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Title: The Carolinian
Issue Date: Volume XX (Issue No. 3) January 1957
Year: 1957
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extracted text: University of 7 library y Jar vary Issu 3 7 ®l” (Carolinian r cnrrr crnrr riwi'ra Number 3 Muddy Quit of io’s Future historians, if nuclear weapons will take kindly to a few survivors, are going to get a big shock out of the kind of history we are making. They will eventually know, for instance, that THE COMING amongst all true Communists, Stalin YEARS was a divinity when he was still living in a world which he tried so hard to destroy by force of arms and propaganda. But when he died, he was repudiated, defiled, and burned in effigy by the very zealots who spun the Stalinist myth. Again, chroniclers of the future will shake their heads over the amazing inability of the democracies to put an end to Russia's massacre of liberty-bound Hungarians. While statesmen of the world huddle like old ladies in peace councils, the Russians are whooping it up with tanks and machine guns. Diplomacy must be addressed to the cons cience. Russian violence in Hungary will only sneer at warnings and it is very ready to laugh off all attempts to handle it with kid gloves. Oh, well.. . there are a lot of cynical apostrophes which future history will slap on our age and time but then again we can always seek asylum in the thought that our generation had its Bob Hope and Anita Ekberg. We are quite nonplussed why, when President Magsaysay led the consecration of the Filipino people to the Sacred Heart of Jesus, his act of devotion cul tivated angry howls in some quarters. Those who protested the act claimed that it was improper for the President to participate in the ceremonies of a particular religion. They argued that, being the head of a State which, by constitutional mandate, does not play favorite with any denomination, the President was in error when he publicly identified himself with the Catholic religion during the celebration of the Second Eucharistic Congress of the Philippines. They hinted obliquely that Magsaysay's public profession of Faith was tantamount to his acquiescence to being used as a "tool" with the view of propagating the Catholic religion. SOME PEOPLE SAW RED did. And we, joy in finding a We are in no frame of mind to enter into another controversy. But we are sure that Mr. Magsaysay was only being honest with himself and his God when he did what he who are Catholics, derive no little man whose eminence does not work against his belief in God. President Magsaysay did right by the country when he led the "Consecration" at such a time as ours when we stand so much in need of spiritual help. He did right morally and legally. Apropos of the President's action, the Manila Times editorially said: There can certainly be no question of his right, even his duty, to perform, a religious act in which he sincerely believes, and which in his faith will redound to the good of the people. To those who, in all good, faith, may object to his action on the grounds of ‘democracy’ it may be pointed out that an act of consecration is not in any way an act of coercion. There is nothing in it which calls for unquestioning obedience by those of the people whose religious beliefs incline them otherwise. In this free nation the right to believe or to question is valid and unalienable. And the President is as much a beneficiary of this right as any other citizen . . . The USC Warriors, who put the angry gods cf hoopdom to shame and earned the praises of Manila sportscribes, did not win the Intercollegiate plum but their showing in the tournament is an item for the books. They smashed through the finals by a brand of play that preyed upon seeded teams and they emerged as the only team outside of Manila ta enter the final round. It was an underdog's day and it had the makings of a carnival when the Warriors almost put the tweezers on U.E., the Intercollegiate champion. The boys did wonders in their camFROM WHEREpaign and they got the glad’’hand. WE SIT We can give them no greater tri bute than to say as Father Wrocklage did, that the Warriors were the cleanest players on the floor. The story of the USC team is a story of grit and go-git. Few teams can match our boys, pound for pound. And we don't mean maybe! • We swiped this from Ross Escober who says: "A friend of mine suggested that we should adopt a new method of reading novels. All mystery fans should read the climax first so they will be kept in suspense as to how the story begun." (Continued on page 42) Our Cover Qfye Carolinian Entered as Second Class mail matter in the Cebu Post Oilice on June 10. 1936. Member, College Editors Guild of the Philippines. SdJltxMcJL StaJfi BUDDY B. QUITORIO Editor-in-chief ADOLFO CABAILO FELIPE VERALLO, Jr. SAMUEL FABROZ ADELINO SITOY Senior Editors ROUSSEAU ESCOBER ROMULO ARTILLAGA AMABLE TUIBEO Associate Editors ANNIE RATCLIFFE GREGORIO ANDRES LOURDES JARAMILLA ELSIE JANE VELOSO SIXTO ABAO, JR. Staff Writers ANGELINA LABUCAY MARIETTA ALONSO ISMAEL SALA MANUEL OCAMPO Art Associates JOSE P. de la RIARTE Circulation Manager REV. JOHN VOGELGESANG. S.V.D. Moderator • Destitute of so many dots and so many dashes, our cover is a "still" of that thing called TIME — that will-o’-the-wisp we cannot lay our hands on or shake our fingers at but which, nevertheless, we speak about very often. So much of the elements of joy and pain or success and failure are associated with the passage of time, which explains why such phrases as "remember when" and "call me anytime" have been en joying currency not only among sentimentalists but also among the dollar-wise. The figure above is an hourglass; not, and this is where we bet you are wrong, that of an excited pho tographer's take of Jayne Mans field. If the figure is tilted, as indeed it is, and you do not know the why and wherefore of the pe culiar slant it assumes, Dick Cabailo stands charged with the task of explaining. The modest observ ation may be advanced, however, that the way it tilts, it looks more indicative of the uncertainty this green earth faces. The old year having been tossed out on its ears, we all have a long stretch ahead of us. It certainly ill becomes us to express pessim ism over the future. After all, humanity is still capable of doing a little good and, after all, as they say in Freshman English classes, this is getting out of the topic.—bq Between Covers New Year: New Uncertainties ................................................ Inside back cover SHORT STORY: The Intruder ...................................................................................... C. Villa 9 POETRY: Two Poems .................................................................................. A. A mores 6 Tell Me ............................................................................................... A'. Tan 31 To Pacita .................................................................................... A. Labucay 31 Two Poems ...................................................................................... A. Tuibeo 31 ARTICLES: Catholicism and Hungarian Revolt ..................................... Hon. M. Cuenca 2 Youth Social Action: The Answer to Age-Old Distrust .... M. Alonso 3 The Sea and the Skylark .......................... Er. John Vogelgesang, S.V.D. 13 The Role of the School in Nationalism ............................... Ji. Artillaga 32 FEATURES: Three Heroes and a Story ............................................ A I,ay Missionary 5 Uncle Ambo’s Trip Fizzles Out ................................................. A. Sitoy 16 Be Glad You’re an Introvert .................. 1. Lagcao 17 The Average Students Get a Break ................................... S. Cabanatan 18 Don’t Look Now, But ............................................................ A. I^abucay 19 The USC Buckle Starts a Tale ............................................ A. Abao, Jr. 30 The JPIA and USC’s Commerce Department ...................... C. Verallo 34 DEPARTMENTS: Caroliniana ............................................................................. Inside front cover Our Cover ........................................................................................................ 1 The Triot ............................................................................................................14-1A USC’s Roll of Honor ...................................................................................... 22 Pictorials .............................................................................................................23-26 News ................................................................................................................... 20 Cross Currents ................................................................................................. 27 Graduate School Section ................................................................................ 28 Anything You Say ......................................................................................... 32 Alumni Chimes .................................................................................................. 33 Ramblings in Lower Case ............................................................................... 35 Sports ................................................................................................................. 36 Coup de Grace .................................................................................................. 37 ROTC Briefs ......................................... 38 What Do You Think? ...................................................................................... 41 The Monkey Wrench ...................................................................................... -12 Seccidn Casteliana ........................................................................................... 4K THERE IS a basic cause for the present Russian hegemony in Cen tral Europe, particularly Hungary, and the uprising in that country against Soviet rule. Following the thesis ol the Italian Count Camillo Cavour, who considered the exist ence of the Austro-Hungarian Em pire as a danger to Italian unity and national independence and for that reason advocated the dissolu tion of that Empire, the Allied leaders in the First World War, Wilson, Clemenceau, Lloyd George, CATHOLICISM and the Hungarian Revolt By Hon. MIGUEL CUENCO ('.hairman, House Commitlee. on Foreign Affairs and Orlando, decided the dismem berment ol the Empire of the Hapsburgs. Cavour is considered as a ranking statesman and diplomat of the last century, second only to the German Iron Chancellor, Count Otto Bismarck. British and American diplomats now consider this settle ment as a fatal error. With the partition of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, a great counterpoise to German and Russian Powers was removed. Thus, in 1938, the inde pendent state of Austria was forcibly absorbed into the German Reich. Two years ago, the Allied military occupation of Austria by the four Allied Powers in the last World War, including the Russian occupation, was put to an end. After the last World War, Hun gary, the other partner in the former Austro-Hungarian Empire, became a Soviet satellite state. It is now about two weeks that a revolution in Hun gary against Russia has been taking place. Hungary has an area of about 35,000 square miles, with a population of more than 9 million. Austria has more than 83,000 square kilometers and its population is 7 million. Had the union of both countries been allowed to continue by the Allied countries in the First World War, a united Austria-Hun gary could have better resisted Rus sian domination. Paraphrasing Simoun in his confession to a Catholic priest, Padre Florentino, in Dr. Jose Rizal's Filibusterismo wherein Simoun expressed anxiety over the redemption of our country, the Phil ippines, one is led to ask this ques tion concerning Hungary: Does this mean that the heroic fight of the Hungarians for freedom is hopeless? Our answer is NO. About 70% of the Hungarians are Catholics. They are fighting (Contiiitied on pa ye Page 2 THE CAROLINIAN Youth Social Action: The Answer to Age-Old Distrust bu MARIETTA ALONSO OD must love the common people, remarked Lincoln in an often-quoted utterance, because He made so many of them. The democratic hypothesis is simply that, if given a chance, the common man may be a high, not low, common denominator. For what we call the needs of the average man are the needs of everyone. He desires to eat, to sleep, to love — to live. He seeks, though unconsciously perhaps, to regain the mastery of his own destiny. He seeks to be able to solve his difficulties by his own latent energies and build up his own human resourcefulness. He wants no ready-made solutions handed to him on a platter — for indeed, a poor man can still feel the pain of shame even when he is hungry. Today, struggling alone in the quicksand of poverty and want, he seems to be forgotten, or, at least, he thinks he is. Poverty has be come beautiful only in the pulpit — but ugly in the slums. We re member him well in our Gospels, but we forget him when he is just beside us — starving. Back in his crumbling shack, his heart bleeds for his sick wife and his hungry children. Not infrequently, we meet his dirty little boys in our streets — begging or being thrown out of restaurants. Rice and salt once a day, that's all. What goes on with in himself, we'll never fully know. A poor man is not an angel. But he is not a devil, either. He's just a poor man. And do you think that a man who has been in the grind stone, who has been an underdog all his life, could still look up to God, to ask for help or to give thanks? Lazy, yes, that's what we call him. But what else could he do when even the waterfront could not hire him? Where else could he go when there is not a room for him — not even in the breeding place of rotten politicians? He has always wanted to be honest. Deep in his heart, he longs for a clean, decent life. While we — we in our comfort able homes — hardly even bother to think about him. We think that everything is. all right in the world as long as it will, just leave us in peace. We think that all we needed was a catechism to memorize, for fear we would forget Catholicism. We forget the unconscious creed that is always gaining in impetus — the creed that takes one step back ward only to advance two steps forward until it becomes a com munity creed long before its ten tacles are felt. And this is always a welcome change for those who are discontented, for those who have lost all hopes for a better future, for those who actually sell their blood for the rich to suck. They no longer know the difference between communism and demo cracy; between paganism and Christianity. All they know is that they are poor and miserable. The foregoing observations, practical rather than profound, are not mere abstractions. These are not mere "causes" but living realities that vitally affect the temporal as well as the eternal welfare of human beings. And human beings mean flesh and blood, members of the Mystical Body of Christ. Too many ’radicals' brood over the wrongs committed by the so-called modern capitalistic enterprise. Too many of them focus their attention upon social reforms and revolutions as mechanisms and neglect the dignity and welfare of human beings who should be helped by the social mechanism. Harmful institutions must be thought of in terms of their victims. Better systems and insti tutions must be worked out in terms of the people to be benefitted, a system patterned after the Christian ideal. The papal encyclicals must be exhumed from the pages and be made the rice and salt of daily life. Today, only organized efforts can vie with organized