of Eden, they went away to face the rest of the world whatever good and evil, joy and sorrow, pain and suffering was in store for them. From that every moment they were hounded by plagues, diseases and sicknesses which they were formerly immuned to. To combat these, the art of alle viating human suffering was born for the very reason that it became a necessity if one has to live. The early peoples resorted to the use of the materials found around them to defy human suffering and sick ness and with the aid they asked for from their early gods. The art therefore was a mixture of mysti cism and science. Sg. conquests were being made by Omar the Great. In the conquered cities were established medical schools, and pharmacy was studied as a branch of medicine. This was the time Pharmacy made its great strides. This was also the time Maimodes casted his influence on the subject and from which had been ment of pharmacy during the 13th, 14th, and 15th centuries. It was the age of alchemistic frenzy, where al most everybody was engaged in searching the "philosopher's stone" by which one could transmute base metals into gold. However, due to the researches made, different metals were found which were used later in medicine. The 16th century was characte rized by many reformations regard ing the practices of pharmacy. It was the age of Paracelsus who was then considered the brightest luminary in the field. "Theriac" a cure-all preparations was com pounded from fifty to seventy in gredients. The first official pharmakopeia also appeared and the other countries followed suit. JPHARMACT PAST and PRESENT Pharmacy was more of a mys tic art rather than a scientific one when it started. It savored more of science only during the Egyptian period attested to by the records dating as early as 3700 B.C. found in the tombs of the ancient. These records showed that plasters oint ments, collyria, inhalations and suppositories were already of use by the early peoples. With the coming of the Greeks, the practice of Pharmacy was improved highly by the influence of Democritus, Celsus and Hippocrates. They re duced to writing what they disco vered in their scientific researches. When the Greek empire declined, the Romans rose into power and in order to encourage pharmacy together with medicine, a law was passed exempting anybody in the practice of Pharmacy from taxations. The empire spread all over Europe, Northern Africa and Asia only to be stopped by the Germanic tribes who conquered them and almost exting uished the civilization they brought along with them. In another part of the world, patterned, the ethics of Pharmacy. In Europe, monasteries became healing-centers during the middle ages. The monks cultivated medic inal plants to aid them in their much needed medications. But years later, the Pope prohibited them from further practice and me dicine-compounding in order not to antagonize the licensed physicians. Here Pharmacy and Medicine suffered a great set-back. There were not enough physicians to min ister the sick people and so these sick people had to fall into the hands of the quacks. But it was also in this period that Pharmacy as an inde pendent science took a definite form. The word PHARMACY comes from a Greek word meaning "drug" or medicine although it has been linked with various meanings as; pharmakon, poison or sorcery; pharmakie. witch; pharmacipeus, poison; pharmacopoloi, quack doc tor; and pharmakoi, condemned criminals. The origin of the word might seem weird and querelous but its import is grave. There was no marked developFrom the 17th century came many brilliant men. Different metals were introduced, many chemicals discov ered, alkaloids from plants extrac ted, identified and from every corner of Europe many advances were made not only in medicine but also in botany, zoology, natural history and chemistry. Now Pharmacy is a very dyna mic science. Not only has it con vinced the world that it is very dif ferent from witchery, sorcery or voodooism but it has been able to prove the nobility of its calling and its necessity as a profession. Today, one can only practice it after long study, apprenticeship and after hurdling over the examinations required by law. To be a pharma cist, one must study botany, zoology and chemistry in addition to its professional and ethical aspects. To give those desirous to practice the art adequate preparation, the Philippine course on Pharmacy to day has been lengthened to five years. As I have said, Pharmacy is a (Continued on page 37) DECEMBER, 1954 Page 5 THE AUTHOR N ITS terminology, the words "ALPHA KAPPA ALPHA" are Greek words which mean MEN AND LEADER... The members are called "AKANS". We doff our cap to its founder, Dean Lolito Gil Gozum o/ the USC College ol Commerce, who emphasized to us the need of a fraternity so that in the full bloom of our youth it be comes not only necessary but also imperative, to cultivate and develop enduring friendship and esprit de corps among ourselves which may be of much use to us in the future. This fraternity was formed a year ago with only seven chartered mem bers. Its first Grand Akan was AUredo Vega, a young Certified Public Accountant who is currently practising his profession in Manila. But that was only the sowing of the seed; recently we saw it sprouting when a good number of USC Com merce instructors joined the Frater nity as honorary members. With Esteban Chua piloting the Fraternity as the incumbent Grand Akan; Benito Yu and Florentino Pas cua] as Deputy Grand Akan and Scroller respectively, and a host of equally competent officers—we are now having projects which . have gone past the blue-printing stage. One of these projects is the Scho larship Drive. It extends a helping hand to students enrolled in the College of Commerce who might be future savants if given the chance. If a freshman meets the require ments set up by the Alpha Kappa Alpha Scholarship Committee, a twoyear free scholarship will be his to enjoy. Another project recently launched: awarding a gold medals to outstanding graduates of the Col lege of Commerce. The first reci pients of these awards were: Misses By Hecisio 2, Uayo Informer Justina Tan, Summa Cum Laude and Consuelo Go, Magna Cum Laude. In the light of the disquieting fact that fraternities and sororities were subjected to heavy criticism a couple of months ago when the UP Frater nity case was brought into the lime light, the ALPHA KAPPA ALPHA Fraternity stood its ground and defied those who would try to throw cold water on it. Some spewed forth hazardous opinions alleging that the way the initiation rites were conduc ted was a deliberate affront to their dignity. We would like to cool off their heads by saying that there was no physical hazing; there was none that would make normal boys take the color of sadistic ruffians. The neophytes felt secure for such rites were conducted in the presence of the adviser and honorary members. Others say that by sporting pins on our lapels, we have elevated our selves from ordinary mortals making ourselves distinguished members of an elite class. A good number still thinks that the Fraternity is nothing but a constant drain on our pocket. To this maze of diverging opi nions, we can say on the contrary that the Fraternity was founded not for making monkeys out of men. Not for foolishness. It underscores heavily the idea that in this segment of our time when social progress is likewise met with social decadence, when storms of discord and moral decay are seemingly brewing in the Philippine horizon, when a num ber of educated men instead of being good members of society, ins tead of using their acquired knowl edge for a good purpose, turn use less and become enemies of society the Fraternity plays a vital role in making us embrace, once and for all, the principles of Christian mo rals, so that we may, as a body of professionals' be bound together by a code of fearless honesty and integ rity. It instills among the members a feeling of oneness and belonging, and the virtues of understanding and tolerance. Conceivably, our future depends on our willingness and determination to lay the important foundation of friendship. We should be aware of the big fact that college education is not merely an accretion of acade mic knowledge but also concerns cultural up-building. There's a story about a Commerce graduate who, in spite of his aptitudes, was not able to land a job for the cold rea son that he had no friends to help him get it. Another applicant got the job because he had friends to back him up. Membership in the AKAN FRAT is a life-time privilege. It ceases only after death, resignation, or ex pulsion. To serve its ends, the Fra ternity has in itself good men, men of sound and moral principles, and men who know how to handle situa tions with marked efficiency and tact. It is encouraging to see Dean Gozum has sparked and sustained this spirit in spite of his heavy qhores in. and outside of San Carlos U. In all candor, we can say that he is the richest vein in the raw materials of the Fraternity. We also give a big hand to Mr. Juan Aquino, Jr. As AKAN adviser, he has made the Fraternity's diet more palatable and profitable. With the cooperation of the members, it would be safe to say that the Fraternity could sail safely to its manifest destiny. Page 6 THE CAROLINIAN Upon Seeing The World (Continued Interview of a former "C" Editor, otherwise known as Leo Bello, Portraying interesting features and lasting impressions of his recent travel around the world while enjoying a U.S. Dept, of State Smith-Mundt Travel Grant.) AMERICA UNLIMITED OU ask me about America. I can be tongue-tied. Be cause I am still overwhelm ed by what I have learned about America and the American people. It seems that there is too much to be told; 1 am at a quandary how to justify my desire to give a faithful portrayal of my thoughts and impressions of the most power ful and richest country there is on earth today, arid a comparatively much more educated and cultured people that inhabit this “land of the free and the home of the brave." But wait awhile. The last time I was interviewed, it was an inter view by Editor Echivarre himself. M the famed New York La Guardia Airport on the eve of departure for Washington, D.C., former editor Aller was bidden Bon Voyage by Atty. Pedro Yap. And, I told him about how I was getting set for a real cross-country tour after receiving a complete itinerary of places and persons I was supposed to see and meet. It was goodbye to the busiest city of the world, at least for awhile. I took a final glance at the towering skyscrapers, man-made giants that seek to rival the lofty skies. I know then that for the nonce, I won't any longer be looking at the glimmer and the glamour of Broadway, its fun and its haste, its dazzle and its glitter. One of my tiny desires since boyhood which I thought would run out on me was to ride in a Pullman Berth. I realized that whim. I took one in a train which left New York; destination: Colum bus, Ohio. Enroute I had a chance to see the countrysides in-between By Emilio B. Aller as told to Pat. L. Castellano cities and big towns which sprout on the way like multifarious mush rooms. The dust and the smoke and the soot of Pittsburg got into my nose and it smelt, er, spelt, in dustry and progress; the steel and the iron which practically serve as a few of the varied props which have built up America into what it is now. But if I must state in detail the varied cities I passed on the way, it will occupy so much space. Let it suffice that I saw, I passed them, and I was convinced at the sight of undeniable signs of the ever-present industrial grind of the American people. Columbus, Ohio, came into my view when I got down the Pullman car. A sprawling university town it is, the site of the Ohio State Univ ersity. At the Ohio State U, I inter viewed the Student Senate, the edi torial board of its official student publication, and its journalism and law departments. The people who have anything to do with them were very kind and courteous, and the professors and students I met there were very helpful and hospi table, I quite felt at home with them. I was interviewed on the ra dio and was introduced and made to speak before youth organizations in neighboring cities and counties while I was observing on the work and activities of the 4-H Clubs, the Farm Bureau and other youth clubs of the State of Ohio. They also in vited me to parties and dances and was made to participate in some square-dancing practice. In this connection, I have the impres sion that there is a visible effort to revive native dances in the Uni ted States today which bolsters their love of country. A note for ourselves: Why should not we Fil ipinos familiarize ourselves with our native dances, instead of aping foreign new-fangled step? (Take note, Notorious, er, Nestorious, Inc.) It is also worthwhile noting here that in my contacts with Americans, be they professionals, students, jaywalkers or shopkeepers, 1 have noticed a distinct mark in them: they are courteous. It seems that courtesy is their second nature. Wherever you find yourself, you can't help hearing kind words spo ken by one person to another. For whatever teeny-weeny thing one may do for another, you will never fail hearing a very gracious "Thank you." Even if one who meets another on the streets is not acquainted with the other, they greet each other with a pleasant "Hello" or "Good morning." Thus strangers to each other seem to be as convivial as friend. Note: How many of us Filipinos are gracious enough to say a non-begrudging "Thank you" when offered a seat in a bus by another? How many of our so-called gentlemen will offer his seat to a lady in a crowded bus or a crowded public place? But how many of our ladies who usually are offered seats can gra ciously sing out a pleasant “Thank you" in appreciation for a favor given or for a gentlemanly act? And yet, I am afraid that I might now be sounding like a preacher. So we'll go ahead with the journey. I took a bus at Columbus, Ohio, for Ann Arbor, Michigan. The tour northward was pleasant. • I sat by the side of one Amer ican gentleman and we had a very interesting exchange of ideas. He told me it was not often for him (Continued on page 37) DECEMBER, 1954 Page 7 PAGE of April is here and I may grow pale with things ~ I must recall. Yesterdays were big and wide and solid and furiously tender and deliriously so . . . todays are blades, making scars and wounds on my growth and tendency and fortitude and bizarre scenarios. Not rapture: but whim. Not ecstasy: but zing, quivering zing. Rolling and squirming and shouting "f'r in stances" into the unyielding column of night. There is even beyond whose moments scatters in logs and stones ... for we built, oh yes we did . . . but the lonely stranger said, "This is my temple." Love therefore curves the slanting rays of the bewildered Sun? ITH us, among silver-wet upon the yellow. no torture screaming the veins nor afternoons sand dunes and patted castles nor cascading our heads nor lungs of trade winds and beach winds and tail-mountain winds ... no laughing angel stalking the trees of the blessed, sacred holy-halo of the blue, the black and With us, no wormless apples nor ropeless trends ... no shadeless breath that was young in our faces and virgin wishes, no treasured strings or pressured yearnings wallowing in the face of the moon. Not God stroking our hair with jewels and pearls nor songs, sung from a bleeding throat. There was blood, yes, but the lonely stranger said, "That is mine." UDDENLY, there must be nothing to know . . . hands that touch the strains of a melody that runs on the velvet glossi ness of my bare emotions die at twenty seven. Call me clay, (the guiding hand of your love has shaped me from grotesque shapelessness of trodden earth and soaked me with cold, imagined tears) Call me thief. (I steal hungry gazes at the land beyond the moon and the Sun to kiss you in my sleep, never telling as I wake) Page 8 THE CAROLINIAN ALL me now, now while my heart is not yet done and my eyes but mounted stones. Do not be afraid ... I still see you in rain-soaked streets where harrowed dandelions look up weeping sparrows basking in the golden fluid of the moon. Even in ageless debris and capricious churches where imageless mirrors hung spawned promises on silent catwalks, I hear your name. In torrid heat there is your name . . . convulsing in the pulsating throat of the March winds. 3CANNOT recreate emotions from a night horn nor retouch the smokes of the fallen ember. I cannot recreate the silence that rose out of the rumbles of that dying carnival by the wharf. Night should always be slain by reckless stars that runs amuck among the slender lanes of heaven with knives of thunder and golden whips. NEED no laughter, I need no pain, no desolate piano overtures .... I I need need Decembers, no Septem not sob nor sigh I need no bers or a million Summers to shim-sham-shammy before me with its green cloak and dizzy hair and relishing breath and airy folds to kiss me .... I need no eyes nor hands to find it. Here I find it among rocks and graves and light fashioned boiling life . . . even in marching feet and toiling hands and rust and lust and dust... in goodbyes and lullabies .... in mish-mash and plink-plank and riff-raff I find it. In silence and pandemonium I find it ... I find it in tongues and lips and hips and aesophagus and brain and nails and dirt and sleep and death ... in narrow mountain footpaths and overlighted city ways ... in pots and cans and food and trash, I find . . . breathing the growing name of God. Jfl ES, I have it still, but the lonely stranger said, "That is my tenderness, that is my love." DECEMBER, 1954 Page 9 ★ SlfUMit HE ding-dong-dinging of the churchbells found me walk ing on the streets. The midnight mass was just over. People were deserting the streets perhaps to catch on sleep or spend the rest of dawn on a nightclub or still perhaps hurry off to a media noche party. A jeepney, half-full of passengers, stopped in front of me. I shook my head at the driver and almost instantly, the jeepney was lost in the night. The harsh wind was cold when it penetrated the cotton texture of my jacket. It was the same jacket Father Smith, our spiritual adviser and sports director, gave to me when I joined the school's basket ball varsity. Its green and gold color had shown signs of fading but still it was one of my price less possessions. I won't trade it for a king's robe. It helps me re collect the happy-go-easy life I once had when I was still a mem ber of the team. It is an indelible relic of the thrills we used to feel after a game is won; our long, long faces when a game is lost and the soft, soothing words of Father Smith that used to ease us up when our chips were down — all these, trussed up in one faded piece of cloth: this jacket. RECLUSE by H. C. Barrett • “In solitude the mind gains strengths, and learns to lean upon itself; in the world it seeks or accepts of a few treacherous supports — the feigned compassions of one, the flattery of a second, the civilities of a third, the friendship of a fourth; they all deceive, and bring the mind back to retirement, reflection. . But it's all over now. Three months ago. I've stuck with the team lor four years and the school considers it the maximum period an athlete could stay and much less enjoy privileges. One has to make way for the young; give them a chance, too. But I can't forget the day I met Father Boez, our Athletic Moderator, and asked him about my scholarship. I asked him why should an athlete lose his privileges after the expiration of four years? Why not let the priv ileges continue to run until after such an athlete finishes his course? His answer made me sick. Four years means exactly what it meant. After that, it wouldn't give ad.... You're on your own. Ring out the old, ring in the new; ring, happy, bells across the snow. Okay then. I'll walk. Walk to nowhere. Home is somewhere. There's no hurry anyway. The night's mine. I'll spend the rest of 1953 — there are barely five more days left — dusting old thoughts and memories of things I did or failed to do within the year. (This would be fun!) Besides, there's nothing like a good walk on Christmas day ringing out and in the old and new thoughts spin ning inside my head like noon-day muscae volitantes. But wait — look who's here! Mr. Moon. Just the starter I need for the right inspira tion. One thing I like about moons: they always look happy when full. Why, when I was still a kid that high I used to get a kick out of the expression, ". . .. as happy as the man in the moon." Happiness, I think, is like a butterfly. When pursued, it is always beyond our grasp; but if we just sit quietly, it alights upon us. .... Now there was a game I never forget... yeah, it was grudge fight between our school and a rival. A bitter rival. Man for man, they were a better team; but as a whole, ours worked like one big machine. During the whole forty (Continued on page 34) Page 10 THE CAROLINIAN ^■fc^WILIGHT was beginning to ill c^ange the fiery red of sunset when they started out to sea. Ingko Tasyo gazed at the deepening blue of the sky to look for signs of a sudden squall. A few lengths ahead, Tonio, the old man's son, sat sulking as he stirred toward the heart of the wide open sea, making the appearance of one who was so tired even to lift his own hands. He was a sturdy, young man heavily built in the salty healthiness of the sea which he loved more than anything else: its golden wand in the glowing sunset and its shimmering sheen in the moonlight. He loved, too, the chal lenge it offered during duhat-black nights because