evil. We need social action groups, a strong and dynamic group of dedicated lay apostles sufficiently informed in re ligion, economics, philosophy and sociology to tackle any problem of modern society. Hence they must be fully trained to think hard and clearly and to act at the fullest pos sible freedom within the frame work of Divine Law. This group, known as the Institute of Social Action is composed of members vzho have freely chosen the lay apostolate as their lifetime vocation. It seeks to ameliorate specific areas of society, to learn how to govern themselves and their affairs together as a community in Christ. The re form of the individual and the re form of society are actualized in the group dedicated to Christian re formation; it takes place in the group because the group is the ef fective point of contact between the individual and society. Social ac tion groups, let me remind you, are concerned with specific social re forms such as starting co-ops, credit and labor unions, community coun cils, home industries, free workers' union, recreational centers, etc., etc. (Continued on paye ■',) JANUARY, 1957 Page 3 (Continued from page 2) the Russians with Religion, the deadliest of all weapons. If my memory serves me right, the pres ent Pope, His Holiness Pius XII, then Cardinal Eugenio Pacelli, was the representative of the Holy Father to the International Eucha ristic Congress held in Budapest before the last war. In his speech before the Congress, the then Cardinal Pacelli discoursed on the indestructibility of the Catholic Church, which is a divine institu tion, and made reference to Julian, the Apostate, and other oppressors of the Church, who had long gone and whose memory mankind has cast into oblivion. The present Pope spoke with prophetic vision. After the last War, the Soviet-dominated government of Hungary dissolved 59 Catholic religious corporations or orders with more than 10,000 monks and nuns and their monasteries were taken over by the State. Car dinal Josef Mindszenty, Primate of the Catholic Church, was sen tenced, on false charges of espion age and treason, to life imprison ment. Many obstacles were placed to the opening of Catholic schools. But Catholicism, as usual, survived the ruthless persecution. Nor has the soul of the Hungarian nation perished. Youth Social Action: The Answer to Age-old Distrust (Continued from page 3) Through these institutions, headed by fully-trained lay apostles, the spirit of Christ can penetrate in all phases of modern life — in the shop, the school, the home, the farm, in our recreational centers and in our government. It is a social force that seeks to bring the masses back to Christ, or rather, to bring Christ back to the masses. Selfish poli tical interests, in the humanitarian garb of social service have not really succeeded in ameliorating the conditions of the common tao. Material aid have not made them less dependent, and they are as poor as ever. For theirs is no mere economic problem. There are hu man and spiritual factors involved which the poor man alone under stands. So far we have been dealing with the urgent problems of the present social order. Equally im portant, if not more, are the prob lems that will inevitably come up in the future. Our present form of socio-economic civilization will cer tainly subside and a new form will Catholicism and the Hungarian Revolt Religion is more important than armies, military alliances, military bases in the survival of nations. We, Catholics, believe in the divi nity of Jesus Christ, in the Sacred Eucharist, and in the immortality of the soul. Life does not end in death and there is an eternal life beyond the grave. Sustained by faith, the Hungarian people are not afraid to fight their Russian op pressors. In the beautiful phrase of St. Francis Assisi, we die to be born into eternity to receive the reward of perpetual blessed happi ness to which we are entitled if we have lived in this world obeying God's commandments. Speaking through Padre Florentino, Dr. Rizal commented on the influence of Re ligion in the fight for freedom of our country as follows: "Yo no quiero decir que nuestra libertad se conquiste a filo de espada: la espada entra por muy poco ya en los destinos modernos, pero, si, la hemos de conquistar mereci6ndola, elevando la razon y la dignidad del individuo, amando lo justo, lo bueno, lo grande hasta morir por el, y cuando un pueblo llega a esa altura, Dios suministra el arma, y caen los idolos, caen los tirareplace it. Here, a new question arises: What form will take its place? Let us turn to our youth for the answer. They are the future. Now is the time to build a more dynamic apostolate and a better world for tomorrow. The raw material is available in our young people. But it must be guided, formed and trained, and this task can only be done by young, energetic priests who can understand them and who can meet them on their level in bringing about a profound trans formation in the environment. An objection, however, readily confronts us here. This task of training our youth for the apos tolate calls for a large expenditure ol time and effort on the part of our priests. Already we have a short age of priests who can hardly cope with the work of their ministry. But is this responsibility of training our youth not expounded by Pope Pius XI and Pope Pius XII in the ency clicals? And just think of what it would mean if in every parish there is a group of strong and dynamic apostles! Just think of its farnos como castillo de naipes, y brilla la libertad con la primera aurora." (El Filibusterismo, p. 291) Rizal's words are as pertinently applicable to Hungary. Russian tanks and jet planes and hundreds of thousands of soldiers are re ported to have defeated the Hun garian rebels, but sooner or later Russia has to recognize and res pect Hungarian independence. She will be forced to do so by the pressure of international public opinion, which Soviet brutalities has outraged. She cannot do it now because Russia may have to cross Hungarian territory and that of neighboring Yugoslavia to send her army to the Mediterranean in case a world war breaks out in the Middle East. At any rate, even without arms, the Hungarians can not be subdued if it is their un yielding determination to be free. By not doing business with the Russians, by not cooperating with them, the Hungarians will compel the Russians to quit. There is al ready a growing conviction in the Soviet Government that the puppet government that replaced Nagy's nationalist government is useless and has not accomplished anything to pacify Hungary. reaching effects; the apostolate of like-upon-like not only increases the priest's apostolic influence but also adds new domains to it and streng thens the link that binds the com munity to the priesthood. The discouragement of our elders and of the priests of the older gen eration upon our young people is one of the most tragic setbacks of our apostolate. This is a disease that could even paralyze the spirit of our youth for life. "Kids and young people in general are im prudent and irresponsible. Catholic action is at the same time a risk and an impossibility. We must stop them before they get into mischief, and let us instead try to get them to frequent the sacraments and avoid serious sin." Such is an at titude of fatality and a counsel of despair which must be followed if we are to expect communism to sprout under our noses. Why are we always afraid to make a mis take? Can we not hope to make good? Condemned for imprudence before they even had the chance (Continued on page A5) Page 4 THE CAROLINIAN . . . A Tribute to Monsignor Anthony H. Thijssen . . . In THE UNITED STATES, when a bishop goes out of his residence to administer the sacrament of confir mation in a certain district, he has only to ring for his driver in order to bring a sleek limousine up the driveway, give short notice to his ecclesiastical