finding his way out of the enveloping dark always filled him with a warmth of triumph. But not now, tonight—it was Christmas eve. He hated the idea of wasting away the beautiful night alone in the vast expanse of the ocean, with an old, aging father who talked and tattled about no thing but debts and bad weather. Tonight. .. but it was no use. He was here in the wide lonely sala of the ocean; and when he looked back he saw the town vaguely out lined in the distance with flickering little lights that came from windows bedizened with lanterns. Over Nasarok, a thin slice of the moon was beginning to illumine the town, lend ing it a touch of magic and gran deur. It worsened things: made him more resentful, bordering on anger, at the man on his left with the lined, leathery face, slowly rowing his way to the open sea. At length, they stayed put and stationed themselves in line with the tip of the massive Panaon moun tain in the west. Ingko Tasyo gin gerly placed the squid into the curve of the hook and tied the sinker to it. A few meters away, Tonio was also baiting his hook lifelessly. Somehow, he still could not reconcile the eccentricity of his father and the abandoned joy of Christmas. Ingko Tasyo could see that the young man did not like the idea of fishing tonight; he sensed it the way Tonio and his small barote was easily carried away by the high tide current. He threw his line and profoundly, wearily, sighed. He waited for the tug on the line. It did not come yet but he held his line firmly in his gnarled, grubby hands because one did not know when it would come. "Oh, Lord," he prayed silently, "let it be the tangigi now." And once in a while, he looked at his son with sidelong, furtive glances. The young man was slowly drifted away toward Badiang with the tide. The old man sighed again, a sigh which seemed to carry with it the weight of sixty years expended in his sequestered, windswept little town of Pintuyan. The sigh opened a floodgate some where in his heart, hastening the onrush of memories which had been quite forgotten in the passing of years and which all came now with devastating clarity. He saw Interlude Az/ Erasmus M. Diola a young man on a night — many nights, painting the town red with happy-go-lucky friends, throwing fire-crackers at strangers and children because it was fun to see them jerk with alarm, whiling the hours away in drinking sprees and culminating the affair in the plaza where all the town lasses were per petually present in the traditional ball given every Christmas eve. • TONIO had forgotten all about the line tied around the smallest toe of his right foot. He tried to concentrate on it for a while, but somehow it escaped him, slipped off as the thought of Christ(Continued on page 39) DECEMBER, 1954 Page 11 CATHEDRA tSidetipkts YOU don't know what "conditioned reflexes" are you jf better brush up on your edu cation because since the Nobel prize discovery of Ivan Pav lov half century ago this term has found its way into scientific glossa ries and even into the vocabularies of popular science. When a hungry dog is given a piece of meat immediately after a bell is rung and when this associaphysiological textbook. If you tune the strings of an ins trument to definite tones, each of them will resonate with its proper tone as soon as it is set into vibration no matter how this vibration is brought about, whether by striking it with a piano key or by plucking it with the finger or even by singing the corresponding tone into the ins trument. Nobody knowing some thing about sounding and resona ting bodies is surprised about that. Now the brain can be conceived as if it were such an instrument. Each sensory center is "tuned" either di rectly, by the direct nervous excita tion coming from the sense organ or, indirectly, by associative connec tions with other centers. Thus the centers which controls the salivary which are conditioned after the same pattern as the dog's salivary pro cess by the bell experiment. The answers to the questions in your ex aminations and tests are not a mat ter of how far you understand or eventually remember the problems but just simply a question of con ditioning the vocal (word) or motor (writing) reflexes by the catch words of the questions. It is really surprising that after Pavlov students are still laboring hard in their studies to acquire a knowledge which makes them fit and useful members of society in stead of simply mechanically con ditioning their inborn reflexes. And it is still more astounding that in dividuals as well as whole nations and even the world at large are “Conditioned” REFLEXES tion ol meat and bell is repeated often enough, before long the bell alone will produce a flow ol saliva. The secretion of a specific saliva corresponding to food placed in the mouth of a dog is an "abso lute" or "unconditioned reflex". Na turally the sound of the bell will not produce salivation; but if it is act ing as the meat after being asso ciated- with it, the salivary reaction to hearing the bell is a "conditioned refex." When the bell rings the dog will even do more than salivate; he will pick up his ears, turn his head toward the place where the food used to be, and make anticipa tory chewing movements. Pavlov, however, centered his work on the study of the salivary responses be cause they could be measured by the amount of saliva produced. The discovery of Pavlov was not new. Ever since dog holders do mesticated their.pets they had ob served the same thing. It was the elaborate experimental arrange ment and, last but not least, the theoretical make-up that earned a Nobel prize for the pre-Soviet Russ ian and entered his name into all process and which are "uncondi tionally" excited by the natural sti mulus-food-will also set into vibra-' tion by the sound of a bell if it has been associated with salivation by experience or by "conditioning." These facts were not first dis covered by Pavlov. Aristotle of old established already certain laws of association which aptly explained the release or renewal of a reaction by a stimulus which had been con nected with such a response in a former experience. But the "tidings" which Pavlov brought to ignorant mankind was that man has only a few original— inborn reflexes and that everything else is accomplished by "condition ing" these original reflexes. Thus you over-estimated yourself by attri buting the development of your per sonality to your own efforts. You were wrong in believing in think ing, will, and even consciousness. Man is pure automaton once the conditioned reflex is trained into the subject. All learning is nothing else but establishing conditioned reflexes and your personality is nothing but the complex mechanism of reflexes still troubled with ethical questions, with problems of peace and atom weapons when it would be so easy to "condition" the willingless and therefore mechanically manageable reflexes. According to Pavlov no consciouness is involved in the whole process and therefore also no inner inhibition which otherwise trouble men so much. Learning is not a question of interest, of inner participation and personal develop ment is not a matter of noble ambi tions and lofty appreciation of ideal and values, but just a mechanical conditioning of inborn reflexes. And mind: reflexes are processes which simply run off, without conscious participation, if only the condition ing stimulus situation is produced. But finally nobody can complain (Continued on page 39) Page 12 THE. CAROLINIAN. HE enemies of religion, MatZIT erialists and Atheists, have Vy succeeded in spreading the erroneous belief that science and religion have very little in com mon, nay, are even opposed to one another. They dare ask us to junk religion if ever we desire to be scien tific and progressive. More than any other field of science, Biology and its various branches bear the stigma of being at variance with the principle of re ligion especially of Catholic religion. It is a fact that materialism has been, and still is, supported and spread by Biologists of great repute. However deeply rooted this popular opinion and these sad facts may be, they are not the result of funda mental, so to say, necessary, differ ences. Such differences do not exist. They may claim their exist ence to misunderstanding of the teaching either side, incomplete scientific research and knowledge, or they may — at times — be fabri cated on purpose viz. to disguise organized resistance and fight against the little-liked high moral principles of the Church. According to the express com mand of the Creator, man has to subdue nature, use it, and rule over it. But how can he do so without studying and understanding it? Thus scientific research is included in this mandate of the Creator. Consequently the Catholic Church, which has been established to carry out the commands of the Creator, teaches that science and religion are made for one another. Both are supposed to support and inspire each other. In fact through the study of Nature the greatness and beauty of God has been, and always will be, discovered, not only by religious people, by Saints, but by eminent scientists as well. On the other hand religion always considers na ture, its laws and wonders, the most eloquent and colorful example for the abstract teaching of God and Divine laws. No less a man than the scholarly St. Bernard wrote: "Believe one who has triedl The trees and the rocks will teach you that which you cannot hear from masters". And this is not just the opinion of one man; it has been the accepted and practised truth even long before the coming of Christ. From the very cradle of man kind this union of religion and science can be found. Adam, the father of all mankind, could rightly be called the first Biologist. Holy Scripture says: "And Adam called the beasts by their names, and all By Rev. ENRIQUE SCHOENIG, S.V.D. the fowls of the air, and all the cattle of the field." (Gen. 2, 20) Giv ing their proper names presuppo ses a thorough understanding of their nature. Zoology, thus, appears to be the oldest branch of science. It had been "studied" before ori ginal sin had been committed; it is an inheritance from Paradise. Moses (about 1,400 B.C.) the "friend of God" and great leader of the Israelites had been educated in all the wisdom of the Egyptians. Only by these means could he serve God as an instrument in building up the social and religious order of the chosen people. Moses seems to have been quite interested in Zoolo gy. He classified the animal king dom with regard to human consump tion, enumerating many and di verse animals and giving short but keen morphological and physiolo gical descriptions. (Deut. 14ff) Throughout the entire Holy Scrip ture the fact appears that those who study the Universe will find God in it and through it. Thus sings the great David, king and poet, about 1,000 B.C. in Psalm 18: "The heavens show forth the glory of God, and the firmament declareth the work of His hands." — David's successor, king Solomon, is described as high ly favored by God and wise beyond comparison. As a proof Holy Scrip ture refers to his interest in and his thorough understanding of Biolog ical matters. "He treated about trees from the cedar that is in Libanus, unto the hyssop that cometh out of the wall, and he discoursed of beasts, and of fowls and of creeping things, and of fishes." (3 Kings 4, 33.) Aristotle (384-322) the greatest pagan philosopher, is called "the fa ther of Biological sciences." He had a clear understanding not only of nature but of the author of nature, of God, as well. He calls God "the cause and goal of everything exist ing, the highest good and exqui site beauty." He found the essence of God expressed and demonstra ted in nature and natural laws. He investigated and analyzed the work of the Creator, especially the animal world so much that he has to be considered the first one to describe and classify animals and plants scientifically and explain biological and physiological functions log ically. In all his studies and writings he not only did not find a conflict between religion and science but, on the contrary, he drew his most convincing arguments for the exis tence and the nature of God, His wisdom and power, from this his knowledge of creation. And who dares compare himself with Aristo tle? The so called "dark Middle-ages" produced some of the greatest men who ever tried to shed light on and to bring order into our foggy and confused environment. St. Albert the Great, O.P. (1206-1280) was one of them. He surpassed all his con temporaries not only in Theology and Philosophy but in his knowlege of worldly sciences, especially Biolo gy, as well. He has been called "the miracle of his age." So vast was his knowledge and so pen etrating his ideas that people sus pected him of having a contract with the devil who supplied him with superhuman powers. But as he lived the life of a Saint he once again proved that those who draw close to God will also penetrate deeply into the mysteries of His handiwork. St. Albert was busy as a profes sor in Theology and Philosophy. He was made provincial in his order, delegate to the Pope and Emperor, and Bishop of the Catholic Church. Still he found time to assiduously cultivate natural sciences. He was an authority on Astronomy, Geog raphy and Mineralogy, on Physics and Chemistry, and especially on Biology. In his books he crystalized and systematized the entire Knowl edge of Botany and more still of Zoology of his time, adding to it deep and accurate research of his own. Limited space does not permit to list even the titles of his books on these subjects. There are seven books on plants and twenty six treatises on animals. All of these writings bear the brand of genuine scientific thinking. His scientific (Continued on page 37) DECEMBER, 1954 Page 13 ON GIVING You say you gave But only to the deserving; The trees in your orchard say not so, Nor the flocks in your pasture; They give so they may live For to withhold is to perish. Kahlel Gibram CEBU CHALLENGE: Betty Sy, a confessed communist sympathizer, recently spilled the beans on the powder keg we are sitting on. The sensational expose unveiled how she allegedly learned the dialectics of Marx right near the water tanks of Talisay and among her fellow-students. A full-dress investigation is in order. Yet we venture to look deeper into the heart of the problem and we come up with the disturbing observation that young people in Cebu are not adequately provided with decent, clean outlets for recreation. The tie-up between this observation and the problem on hand isn't far-fetched if we consider the fact that communists build up prestige and influence in sectors of social living neglected by the community. Is there a positive answer to communist infiltration among the students? Nothing concrete. Does Betty's confession sound strange to the complacent ears of Cebuanos? Exactly, yes. But communists, you know, have strange ways, too. Does it sound impossible? Yes, im possible to us, but possible to the crafty Reds. We aren't raising a mountain of hys teria out of a mere confession by an alleged communist traveler. If we do so, we are just attempting to gild the rose and paint the lily. It may well serve our purpose to know that any city in the world is in the timetable of commu nist infiltration. THE YOUNG BRIGADE: The slow creep of communists into our student world meets a deterring force from the young brigade of Christ-inspired student leaders in the Student Catholic Action. It is incontrovertible truism that if young people wished, they have in their hands to make a bigger, more beautiful and better world, if they channel their potentialities to constructive action. A plan, hatched by the young leaders of the SCA envisages the construction of a 120,000 peso Catholic Recreation Center. The plan is premised on the rule that if young folks weaken their moral virtues thru indecent recreational doings, communism would be thumping its breast for an easy job. (Continued on paye 37) THE AUTHOR ★ FRED SANDOVAL SISON ★ Gouncmduu These unredeemed thoughts voicelessly grieving beneath the dimension of a shriveled rose, shall sluggishly march under the discordant blare of broken trumpets: weakly . heralding the unobtrusive coming of a . ghost from the lattices of irisless eyes... Grievingly grieving, these unredeemed thoughts . achingly ache to anticipate its mystic rendezvous with the lost ghost like the aching of starved cacti on dried lily ponds where broken tears consigned their truces to immobility... Clandestinely, the feeble march shall begin in surreptitious harmony with the cleaving 1 veins onward to the ends where travellers return no more. And my tomorrow shall be walking feetless on the lattices of irisless eyes. And these achings shall trembly into brevities of achless void desired: shall grieve no more the silent death of a shriveled rose . . . Page 14 THE CAROLINIAN KNOW that athletes have a very deep respect towards sportswriters. I don't blame them. I am not athlete how ever — or fortunately, so that I can, with an open mind, freely dis cuss something about these writers without endangering myself to their venomous pens. From the preced ing sentences I can foreshadow in your minds now the suspicion that I am injecting a little sarcasm to I LIKE wards these scribes. Well frankly, I intended them to sound sarcastic. However, I reserve my opinion as to whether I have a deep respect to them or not. The sports reporter is supposed to be audacious, virile, and un biased in his reports. Supposed to be, that is. He is the gentleman who makes star players out of a bag of bones and who, later, junks those bag of bones who were once star players in a nice, quiet ceme tery for athletes. The reporter is a man-about-town; he dashes from here to there trying to make some thing out of nothing and nothing out of something. He makes pre dictions as inaccurate as the latest weather reports. He sizes up two contending teams like an appren tice tailor making his measure ments fit the body because he could not make the body fit his measurements. He is the only gentleman who can never afford to offer his seat to a lady because to do so would inconvenience him in making his reports. Did you ever try writing an article while stand ing? Well, take my advice: don't try it. In sizing up the two contend ing teams, he will have these in mind: the individual players or player outstanding in each team, the capabilities of the coaches, the characteristics of each team, pre vious records and statistics, etcete ra etcetera. Comparing the two, he would have then a vague, re peat, vague idea of which team has the edge or which team is bound to the doghouse. A simple case of two plus two. But let us suppose that he finds out that one team is much stronger than the other or, (let me put it this way) the other team is less stupid thar. the other. The gentleman on the press table is bound to report that fact also — if he must be fair to the readers and to the teams con cerned. How will he say it? Must he state that that team is less stu pid than the other? In a cute way, yes, he must. He might say that Team A is unpredictable though statistics say that it is predictable. And that Team B is stronger than Team A because the former is composed of former weightlifting champions. That maybe a little bit exaggerated but it does sound cute, doesn't it? The sportswriter has two kinds of readers. One who saw the game and the one who did not. He must satisfy both of these readers if he doesn't mind being kicked out of his job the next day. Readers of sports stories are avid readers. They want suspense, climax and the final result jotted down on pa per as if they were reading a mys tery thriller. And they want it straight. Now the reader who actually saw the game doesn't care for the results — he knows it. What he wants is the story written on paper as it was played on the floor. Now if he reads a story different from what he saw on the floor, he'll say (naturally) that this re porter is talking through his hat. He'll yell to the four horizons that the report is unfair, biased, lousy as a louse, and that the reporter should go to blazes if the blazes doesn't get him first! The reader who didn't see the game will have to see first the headlines to give him an eye-view of what he's going to read. He'll believe the report from word to word because he wasn't there and the reporter was. From this kind of reader, the reporter can't have much to worry about. But still he could be harmful. This reader will begin to notice the reporter's style or manner of reporting. He'll want new words, smart expressions and coherence. Of course he won't kick when he sees an adjective used again and again in the same re port; but he will have the impression that this reporter seems to be on a word diet — having this impression, he'll loathe the reporter. Speaking of words, it is univer sally known that a sportswriter is licensed to use any kind of lan guage in his report. And I don't mean turkey. So long as such language delivers the blow with equal sleeping effects, it's okay. Slang is perfectly welcomed. We know this. But there is one hitch: if sports stories have to be interest ing, then the reporter must cons tantly be on the look-out for his choice of words, usage of smart phrases and the like. To use "sockdollager" five times in a write-up or once in every write-up will make the report as corny as corn. Certain sports stories sound pre judiced. Maybe they were written by a prejudiced reporter. There is no other explanation. An unpre judiced reporter cannot write a pre judiced report. You see, personal sentiments, apathies or antipathies, should be entirely discarded by the reporter if he wants to attract readers and win them to his side. The pen-pusher cannot hide his sentiments in his work. This is true. But a good writer can display his feelings openly without being sub ject to damnations and brickbats from his readers. He only has to render a true, fair and accurate report. I'll give you a very interesting example of a biased report. A cer tain school once had a very strong basketball team. So strong that it was idolized by almost all the sportswriters in that locality. The players were treated like demigods. It was an established fact that this team had a collection of trophies and awards as their spoils from various barrio fiestas. A rival (Continued OH IHII/C 27) DECEMBER, 1954 Page 15 N DECEMBER of each year a day is set aside to honor our dear parents who are the source of our life and the fountain of love and affection in our family. When we talk of the family, we usually think of the home. A home is like a plant. It must grow and blossom; it must draw its life from those within. But how can it grow, how can it blossom, if those within give nothing to promote its growth and only stand and wait to pick the fruit which cannot ripen? The home is the center and source of all fam ily interest and activity, the place in which our joys and our sorrows are shared with us by our family. Home is where there are ones whom we love; home is where there are ones who love us. By these ones, whom we love and who love us, I mean the fathers and mothers who are the protectors of their children and the very essence ol their life. In this article, I shall essay to analyze and dwell on the role of a mother — to expound on what the world expects of her. Personally, I would consider that a mother has four task to per form: first, towards her husband; second, towards her children; third, towards her community; and fourth, towards her God. When a girl decides to leave the home of her childhood; when she walks down the aisle some Sun day morning; when she says, "Yes, I do," then in that very moment should she consider as having embarksd on life's great voyage: Motherhood. On the day of her Marriage, she solemnly promises before God to take her husband into life, for better or for worse, till God doth them part. Thus would begin the first task of a mother — of that towards her husband. It is our mother who expectantly waits for our father to come home from work, who smiles at him and kisses him upon arrival to while away his worries of the day's toil, who serves him on the table the most delicious of food she has cook ed, and who shares her husband in all his sorrows and problems in life; she who nurses him when he gels sick; she who comforts him in his moments of despondency and per plexity. The second task a mother has to perform is that towards her chil dren. Hers is the difficult under taking of childbirth and the care of her young ones. She knows not what a sleepy night is, just so she could sing a sweet lullaby while tenderly rocking her loved ones to sleep. She knows not what hunger is, just so her children could be amply provided for with food. She knows not what luxuries for her self are, just so she could clothe her children well and send them to school. She knows not even death, just so her children will have life. With the father, a mother is the protection and strength of the child ren as they try to learn about living with other people. In her desire to keep the children safe from the troubles of this world, the mother gets together with her husband and becomes his helpmate. A mother should know that one of her great tasks is keeping alive the interest of her children in con stant study and self-improvement. She has to pinch every centavo and stretch every peso of her savings in order to educate her children. It is for this reason that our mothers have developed a genuine interest in our studies by sending us to school although we could be of help to them if we had simply stayed at home. Have you, my friend, ever known that many a time your moth er had to cry silently in her heart when there was not any peso in her purse and you wrote her that the next week would be your exam inations and that you had to pay your tuition fees? Have you ever paused to think that your mother had, at times, to forego any thought (rflvtuiatlo College o/ jLaw of buying something for herself, just so you could rent a book, or buy a pen, or give to your school con tribution or class excursion? A mother does these things — silently, heroically, for the sake of her children. In fact, no sacrifice is too great for a mother if it is for her loved one's good. If need be, a mother makes the supreme sacrifice, that of giving up her very life, in order that their children will live; of this a thousand true stories have been told, and a thousand more will have to be told. Besides her obligation to her family, a mother has her duties in the community. She has to be a good neighbor: kind, unselfish, friendly, and helpful. She has to be an integral part in any com munal undertaking, a factor in the community's progress. Every moth er need not be a social leader, but each can be a good follower of whatever movement, good for the society of which her family is a parcel. It is my opinion that, by serving well' her community, a mother helps promote friendliness and peace in the place she lives in. If there is peace in her com munity, most likely there will be peace in her home, because in a peaceful community there would be no backbiting and gossips, no evil schemes and intrigues among the dwellers, no fights and quarrels which would lead to the ruin of homes. A mother's fourth task — and one of primordial importance — is that towards her God. She sees to it that she pays Him due homage; she asks for His guidance; she thanks Him for His graces and bounties bestowed on her family. She rears up her children ip. the Light of God and in His path of righteousness. It is not surprising of a mother when, in the stillness of the night and all her loved ones are in bed, she goes to the altar, lights a candle, kneels down and prays: "Oh, Godl I give Thee thanks for all Thy graces; I pray You look upon Thy children and give them Thy guidance and blessing, that (Continued on pane 27) Page 16 THE CAROLINIAN 3T IS a tragic thing that in a tournament between two champions one has to win and the other .... Cham pions are tall people, they look down at their opponent like a bunch ol Gullivers. They need not be tall physically but they are rangy and towering by sheer mental ne cessity. Only tall people win and in a battle between two groups membered by tall people they don't often come out victorious by their tallness. The U.S. Pians are tall people. They are blueblooded and they come from a breed of champions. When you fight against those kind, you must not only be as tall as they are, you must be as strong, as de termined, as inspired. ... as coura geous and as willing to profit from defeat if it must come. The Carolinians are tall people too. They have not only descend ed from a line of champions .... they are champions. In their veins, runs the blood of Mumar (Capt. of the Philippine Basketball Delega tion to the Brazil world tournament) the speed of Genaro Fernandez (one time skipper of the University of Santo Tomas Senior Varsity) the versatility of Vicente Cortes (first candidate as center of the Philip pine Olympic Team of 1948) the fighting spirit of Antonio Bas (Capt. of the U.S.C. that copped the N.I.C.A. trophy). After winning in the first en counter against the U.S.P., the Ca rolinians lost. After coming out champion in the first round in a clean slate and downing most in the second, the Carolinians lost. They lost to people who were just as much of a champion as they were. ... I know, I was there. . . I saw it happen. Funny how you can watch a ball game and feel that a team was going to lose because it show ed in their faces, because you can sense within you that they were as puzzled as a twelve-year old fellow under a mistletoe with a pretty lass beside him. I have played with these boys and be cause I once did, I saw the fading Z5, ZJ. TZanude, ^z. THE U.S.P — U.S.C. GAME lustre, the dying sparkle in their eyes. There will be other games for them. . . . there will be other vic tories, but never like the victory they won when the U.S.P. "put 'em in a box, tie 'em with a ribbon and throw 'em in the deep blue sea." They have never really won that victory because they only lost against themselves .... but they will. But why did they lose the game? After staging an unparalleled win ning streak for two years, why did they suddenly . bow to the weight of the U.S.P. onslaught? The same kind of onslaught that they had so easily weathered in the past and counter-attacked like avenging an gels, leaving a trail of gaping mouths and stupid expressions .... “they never knew what hit 'em." Where were Evaristo Sagardui's inimitable pivot plays? Oh he was there, grappling for the ball for the rebounds .... checking his man efficiently as always. A good guard .... a good backboard man never loses his touch .... but his pivot plays, where he twisted and squirmed with incomparable ease for an easy hook shot from either hand .... where were they? Why the sudden, silly desire to hold the ball tightly like it was dear life • Note from the Sports Editor: The game humanized herein meant so much to USC. Had USC won, it would have established a clean-slate record again (as they did last year) as CCAA champions. Up to the time of writing, USC encountered with USP twice; win ning the first which earned them the honor as first-round Champions, and losing the next which is the subject of this write-up. itself and jumping right in front of his guard's happy face? Why the extra-ordinary misses in the foul throw? Brilliant Martin Echivarre.... the speed maniac who zooms and whizzes inside the court like no body's business . . . who always leaves a string of scores behind him. . . . losing his grip on his temper, losing a grip on himself, losing a grip on the game itself. Nori Morilla, perhaps the most tragic of the lot. An imported play er whose score could tell a lot of tales. Last year's wonder boy . . . last game's, wondering boy. This year's miracle man, Reynal do de la Cruz .... infallible in his long-distance shots, everything but that against the U.S.P. Danilo Deen, top scholar in the Mumar foul-baiting technique. . . . looking lost and stumped in places where he used to look so able. Why? Why? Why? The determination was there, the effort was more than needed to crush the other team and the skill was there ... in their feet, in their hands .... in their minds? But the intention, the imagination, the desire that used to go with every ball that flew from their hands. . . . now it's my turn to ask, where was it? It was lost, lost in the automatic execution, in the automatic result they used to get from each set of play . . . lost because they had always expected to see the ball sink in the basket each time they executed a play perfectly. Forget ting that a good set of play is only an aid, a guide . . . not an altar to lay down all their faith upon. And when they saw the U.S.P. breaking it in some areas........... when they saw some misses in angles they never missed before. .. It happened to Vicente Dionaldo so much earlier. At the start of the series, after a few misses, Vicente Dionaldo, scoring machine superb, buckled down and gradually dwin dled into childish obscurity .... contented himself with passing the ball around. In the past games, (Continued on page -id) DECEMBER, 1954 Page 17 — Otiueh, 'Cherne:-----------------------------“Aur flatta” An altar wouldn't find reason for being if it were a mere heap of concrete and wood, embellished by architectural designs. In the same way, the Marian Congress altar would have been as empty as a heathen's stone altar were it not for the present object of its offering — Mary, Our Lord's Mother. Inevitably, we wonder why Mary commands centuries of continued Christian piety. This is nothing short of miraculous, but part of the answer can be found in the little story of Juan Diego, a fifty-year old Indian of Mexico. One morning, he was hurrying down the Tepeyac hills in time to catch the Mass at Mexico City. But he was in unusual haste, for he brought the message of the Blessed Lady to the Franciscan Bishop Zummaraga that a church be built on the spot she made her apparition. When the Bishop prudently demanded a sign to prove her identity, the Lady told Juan to gather roses. This he did, though it was winter. With the flowers, the Virgin arranged the roses in his mantle and bade him keep them undisturbed fill he reached the Bishop. Upon reaching the Bishop, the roses from the mantle fell out. The Bishop and later, the whole world knelt in adoration. A life-size figure of the Virgin, just as Juan had described her, had miraculously been painted on his mantle. It seems improbable why the Blessed Virgin didn't make her coveted appearance before the grand and beautiful basilicas of the world. Why did she choose to shower with the grace of her apparition a lowly, aged Indian? This invariably demonstrates the solicitous hand of Mary, extended to young and old, to poor and rich alike, bearing on her fragile fingers the blessings of justice and charity to the oppressed and downtrodden, the light of hope to those shackled with despair, the spark of inspiration to the lost sheep, and the quintessence of joy to those who hold the Rosary prayerfully. Centuries past Mary had always been adored. Today, in these critical times demanding the utmost of Christian piety to bring peace back to our shattered world, we find greater reason and added fervor in dedicating a whole-year round of activities and a whole week of fervent devotions to glorify and bring to climax man's petitions for a peaceful world. The Marian Trilon forming the Marian Congress Altar located infront of the Capitol Site seem to speak varied meanings. Like fingers stretched forth in supplication, the tall lean arches form the big letter M — for Mary. It shoots up the sky in a breadth and height which conveys the universal prayers of mankind. It braves the expanse of sky and winds, as if reaching out for an unattainable something which would find fulfillment only upon the blessed feet of Mary. It stands as a testimonial of man's faith in the mercy of Mary, a faith borne by centuries of continued adoration and ingrained in a love that would find no equal. Notwith standing its varied meanings, the altar and its slender posts finds its universality reposed on one point: the edifying worship of God thru Mary. From the time the churchbells tolled in the morning of November 23 up to the closing refrains of the choir in the afternoon of November 27, the closing day, Catholic Cebu saw the unprecedented demonstration of Marian devotion. Activities included the pontifical masses, the midnight mass for men, the colorful coronation of the Virgin de Regia, the spec tacular fluvial procession, the mass marriage of one thousand couples, art exhibition, tableaux, Sacred Music Concerts, Children's Day with ten thousand children singing "Missa de Angelis." The cover that gazes at you wouldn't be complete without the glorious words of the Archangel Gabriel, "AVE MARIA," when he an nounced to the Blessed Virgin, that she, who was "full of grace" was to be the Mother of Our Saviour. It recalls the moment when God took on a human nature in the womb of a humble virgin. That virgin was the object of 400,000 hands clasped in prayer during the Marian Congress. She will continue to be so adored, time notwithstanding. THE ADMINISTRATION IN . . . (Continued from page i) ganization of the state which assures that purposes and policies are shared in the making, that methods are understood and ag reed to, that individual potentiali ties are being enhanced, that cor porate or group ends are being realized with a minimum or re lease of shared creative power and a minimum of human friction. It implies further, a periodic, orderly, co-operative review of total per formance, of leadership in action, of effectiveness of methods at every point. It brings to pass collabora tion as will, co-ordination as in formed, and continuing, personality growth as an actuality and a pro mise. Much should be added to fill out the implications of such a description. The infusion of administration in a democracy, does not neces sarily mean adherence to the pre sent notions of checks and balances. It does not mean the inevitable growth of a bi-party or multi-party system to aggrevate sharp align ments on issues of administrative policy. The administration of a democracy does not mean a clear distinction between policy making and policy execution. It means that the process of determining purpose, policy, and method is advisedly seen as shared, and the process of oversight and direction is seen as unified and as single. It means, also, that in practice, by shared responsibility and explicit common participation in defining aims and processes and in apprais ing outcomes, we reconcile freedom and organization, personality and corporate loyalty. It means that personal creativity flows into group achievement; and personal enlarge ment and security in affection are attained in co-operative labors where the full capacities of indi viduals are called forth and re warded. How human nature is known and stirred, how individuals and groups are led, how scientific ad vances are utilized, how person ality values are strengthened, how institutional structures are built as democratic, how an enlightened, loving attitude can permeate hu man relations without weakening the fabric of group discipline — it is this complex of human realities that we have been probing and is the acid test as to whether democ racy, this great doctrine, shall sur vive or totally be effaced. Page 18 THE CAROLINIAN The Legend of the Two O’clock Flower By ROSARIO REYNES EEP in the province of Su rigao, there are big, wild, flower-bearing trees. The flowers are bell-shaped and yellow in color while the center is blood-red. The leaves are big and dark green. The Manobos, the pa gan natives of Surigao, tell a story about the origin of this flower-bear ing tree which they call lisagdwa, meaning "two o'clock." It is said that centuries ago, the Manobos were one of the most pow erful and richest tribes in Mindanao. In the inter-tribal wars, they always emerged as victors and usually reaped a rich war booty. These loots were then presented to their chief as gifts and kept in a cave which was well guarded. There were ten Manobo soldiers especial ly detailed to keep in groups of five an alternate close watch of the cave. Their only work was to watch the valuable treasures and to sound the alarm by ringing a bell as a warn ing when an enemy approached. At first they were very diligent in doing their duty, but as time went on, they began to neglect it. Without the knowledge of their chief, they finally all slept during the af ternoons. One afternoon, their fiercest en emy raided their camp. They were completely caught unawares so that no fight was put up. The raiders stole most of the treasures. None of the guards would confess who of them were to stand watch that af ternoon. To determine the guilty persons, the chief ordered that the treasure guards fight between themselves. Those defeated were to be adjudged the guilty. The ten men received the usual weapons: the spear and the shield. In the fight that ensued, the five guilty men were slain. Nine days after the burial, a big tree sprang from the graves. Its flowers were shaped like a big bell. It was composed of five petals which the Manobos say stand for the five unlucky men. The red color at the center represents their blood shed in the fight. The leaves are shaped like their shields and Graduate School Project: Conducted by REV. FR. RUDOLPH RAHMANN, S.V.D., Dean BINGAG CAVE 73z/ /Destano INGAG CAVE is located be tween Martires Street and the Ponce Island Shipyards in Cebu City. The existence of fairies in this cave was discovered allegedly by a young man who was about to commit suicide. This lad was driven to desperation with his failure to produce the dowry asked of him by his prospective father-inlaw. The result was the cancella tion of his marriage. To end everything, the young man thought it romantic to die in a cold, dark, and lonely cave. No sooner had he entered its mossy mouth than he heard the sound of footfalls from within. "I must be dreaming," he mut tered to himself. From then on fear crept within him. A door opened and through it he saw a well-lighted, richly furnished room. There he be held an extremely beautiful lass, standing. "Young man," the lady said, "you seem to be in trouble. Is there anything I can do to help you? Snap out of it, my friend. Whatever it is that is eating you cannot be so bad as to make you end your life. You are young and the world is a beauif one looks closely at these leaves, one sees that the beautiful designs etched in the veins are similar to the elaborate designs of the Manobo shield. What is more strange in this tree's flowers, is that in the after noon they begin to close and wither. They say this is because the men even after death did not get over their habit of sleeping in the after noon. Thus the petals close in the early afternoon and wither as though asleep. tiful place after all. Come in and tell me all your troubles." The next thing he knew was that he was inside the room telling the lady about his predicament. When he finished, the woman said, "If all you need for a dowry is a ganta of gold and two cara baos, that is easy." With