assistants and off he starts on a safe, smooth-travelling excursion — as correctly and as im peccably dressed as any meticulous coutourier could wish. Not so in Flores, Indonesia. Here, when the bishop prepares to go out to per form the same function to his widely, scattered flock, one always gets the ing after Mass. The air was humid — the barometer indicating low pressure somewhere. Dark clouds frowned at our party with ominous threat. But we were not to be daunted. Our spirits were high and hopeful — so was that of our Ford, aptly named Old Faithful who, that morning, sported the newly-scrubbed look of a Sunday schoolboy. Our driver, a hardy, gentle native looked every inch a veteran of the road. As I clambered up Old Faithful along with my co-passengers, he stood at attention for the Monsignor who was giving last minute instructination. It lies over a hundred miles from Ndona. If mileage alone were to be considered, Poma seems just a whistling distance away. But the important thing is the road. . . ah, the road. Out here, the word does not exist in a legitimate dic tionary. I was to discover after wards that it js an abused thin thread of a yarn that goes snaking up between towering mountains. . . plunging down labyrinthine crawls in the valleys. . . running at a kiss ing distance from the shore and groping, staggering along miles and miles of horseshoe bends. . . climbThree Heroes and A Story by AN S.V.D. MISSIONARY inevitable impression that His Ex cellency is bound for an extended expedition or exploration — the kind that one often reads about be tween the pages of a National Geo graphic Magazine, where the para phernalia ranges from pit helmet to sunglasses, thermos bottles, flash lights, toolbox, etc. Shortly before Christmas, I re ceived orders to accompany the Most Reverend Monsignor Anthony H. Thijssen on a trip to the northern part of his Vicariate, where he was expected to administer confirmation to hundreds of his Christians. Hav ing, myself, just arrived in this pic turesque island, the news was re ceived by me with the feverish an ticipation and burning curiosity of a tourist. Don't get me wrong. I am an SVD missionary priest myself — though somewhat fresh from the seminary grind and still quite wet behind the ears. Whence all this overflowing enthusiasm? Don't ask me. If you were a newcomer your self and you were asked to keep your bishop company — well, prob ably, you'd know all the answers. Let's start from there. We started from Ndona, the Bishop's residence, on a misty morntions to the remaining members of his household. We presented a colorful, interesting spectacle up in the second story, scrambling for coveted space atop a rich conglo meration of bundles and baskets and boxes. I succeeded in getting me a wicker basket full of vege tables for a loge seat, and I perched on it, waxing the huge smile of a bum who has triumphantly emerged from a free-for-all. Monsignor sur veyed the truck and its cargo. Above the din, he said something inau dible. Beg your pardon. Monsignor, I asked, and he replied... Is every thing all right? ... it was solicitous. 1 nodded. . . Good, he remarked and climbed to his seat beside the driver. Then the engine burred. . . carbon monoxide fumigated the air. . . smoke enveloped men and cargo for a brief moment. . . from a dis tance a man was shouting in shrill notes. . . "kampong" people on their way to market ogled at truck and cargo with a wonderment that can only be described mentally. One desperate, goodbye kick from Old Faithful, a shrug and bang, and off she went zigzagging down the muddy dirt road that was to be the death of us all. Poma, I was told was our des ing at almost perpendicular inclines that would scare any engineer newly emancipated from college. The first miles of the journey were relatively pleasant. . no one appeared to be seriously minding the road. From my wicker basket tower, the scenery that lent its charm to me was one from a pic ture book. It was one unadulter ated by skyscrapers skyline: there was Ende Island across the bay, stone-gray, majestic. . . floating on a deep-blue, angry sea. . . a manof-war steeped with a rich history. The coconut palms hanging and salaaming above us swayed to and fro in perfect unison, dancing to the fierce melodies of a Western mon soon .. . their evergreen headdresses rustling, tunefully, like dainty swish ing frocks on a gay, summer eve ning. The sweet symphony of sounds tortured the poet of a lost childhood. . . the washing of surf on the shore... the whispering palms... the crunching of gravel under the wheels. . . the plaintive choooochooooii of a warbler somewhere among the trees. . . a nostalgic quietness, a nameless longing seeped in and gripped you... the beauty one was capable of seeing (Turn to next page) JANUARY, 1957 Page 5 saddened you as one came face to face with Nature in the raw. . . pure prayer ascending to Him as one remembered Kilmer's. . . "poems are made by fools like me, but only God can make a tree." Cccrrrruunnchchch. Old Faithful grated, then stopped short without ceremony. The man on my left jacknifed at the impact. The sudden jolt took the wind out of me and, alas, shook my reverie to pieces. I jumped down along with the others — to investigate. Two meters farther away was a stream that was swelled by mountain brooks. Not deep, two or three feet. But the bottom was stony. The ground, loose. We removed the fan-belt to prevent water from spraying the distributor. Then we cut into the river. Water entered the truck. The cardan struck a big stone and re mained there. The sullen driver tried to bring Old Faithiul up the bank but the wheels only churned the water. No grip. Broken ejacula tions filled the air . . . a battle of saliva ensued. A chronic clown quipped: Who is Who in midstream — that is the $64 dollar question. Someone laughed his sides out, an other gruntled. Monsignor took the driver's seat and ordered all hands to push the Ford while he, himself, steadied her to high ground. No more breath was wasted. Every body lent a hand. Satu, dua, tigaa!! (one, two, three) Old Faithful burred like a freezing denizen. Again. Satu, dua, tigaaa!!! Keep smiling, I whispered in a conspira torial tone to the man at my right. I have here an affidavit assuring us that guardian angels are standing by. He snickered, his eyebrows went up. Satu, dua, tigaaa!!! His Excellency pressed on the starter. . . coaxed the steering wheel to posi tion and up. up., up went Old Faithful. People from a nearby "kampong" saw the Bishop inside the truck. They broke into smiles. Some whooped like Apaches and swarmed around Old Faithful where we were drying her. It took the better half of an hour to rescue her from a prolonged bath. Once abroad again, spirits seemed more buoyant. Ten miles up the road, we were swallowed by the woods. Coming out finally, we found ourselves looking at roll ing hills. Farther away in the east, giant mountains stretched, their un imaginable grandeur rising out of the plains. On our left, the Keo volcano emerged high, sharp and rugged against a lonely sky, smoke trailing towards the heavens as often seen in watercolor landscapes. His Excellency pointed the volcano to me as we rounded a bend. Father, do you see that volcano? That at least, is one item the com munists cannot claim to duplicate. I looked at Monsignor, then at the volcano. They dare not. Monsignor, I bantered. His Excellency smiled back and nodded — his eyes doing an elfin dance. Desultory talk. . . punctuated now and then with stac cato laughters. . . the man on my right, wearing denim pants was whistling "St. Louis Blues". Good heavens, where in tarnation did he pick up that tune — not in this neck of the woods! As we rolled along, people by the roadside, more often than not, recognized Monsignor and always, they gave him a sweeping bow. Most of them knelt, making the sign of the cross. Young and old, women and children. . . walking or