a swift stroke she waved her magic wand and lol there ap peared before him two carabaos and a ganta of gold. There was some talk between them until he was ready to go. A fairy servant usher ed him on his way. The young man was able to mar ry the woman he loved. But this discovery caused quite a stir and sent almost everybody running to Bingag Cave. For several months everyone in the community enjoyed a life of ease, thanks to the gene rosity of the fairies. But like the owner of the goose that laid the golden eggs, one man conceived the idea of marrying the fairy lady so that he could have anything or per haps everything all his own. One night he went to the cave and proposed to the fairy lady. The latter politely but firmly told him that he was asking for the impos sible. The man gathered the fairy in his arms and ran as fast as he could. When he reached halfway between his home and the cave, he paused to rest. When he tried to kiss the maiden in his arms, he saw that all of a sudden she turned into a big black cat with fangs bared. He immediately threw the animal to the ground with a curse, and ran wildly all the way home. After that incident Bingag be came just another cave: cold, dark, and lonely. Where the fairies went nobody knows. DECEMBER, 1954 Page 19 ill.i.tC. Ntuis US!!! iMLtHO SITOy CESWO A. MELLA ALFR800 BVBHAV8KTVRR QfetuJ SdH^l rfueudu BHSD TOPS IN ESSAY TILT The Boys' High School Depart ment of the University of San Carlos copped the first, second, and third prizes in an anti-Communism essay contest sponsored by the local Knights of Columbus for the high school division. The contest which was opened to all public and private schools in the city and province of Cebu had all its prizes won by the three Caroli nian pen-adventurers, namely: Cecilio Sanchez, Gabriel Sanchez, and Celedonio Sitoy first, second, and third respectively. His Grace, Monsignor Julio R. Rosales, the Archbishop of Cebu, distributed the awards after deliver ing a speech before the members of the Knights of Columbus, last October 12, in the Avenue Hotel. The prizes consisted of P50.00 for the first, P30.00 for the second, and P20.00 for the third. Fr. Joseph Graisy, director of the BHSD, was the recipient of the ban ner given to the school for that out standing achievement. RM'S CONSULTATIVE COUNCIL OF STUDENTS Ignacio Debuque, Jr., Chairman of the Council and concurrently tech nical assistant to the President on Youth and Student Affairs, presented the CCSS plans of sending out this coming summer several student teams to the barrios to work in con nection with the President's socialeconomic rural amelioration pro gram. The team will be composed of students specializing in various lines of studies like medicine, social work, surveying, engineering, law and social studies. President Ramon Magsaysay ral lied his support behind the CCSS summer projects and expressed his admiration for the civic conscious ness of the youth today. (Press release). USC DRAMATIC GUILD STAGED PLAY The USC Dramatic Guild, under the direction and advisorship of Mrs. Bernardita B. Valenzuela, presented "The World Is An Apple" during the USC Faculty Day program last November 15. The one-act play which won the P500.00 Palanca Award for the Best One-Act Play of 1954 was partici pated in by Noli Cortel' who acted as Mario, the leading man, Amparo Marilao as Asiang, the leading woman, and Marcial Sanson as Nardo. It was the first time the USC Dramatic Guild presented a drama for this school year. ERRATUM In the last issue (October) it was Mr. Esteban Chua who was elected president and Grand Akan of the Alpha Kappa Alpha Frat. Miss Micubo, is the frat's sweetheart, currently. Our apologies to the readers and to all those concerned. —(News Ed.) PAGES RETURNS FROM U.P. Mrs. Paulina D. Pages arrived here last Nov. 9 and joined once more the USC Faculty after a year long absence when she pursued her studies in Master of Science in Bo tany, a postgraduate course, in the University of the Philippines. Mrs. Pages was a university scholar in the State U. Her thesis, "Studies on Germination and Ger mination Inhibitors" won admiration from her professors. Her minor sub ject was Enthemology (study of in sects). She brought along with her many specimens for botanical pur poses. VERALLO COPS FIRST IN DECLAMATION TILT Miss Vermen Verallo of the Li beral Arts Department copped the first prize in the eighth annual De clamation Contest sponsored by the Junior Class Organization of the Col lege of Education last September 12 at the University Campus. Miss Verallo, with her "My Fi nancial Career" piece by S. Lea cock, came out first among the ele ven contestants. The second and third prize winners were Miss Am paro Marilao and Miss Lillian Lagapa, both of the College of Educa tion, with their pieces "A Man After Her Own Heart" by H. L. Williams and "It's Easy To Act" by F. Weddle, respectively. A Gold Medal, donated by Atty. Salvador Sala, was awarded to Miss Verallo; a Silver Medal, donated by Mr. Francis Lim, to Miss Marilao; and a Bronze Medal of Dr. Fortunato Rodil to Miss Lagapa. The Board of Judges was composed of Mr. An thony Steinhauser (chairman). Rev. Edgar Oehler and Mr. Valente Cruz (members). Master of Ceremqnics was Mr. Demosthenes Gumalo, thj Senior Class President. AKANEWS The Alpha Kappa Alpha frater nity of the College of Commerce awarded two gold medal to the two most outstanding graduates of the (Continued on page 25) Page 20 THE CAROLINIAN FINAL CHECK USC NEWS (Continued from page 20) last semester. The awardees were Miss Justina Tan and Miss Consuelo Go, who graduated summa cum laude and magna cum laude, re spectively. They were the first re cipients of such an award from the Alpha Kappa Alpha fraternity. The medals were presented by the Grand Akan, Esteban Chua, to the Rev. Father Rector, Albert van Gansewinkel, who pinned them to the awardees. Mr. Esteban L. Chua, senior stu dent of the College of Commerce, was elected president ( Grand Akan ) of the Alpha Kappa Alpha Frater nity. Other officers elected were: Benito Yu, Deputy Grand Akan; Flo rentino Pascual, Scroller; Antonio Aquino, Amador Ceniza- Exche quers; Domingo Deocampo, Norvell Saa, Informers; Necisio Uago, De puty Informer; Jacinto Gador, Comp troller; Francisco Yap. Business Manager; Cedric Tan and Amado Rubi, Chasers. The adviser is Mr. Juan Aquino, Jr. To add more substance and vi gor to the association, ten USC Com merce instructors joined the Alpha Kappa Alpha Fraternity as honorary members. They have also under gone slight initiation proceedings before they were finally inducted. The honorary members are: Juanito Abao, Jose Arias, Juan Aqui no, Jr., Benjamin Borromeo, Vicente Cortez, Mauro Tobes, Herminigildo Cabinian, Vicente Relampagos, Jose Tecson, and Sergio Mendoza. USC IN A NUTSHELL • The second semester of the school year 1954-1955 is best remembered by the announcement of Dr. Solon that beginning last Nov. 9, USC has the services of Dr. Jesus Paras, the university's first dentist. His office hours are from 8:00 to 11:00 in the morning and 4:00 to 6:00 in the afternoon, daily. • A Museum for the university has been planned by Fr. Schoenig a few days ago. He is now looking for a suitable room for the project. • Rector's and Faculty Day was celebrated last Nov. 14-15 highlighted by Mass and Communion, Breakfast, Field Demonstration, ROTC Parade and Review' and a Literary-Musical Program. • USC contributes this year to the accounting profession three Certified Public Accountants, namely, Felix Labor, Jesusa Phua, and Rosita Vi sitation. Hon. Wenceslao Fernon Atty. Wenceslao Fernan, member of the USC Law Faculty, was recently appointed judge of the Court of First Instance of Davao. Atty. Fernan has been teaching in this university since 1949 in the College of Law on the following subjects: Civil Law Review, Criminal Law Review, Remedial Law Review, Succession, Obligations and Contracts, Property. Trial Technique and Practice Court. He took his oath of office before Judge Diez of the Court of First Instance of this province on November 13. Immediately there after, he bade "goodbye'" to USC to take his new assignment in Davao after the countless felicitations of friends and acquaintances who wished him good luck and bon voyage. Judge Fernan's legal talent was first noticed when he was appointed Deputy Provincial Fiscal for the prov ince of Cebu from 1928 to 1934. In recognition of his splendid work for the Philippine Government, the then Governor-General Stimson and the Director of Forestry Fisher sent him messages of congratulation on his le gal works in connection with the acqui sition of the different parcels of land to be used for government's charity projects and the different lots adjudi cated in favor of the Government. An outstanding product of the Phil(Continued on page 27) USC has the distinct honor of having a share in turning out year ly Certified Public Accountants. • The first semester of the school year 1954-1955 turned out six suc cessful candidates for the Master of Arts Degree in English and Educa tion. MA in English with their respec tive thesis are: Mr. Marcelo Bacalso —"The Religious Element in the Ce buano-vernacular Literature", Miss Leonila Llenos—"A Study and Eval uation of the Works in Drama of Florentino E. Borromeo", and Mrs. Maria C. Pajo—"Bohol Folklore". MA in Education are: Mrs. Ruperta I. Lumapas—"A Study of the Socio-economic Status of the High School Students of the University ol San Carlos in Relation to their Men tal Ability," Miss Tomasa Ramirez— "A Study of the Effectiveness of Teaching Reading in Grades One, Two, and Three of the Seven Ele mentary Schools in the City of Cebu for the School Year 1951-1952", and Sor Paz San Buenaventura—"Dev eloping Personality in Secondary Schools Through Purposeful Teach ing and a Greater Emphasis on Con comitant Learning". ALUMNOTES (Continued from page 32) GARCIA, one-time cover man of this mag and an alumnus of the College of Law. The groom it might be re called, acquitted honors for his Alma Mater more particularly to the Col lege of Law when he placed third in the 1951 Bar examinations and is now a successful practising lawyer. The bride is until recently a junior law student. But topping everybody else is MARIANO NAJARRO and ESTRE LLA VELOSO both active alumni members who preferred "to love, cherish and honor" by their recent wedlock. With Archbishop Rosales officiating, the ritual took place at the Archbishop's Palace last October 30th. The benedict is a member of the Philippine Bar who belonged also to the famous Class '51 and now a practising attorney; the bride is an alumna of the College of Phar macy, who also gained laurels when she got the second place in the Pharmaceutical Board examinations. She was also the cover girl of the 1952 August issue of this mag. DECEMBER, 1954 Page 25 blf RIX SRUPO 6 A.SEWTE^ ©oo The Warriors’ Venom HE gods have smiled on the Warriors again. Jupiter must have shared a drink or two with the Green and Gold basketeers before the 1954 CCAA tug-o'-war started. Yes, he must have. For, not even the forces of nature could dent the armors of the Warriors who stood, defied, and defended valiantly the honor, the prestige and the grand name that was theirs as Cebu's slickest, snappiest, and smartest monarchs of basketballdom. There is no hint of an hyperbole here. The local sportswriters' write-ups about them contained adjectives loosely des cribing the Carolinians as a seem ingly “omni-potent" team. We are merely reiterating them. But act ually, the team is as vulnerable as a red ant compared with the Olympic team, and even as weak as a newborn puppy when com pared with the Republic Super market Greyhounds. When we say “forces of nature" we mean: the USP Panthers whose claws were not sharp enough; the C1T Wildcats, whose snarls were reduced to a mere grumble; the CSJ Jaguars, whose charges slack ened into a fox trot, the SWC Ty phoons, whose force and fury sub sided into a calm breeze . . . and there were even “creatures from outer space" — the CCC Flying Saucers — and they, too, piled back into their cupboards. And even the "beginner's luck" spell wove by the CNS team around the Warrior camp was of no use. Prayer took care of the voodoo drum-beats. THE FACTS Four teams qualified for the Championship round. They were: USP, C1T, CSJ and USC. The Ca rolinians were proclaimed first round champions after they wal loped all the teams that came their way. It was during the Champion ship round that things started to happen. CSJ made an early exit after Reynaldo de la Cruz, USC's prized rookie, delivered the coup de grace in the last five seconds of the five-minute extension period of the USC-CSJ tussle. And mean while the CIT Wilcats had chased the USP Panthers giving the latter a nice scratching in a give-andtake game. USC's second assign ment was CIT. The Green and Gold banner waved happily after that game. The game against USP would have clinched the title for the Carolinians had the latter won. But Jupiter must have been too drunk to notice what happened that time. (The USP-USC game was a tear-jerker. Read Ranudo's article about this game printed somewhere on the preceding pages.) A triple tie was created among CIT, USP, and USC. Jupiter must have been thinking of Venus when the C1TUSC showdown reeled off. USC's banner hung at half-mast after the Wildcats clawed the hides off the Warriors' backs. (It was on that same night when Skipper Sagardui's old man gave up his ghost.) USP automatically became the Champion of the second round. Now, it is a CCAA ruling that the winner of the first round should lock horns with the winner of the second round to truly determine the cham pion. So then, the bookings read: University of San Carlos versus University of Southern Philippines — CCAA Championship Contenders for 1954. THE GAME The odds were even. USP had only one advantage: they owned the basketball court. They, then, should be as familiar to it as their janitor is. On November 28, the stage was set. At six o'clock that night, the acting began. What Coach Silva is to the Olympic team, Maning Baring is to the Ca rolinians. Exactly thirty minutes before the game started, he drilled his players on a new and different team play. It was a calculated risk Baring took. But he had faith in his boys. And he had faith that they would do it well for him, for the team, and for the school. He utilized only five players on that game though he sent in occasion ally de la Cruz, Zamora and Navales, dependable second stringers, to replenish the five at turns for instructions. The five who made names for themselves on the next day's paper were: Evaristo Sagardui. skipper and backboard baron; Danilo Deen, who snagged fouls from USP's best sentinels; Vicente Dionaldo, pointmaker; Terino Morilla, whose main errand that night was to facilitate teamplays through screenings; and Martin Echivarre, (Continued on page 27) Sportscope • INTRAMURAL RESULTS: CHAMPION: COMMERCE Prize: basketball trophy; Donated by: San Miguel Brewery RUNNER-UP: ENGINEERING ARCHITECTURE Prize: Silver plaque; donated by: White Gold • INDIVIDUAL PRIZES: BEST CHEERING SQUAD: LIBERAL ARTS Prize: Banner; donated by Ho Tong Hardware BEST UNIFORMED TEAM: COMMERCE Prize: Banner; donated by Mateo's Lettering Shop BEST GUARD: ROYRINO MORA LES (Commerce) Donor: Insular Life Corporation BEST FORWARD: RUDOLFO JAKOSALEM (Commerce) Donor: Cathay Hardware MOST VALUABLE PLAYER: TOMAS ECHIVARRE (Law) Donor: Lim Tong Press Page 26 THE CAROLINIAN THE WARRIORS' VENOM I LIKE SPORTSWRITERS BLUE RAYS OF HOPE . . (Continued from page 26) (Continued from page 15) (Continued from page 29) Jr., the man who holds the key to Baring's set plays. The Carolinians played a slow game. On the of fensive, they were cautious, care ful and scientific. The USPians, on the other hand, never knew what hit them for the Carolinians were always ready with a bag of varia tions in their set plays. And it paid off dividends. Handsomely, too. And they played a clean game. A personal foul was seldom called on the Carolinians while the Panthers pawed a total of nineteen, seven teen of which were converted by the Warriors. To summarize the game in one phrase: USP was slaughtered me thodically by the Warriors to the tune of 55-46. USC was champion! USC fans "roared the praises of her warriors" while the gods smiled and drank a toast to the 1954 CCAA cage lords. — TLE CAROLINIANA . . . (Continued from page 36) of our Spanish section. He queried as to who is handling the said section to which our answer is: if no name was placed in the mast head taking charge of said section, is it not a valid presumption that der editor is responsible? But never theless. we bumped into Atty. Nap. Rama who was very kind indeed to offer his services as to the handling of said section. We were just simply overwhelmed by this gracious act from no less than the quondam editor of this mag — and a psestiged one at that. But for the meantime, senor Mariano Vale is our big boss and Nap chips in a literary lulu entitled. Blue Rays Ot Hope Over The Horizon. To all these wonder ful people, we were able to sing between our teeth a word of thanks and our eyes told them what our hearts really wanted to say. • By the way, Mr. Antonio Siayngco has obliged us again with another of his scholarly article: The Admin istration in a Democracy. His brains are really working in top spin. We envy him. . . . That does it! Now, we can kiss this machine good-bye and jump off to the seasonal farrago of Yuletide jambalaya. (Gee, whiz! we're getting sharper with our ad jectives every minute.) Mr. Pork and Mrs. Turkey, here we come! school in a nearby island invited this team once for their dual meet that was held annually. The local team was composed of not only the basketball team, but also of all departments of athletics such as track and field, baseball, etc. The host school's basketball team was particularly weaker if compared to that of the local team. The sports writers took it from there and wrote that the local team is sure to blast the bottoms out of the host team. But they spoke too soon. The un derdog team had his day — or night — and licked the system out of the favored visiting team. This information was secured from the team itself when it came back. But the peculiar thing was that the newspapers did not ever make mention of that defeat although they published that the basketball team played two games and won once. This triumph (probably won at the first night) was very tho roughly discussed in such a way that one could even hear the bounc ing of the ball or the magniferous way the ball slid into the ring. But, the results of the second game played on the second night, alas! it was never reported. Well, there you are. A perfect specimen of biased reporting. Well, I did not intend to belittle sportswriters if I did sound like be littling them — as a matter of fact this was written to show that I, for one, am interested in them although I still reserve my opinion as to whether or not I have a deep res pect for them. THE ROLE OF A MOTHER (Continued from page 16) with You, they shall live happily in this world and forever in heaven." Such, my friends, is the role of a mother — the woman with an understanding heart; the kind, un selfish, courageous, and loving creature; the one who bears every cross patiently, devotedly, and faith fully; the person whose sweet name we always call, be it in joy or in sorrow, at work or at play, at home or abroad, in war or in peace; the theme of many a poem and song and story; and the object of Lin coln's tribute when he said, "All that I am and all that I shall be — I owe it to my mother!" humanity from a human's point of view. For sure she who once touched the depths of sorrow while on earth, has a profound under standing of our problems. And it has been said that there was not a single favor that Mary asked of the Lord that He denied to his Mother. Even typically “human" favors were granted her. In Cana, Mary asked a frivolous favor from her Son — wine for the marriage guests. Jesus was surprised at the trifleness of the request: "What is it to you, woman?" But then He turned the water into wine, to please His mother. That same woman will ask for peace for this world, and she will get it. HON. W. FERNAN . . . (Continued from page 25) ippine Law School, Judge Fernan fin ished his LL.B, degree one of the ten in his class despite his being a working student. In 1945, the Cebu members of the Philippine Law School Alumni Association elected him their first pre sident. After he became a member of the Philippine Bar, he worked as a partner of ex-senator Celestino Rodriguez in the latter’s law office. In 1946, he was appointed Cadas tral Judge with assignments in Misamis Occidental. Agusan, Surigao, and Negros Occidental. In 1945, he was appointed attor ney of the Philippine National Bank (Cebu branch) and later, of the Bank of the Philippine Islands. Judge Wenceslao Fernan has al ways shared his legal talents by teach ing law subjects in some of our local colleges and universities even before the war. He first taught in the Visayan Institute (UV), then at the Southern College (USP). In 1949 he joined the USC law faculty up to the present time. Even while this writer was inter viewing him, Judge Fernan received a telegram from ex-mayor Bernardo Teves of Davao City offering him to teach in the Law Dept, of the Harvardian Law School of that city. While in Cebu, he was an active member of the Knights of Columbus and the Cebu Lawyer's League. DECEMBER, 1954 Page 27 the roving Cue ALL IT pleasant. Call it re laxing. Call it what you will. But doing nothing is quite a delightful pastime, don't you think so, readers? (Oops! Our Roving Eye sees a frown some where. All right! All right! Let's not make an issue of it, huh? I'm not stubborn, so you don't have to agree with me. But you must admit I'm right.) At least, that's what we did his past couple of weeks or so — doing nothing' just snoozing our wor ries away when, all too soon, the word "classes" (who, the heck, ever invented that word?) jolted us back to good 'ole reality. Oh, well, that two-week vacation was too good to last, anyway. Those unforgettable picnics at the beach, those barn dances, jam-sessions, and a thousand-and-one other unforgettables are now a thing of the past. So we might just as well face it and get down to business, shall we? Talking of business, serious or otherwise, it seems that the "C" of fice is doing quite all right these days. In the exchange business, that is. Why, our none-too-large "C" office is literally flooded with ex change mags and student publica tions coming in a variety of shapes and sizes. There are oh! so many of them, really, that our Roving Eye is jigsawed to a puzzle, so to speak, as to where to start roving! But then, we have to start somewhere, somehow, someway, so........ here we go! looks, man must not give way to despair. He has only to turn his eyes upward to Our Lady. And this being the Marian Year, Man must pray and with renewed vigor, hope for a better tomorrow. Here the Assumpta (Assumption College) editorial runs in part: "Again, as in the days of St. Dominic, Our Lady's rosary is the chain holding the crumbling world together. Where the for ces of evil would bring destruc tion, her Rosary oilers salva tion; where they would bring spiritual death, her Rosary of fers faith. Where they would sow despair, it plants hope. It is our link to Mary; our life line to heaven ... It is the era of the H-bomb, but it is also Mary's era." • There's not much left to be said about music and its charms that has not been already immortalized in glowing lines by others. Still, Miss Edith Legaspi of the Paulinian (St. Paul College) finds something more to say on the subject: "Music," she says, "is a sy nonym for happiness. Wher ever music is, there is fun and frolic, laughter and gaiety. Yes, it is the balsam that soothes the miseries of man kind. One has only to listen to old but sweet refrains, or to gentle and lively strains of mo dern hits, and all his worries and cares in life vanish." Sounds altogether very nice. But if that author can only hear the crazy mambo music blasting from that jukebox across the street during chemistry class, she will "change her tune", pronto. No doubt about it. * * * • Ours is an age seething with the turmoil and unrest brought about by conflicting world ideologies — a state of affairs which, much as we hate to say it, may result in the total extinction of the human race. Man is thus beset with the constant fear of being blown up any moment. Yet, sad as the picture (Continued on page 38) far-reaching significance. Learned historians and news analysts have to admit that the health of Europe is conditioned by the state of af fairs in Germany. A close study of the shape of things in Germany can furnish us a glimpse of the whole Europe. U. S. Secretary John Foster Dulles, England's Anthony Eden and even the shrewd, hard-to-please French Premier Mendes-France ac knowledged the fact that Germany is the key to the defense and the economic health of Europe. A crippled Germany means a defense less, hungry Europe. What is worst, a Communist Europe. That is why the death of EDC which would put Germany on solid mili tary and economic footing touched off tremendous repercussions all over the free world. And they found no other substitute than the Act of London which would grant Germany sovereignty and military might. The significance that bulges out here is that the man whom the Western World has looked up to and placed its trust and all its hopes in this perilous times is a dedicated man of God. It seems to be a universal trend. Pres. Eisenhower is known to be a deep ly religious man. He was about the only U.S. President whose inau gural speech as the U.S. president started with a prayer for Divine guidance. At the hour of crisis in Vietnam, a Catholic premier was picked to steer the country away from the mortal perils. Pres. Magsaysay is a lot more religious than most of the officials in the last ad ministration. The people in the world today is looking up to leaders who believe in spiritual values, God, conscience and the old-fashion ed virtues of honesty and religious ly. The world has learned a hard, bitter lesson from the anti-reli gious, self-sufficient, conscience proof leaders of the pre-war days, like Hitler, Mussolini, Tojo and Stalin. Apart from the change of face and heart in the political picture, there are other formidable portents that brighten the edges of our horizon. An unprecendented reli gious revival is going on among the masses all over the globe. Page 28 THE CAROLINIAN O&eh the, diMuxan, ‘rom page 3) In the U.S. and Europe more people are going to church than at any time in history. Fr. Rector Albert van Gansewinkel, reported that in a town church in Germany where he said Mass during his re cent visit there, almost the entire congregation received Holy Com munion. Monsignor Fulton Sheen stepped before a TV camera and talked about God, the Blessed Vir gin, Love and Marriage, and be came a smash-hit in a month's time. He has a massive audience of millions. He ran out of business a top TV comedian that put on a show on the same TV time. The Holy Father has never been listened to and heeded with more reverence by the statesmen and the press. His influence has spread even in non-Catholic countries. While we look with forbearance on the recent convention of churches — so far the biggest — at Evanston, Ill., yet we cannot miss the signs that speak aloud of the general hankering for faith and spiritual anchorage. Add to these signs the H-bomb stalemate. Before the ash-clouded spectre of an H-bomb explosion, man seems to have for the first time really gathered his wits about him. It is an accepted fact now that in our atomic age, another war would end man's sojourn on earth and probably crack up the globe. Man has realized that he cannot afford another war. The realization of this fact is a mighty deterrent to World War III. But probably the brighest light on the horizon heralding the new dawn of peace for this world is the sweet, blue rays generated by the Catholics' increasingly fervent devotion to Mary, the Mother of God. It has been predicted that the Blessed Virgin, who once crushed the head of Eve's serpent, will lick the new monster — Communism. It is not without great reason that the Holy Father urged the renewed fervor for her and sparked the ce lebration of the Marian Year. The Blessed Virgin is a pecul iarly felicitous position to plead the case of mankind before the Al mighty. As a human being, still in flesh and blood, in God's court, she sees the ‘railties and needs of (<'">' tinnt'.l <»< page 27) by y\}estoz .JKotetios • This here papyrus parcel being the x’mas sacrificial lamb snarls optical traffic as it saddles on a new look? (?) for a new year. This mat snould railroad students into excited stereophonic blurbles and pecadillos and give other school pubs an excursion for its ticals, or the high and the mighty nestorov morelosky, omnipotent-omnipresent superextraordinary plenipotentiary ambassador to siquijor will start parting his blasted hair in the midcourt preparatory to dramatize an unauthorized swan dive from the roof garden. • All rayet, so our iliad curdled the nanny of our pollyyannas and harvested a crop of acute cases of heebee-jeebees, bursitis, peritonitis, tisis, etc. Nunca was cognizant of the dolorous fact that the preternatural instinct of self-preservation of our coeds (that accounts for the paint) were as puzzling as poking into the lugubrious portions of the holy scriptures. And boy, were they mad! although I am a pacific factotum, I am not so craven or umbra geous nor feral enough to make the ladies fall kerplunk under the mesmerisms of my semi-ridiculous taradiddles. I have always that stratospheric desire to live in a welter of highly histrionic domesticity. My shenannigans might still instal me a niche in the sun forever always, and beyond all barriers. This is the result of eating rice mixed with corn. It makes your corn grow faster and healthier. • Them goils pour in our hideway in various shades and sizes like relatives for a will-reading rite. There was a lady wearing a pharm uniform packing enough pork and fat in her to end the famine in India and Pakistan. There was an animated toothpick with the profile and sideview of a praying mantis. Even cockeyed coeds who can run a race bowlegged invaded our dump. And they barged in with murder in their bras attempting to con fiscate my false teeth at the same time calling me all the lousiest names they could palm off. The best of which was e. quirino. One tank-torsoed dame even dared us to meet her in a no-holds-barred wrestling contest. Look amazon, the only thing we can wrestle is our pillow. Besides, with the war coming, the only contest that could possibly interest me now is an eating contest. For your info, I am the present intercollegiate eating champ. If you doubt me, you can ask Joe here. He’s supposed to be the runner-up. Other ladies palavered that my so-called aspersions were as authentic as moro sun-glasses, and as futile as extracting homogenized milk from rocks. Truth is, we cannot afford to indite literary snafus in this racket or we’ll diet on papaw and tamale the whole semester. I don’t want to croak halfway, my emotional jiggery-pokery at its lowest ebb notwithstanding. Savvy? besides can we not tickle our own ribs? • But I will give a prize to a lady psychologist from the educ department for hitting the jackpot as far as advancing deductions are concerned, (lady, here’s your flyswatter, a stainless can opener and a blowtorch.) She says I am a dr. jekyl-mr. hyde specie. I may hate women in writing but in actualife, nein. bingo! she’s right, the dear cherie. All those girls who wrote me cute cartas didn't know me personally or they would have salaamed to the idea that I am a cross between chris jorgensen and der jer lewis. I advise these particular ladies to cross-examine any goil who intimately dissected me from aparri to jolo of my biography, be they past, present, future girl friends of mine. Of course these aggrieved parties can puke and yelp their DECEMBER, 1954 Page 29 2* XmM TjeueA Came upon DULCE Hello, hello, hello!!! Howdy teachers and school mates? One can't help being gay when it's the second semester. It seems shorter and there are loads of red, red letter days and weekly vacations to anticipate — the Marian Congress, Christmas, and the University Fiesta. We already had a sprinkling fore taste of the holidays. Hey, let's brush away that gloomy look, pocket that frown and do some chum-chatting. Home works? — pshaw! forget it and let's concentrate on the campuscrats on parade. Don't be a kill-joy! Eye-catchers during the flurry of enrollment were the pretty misses: BELEN GALVEZ. NORAH LEGASPI. JULIET MOLDE, and FRUNNIE ALERRE in a fashionable dress. Notable basketball player, NORY MORILLA, enrolled late "Because, well, I'm late," sez he. AR who didn't see me. She was engrossed in reading a letter. Never mind the contents, I'm not curious. Wonder if it concerns some Romeo. Look ye hard on this, PABLO ABAO, PET ALCANTARA, Jr. and PASCUAL DILEGERO. You dared me to mention your names. But they are here, see? With Sabrina showing in one of the theatres, it would only be a matter of week when the girls will be displaying an a la Sabrina coiffure. The sensitive sex (meaning the male of course) would again be as usual annoyed. (What fun!) Frankly I think it will suit LILY ALINABON, a beauty from Zamboanga with a musical husky voice. That goes also for TERESITA ONG YU who is taking home economics. LUCITA SALAZAR is back after a short spin at the U.V. Nothing better than the U.S.C., she said. It certainly goes into one's heart. CONCEPCION JAKOSALEM and MONCHING JUMAMOY are also back after just graduating from their courses. They have a new hobby: diploma collecting. In spite of this boogie-crazy and jazz-loving age, the other arts and long-haired music by Rachmaninoff, Beethoven, Chopin, etc., is still appealing. There's HELEN TABLA who "trips the light fantastic" with a graceful pirouette and some arabesque. She's studying ballet. I mistook ALEJO ESCOBAL for Menuhin. The way he plays the violin can stir one's heart deeply. And you just don't know it that my dear friend, FE LOZADA, is an accomplished pianist. She took her recital recently. Want to hear the Warsaw Concierto? Met PEPE VERALLO who asked me whom I was looking for. Told him I was in search of great, great personalities to feature in the Campuscrats. He promptly introduced me to the witty JOSE ROS. The good-looking SILVERIO MOHAL jestfully scampered away. I'm passing them on to you. They are swell persons to know. The graceful palm tree, that's the simile that tall, chem-engineer to-be LORNA CONCEPCION conveys to me. . . Silent waters runs deep. That adage hold true for AMPARO MARILAO. So don't underJFirsi ®nrn blf A. B. Libron Gleams of peace, joy and happiness. Gloriously motivate His Sacrilices; That our Lord did with all His might. For us to manifest a strong love and faith. Sizzles here and fizzles there, Christmas makes everywhere; Its panorama is sparkling, That goes with the melodious rhythm. The boundless sound that enters Tiptoeingly, into the engulfing ears, Makes us bend our knees to adore Thee, And sing to the world the truth from Thee. For you the madrigals gloriously sing, The hymn of peace they're revealing; Come all ye faithful come, Is the theme of what they sang. A skylark flew above Thee, Revealing that you're His Son; "In Whom well pleased is He!" That You're a Child First Born. The longer you read the Bible, the more you will like it; it will grow sweeter and sweeter; and the more you get into the spirit of it, the more you will get into the spirit of Christ. —Romaine If all the year were playing holi days, to sport would be as tedious as to work; but when they seldom come, the wished for come. —Shake * peare 1’age 30 THE CAROLINIAN ©hr IBabg’a Jirat (Cry F. A. Tihume College ol Commerce by G. ENAD TANUDTANUD World Peace... AN ENIGMA? On Mother's breast He gasped to breathe. On Mother's laps He was lulled to sleep, On manger's hay He gave His first cry That thundered all to love to die. Deep in the hearts that cry resounded, All melodious notes it had inscribed, In lovely flow'rs of a tiny bower, In every thing it came to shower. Deep in the mountains 'twas im planted. All of its strength it had transmitted, In sturdy oak of tow'ring Mayon, In grasses thriving all alone. Deep in all things we've to re member, All loveliness they have in De cember, King is that Child Who came to conquer! With sweetest smile and pleasing palaver. A bachelor is a man who considers marriage from every angle but the rite one. When a bachelor marries, his mother usually thinks he is making a mistake and his sister thinks the girl is. —Dan Bennett This is a year in which political boat rockers are willing to change horses in mid>stream, and vice versa. (Your Life) O ATTAIN world peace, the Nobel Prize-philosopher Bertrand Russell believes in the necessity of organizing an international government. The reasons lor the necessity exist now, according to him. But first Russia and the United States should stop suspecting each other. Germany should be unified to be conceded by Russia, and the Government of Red China should be recognized by the United States. The West should acquiesce to the continued existence of Communism and the Communists should stop spreading Communism throughout the world. David Lawrence, a noted Ameri ican editor, has recently argued that only a peaceful conversion by means of moral force could prevent World War III. "Peaceful co-existence” would discourage the Com munist subject peoples and have : them remain in bondage. . The Russell prescription appears I more practical than Lawrence's, bei cause it looks on fair compromise. I But it is unreliable. The Communist I gods are selfish people. Their am bition is world Communism; attested to by their own papers, and their . encroachments in many parts of the i world today. Furthermore, the Russell propo sal is, indeed, disheartening to the peoples within the Soviet sphere. David Lawrence understands the truth of his policy. Eugene Lyons, a famous American lecturer, in his latest book. Our Secret Allies: The Peoples of Russia, reveals the epic agony of the Russian peoples j against the Bolshevik oppression and I their smouldering hatred towards 1 their government, but, caged behind an Iron Curtain, with such largest, most relentless police system in the world, they could not do otherwise. Like Lawrence, Eugene Lyons is af ter the decent survival of these "un happy" peoples. "Must the collapse of Bolshevism be preceded by a terrific global war?" Eugene Lyons wrote. "Yes, — unless we head it off in the only way it can be headed off, which is by winning the cold war." What he means, of course, by winning the cold war is Lawrence's peaceful conversion. If we are to attain world peace, the views of these two authorities are available. If ever bloodshed is necessary, let it be confined in Russia itself. The preservation of mankind from world-wide Commu nist tyranny behooves that Russian revolution. If World War III breaks up, the free world can't help it. The long story of human violence has proven that no amount of kind words can stop an obsessed tyrant from his madness but the guillotine. True, the recent discoveries of science made both Atomic and bac teriological warfares possible; that War may mean human annihila tion. But, we are destined to live with our human rights, therefore should die nobly for them. We are to destroy a monster: Communism; and only by its downfall can we hope for world peace, probably, hu man unity, in our time. "Liberty or death" is the catch phrase. Today is Christmas, let all Christ ian peoples of the earth pray to gether once again that there will be "Glory be to the Highest, Peace on earth and goodwill to men." DECEMBER, 1954 Page 31 Have You ...that Mr. EUGENIO J. ALVARA DO, Jr., alumnus of the College of Education, recently received a noti fication from the Bureau of Civil Service that he passed the Senior Teacher Regular Examination held in Cebu City on June 16, 1951? Mr. Alvarado is presently an interpreter in the Court of First Instance of Cebu, a scholar in the first year class of the College of Law of U.S.C., and is also the class president. He also finished his A.B. and M.A. in U.S.C. .. . that convivial and stoical LYDIA MORAN, BSE '54 is presently show ing her ropes to the students of Agusan Institute? A little birdie told me that Eddie is hammering the Shakespearean tongue in that in stitution. During her student days her name always laid up in laven der because of the haunting melo dies she used to render on the stage. Yes, Eddie was fondly called the songbird of USC. A news from grapevine said that a dashing Ro meo is chirping at this ingenuous songbird. Is the long table ready, Eddie? Keep your chin up! ... who is holding the reins of the Bisaya Shipping Arrastre service? Former "C" editor EMILIO B. ALLER is carrying on the execution as the Arrastre's general manager. With 300 men to look upon, Dodong is burning the candle at both ends forcing him to give up his teaching load in the Boys' Hi Dept. Father Rector offered him. It might be re membered that Mr. Aller is a reci pient of the Smith-Mundth travel grant who has recently returned from abroad after observing the cultural shade of the American youth. His experiences are being serialized in this mag. . ,. that a bunch of alumni down at Zamboanga City are performing a job well done? Kudos are in line for ROSAURO CLIMACO, BSC '48 who's reshuffling the records of Zam boanga A. E. Colleges. His modus Heard . . . operandi: Registrar of that school. Recounting his student days, Mr. Climaco was one of the livewires of the Commerce Department. He proved himself to be a man of guts! I can hastily say without hesitation that the AE authorities has chosen the right man to the right position. CESAR A. CLIMACO, BSE '52 is also imparting his knowledge in History and Retail Merchandizing to the same institution. He fits the job as fish takes to water. Another "Cae sar" who's knocking his gumption is CESAR JAMIRO. He's connected with the local branch of the Bank of the P. I. in that city. While Messrs. MANUEL NATIVIDAD and BRAULIO SERNA are pouring their ac quired "inheritance" at the Ateneo de Zamboanga as faculty members; and Miss AURORA USMAN's name is attached in the Zamboanga School of Arts and Trades Faculty staff. . . . that Attorneys JOSE AZCARRAGA, Jr. and PEDRO ALFARO are hanging their shingles at Zamboan ga City. Words seeped in that both are acquitting honors for themselves. Boys! Hitch your wagon to a star! . .. that ALBERTO C. MORALES was the lucky recipient of the free scho larship sponsored by the Aguinaldo Enterprises? Two months back, his name appeared in all Cosmopolitan papers for the enviable grant he captured. He's now pursuing his Graduate Studies at the State Uni versity. Until recently he's connect ed with the FEATI Institute of Tech nology, high school department. It might be remembered that Bert finished his A.B. and B.S.E. in USC with flying colors — Magna cum Laude all! Before he marched out he was a faculty member of our Boys' High Dept, and used to run