astride a horse... his Christians knew him and they knelt down in awesome reverence and respect and love. His Excellency inclined his head to them in fatherly greeting and raised his hand in blessing. We passed lots of children — many of them looking sickly, undernourished. They were dressed in a manner that makes one conclude they are min iature facsimiles of old father Adam and old mother Eve. They would stop their games whenever they saw the truck coming. And when they spotted His Excellency, they flew into dizzy delights, shouting their greetings: Bapak Uskup! Bapak Uskup! (Father Bishop! Father Bishop!) You'd think His Excellency was some Royalty visiting poor re latives ... or a playmate of theirs gone truant, purposely absenting himself from play. They looked so, so infinitely precious in their arti culate display of pure devotion. Ah life, how sweet is thy morning! Whenever we came to children groups, I always prayed that the Bishop would not have the mind and the mood to stop. You see, I had been told by people that His Excellency has the bad habit of extending a three-hour trip to a five-hour one, that is when he, himself, goes a-driving in his jeep. He would stop at every inhabited place along the line to converse with village folks, Christians and pagans alike — on subjects even more trite than the weather. . . or he would assume the role of exa mining board by taking to task the school children on their subjects, TWO Stars are bottom-views of stalactites clinging to your sky (like needle-points in my brain) taciturn above the nocturnal conccrf of frogs 1 Unlike rainclouds showering applause to stoic roofs of a city gowned by sleep. VFrts it yesterday? Last June? (My fingers were once breeze through your perfumed hair... once trembling twanged to color contours of your cheeks) Yet ivho cares for tenses... or tears? Our hearts were metronomes beating time to animate a lump of flesh. by Alfredo A mores cajoling them, rewarding them with religious pictures... or would give a housewife bound for the market a lift in his jeep. On this trip, I was awfully glad because Monsig nor "behaved" and caused us no unnecessary delays. I always breathed a sigh of relief when the truck slowed down and he only waved his hand vigorously to them, his children. Loud resounding cheers went up... these kids, they re minded one of the bobby-soxers, the bleacher-teenagers back home who shout themselves hoarse rahrahing for their basketball or foot ball idols. Children will be the same everywhere. With the hand of their Father Bishop poised in the air, their cheers were loud and solid, reverberating on the mountainsides, until Old Faithful, Father Bishop and cargo moved to a definite past tenso. Two hours of pilgrim's progress. .. the sun staring down on us with merciless complacency. Old Faithful puffed... snorted as it kept up a perpetual jig, up now, down now, up now, down now till traffic came to an abrupt stop once more. A huge waringin tree, uprooted by Page 6 THE CAROLINIAN POEMS 2. Si^npoili Rose stems rotting in a flower vase are signposts for heart dew-fresh as unsummer’d blades of grass for it can neither decipher hieroglyphics of a smile nor interpolate obscure mantissas of the eye (not till it can define sharp points of tangency where eyes meet sun and heart meets loneli ness). Feeling sheer sharpness of rose thorns retires to some pink cathedral of a dream where vapor trails of a smile wisp about its spires. But wake up brother! Dreams in the harsh impoliteness of reality are tinsels and cotton-snows on a month-old Christmas tree. by Alfredo Amores strong winds and torrential rains, draped itself shamelessly ahead on the road. It meant just one word: Detour. We took one look at it then decided to defy conventional driv ing rules. We cut through the woods, all heads "lo, in adoration falling". Branches broke, brittle twigs snapped. We felt like the American pioneers of old, blazing a new trail — only, ours was a much more abbreviated one. In less than five minutes, we were on the right road again. The only casualty was a torn shirtsleeves. A little farther up the mountainside, we spotted herds and herds of fat cattle. The man who had entertained me hours before with his "St. Louis Blues" solo started off with “Home on the Range" in a lilting tempo. At this time, Monsignor called my distract ed attention to the grazing herds. Those are ours, Father, he said. There must be 150 of them. We are now approaching Toda-Belu. Why, of course, I had already heard vo luminous stories about the place from other Fathers. Toda-Belu. My blood stirred lazily from its sleep. I flexed my limbs. This now is the place I have especially longed to see for myself. I had been in formed that it is the sand-table ex hibit of His Excellency. All drowsi ness vanished. Everyone came to life. We were on a mountain ledge more than three thousand feet above sea level. The air was soothingly cool and invigorating — there was an exquisite stillness in this God's country. Down below us, nestling in the heart of a fertile valley, was Toda-Belu; Seminary buildings, red-roofed. . . lush plan tations. . . peaceful pastures smiling under the serene skies. Farming this land of little water would have been impossible without the care ful planning and community coope ration and technical skill of the Brothers and Fathers. Fearing no task, they had created a fertile pa radise in a region other men thought God had forsaken. Here was a dream community in a dream gar den. About three miles before we reached the Seminary compounds, at the outskirts of the wide, corn and coffee plantations, another ob stacle presented a trying ordeal. A farmhand had volunteered to us the information that there was a ford our Ford would not be able to cross. The mud, he commented, was deep. We would surely get stuck if we attempted a crossing. Period. Monsignor caught sight ol a John Deere tractor ploughing its way at a nearby field some eighty yards away. He signalled the driver who limbered down immediately from the machine and came to where we were. I recognized him for one of the Brothers... his khaki shirt soaked in perspiration, his blonde hair gleamed in the sun. Except for the reverent kneeling down to kiss the Bishop's ring, the former hailed the latter in the style of one who remembered well a fox hole "buddy". It was the most in timate stunt only a Brother and his Bishop can put up impromptu on an outdoor stage, nature providing a true locale. The three of us joined in consultation concerning Old Faithful. . . get some ropes, sug gested the Brother... those stout vines will do, he pointed to some coiled around the trunks of trees. Well, he remarked, you're going to Henry Ford’s funeral today if John Deere does not cooperate and run true to form. His eyes glinted in mischief. His Excellency chuckled. I grinned, congratulating John Deere mentally. We hurriedly repaired back to the place where we left the Ford. The Bishop climbed the driver's seat for the third time that day. Brother backed the tractor to the ford and vines were tied to the Ford's bumper. Deere was at the fore and the Ford at the rear. Tension was great as Deere strained at the taut vines. Monsignor steadied the Ford — his deft hands on the steer. Old Faithful felt abused. She coughed strenuously, provoked at Deere's audacity and persistent bul lying and pulling. After long, tor tuous minutes however, she began to kick dirt and mud until she finally chugged to the embankment on the other sid^,. close to the trail of Deere. Once there, we hastened into the frantic business of repair ing her make-up, reassembling her hurt dignity and pride. .. restoring her bearings and our wind. Within a quarter of an hour, we entered the Seminary compounds — trim lawns, immaculate white houses. . . vegetable and flower gardens. . the place was simply bustling with activity. So, this was Toda-Belu! Here we took time out for rest, to refresh