this section. For Berting our bouquet of orchids! .. . that RAFAEL ILAGO, BSE '53 is now imparting the science of quan- I tity to the students of Misamis Or. I (Continued on page 35) | ALUMNOUS ALUMNI SIGNED UP To solve the problems of some alumni and to follow its paternalisticpolicy whenever possible, the USC administration once again gave a nod to the applications of Miss Ca talina Villanueva, who's now teach ing the tongue of Cervantes, High School Dept.; Miss Juanita Ruelo and Mr. Samuel Ochotorena, assigned in the Zoology Dept.; Miss Cesaria Macoy, teaching the three R's; Mr. Edgardo Severino and Mr. Vicente Cortes, Commerce Dept.; Misses Concepcion Jakosalem, Paz Chua and Adoracion Lucas, High School Dept.; Atty. Napoleon Rama and Miss Dolores de los Santos sub stituting Mrs. Erlinda Gandiongco and Mrs. Ruperta Lumapas who are on maternity leave respectively; and Mr. Emilio B. Aller assigned in the Boys' Hi Dept, but later resigned because of pressing job outside. WEDDING BELLS RING FOR CAROLINIANS At the rate Carolinians are tread ing the middle aisle, to settle for better or for worse, it seems .that, q serialized number in this column is necessary. First on the list of Ca rolinians who said their "I do's" re cently is JOSEFA YULIUNGSIU who became Mrs. Jose Colina in a cere mony held last Oct. 19th at the Me tropolitan Pro-Cathedral. The bene dict is a BSE and BSC alumnus; the • bride-elect, is a commerce coed and a faculty member of the Secretarial department. Two other alumni followed suit when Engr. EDUARDO TAN, Jr. got hitched to REBECCA BUCAG a love ly Portia, on October 18th which was solemnized at the Sto. Rosario Church. A sumptuous dinner fol lowed the nuptial after the ceremony. Another Portia who tread the aisle was ESPERANZA FIEL who was just tied to ATTY. PABLO P. (Continued on page 25) Page. 32 THE CAROLINIAN fou mane Not CHjobmi 18b... (Continued from, page 2) A QHjrtatmas (Sarol gal", in Man's customary ways, "foolish." My decision, then, was "foolish." But the standard which Florence used and the perspective through which she saw practically ignored the whole reality of God and a man's obligation to serve Him. Man's measure of things is, to be sure, business-like and hardboiled, but for all that, it cannot afford to count God a liability and service to Him a loss. A business man cannot appraise God as he appraises his own property; he cannot scale God down to the level of man and measure His infinitude according to his own whims and fancies; he cannot record the mys terious ways of Divine Providence in his own accounting books as he records his gains and losses. He must not. On the contrary, it is not he that measures but God, and it is not he that weighs but God. Man's valuation of the things per taining to God is an inversion of the order of things and is, hence, all wrong. And so is his vision of the things proper to God. A man sees only a fraction of reality if he con siders serving God as a waste of time and talent. In all respect and in all affection for a beloved sister, I think that Florence could not have made a more unfortunate remark than when she said, “As far as God is concerned, we are probably being selfish." Actually, she ought to have said "blind" instead of "selfish." For one can be selfish only if one sees all the majesty and glory of God and His creation and then refuses God the gratitude of service. In fact, the gravity of Florence's remarks can be under stood and forgiven only if one real izes that she made a slip when she made them. The slip was that she omitted the center of all real ity —the God "in Whom we live and move and have our being." Now, this is not mere talk or "living up in the clouds" as you would put it. The fact of God is the first practicality, and Man has suffered grievously for relegating God to the unused crevices in his mind. If you think this doubtful, take a look at past history , and read the testimony of Hitler's Germany, and Mussolini's Italy. Today's example is even worse. Today, as never before in all history, a monstrous state has arisen whose leaders are dedicated to blotting out the very idea of God the minds of their youth and ultimately of their peo ple. Communism wants the total loyalty of Man or none of it, and the superseding loyalty to God is an obstacle that must be eliminated at all cost. But the point I am trying to make need not be la bored. The implications of an out look that ignores God are terrible, and no man can hold rigidly to it and at the same time keep his senses. The remedy is to live with reality in its totality. This means to see man as a creature of God, made to know Him, to love Him, to serve Him, and to live with Him in the eternity of the Divine Life. This is the purpose of man's ex istence, and all his activities are subordinate to this. It must be with these considerations in mind that one ought to judge about the things of the spirity, and it must be in this context that my decision to serve God is to be judged. Was that decision foolish? To the man in the street it may be, but as St. Paul says, "The foolishness of God is wiser than the wisdom of men, and the weakness of God is strong er than the strength of men." The first point I am trying to make, then, is that you cannot fail to be reconciled to change of plans if you see that change in its true light and weigh it in its own scales. The second point I would like to make here is that the decision is not really mine but God's and that if I had added anything to the matter it has been in the way of inventing all sorts of excuses and putting up all sorts of obstacles to God's Will. The simple truth is that I did not possess the strength to break off from the common ways of the world I used to like and to enter a mode of life I was accustomed to distrust. I had to be given strength, and what Our Lord said to His Apostle: "You have not chosen Me, but I have chosen you," could have been said to me. This fact of my having been called to serve is as much a face as the fact' of. my being a Kriekenbeck by blood is a fact, and. you will just (Continued on page 35). . let this christmas be to me a rebirth ... let live in me... a nobler zeal... a more honest a more fervent desire to cleanse myself, of furtive thoughts. a deeper kind of faith... faith in Him, and my fellow-men a freer smile on my lips.... when hurts drown me in hate, let it bring to me. let it let me strive... for a better attempt, to ' labor and toil in gratitude ! and silence, and live the grace i and patience of an honest man. let me sit and watch — the close of another tomorrow, with honest sweat to wipe from my brow and greet each dawn... | with greater relish and hope. ! let it let me work... | it's entire breath and length I in content and peace i Then sprinkle once in a while ■ my life with tearless laughter. I I'd not ask for more ... I If you could bring her closer I teach her the peace of the Lord, I'd have tasted then all... the plums and grapes of life ... and suffice to end it even before its wanted close... take one last look at what I leave behind ... and' say... I'd have been a. MAN. . DECEMBER,. 1954.’ Page. .33 BSEED INTERNS In Tagbiloron, Bohol make use of brief respite during their educational tour. RECLUSE minutes of play, the spectators squirmed, heckled, twisted and cheered lustily as both teams re fused to give way .. . not until the last two minutes of play after I made good a long-distance attempt putting our team within winning distance, the score being dead locked at 60-all before my shot went in. Everybody was thrown into frenzy and pandemonium. The rest was history. The team, the school — they were a bundle of joy; Father Smith, especially. A one-day celebration was given in our honor which was climaxed by an evening motorcade. We felt like demi-gods being treated like demi-gods. But this did not last for a longer time than four years. Yesterday I was a god; today, no thing. Nobody. Uncared, uncheer ed, and unwanted. -----oOo----"Merry Christmas, Lord!" The voice sounded familiar. I looked around and saw two figures coming out from the dark splotches thrown by the huge acacia tree standing by the road. "Hi there Ben! Who's with you — Sheila? Well, whaddya knowl Say, are you two planning to get married or something? Mass has just been over." The moon beams piercing through the sleep ing leaves of the acacia tree helped reveal the sheepish smile registered in Sheila's face. I even noticed (Continued from, page 10) that they were still holding each other's hand. "Danny's throwing a party. Care to come along?" Ben's friend ly voice almost tempted me to say yes. "Thanks Ben. But really, Pearl's waiting for me at Ciony's place. They're also having a party there." "You must have wings in your feet, Lord. Ciony's place is still a mile off!" Sheila butted in. ".... and besides, why are you walking alone by yourself?" "I have the moon for company." 1 laughed mechanically. "Merry Christmas to both of you." I saw them waved their hands. In three seconds, the two were quickly swallowed by the evanes cing night. The truth was, there was no Pearl waiting for me. Well, she might be at Ciony's place but certainly, not expecting me — a worm like mel Pearl's a nice girl — too nice for me. I hate parties anyway. The guy who invented parties must have been a crackpot. Why, all that lousy, lazy dragging music — those pretentious, vain glorious, fine-talking "men" — they make a party stink to high hell! I've been in all kinds of parties. And they're all the same. Boys out-talking each other; girls. Outflirting each other and the chaper ons, outstaring at each other! Sheila. She used to drag me to parties. Hadn't she been a loyal fan of the team, 1 wouldn't have shot a foot at the doorstep of a place where a party was held. I used to like her a lot. Loved her, I guess. I liked her face too. Cute, smooth and well-carved. "She looked like a million bucks." But it didn't take me long to find out that she was just using me as something to increase her populari ty. Varsity players were popular around the campus. And girls going with them ... I didn't like it. I hated girls who think only of their popularity. Well, I became a cynic after that. One who had a peculiar distrust for women. But I didn't become one by choice but rather, by adoption. All around me were women of the same feathers Sheila had. You see, circumstances can make cynics out of ordinary people just as trees could also make monkeys out of men. They are queer, too. To admire nothing gets to be their motto. They are human owls — vigilant in darkness but blind to light. Only circumstance could make them open their eyes again. I was that. Say, where am 1? Heck this place isn't unfamiliar. It's just the Slapsie Maxie's. I thought this was a deserted place. Really, it is de serted during daytime. Night busi ness, eh. Well, well, well. There must be a party going on. The place's lighted like the devil's birthday cake. . .. Just as I thought — women! decanter women laugh ing like fallen angels. And those men — drinking like helll Wonder who keeps this place . . .there ought to be a law against people run ning a joint like this. I wonder what kind of punishment God has reserved for this kind of sinners. . . . . . reminds me of Lina. Pious as a pope and brainy as a pundit. Still her kind has to be punished somehow, someway. Somebody said that the first and worst of all frauds is to cheat one's self. This is one open violation which,, the laws of man have not reach or have not dared to reach. But there is always a God who can punish those which man did not dare to punish. Pious yes, she was. But all her piety was focused on the wrong spot. She prayed for a man to make her happy. But she was as choosy as a beggar. She wish ed for a mestizo. Spanish or Ame(Continued on page 38) Page 34 THE CAROLINIAN HAVE YOU HEARD... (Continued from, page 32) Provincial High School at Cagayan de Oro City? Before he was cata pulted to the coveted position as public high school mentor, he passed the competitive examination for high school teachers copping the sixth place. Being an E.T.C. -holder he also took occasion in participating in the competitive examination for classroom teachers and copped the second berth! Paeng received all these sheepskins with sweat in his brow as working student of his Alma Mater, USC. Keep the home fires burning El... ! ... that TEOPISTA SY, BSE '53 (still at it) is running the library of Foun dation College in Dumaguete City? Miss Sy must be busy cataloguing and reshuffling that packed library by now .. . Word was also received from Balingoan, Misamis Oriental that for the first time a Drugstore stand in that town. Inhabitants in that community must be thankful to TROADIA HUGO SY, Pharmacy '53 for answering their vital needs. She's the proprietor and licensed pharmacist of that infant drugstore. . .. that a piece of good news was received from the Notre Dame of Jolo that the faculty roster of that in stitution contains the names of bonafide alumni from USC? First on the list is Mrs. ELIZABETH NANQUIL, (nee Elizabeth Albaracin) who en joys imparting the importance of vocational courses nowadays to the NDJ students. In the Biology de partment, her younger sis, Miss CARMELINA ALBARACIN is also sharing her knowledge of Biological sciences and antiquities with the stu dents; while Miss JOVENA LAYSON, BSE '54 is taking charge of the legs department. And in their Commerce Department another active alumnus ROMEO COLINARES, BSC '53 finds enjoyment in introducing his know how of the debit and credit business while being fagged out in his work at the Jolo Power Company as book keeper. Keep that Carolinian spirit burning, pals! ... that JUANITA SY VILLANUEVA, BSE '54 is one of the school marms of St. Nicholas High School of Plailte. JlifU. THE WISE Music is the mediator between the spiritual and the sensual life. Although the spirit be not master of that which it creates through music, yet it is blessed in this creation, which, like every creation of art, is mightier than the artist. —Beethoven Philosophy is a bully that talks very loud, when the danger is at a distance; but the moment she is hard pressed by the enemy, she is not to be found at her post, but leaves the brunt of the battle to be borne by her humbler but steadier comrade, religion. —Colton I have learned to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered. —Jean Ingelow In prayer it is better to have a heart without words, than words without a heart. —Bunyan ridel, Misamis Occidental? She is tutoring the Filipino Language and Mathematics subjects respectively. Is this the realization of your child hood dream Nits? ...that Hard-hitting EMILIANA D. PALMA is assigned as Librarian of Holy Rosary School down at Oroquieta, Misamis Occidental? Shy and unassuming, Mely successfully landed the position despite the on rush of applicants. Though born with the silver spoon in her mouth, she managed herself to be "on da level". "He who exalted himself shall be abased- and he who is hum bled shall be exalted." If people were only like of her kind, no doubt peace will always triumph. .. . that ingenious PAZ CHUA is the contact dame of USC? Pacing, as she's fondly called by her intimates, is operating the USC switchboard. YOU HAVE NOT CHOSEN ME . . , (Continued from page 33) have to accept it if you want to understand what I will be doing in the coming years. Otherwise, there will only be sadness, disap pointment, and even disgust at the seeming folly of a hard-headed son. I had a dream last night that I was returning to the Philippines and that when I arrived nobody seemed to care. I sat at table for supper and found every one quiet. I felt like a castaway who was treated as a castaway and I thought that the Prodigal Son re turning home received better treat ment than I. This is a fantastic dream, of course, but if there be any semblance of reality in it that reality must be erased and done away with. The absolute truth is that I feel closer to you now than when I left the Philippines, and the same goes for all. If this is incre dible to you, that is too bad, for it is very true, and God is my wit ness. But if you can believe it, that is a good sign, for it shows that you are beginning to under stand me and my future as well. But in any case, you must try to understand and be reconciled be cause in the last analysis you can not really ignore or be separated from a son who is continually thinking and praying for you. Faithfully, FREDERICK Yes, she also finds time teaching the X square in the Girls' Hi Dept. Atta girl! ... ... that ROBERTA BAfJO, BSE '52 is teaching the 3 R's at Kapatagan Elementary School? She enjoys moulding the youth minus the wolves! And GLORIA CARDONA, BSE '53 is also buckling down her mental ingenuity at the Kapatagan Institute, Kapatagan, Lanao. . . . that the faculty roster of Sacred Family Academy, Bogo, Cebu, in cludes the name of NUNCIA A. SY, BSE '54? Applying her cooking know-how, she teaches the intrica cies of Home Economics. Is this a preparation for the future, Nuncia? Have patience! DECEMBER, 1954 Page 35 CAMPUSCRATS (Continued from page 30) CASEY AT THE BAT (Continued from page 17) estimate her. She and LILLIAN LAGAPA took our breaths away when they easily copped the second and third places in the annual declamation contest. VERMEN VERALLO topped the first place. She eloquently delivered a humorous piece' about depositing something in the bank — guess the title was "My Financial Career." HYDA MORAN and JOSEFITA ALVIZO are two of the lucky few with both beauty and brains. Josefita is in the honor roll, you know. AGUSTIN LIBRON and that engaging young chap, JESUS LUSPO are their counterparts. The sound of male voices dominate the corridors. There are several "toweTettes" of Babel around the campus. I thought boys are not talkative but RUDY GONZALES, POMPEY LABARIA, BALTAZAR PADILLA and NICK ACOPIADO made me see how wrong I was. Only the boyish MANUEL VALENZUELA and Architecture stude LEONIDAS ORBETA were rather quiet. Athletic CHRISTOPHER DURANO seem ed shy. Well, perhaps they were acting. Female law studes are better than the males. They don't acquire that loud special boisterous laughter lawyers are supposed to emit. At least not the lady-like ESPERANZA ABELLONOSA and ROSARIO ALOJIPIN. They are nice, nice girls. Wish I'd taken law! Girls being few, they are being pampered lest they shift to a different course. Pharmacy attracts a crowd of beauties. Demure ROSARIO BEL TRAN is mighty serious with it. Hazel-eyed MOLLY CABANAS, who has a streak of white blood in her is determined to go through the course. Good luck, gals! Very active in the Student Catholic Action is FRANCIS ZOSA. His opposite is lanky engineering stude DAVID JOAQUIN who is always standing by a doorway. Any reason, David? Just like GREG ARRIOLA. The way he talks, one would think he's in college to study the nature of beautiful girls. That won't make your stamp collection increase, GREG. He's not even paying attention! He's eyeing JOSE FINA SALAMIDA and cude ALMIRA SIA. Got me some new friends. The dark beauty, VIOLETA MENDOZA, from St. Theresa's College, and ROTC sponsor, LIDA BARING. Sighted MILAGROS ESCARIO enjoying her own company, prettily dressed in a cool yellow blouse and a gayly printed dress. Farther on was sophis ticated TERESITA VISAYA. She's always in a lively mood. What's the secret, Tits? Very busy at the library were RESTITUTA GENSON and DADING CAYONGCONG, very unconscious of the boys who were making a bee-line to borrow books from them. DELING MARQUEZ was already thinking of Christmas, sez JOE. Time does fly so fast. Christmas is again just around the corner. Hope Santa Claus treats you nicely and heaps you with gifts. Got no dough? It will be a real "silent night" for you at Christmas! I'll end my column with that old, old, greeting "superlativized": Wishing you the merriest Christmas and the happiest, bestiest new year!!! CAROLINIANA (Continued from page JU) Filipinos are. But, what can we do? The best stories could be found in love stories. And even if the con tributed materials were not the best, still we could not convert them to a detective story a la Ellery Queen even if Jack Webb was our Mod erator. We picked RECLUSE, writ ten by a certain Barrett (this could be a pen-name) and E. Diola's INTERLUDE. Both have Christmas as a backdrop. Gracias, Lector The October issue, we found out from many observers, was a lot better than the first. We were sup posed to be flattered. But still it was no exempt from a barrage of nasty words. Take for example the news write-up of Miss Micubo. Much as we wanted to wash our hands from the glaring error, we thought it good for our system to absorbed all their punches instead of ducking and let them fists fly to the printer's nose. Another interest ing bit of criticism as about the plight of our Seccion Casteliana. Dionaldo intercepted, passed the ball around, stood by for the re bound . . . but never an attempt . . . not one sensible one. In this particular game, Dional do seeing the rest beginning to miss, knew what was happening .... it happened to him before. . . perhaps was still happening. But he had to do something or see the team he loved, shooe'd out of the court by the unbelievable display of shots from U.S. Pians Agas, Esplanada and Araneta. Meekly, he tried and finding his range, he be gun feinting sneak ins and bobbing like a single piston over his com pletely bewildered guard . . . and if the situation demanded, he went in for some lay up shots. With a steady barrage of merciless points from all five of the U.S.P. Dionaldo alone, injected life blood to his team . . . kept it in the race with shots that overshadowed his best known record. Being built like a slim missile, Dionaldo cut U.S.P.'s supply line by intercepting what ever passes came his way .... dunking balls all by himself. It is a sad thing to note that the referee expelled him from all the activities and damages he was doing .... with him still in the game he may have had written a different ending. The mentor, Coach Manuel Bar ing was a tormented thing. Perhaps one of the best coaches in the Phil ippine courts today, he was just as lost. Things like these are in evitable . . . when the boys where out in the court he knew it was all up to them. The big heart behind the whole team, Fr. Wrocklage, proved he was also that he is the big moral behind it. He knew he had cham pions in his stead . . . what was happening now? Nothing was happening. The boys were undergoing an inevitable stage of all champions ... if they win like Dionaldo in his personal battle, if they will not weep and lick their wounds like "Casey at'-the Bat" they will never know another defeat again. For champions is as champions does. This time the criticism was written in Spanish by a local columnist. We thank him for his very constructive essay about our reproduction of El Idioma Prohibido and, much more about his interest in the vegetation (Continued on page 27) Page 36 THE CAROLINIAN PHARMACY . . . (Continued from, page 5) dynamic science. Day by day, new discoveries come to light. Millions ol dollars are spent in researches and countless men are engaged in constant experimentations. Drugs now include a great number of ma terials such as: alkaloids and other derivatives from plants, animals, chemicals, minerals, bacteriologicals, synthetics and the so-called peace-time use of atomic energy. In the quieting of pain, it is the doctor who prescribes for the medi cine; but it is the pharmacist who prepares it for the desired curative measure—chipping in a contributo ry responsibility in the soothing of man's ailments. Therefore, his prompt, efficient handling and pre paring of the medicinal prepara tions in the drugstore counts much in the promotion of man's well-being. To save a life, the filling of prescrip tions must not be delayed and once made, utmost care should be ob served to avoid pharmaceutical errors. Having appraised the dignity and necessity of the profession, the ultimate task of the pharmacist is to uphold the ideals and aspirations his predecessors have struggled for and dreamt of in their wakeful hours. While other pharmacists are engaged in the discovery and ma nufacture of new remedies and while suffering, pain and illness are still the order of the day—pharmacy will always come from behind to show that it is the real force that have preserved and will preserve the health of the nation. DO YOU KNOW? (Continued from, page IS) attitude is best expressed in his own words: "The aim of natural science," he wrote, ”is not simply to accept the statements of others but to investi gate the causes that are at work in nature. When studying nature we have ... to inquire what Nature with its immanent causes can naturally bring to pass." Following these principles, St. Albert became the "Immortal" he is and a Saint at the same time. Thus any scientist who who is not a Saint will at best reach half of the stature of St. Albert. These few considerations aught to convince us that science and re ligion are not at odds as long as the principles, especially the moral principles, of the scientist in ques tion agree with the principles and standards set by God, the author of nature and natural order. AKAN GOLD MEDAL AWARD goes io Miss Justine Tan who graduated suma cum laude last semester from the College of Commerce. From I to r: Grand Akan Esteban Chua, the awardee, Dean Lolito Gozum, and Mr. Juan Aquino Jr. frat adviser. UPON SEEING THE . . . to see a Filipino, and that I was the first one he ever talked with. He asked me so many things about the Philippines and our people. I was only too glad to give him all the information I could give to en lighten him about our country and ourselves. I felt at the moment, as I was made to feel deeply inside of me during my travel, that I had a duty to perform: to inform for eigners the truth about ourselves and our country, our aspirations and our efforts to improve our selves. I think that if they are only able to see a true picture about SINK IT IN The Papal Nuncio has taken cognizance of the project. The Archbishop has pledged the resources at his command. School heads and prominent persons here and abroad have joined cause with the Student Catholic Action in a crusade which calls for tne maximum of effort and the minimum of weakness. The Protestants, a minority, afforded themselves a magnificent "Y". The Catholics, potentially powerful, rehabilitated a ruined Cathedral, a project which didn't seem to appeal to the popular mind. Baguio and Bacolod have successfully built their centers. The conclusion follows that the good people of Cebu will inevitably repeat a SUCCESS. May be it's sheer idealism that's driving the young folks to make cement blocks, dig foundations, and raise funds for the Center. Maybe it's sheer realism. Whatever it is, we badly need it. Ask us for the cost, and we'll tell you it's just your spirit. The task is admittedly gigantic, but as one has aptly put it, nothing is too gigantic for gigantic hearts. (Continued from page 7) us, they will be able to understand us better. If different peoples of different nations could only know each other very well, there could be no misunderstanding. And if there could be none of the latter, world peace could be enhanced. There could still be peace not at tained by wars, but by common sense and understanding. (Continuation of this serialized article will be printed next issue of the Caroli nian. Former Editor Aller said: "There's much to be said in so very little space. I'm sorry if this has to be serialized." Next is "America Unlimited" continued. —Ed.) (Continued from page 14) DECEMBER, 1954 Page 37 ON DA LEVEL (Continued from page 29) heads off into desuetude. I thank my lucky stars the coeds did not inflence fr. engelen to sic his k-9 corps on my carcass. Begorra, I shudder at the creepy thought of seeing those dogorillas run amok a la huramentado. Especially if I am the zombie those dogs are after. • Guys 'ngals, this x'mas I can afford to send you cards. Although it's burned a little around the corners. We poked around the embers of a burn-down commercial store last nov. and we managed to salvage some. Don't be choosy. It's not a question of what we give but how we give, (blasted phony alibi!) my new year resolution: to be a congressman. This calls for a junket in hongkong with 400 doubloons to wigwag in nitespots. If this isn't highway robbery, then I don't know what piracy is. Yeah, and another thingamagig: where or what happened to that yearbook of ours. Long time no see. Don't tell me our mugs are that hard to print. We want our money back, plus interest and the dangblarsted necks of the printers! To our harassed coedselas here's my x'mas gift: I am quitting this syndicate of penwrestlers. This quidnunc is mothballing all his diatribes, slang, scrolls of papyrus and his stylus indef until further notice. With a college degree pinioned between my armpits, I figgered t'was about time we gave our mind and ticker sweet music. Besides we would like to give other promising pensters a chance in this racket. Go on girls, whoop up a hephoray of a clear celebration. From now on I will start saving all the gold yuans, rupees, cruzeiros, escudos, soles, guilders, yens, liras, rupiahs, drachmas I can lay my paws on . . . no, no! . . . not for junkets but for a rainy doy. Yeah, the day when radioactive dusts will be making kainging out of our most respected, individual, honorable scalps. No reparations, and don't pass the malarkey that I am crawling into a seminary. Me a bible-preaching hoodlum? miracles happen man, but not this kind, catchem? THE ROVING EYE • People with long faces and look ing as though they had lost their best friend are not an uncommon sight after exam days. However, Mr. Rafael Agtarap of the Feati Tech News (Feati Institute of Tech nology) takes time out to remind us that "Human lives are beset with trials and tribulations. But these are what enrich the soul. Alteration of tears and laughter, characterize the rosary of life. If we have our joys, we must also have our sorrows and crosses. Console yourselves, then, ye flunkers! Remember that your 4’s and 5's are but one of the beads in your "rosary of life." (Tee heel! ) • Nothing starts the school-days right than by cultivating new friend ships to add to our collection of old ones. But, chimes an old, old verse, "New friends maybe silver but old friends are gold." And if we are to keep the "gold" and, at the same time, gain some "silver", too, we must remember that "Friend ship," according to Ma. Paraluman Duque of the Journal (Jose Rizal Col lege) "is a plant that has to be cul tivated. It must be watered if it has to produce wholesome fruits. Beal friendship is endur (Continued from page 28) ing. It not, then it is not real and it has not yet found its way, from the far-flung fields of acquaintance, to the inner circle of devotion." Well, well. That should help us to regard this thing called friend ship under a new light. Friends are awfully nice "things" to have around. Or, are they? Miss Antopina Santos of the Light (Holy Name College) seems to take an entirely opposite view on the matter. She writes: "I'm sure all of you have felt the burden of too many friendships. Friends require at tention; demand self-sacrifice; encroach on our precious time; and disturb our solemn mo ments when we would prefer to be left to ourselves. But you can't depend on luck or natural aptitude to lose your friends; use guaranteed methods. And soon you will find you don't have your friends hanging around, taking up your time." Hmmm! Seems like there's a wide, wide difference of opinion here. To have or have no friends . . . that is the question. Which side do you take, readers? Ye gods! There's the Ed now, and with Murder in his eyes! (Tskl tsk! Isn't that unromantic? Maybe we had better stop roving around and hand this dingbusted write-up in to him before he lays his hands on us. He is fuming all over now like nobody's business. (Can't say we blame him. The deadline sneak ed in on us five lousy days ago.) Quick! He'll be giving our Roving Eye a black eye if he catches us. And good heavens! Who wants that for a Christmas present??? RECLUSE . . . (Continued from page 34) rican — these breed she preferred. At the outset 1 forgave her for having to feel that way. She was only seventeen — an age where Youth is at its best. But I tell you she was brainy. Thinks like a judge and read books like an am algamated professor. But what I can't figure out is the fact that she refused to admit that wishful thinking is vain thinking. To have ambitions is a noble virtue, I must admit. But I think most people will succeed in small things if they were not troubled by great ambitions. I have read a line from an author named Hillard that goes like this: "Ambition is not a weakness un less it be disproportioned to the capacity ..." I still think she owes me an explanation. -----oOo----I feel funny. At my age. I feel like a man who never was a man. I tried to pursue happiness but, like the butterfly, it is always beyond my grasp. I think I was not so lucky enough to have felt its invi sibility as other people have. Lina, Sheila, Father Boez. . . they are just mists. The year is going, let him go; ring out the fake, ring in the true. The smell of the place was now familiar to me. A tired cock threw its eerie cry at the defying still ness of dawn. The bells were mute once again. I felt our door knob as cold as the December wind. The door creaked and I went straight to my room. Turning on the lights, I looked at my watch and it said two-thirty. I took off my jacket and sank unto my bed feel ing refreshed and tried to recall my thoughts again. They were now old, misty and lost. They were no longer alive. I half-closed my eyes and thought of Pearl. Page 38 THE CAROLINIAN "CONDITIONED" REFLEXES (Continued from page 12) about his chances nor can anybody be blamed for poor work or even failure, since reflexes work automa tically. And nothing can even be done about it, nobody can change a mechanical development which excludes all conscious participation and purposeful effort; there can be no responsibility since everything is beyond personal control. You simply have to yield to your fate! It is true, the Soviet believe in the pre-Soviet theories of a Russian who was professor at the imperial university and their ill-famed "brain washing" is nothing else but the faithful and systematic application of the theory and practice of a ma terialistic reflexology. But the fact is that men are still inspired by lofty ideals and bothered by failures and shortcomings. And the present trouble is that peace and justice among individuals and nations are still based on the "un derstanding" one another and that this "conscious" evaluation of one's neighbor is stHl grounded in such an antiquated thing called "love", according to St. Augustine: Nemo cognoscitur nisi per amicitiam— There is no understanding except in friendship—. A scientific or philosophic sys tem has a right to fight its opponents on the grounds of its findings and by the facts it can supply but it is dangerous to bar the way to truth by methodological biases and es pecially to ignore the conviction of common sense which is so consistent in its insistence on the psychologi cal, personal, ethical, in general, on the immaterial and non-mechanical factors that build up a personality. A beauty parlor may make a woman look younger but it doesn't help her remember where she put her glasses. (Dan Bennett) There is no brotherhood of man without the fatherhood of God. —H. M. Field There are two perfectly good men; one dead, and the other unborn. —Chinese proverb Nice view, nice bridge! O-ntehlude. mas dominated him. He was think ing now of Benny, Moring, Claro and Greg and the whole bunch of ne'er-do-wells (he smiled at the word), going about the town for drinks and jokes. And Beling.... always, she was here — and there. Everywhere. Somehow, he could not escape from her... in his dreams... in his mental imagin ings ... in every street that he walked. She would be lovely now, he thought, in his evening taffeta dress which his Manang Bening made. He would just love to put his arms around her waist tonight and dance under the light shed by the Christmas tree to the slow drag of Christmas songs that Nene's or chestra would dish out. He could even use it for effect. Nothing could compare the warmth that he would feel as their cheeks would touch tonight, a warmth which is more than that of a near fire. Beling seldom danced, if at all, only on special occasions like this because of her too eccentric father, the town ex-President. No. he thought, I shall not miss it tonight, and all the while he was seeing the girl (Continued from page 11) with the flashing eyes and smooth black hair and handsome face. He resolved to tell his father about it. He prepared himself not to budge no matter what he would say. He propelled his boat alongside the old man's. Ingko Tasyo jolted with a start. "What is it, son," he said softly without looking up. "I'm going home, Itay," he said sullenly, and hastily stirred the small baroto toward the shore with out even waiting for a reply. "Suit yourself, son," he said in an afterthought that was not even intended to be heard. But what he wanted to say was: Don't waste your time drinking and roaming about the town. It is not good. And please, do not leave me alone. But he did not say that. He could not say that. It would be tinging with authority and that was what he tried not to wound with. He was thinking, my son will follow in my footsteps, walking on the sand, as it were, where there are no sharp blades along the way to hurt the (Continued on next page) DECEMBER, 1954 Page 39 SMILING VACATIONISTS In lllgan City: From I to r — Pharmers Adria Casals, Helen Cue, Erllnda Laborte and Consolacion Ngo. On the foreground Is Mr. Romeo Lluch, a Law student. INTERLUDE___________(from p. 39) skin, and there is the odd sensa tion that one feels at the touch of the sand in the feet, where one forgets all about time and knowing not whither one is going, only to find at the end that there are crags and oppressive cliffs and abatis that will make up for an impenet rable wall; and one will be like a fly beating its wings against the pane of glass that could never be passed through, Tonio has to find that out for herself. He followed Tonio with his eyes but presently he could not make him out in the distance. He was swallowed in the backdrop of the tall Nasarok mountain that cast its huge shadow despite the crescent moon. But there was the whole town, sleeping softly, tenderly, un moving, in the moonlight. It seem ed to him that for the first time in many years the whole town settled quietly in some deep slumber. May be it was because of its nakedness now of the palm trees that once freckled its hills and fringed its shore line. The memory leaped into his mind: how majestic they stood in the sun barely two months ago, and now, they were lying ac ross each other like dead giants before an onslaught of storm and earthquakes and volcanic eruptions. That was November first when it happened; it was as if all the saints in heaven turned against the town that he had come to love so much for so long. It almost spelled the end of the town and its hardy peo ple; their only means of livelihood had been sawed off by some terri fic force. That was why he was there in the brisk chill of December night and that was why he, in one way or other, compelled Tonio, much as he disliked, to go with him tonight because it was still part of today and there was tomorrow to reckon about. But Tonio did not understand, he had no way to understand — he was young and the young take so many things for granted. Tonio was too young to understand the contrast of the ty phoon that mercilessly humbled down the majestic palms to the in escapable recurrence of some strong storm that once in a while rock the tranquillity and eventless flow of life. Presently, he could hear the or chestra baying frenzied music and sometimes, in-between numbers, it would play a beautiful piece that would remind him of his youth and Pacing who was part of yesterday, now helplessly lying in bed, dying slowly. The music came to him vaguely and in snatches borne in by the breeze, music that was filled with some kind of wildness and bar baric beat. He did not know what pictures to draw in his mind where in he could fit his son tonight. He never went to their dances, he had no time for it anyway. But he had heard that they dance in a fleshly way, in a weird fashion, so much the opposite of his day when the whole arm-length separated amply the dancing pair. He looked away with an effort; it is with an effort that one removes something that is transfixed and unrelenting. Like his eyes. The moon was now form ing grotesque patches of silvery wisps in the unruffled sea. Ingko Tasyo was waiting, waiting for the familiar tug on the line but it did not come... it did not come. • TONIO dragged the boat with a light heart. He went home directly to undress and the crickety stairs sagged under his weight and hur rying steps. In no time, he found himself in the town plaza with the usual cluster of friends who were now half-drunk. The orchestra was tirelessly making noisy music. "Where you been Tony”, shout ed Benny across, his teethy smile cutting the corners of his mouth. Before he could answer, Greg butted in: "Oh, he has been with Seding, you know, along the shore this afternoon." "Where was that?" joined Claro with a mischievous twinkle of his eye. "Where else but in Son-ok!" Greg said jeeringly. They laughed boisterously. It was all laughter with Claro, Benny, Greg and these bunch of ne'er-dowells. "Hey,", Tonio broke in, "who's that guy over there?" "In coat and suicidal knot?" "Yes." "That's Beling's lover. An en gineer, they say, he is. He's sur veying the possibility of building a dam in the Saksak river." "He's overlapping," someone in the group said. "How?" "He's surveying our girls, stu pid!" Greg tweaked Tonio's ears, and again the laughter of the group rent the air, competing with the noise made by the orchestra. Tonio felt a stabbing pain some where beneath his skin. It was so sudden, this affair of Beling and the engineer. He did not ask how the Page 40 THE CAROLINIAN romance began. Beling was so fond of pen-pals. But he was not one to surrender easily — maybe this is just another piece of petty gossip, he told himself. "Got the stuff?" Tonio asked. "What stuff?" retorted Claro. "The usual stuff." Greg fished out from his back pocket a slender bottle of localmade rum. He mechanically un corked the bottle and drank. Tonio grabbed it with hungry hands. He sat down behind Greg and gulped the whole thing down. It sent a hot shiver down through his veins. When he handed the bottle back, it was empty. Greg threw the bottle hard into the canal swearing under his breath. "C'mon, you skunks, let's get our money's worth." The group dispersed and run to where the girls were seated. It was customary in the town to run across the dance floor and grab while the grabbing was good. To nio picked Beling. The orchestra was playing a soft, lazy number. He was getting warm about the ears and the engineer simply faded away. He held Beling firmly as if he were afraid she might slip off from his arms forever. "You're