ourselves, stretch the limbs. It was no stop-over for His Excel lency. in the real sense of the word. As soon as people got wind of his presence, they fell over each other in their eagerness to have a few words with him. Fathers, Brothers — a medley ol them. Two, tall im portant-looking Fathers approached him on problems concerning admi nistration. By their serious mien and tenor, their problems must have been urgent with a capital U . . . . a long-bearded one holding what ap peared like parchment dropped by.. . would His Excellency please take a look at the blueprint of the building that would soon go up and kindly, give specifications as to ma terials and procurement? An old pleasant nun ambled towards Mon signor. Hers was the feminine ap proach . . . Has Monsignor had cof fee ... why. Monsignor was looking fine!. . . how about those badlyneeded medicines His Excellency promised. Between gulps of hot, black coffee, I watched the Mon signor with the intensity of one who had had the aspirations for an ex alted position such as his. (you up start, I ridiculed I) I marvelled at his poise... his coolness. I felt so rundown, it irked me somewhat. Made mental note to suggest to him later that, maybe, it would be best if he would bring along next time a tape recorder to register all the wails and woes of his flock. While he went on dispensing with advice and suggestions and solutions and smiles, an old-timer on whose white head perched gingerly a cute, straw (Turn tv next page) JANUARY, 1957 Page 7 A Village Church in Flores. Indonesia, nestling among lush forests and underbrush. hat, jaywalked through the crowd to me. Hi, there! he sang by way of greeting, then commenced into a bubbling one-sided conversation. . . rattled through the statistics ol TodaBelu and went on to dissect the place and its organs the way an m.d. would a minor surgery — an m.d. who has given the best thirty years ol his life to Surgery and man kind. Learned that thirty years ago, Toda-Belu was a wilderness. . . that before the Faith had reached those parts, tribal wars was the order for generations and generations. Now, the valley was completely transformed into a life-giving, pro ductive land. The Seminary has 250 students . 500 more in the other middle schools. The Vicariate owns 630 acres: 270 make up the Semi nary compounds and 360 acres are farmed by the Brothers and Indone sian helpers trained by them. They use four tractors. The Seminary is self-sufficient due to this big-scale farming. Most of the farm equip ment are of American brands. Ten thousand hoes and spades had been distributed by the Vicariate to native small-time farmers to sub stitute sharpened poles as farm equipment. Diversification of crops is no new practice in this place. . . corn is the chief product, big, big ears. There is no irrigation system in Toda-Belu. However, forty to sixty inches of rainfall annually make up for the lack of it. Well, I said to the oldtimer, farming here may not be carried in as nearly big a scale as in the Great Plains, but if one considers the fact that here in Flores anyone can become a mountain or volcano magnate overnight, what has been accom plished is an agricultural miracle. Coffee., more black coffee... no, thanks, really have to go... we're still a long way to Poma. We took leave of the place and climbed Old Faithful, settled back on my wicker basket loge seat. I glanced back on time to see three people shaking their heads dolefully... maybe, they felt they had been robbed of the opportunity of an "audience".. . tsk . .. tsk .. . tsk. The sun shot forth its last glorious rays as forewarning of the twilight that was almost descending upon us. Poma was still far off. True, we were all refreshed, yet we nursed some misgivings. It peeved me to purgatory, therefore, when having covered only some miles. Old Faith iul chortled in indecision then stop ped with a terrible finality. Mon signor stepped down from behind the wheel immediately to get a look at the engine. Light was waning fast. His Excellency rolled his sleeves as we crowded near him. He peeked at the engine. Seconds, minutes ticked away, and at every tick I grew obssessed with the fear that the damage might be so that it would come to a point where Monsignor might disrobe himself and go under the truck to survey on his back the Ford's complex "victuals". Oh, he is so known for his unorthodox way of doing things at times; his simplicity is written all over his lace. Moments passed, then he straightened. Fuel pump is empty, he said. The membrane is torn. That sounded so much Greek to me. My companions and I ex changed worried looks. The bladder of a pig will do, he continued in a matter-of-fact tone. Somebody took the cue and started for the bush. Before I could even repeat Jack Ro binson twenty times, the man was back carrying a small wild pig which had met death from a welldirected stone. His Excellency and two officious-looking assistants un dertook the repair job. Feeling ut terly useless and eclipsed, I hunched by the roadside. .. smitten. .. mor tified... fingering the pages of my Breviary. I let my conscience ride me. .. give me a sound beating. Look, wise guy, if you had guts enough you should be able to tell a clutch from a spark plug. Watch your Bishop doing the dirty work for you.. . you feel like a saturated tourist, don't you? I stole a glance at the Bishop who was bent in deep concentration on his job under the hood, a dark oily smudge gracing his right cheek. My littleness smart ed me.. . stifled me. I got up, inched my way to his side. His head came up from his work and he smiled. Don't you worry, came his quick reassurance. We'll get to Poma yet. I wanted to say I wanted to help. 1 opened my trap, thought twice, then closed them slowly. I kicked a piece of stone and it went hurtling down the pre cipice. Ignoramus. Incomplete fool, I addressed myself... wiped my beady perspiration then fumbled for my rosary. I needed company. Thundering hoofbeats broke the stillness of the late afternoon. As we looked in the direction ol the riders, horsemen in tired, sinking horses hailed us. They relayed the information to Monsignor that the whole village had been waiting for their Bapak Uskup since that morn ing. Fortunately, a man passing their "kampong" had informed them that he had seen the truck of Mon signor break down in the middle of the road. Whereupon, they were ordered by the village elders to bring horses to Bapak Uskup. He was in great need of them. They did not waste time to communicate to their Father Bishop they were awaiting him. They must love him very much, I mused, hugging the thought like a new precious pos session. We grabbed our few per sonal belongings, mounted the steeds, Monsignor taking everything in his stride like a veteran polo player whose pro-playing years were showing off to advantage... then we cantered in the direction of Poma. We left the clearly re(Continneil on page 11) Page 8 THE CAROLINIAN Sko^ti Stout INTRUDER a straight nose, wavy black hair and a pair ol dimples that appeared at the slightest hint of a smile. This wide-eyed, tall and husky Apollo had on a dirty white T-shirt and blue denim pants which were just about as dirty as his shirt. The night was cold but endless beads of sweat streamed down his neck and soaked his shirt. His im patience mounted. He took another long gulp at the beer and lit a crooked cigarette.., He took three full drags at it, then he stamped it out. The beer, cold as it was, tasted flat in his mouth and the cigarette only made it worse. He wiped his sweatsoaked (ace with the back of his hand and unconsciously started to bite it until the pain forced him to stop. He held the aching hand be fore his eyes and after feeling a warm trickle from the part he bit. by CAESAR V. VILLA I HE MAID opened the kitchen service door in response to a knock ing, but before she could find out who was there, a fist rammed against her jaw and she