happy," Tonio said, trying to sound matter-of-factly. "Am I?" "Uh-huh." They fell silent. The music was still going on. "I guess. I'm a hopeless case." "You're impatient," she said. "Am I rushing things? Well, 1 have competition, you know. The engineer, for one,' he said, his face screwed up in an expression of jealousy. Tonio's face was already red like one exposed' to extreme sun light. "Bels," Tonio whispered- "if you'd only accept me ..." "But I can't decide now", the girl cut in, making an effort not to betray herself. "That's easy. Just say yes and everything will be settled." He said almost seriously. "I'll think about that," she begged, "later." The music stopped. He told her secretly while he led her to her seat that he would dance again with her and that he would like to know her answer by then. She nodded, and he was overcome with a sense of warmth, a bursting out of some bundled desires, gushing KNOT-TIED: Carolinians Jose P. Collna and Josefa Yuliongsiii pose after marriage rituals. Mr. Collna is a BSE and BSC graduate. The bride Is a member of the Faculty, Sec'l Dept. Sponsors: Mr. Ngo Hing and Mrs. Lim Tian Ting. forth like water from a shattered dam, filling his heart to overflow ing. There was much hope and it would only be a matter of minutes. He went back to the group, now busily talking about nonsense. He joined in for a short while but ex cused himself for a minute. He went upstairs to where the old, slit eyed policeman sat watching the dance with sleepy eyes. In an impulse, he looked in the direction of the sea, beyond the rooftops, glit tering in the shimmer of the moon which was now about to droop its light behind the solitary Limasawa island. There was no mistaking it. He was seized with alarm. The little inconstant light that he saw, flickering now and then weakly and in the next moment would vanish ed from his sight.. . something is wrong! It was like the eyes of a drowning man struggling, fighting desperately for life from the clutches of a whirling current, bobbing up and down, with the rise and fall of the waves. There was no time to waste. He ran down the stairs with agile feet, passed the surprised group leaving them dumbfounded. The orchestra was still playing sweet and passionate music when Tonio dragged the small boat with all his might to the water and climbed aboard it, all the time, fixing his gaze at the weak, shuttling light in the heart of the wide expanse of the lonely sea farther away. He did not hear the music now—not be cause it was muffled by the noise his oar made but more because he did not care about now. All that he wanted was to get alongside the old man as quickly as he could. He was only a few meters away when a big, reddish beautiful tangigi jumped out of the water, leaping high into the air, struggling, fighting for its freedom. The old man was near exhausted; he felt his bones creaking and the pain of reached down his marrow. But he held on—the fisherman in him did not relent. He closed his eyes as if by it he could accelerate his wea kening strength. Tonio could tell that the old man was nearly giving up, and sensing it, he shouted at the top of his voice: "Itay, hold on to it. I'm taking over," and he redoubled his rowing rate towards the old man with the lined, leathery face, forgetting the pair of flashing eyes searching for him somewhere under the light shed by the Christmas tree . .. and no longer fascinated by the fleshly music groaning in the town that seemed so far away. DECEMBER, 1954 Page 41 Seccion ZdjUbMal RIZAL • POR VALE • LA CABEZA EN EL PALACIO:— El Muy Rdo. Padre Rector de esta Universidad se encontro en el Palacio del Arzobispo de Cebu a principios de la ultima semana del mes de octubre para dar un alimento del espiritu — un retiro es piritual mensual — a algunos sacerdotes filipinos. Segun unos de aquellos que asistieron a dicha conferencia, tai era muy animada y interesante en punto de vista del asunto discutido. COLEGIO DE ARTES LIBERALES:— El 26 del octubre por la noche en el Club de Medicos situado en la Fuente de Osmena, el Decano del Colegio de Artes Liberales, el Muy Rdo. Padre Joseph Goertz pronuncio la Invocacion para las ceremonias Hamadas "Capping & Candle Lighting" (Poniendo la gorra y encondiendo la vela) de las estudiantes enlermeras del Hos pital General de Cebu anteriormente conocido "Velez Clinic." El Decano cerro las mencionadas ce remonias con una hermosa plegaria a la Majestad del genero humano. COLEGIO DE DERECHO:— No es una cosa rara hoy dia oir que un gran interes colectivo de poder hablar el lenguaje espanol esta penetrando en las filas de los abogadillos del Colegio de Derecho de esta universidad. Muchos de estos estudiantes de ley, arrepentiendose de haber pasado el estudio del espanol en sus anos de preparatoria inutilmente sin aprovecharselo, ahora realizan la importancia de la lengua en conexion con su profesion de abogacia. Este interes despertado a tan punto hasta que pidieron a unos instruc tors de espanol que les permitieran a asistir a sus closes como visitas con el unico objeto de repasar otra vez la lengua una vez estudiada para sacar nada mas unidades. Chico, no es tarde la empresa! OPORTUNIDAD EN LA BIBLIOTECA:— Nuestra biblioteca ofrece ahora a los estudiantes de espanol una o'portunidad enorme nunca vista en el pasado. De vez en cuando la biblioteca recibe muchas revis tas de Madrid y otros paises de America del Sur de habla espanol, iPara que son estas revistas? No para decorar la biblioteca sino para ser usadas y leidas por los alumnos de espanol. Pues abraza esta oportunidad y no pierdas el tiempo porque el tiempo pasado inutilmente es oro perdido. Ademas, muchas de estas revistas Be gan aqui "Gratis et amore". No tienes algo que pagar por leer estas revistas al contrario las revistas en tus manos te pagan mucho. FACULTAD:— El dia del Padre Rector y la Facultad tendra lugar el 15 de no viembre. Como se ha planeado sera celebrado tanto por los miembros de la facultad como el cuerpo estudiantil. Segun el programa tentativo habra una musa entre los miembros de la facultad. |Ojala! que sea un dia inolvidable para todos! El profesor Cornelio Faigao so lid para Estados Unidos al terminar el primer semestre. Esta en viaje bajo una beca de prensa pero viajara por los estados de America no solamente como un periodista sino tambien como un educador. Rogamos por su feliz viaje y que vuelva con las modernas tendencias educativas! COLEGIO DE ARTES LIBERALES:— Para recordar mejor el heroe filipino cuyo dia se celebrara el 30 (Continua en la pagina 43) . ..todo se acaba ahora, la esperanza y el temor y la tristeza; todo doliente del corazdn, el inconstante anhelo descontento; toda la profunda pena escura, y la constante angustia de paciencia," asi Rizal parecio haber murmurado estas tineas en la cumbre de sus padecimientos. Si, todo Io padecio por ti; tu que no quieres hacer algo "In Memoriam Suam." Dentro de poco tiempo celebraremos este ano el dia de Rizal, aquel heroe nacional que es el simbolo de amor patrio. Pero, ^corno celebraremos ese dia? |Se repetir£, tai vez, el no observarlo! Algunas veces se omite la observacidn del dia voluntariamente bajo el pretexto de que no hay fundo para los gastos. Yo creo que esta excusa no es suficiente de olvidar completamente la celebracion. Que haya o no dinero, podemos hacer el dia un dia de gozo y no un dia de insulto a nuestro amado heroe. Me parece, el mejor culto que podremos rendir al heroe es darle nuestro amor sin meta, ese amor que es propio de los amantes de la libertad por la cual Rizal murid, ese amor que llega hasta los pies de Dios a pedirle perdon, ese amor que sabe derramar Idgrimas por la perdida causada por la injusticia humana, ese amor que sabe repetir: "Senor, perdonadles porque no saben Io que hacen." Unanse conmigo en decir tambien a Dios: "Senor, abre la puerta de tu sagrado corazdn y admitele a nuestro heroe porque el mu rid por nosotros tus hijos en Filipinas." Si asi Io hacemos, Rizal, sin duda, nos abogard ante Dios para que nuestra patria viva bajo la continua felicidad nacional que ahora goza. Pero, que dice Rizal a los jovenes, a ti, a el, a nosotros todos? "Alza tu tersa frente juventud filipina en este dia, luce resplandeciente tu rica gallardia bella esperanza de la patria mia." Es un hecho indiscutible que Rizal merramd su sangre en Bagonbayan para defender nuestros derechos humanos. ^Que sera, entonces, nuestra situacidn, si los dias en que Rizal'vivia volverdn a amanecerse? Eso Io queremos. "Mas vale vivir bajo un gobierno de infierno dirigido por los filipinos que vivir bajo uno del cielo dirigido por los extranjeros." dice el defunto Quezon. Preguntamos, £que conexion tiene el dia de nuestro heroe con nuestros estudios? No hay, pero si no fuera (Continua en la pagina 43) Page 42 THE CAROLINIAN La Enfermera Dedicada a las alumnas de dicho curso por MEVABRILLANTES El mundo me'jora mucho ano tras ano, Porque alguna enfermera en su globo pequeno, Se pone en el delanfal y gestea y canta, Persevera haciendo la misma cosa vieja. Tomando temperaturas, dando pfldoras, A curar muchas de enfermedades humanas; Nutriendo al nino, atendiendo a las Hamadas, Ser codes con coraz6n lleno de dulzuras. De vez en cuando, ella anhela para el hogar, Llevando la misma sonriza profesional, Bendiciendo el aliento de un nino nacido, Cerrando los ojos de aquellos que han pasado. Acepfando la culpa el medico se equivoque, Oh Dios, cu&nto mar de paciencia necesite! Estando libre del servicio a las siete, Cansada, desanimada y lista, repite. Pues, vuelve al deber especial 'las siete y cuarto, 7 . j Con dolor en su coraz6n estS escondido, i De mahana y tarde, de medio-dia y noche, Cumpliendo mucho y esperando sea suficiente. Cuando pongamos las goras, cruzamos la barra, Oh Senor! dar&s a nosotras una sola estrella pequena Para las coronas, con el uniforme tai, Abrenos d6nde ERES EL ENFERMERO PRINCIPAL (.Anything ^ou <Say Okay Dean Pelaez, here's your cue. Sic ’em.—Efl. MR. EDITOR: ' MR. EDITOR: ' Instructors, prolessors and deans i have often demanded courtesy from us, students. Well and good! But i what about these illustrious instruc tors, professors and deans who be have discourteously and much less treat us students in a high-handed manner? As far as I am concerned, these demagogues do not know courtesy at all. Some of them act as if we students are their hired hands. Worst, I can mention a few who act like intellectual aristocrats and/or supermen. Can't we do something about this? C. DAWLEON College oi Liberal Arts Just keep it under your hat, chum. We can't do nothing but turn the other cheek if the other is smitten. Intellec tual aristocrats are supposed to know more Christian virtues.—Ed. MR. EDITOR: The law library has turned into a social hall despite reprimands made by the law librarian, Mr. Macaldo, towards these loud-mouthed, top-heavy lawyers-to-be, and despite the big "SILENCE" sign posted. And this shabby behaviour of our honora ble law students isn't even confined in their library—just try asking the lady librarians in the main library upstairs about this fact. —FLORENTINO FELISARTA, JR. i NOTICIAS (Continuation de la pagina 42) de diciembre, saldra del Colegio de Artes Liberales una compilacion del Ultimo Adios de Dr. Jose Rizal en cuatro lenguas, a saber: Espanol, Ingles, Tagalog y Visaya. Esta es una compilacion por uno de los instructores de espanol, el cual viene de este colegio. Aunque sea roneado, pero sirve el fin de venerar al heroe, porque por esta manera cada uno podra tener su propia copia. CAPILLA:— El 31 del mes pasado habian reunido todos los miembros de la facultad en la capilia de la univer sidad en que tuvieron una "Hora Santa" desde las once hasta las Much have been said about our women today: Good praises, down right criticisms, and all that. If you still remember, 1 was one of those persons who looked at them with a critical eye. 1 haven't lost my touch in criticizing them if the situation demands it. However, 1 am not isolating my criticisms on these skirts alone. There is something I have just found in men that has got me riled up all the time when I see one. It's about this new slant on men's pants today: in troducing, the "Low-Waist" style. There should be a law against this kind of scandal. You are not (I presume) a "lowwaist" minded fellow, Mr. Editor, but may I have the privilege to hear what you can say about it? FRED C. ALBANI One can't argue with taste, Fred. Some people like it; others don’t. Our young men today seem to like it. How ever, here’s our say on this: It doesn’t look good on people whose skeletal sys tem are inadequately covered by their muscular system. It was good of you to presume that der editor is not a “low-waist" minded fellow. You deserve a coke bottle for that.—Ed. EDITORIAL (Continuation de la pagina 42) empezada la liberfad que gozamos hoy por Rizal, no estuvieramos aqui ahora. Piense un poco, no vaciles, el triunfo de nuestro heroe es tu triunfo. La vida que vives hoy fue empezada por Rizal; la gloria que tu tienes hoy fue obtenida por el; la liberfad que tu gozas ahora en los campos de esta universidad fue comprada y pagada por la sangre de Rizal. doce por el medio dia. Encabezado por el Padre Rector el grupo que se comprendio de todos los padres y algunos prolesores y instructores rogaba y cantaba durante la entera hora. Despues de esto meditaba por unos veinte minutos. Se termino esta adoracion al Santisimo Sacramento por una Benediccion. DECEMBER, 1954 Page 43 Rouge O ,'\\ ll< K V Miss Elsa Pilapil We have always been quick in admiring women whose ambitions tend to dethrone the men from their place in the sun. Now we don't know whether Elsa has that ambi tion but certainly, she is one of those neophytes who are trying (or have tried) to overthrow the fact that this world was built by men and women were just innocent by standers. She wants to be a lady chemical engineer. At the rate she's going in the Engineering de partment, we think she will be one. As a sports fan, she is ever present at the bleachers shrieking with the rest of the shrieker sex for the Arch-Engineering basketball squad. Perhaps Elsa is one reason why the AE team, third-seeded in the last cage intrams, disprove statistics and predictions and knock ed aside crystal balls to capture the second berth of the tourney. Emilie Loring's novels seem to have gotten a stronghold on Elsa's reading tastes, as much as Father Wrocklage's lectures have. Here's a word from her about our beef cakes today: "Our young men are very educated; but sometimes they forget chivalry." Take it from there, boys. Listen to what she thinks about today's skirtline: “Our young women today try to compete with men!" She took the words right from our mouths! Nice going, sister. • Don't be surprised. We thought that this set-up would give variety to our pages. 11 you don't like the way this column is sequestered, well, perhaps we'll change our minds if you call our attention. (We hope you do, chum.) After a week of pounding the obdurate keys of our office-typewriters with Beethovenian temper, piano lessons became easy after that. Our fingerings improved high ly. We have to cacanny our tempo in finding the right food for your Christmas thoughts and after that, this office was converted into a ve ritable facsimile of Tin Pan Alley. When we were still cutting this rag, the wicked typhoons of November had already given its by-products to the ourie winds of December. All we had to do was to sniff the air and imagine that it's the Christ mas frost we're smelling. It wasn't easy, mon cher ami, to find printed pabulum to add magic in your Christmas dreams. We have to think of suckling, rosy-cheeked pigs and stuffed turkeys and tinseled pa per lanterns and media noches — and more of these, three months ahead of schedule. We didn't think of mid-term exams, professors and test tubes . . . heck, who wants to? Plus the brief one-week spell brought about by the golly-be celebration of the Marian Congress, who could have thought of those things? (Ugh!) And so, finally, it's Christmas. Pass the bottle, pal '— let's cele brate! OUR MENU Now for the brass tacks. When Ronald Kriekenbeck handed a copy of his brod's letter to us, it was like receiving a surprise package with literary dynamite in it. It was a surprise to most of us who knew Fred — considering the fact that he had two more years left to finish his law course. But read his letter and try not to be convinced by the Harvardian reasoning used by a one-time Carolinian student. When Nes Ilago approached us and handed in a picture to go with the article. Hail Akansl,‘we thought he was joking when he said, "Here's i&na ===== by TLE a trapezoidical picture of me." Maybe he was truthfully joking. THE LAST TOY Here's a word of advice: If you want to appreciate Nene Ranudo's prose-poetry, read it again and again 'til your eyes say nix on you. If you know Carl Sandburg and his poems, then you'll notice that Nene is using a similar treatment in his poem, The Last Toy. When we saw him scribbling "The Last Toy" in a downtown cafe we got rid of our curiosity by asking him what is the last toy. His answer: "We, you and I, and the next fellow you'll meet, have always played around with Love .. . like a toy. When it really is a rare privilege — a priceless emotion ... a gift from God. 1 say it is the last toy because, after Adam and Eve, God has never given us another to equal its versatility." We egged him on to explain why he chose to approach the subject in that manner. He said: "I've been trying to approach this subject for more than two years and actually, unbending and uncompromising as it may seem, it's pretty delicate to handle. Love is suppose to be there, but isn't.. . and al though it is very real, it would be very silly to argue in an or dinary channel of words about it. It's odorless, dimensionless, immaterial and even imprac tical ... most of all, it is illogi cal. Who ever heard of a sane person in love?" He emphasized further that Love is the last gift God gave to man. But man, a mortal that he is, lost sight of its deeper meaning and used it with careless abandon like a child getting hold of a plaything. God is referred to in the poem as the "lonely stranger." RESUME The onrush of short-story con tributions flooded our desks like a stray tidal wave all carrying the same substance: love. This just goes to show how emotional we (Continued on page Sti) Page 44 THE CAROLINIAN HOW NOT TO EAT THE APPLE... Apple Eating Contest The Physical Education Department presented en masse a field demonstration: Gavotte Maypole Dance, Pizzicage Polka, a gay Hungarian Dance, Modern Calisthenics, Rope Symphony, Sword Drill and Rhythmic Gymnastics. At 3:00 P.M. the elite ROTC Cadets snapped into formation for a grand parade and review as a token of their esteem towards the Reverend Father Rector and the members of the Faculty. Subsequently that afternoon a Literary-Musical program again carried into execution by the thank ful students, preluded the presentation of leis to the very Reverend Father Rector and Department Heads by the student representatives. The quadrangle served as the best fitting place of the program replete with the smart-playing school band and its Symphony Orchestra. The program was divided into four parts: the musical numbers, the literary the mentors' dayi The first day (November 14, Sunday) broke off to early start at eight A.M. ushering in games and tournaments played exclusively among the faculty line-up. Depositing their professorial mien somewhere, the maestros and the maestras jumped into their T-shirts and teen-age blouses to revive their reclused, hermited school-day spirits. Con tests such as apple-eating, balloon dance, musical chair, sack race and dodgeball became the order of the day. The games and tournaments on this day was climaxed by the invitational basketball game between the puffing and blowing ex-Wildcats of the Cebu Institute of Technology faculty team and the "retired, exhausted" and ready-todrop USC Faculty Warriors. Results: The USC Faculty fatsoes reduced the CIT Wildcats into inac tivity. (See pictures in the Pictorial Section). At exactly six A.M. Monday morning, the Fa culty and Student representatives went to a general mass and communion said by the Rector-celebrant, Very Rev. Albert van Gansewinkel. Breakfast at the USC library followed. At 7:00 the ROTC and PMT units filled the chapel for another high Mass to pray for their tutors. canto, the dance numbers and finally, the presenta tion of leis. Culminating the affair was the Faculty Dance at the PC Recreation Hall where the highlights of the fiesta, the balloting for the Faculty Muse and Mouse and the coronation of the Muse, were eagerly awaited. Miss Rosario Rodil and Mr. Edgardo Se verino romped away with the prizes as Faculty Muse and Mouse, respectively. For a better appraisal of the occasion, we quote Father Rector's message in full: "Years ago the idea of a Faculty Day was hailed as a novelty. It pleased the teachers. Its imple mentation, however, sometimes met with difficul ties. This year it seems the students caught on better than in former years. For this I am grateful. It gives them indeed, an opportunity to show their appreciation for what their teachers do for them. Let them sing their youthful songs—for all the hours the teachers tire their voices for them; let them march in parade and dance on the stage—for all the steps their teachers walk for them! Thus the Rector's Day becomes a Faculty Day, and its significance and importance will become manifest more clearly with every year to come." CATHOLIC TRADE SCHOOL ” e n te rta in in g < o Yeung And Old excitin g f t A U £ f > W U t U * e Fascinating G A M E S And enjoy