fell asleep. The attacker tied her and proceeded to the sala. In the darkness that engulfed him, he surveyed the room. Pres ently, he had a better view of his surroundings. He found, to his sat isfaction that he was in the right place. The sala was a five-by-five affair, not too lavish in decoration, but even in the darkness he could see that the owner, Mr. Roa, was a man of exquisite taste. The diner was about one half the size of the sala. He made straight for the kitchen. He grimaced as he looked at the maid, gagged and hogtied, squirm ing to break loose. There, he saw a neat perfection stove and a refri gerator. He opened the latter, but seeing nothing that interested him. settled for a beer. He pried the cork off and brought the foaming bottle to the sala. He picked the most comfortable upholstered chair in the sala set and dragged it to the diner, placing it in such a position that when he sat on it, he faced the front door with the dining table to his right. He took the half-cocked automatic forty-five from under his belt and placed it on the table where he could reach it at a moment's notice. Then, he gulped the beer. Wilfredo Russel, appeared lo be relaxed and at home but a long stare at his boyish and sensitive face revealed uneasiness and im patience. He just sat there, his hatefilled eyes staring blankly into the darkness. Willie was the type bobby-soxers considered as a Tony Curtis or a Rock Hudson or some thing of the sort. He appeared to be four or five years younger than his twenty-five. He had fair skin. concluded that he had cut lus hand. A litany of low curses escaped his lips. He glanced at his watch. It was exactly ten-forty in the evening when .... the door before him opened. "Grace Kelly was just great, wasn't she. Pa? I wish she'd appear in another picture, she's just superb!" commented Andres Roa, Jr. "She can't appear in pictures anymore," remarked Andy Roa. "But why9" asked Junior. "Because she's now the princess of Monaco, that's why," said Mr. Roa, playfully messing the hair of his eight-year old son. "But why can't a princess be a movie star?" "You'll find out when you grow older. Now go to bed." "Anybody care for a sandwich? I’m hungry,” complained Mrs. Roa, simultaneously switching on the light. (Turn to xc.rt paye) JANUARY, 1957 Page 9 The lights flickered, then blazed on. They saw him. He was right there in front of them, lounging in a chair with a cynical smile on his face and the gun in his hand. It was a moment of tenseness ... as though something snapped .. . and all the little family could do was stare at this intruder inquiringly and fearfully. Obviously, they knew the man. "Hello, folks!" greeted Willie, the smile still on his lips but the hatred even more permanent in his eyes. “Well, don't just stand there. Say something! Something like 'How are you or how do you feel!'" he yelled. "Willie, I've paid for what I did. What more do you want?" blurted Andres nervously. “Oh-h-h- I sentence you to two years and one day in the State Prison for homicide through reckless imprudence.' That's cute. But that ain't enough, hear me?" shouted Willie. Willie got up, walked slowly to wards Andres, held his collar and whispered. "It was my son you ran over with your flashy new car, old boy, and the punishment you got just wasn't enough. You owe ^=4ntf Otk ct Suggestion? The suggestion that the professors in this University use more humor in their ways of teaching is meeting favorable response from the cracker-barrel students. The mortality rate of studes dropping asleep during lectures is great and the teachers should liven things up a bit. Very recently, for instance, when a felon had a happy meeting with Morpheus, we were saddened to see that the professor wanted him wakened. It was unjust for the professor to order someone to shake the napping culprit since it was he who placed sleepyhead in such a comfortable position in the first place. From Escober’s “Monkey Wrench" me a life, Andres, and you're go ing to pay for it with somebody's life. Or yours." He hit Andres' jaw with the barrel of the automatic. There was a dull thud as Andres slumped on the floor and a simultaneous scream came from Mrs. Antonia Roa. She rushed to her husband's side and wiped the blood from his mouth. He was unconscious. While suppressed sobs filled the room, Willie walked slowly to his chair and lit a cigarette. He looked at the three. Andres lay on the floor with the boy embracing his prostrate body, sobbing. "You beast! You filthy mur derer!" said Mrs. Roa. "Don't say that, Ma'am, because I haven't murdered anybody. Not yet, that is," Willie answered, the smile still on his lips. "If you ever touch Andy again, so help me because that gun isn't going to keep me away from you! I'll kill you!" Mrs. Roa glared at him with tears in her eyes. "I shouldn't worry about your husband if I were you, Ma'am. That's about all I'm going to do to him," he said. "If he behaves." Andres regained consciousness. Aided by his wife, he got up. His left cheek was swollen from the blow and his mouth was still bleed ing. He got out a handkerchief and put it over his mouth. "As I said, Andres, you owe me a life," he paused to puff at his ci garette, then stamped it out." I think, Junior should start praying now because he's just as good as dead," he said. The effect was slow. Then the Roas looked at each other, realiz ing what was coming, grabbed the boy and shielded him instinctively with their bodies, crying unashamed ly like children. Then Andres calmed down and got up. "It is true, Willie, I owe you a life. I was responsible for the death of your son. If it's a life for a life, then it shall be my own life you're going to take. Besides, what has my little boy ever done to hurt you that you should ask his blood? Please, 1 beg of you," he knelt before Willie. "Take my life but not my little boy's!—" "No! No!" shouted Mrs. Roa. "Please, for having accidentally killed your son, we have suffered enough already. Please, please, Mr. Russel, if you go now, we'll just forget about the whole thing." The unmoved Willie only stared at them. Then, he said, "It's too late. I've made up my mind. I will kill your son. . . definitely." Knowing the situation to be hope less, Andres ran to the phone and desperately began to call the ope rator. Central didn't seem to an swer so he clicked the phone re peatedly. He heard Willie laughed. He turned to Willie inquiringly. Yes, Willie cut the wires. He rushed to the door but again Willie cut him short with a smashing straight right to the mouth and he fell to the floor. Andres Roa would be needing false teeth from that moment on. Mrs. Roa didn't rush to help her husband this time because she knew her husband was in no particular danger anymore but she clung to the boy. "Mr. Russel, where is your sense of decency? Where is your con science? You're a brute, you're no better than an animal! Yes, an animal! And what's worse, you haven't got a heart! You'll never get away with this. You'll hang! Yes, I'll see you hang!" She scream ed then burst into an agonized cry. "Ma'am, do you think I enjoy killing your son? Sure it's easy for you to say 'forget it.. . let bygones be bygones!' Yes, easy ... for you. But do you know how it feels to live without a heart? When my son died, I buried my heart with him. But now, there you are condemning me lor not having one. Is it my fault? Tell me, is it my fault that I lost my heart?". Willie shouted at the top of his lungs, then continued calmly, "you know why I want to take your son? I want you to feel the misery that I'm feeling, the feel ing that it's easier to die than live without a heart. So, stand aside or you'll get hurt!" he commanded. Mrs. Roa clung to the boy des perately. She placed her body in such a position that it shielded the boy from Willie's gun. Both mother and son raked the room with sobs. She knew Willie meant everything he said but still she clung to him. Realizing that Mrs. Roa had no intention of parting with her son easily, Willie grabbed her by the hair and flung her away. Both mother and son sailed and landed in such a way that Mrs. Roa's head Page 10 THE CAROLINIAN bumped against the wall. She fell t senseless to the sofa with the boy | still in her embrace. Willie got the | boy out of it and put him in the | center of the sala while he withdrew j to his seat. He sat there staring at the boy. Junior laced him squarely. He stifled any sob or tear that attempted to escape. Junior wanted to be a man and he decided that this was as good a time as any. He stared at Willie not pleadingly but with brav ery and defiance and courage. He showed no fear. He put his hands on his hips and said, "Go ahead." This amazed Willie. Then he began to wonder if he really wanted the boy dead. His son would be just about Junior's age if he had lived and he would have wanted him to be like Junior now. Nevertheless, he pulled the hammer of the gun from the halfcocked position to full. Slowly, he raised the gun and took aim. The sights were now leveled and he knew that what mattered now was that little squeeze on the trigger. He knew that the little squeeze would send a bullet plumetting into the boy's belly. He summoned all his strength for that little squeeze, but his finger wouldn't move. He then realized that he couldn't kill this little Mr. Defiance. He lowered the gun, placed the hammer to half cocked, and placed it back under his belt. "I guess you get me beat, kid," he sighed. He took the half-filled bottle of beer and downed it all. Then he looked at the boy again, still glued to the spot. "Well, what are you staring at? G'wan, get lost". Willie said, and the kid ran to help his parents. [ "Willie," someone called out as ' he was just about to leave. He I stopped in his tracks, hesitated and < turned. Then their eyes met. i "You! What are you doing here? Where have you been hiding?" he asked. "Oh, I followed you and hid in the bedroom when you went to i the kitchen. Willie, I'm glad you're ; not a murderer. I'm so glad. Be- j sides, you couldn't kill anybody with that gun. I emptied it before you left the house!" * "Women, women, when will I ever learn to understand your spe- ■ cies," Willie sighed, "and since when did you start following me ■ around?" "I'm your wife, am I not? And I got a right to know where my husband is going and what he's . doing. Aw, let's go home." fl | Three Heroes and A Story (Continued from- page S) sentful Old Faithful with the guilty feeling of "deserters". Our grand entry into Poma had all the drama and fanfare that simple folks can alone concoct for the beloved. The only missing touch was a brass band. But that even was fairly made up for by the wonderful singing and rhythmic thumping each one seemed to be so expert in. The evening was still young when we broke into camp. The whole village was reception committee headed by the Missionary who stood in a cleanly swept clear ing .. . expectant. Bapak Uskup! Bapak Uskup sudah datang!! (Father Bishop has come!) the litany was endless. The Missionary, elbowed and surrounded by a "mobby" crowd of people who were so elo quent, they were all talking ani matedly at the same time in their native tongue, fell on his knees in reverential greeting to his Superior. Above the hustle and the bustle.. the jostling... the foul, unwhole some smell of sweating bodies. . . the sore scurrying... the mad fight ing for grandstand seats near His Excellency, all three: Monsignor, the Missionary and my dust-laden self experienced a warm and deep kin ship that only brothers in a religious community can feel. Close to midnight, after hearth fires had burned low, the three of us retired. . . grimy, exhausted. On the morrow another drama was forthcoming. I was up at 5:00 o'clock the following morning, washed myself hurriedly and hied me to a dilapidated structure which is a strange, incongrous definition of a church. I wanted to hear con fessions, only to find that my Bishop had beat me to it again. Half an hour ago, 1 was told, he had entered the improvised confessional — a tin box set by the wall. Now the b-line was five meters long. Solemn ceremonies started promptly at seven. Even here in Flores, Time can be a dictator. When His Excellency walked down the aisle to the thundering rendition ol the impressive Ecce Sacerdos, ten altar boys in full regalia as regal as their Father they were ushering, all eyes flew to Bapak Uskup. Ecce Sacerdos shook the rafters as school children sang spiritedly from me mory, each note precise and pure and sweet. Their lilting hearts, their surprisingly wonderful talent for music showed beneath the seams — a gift that compensates for a lot of things they miss and which ci vilized society takes excessive pride in. During sermon time, the motley congregation was attention person ified. One could hear a pin drop. . . their quietness was breathless, punctuated only sometimes by mis chievous giggles from sprightly, dark-skinned cherubs who could not detach their wondering, caress ing eyes from Monsignor's golden Crozier. Among the Catholic aud ience were elderly pagans. . . why, they would not for the life of them miss the pengadjaran (sermon) of Father Bishop. . . they sat not sto lidly, listening with the intensity and seriousness and rapt attention of the child learner. Mass finished, con firmation was administered to child ren and adults alike. That, indeed, was a most beautiful spectacle in side the house of the Lord. Some 500 souls were made stronger knights of Christ. Many of them were children of pagans who gave the impression that they got more kick out of the solemn rite than most Christian parents get. Festivities followed the rites — that was the "adat" in all the vil lages: pigs and "kerbaus" (water buffalos) were slaughtered for the gala occasion. His Excellency was lavished upon with gifts that ran from horses to gaily colored, handwoven fabrics. The blessed cherubs made a show to their Father Bishop of their graceful, supple bodies in several dance rhythms. Our loud applause after their dance never failed to evoke big, wide smiles. A nod of approval, a complimentary word from Monsignor was a rare gem to them. The angels! On the other hand. Father Bishop interpreted to them, not in vague terms, the essence of the word LOVE. I came to realize during that trip with him that it is this powerful force that makes the Monsignor more than a name — more than an ecclesiastical figure to be revered by those whose lives he has touch ed. He possesses the capacity of looking deeply into the human heart and, of understanding fully, with infinite sympathy, what he sees therein. His everyday way of liv ing, his inexhaustible patience and kindness — his habit of dumping Charity into everybody's lap, re gardless of color and creed: this is (Continued on page lit) JANUARY, 1957 Page 11 An Explanation of the Sonnet of Gerard Manley Hopkins . . . How these two shame this shallow and frail town! How ring right out our sordid turbid time, Being pure! In THESE verses Hopkins states as explicitly as any poet possibly can without being stuffily moralistic the theme of his sonnet. The sea and the skylark — inanimate and ani mate - irrational creatures — be cause they are pure, retain the cheer and charm that men, "life's pride and cared-for crown," have lost because they are no longer pure. The adjective pure cannot be ap plied to the sea and the skylark in its usual moral meaning of in nocent and chaste. Obviously the word is used here more in the scriptural sense of simple. The sea and the skylark are said to be simple in so far as they always fulfil the sole purpose of their ex istence — to glorify God by their necessary obedience to the laws of nature and nature's God. Man alone of all the visible creation is no longer simple because the aim of his life is simple no longer. Sin has clouded his vision of life and its purpose and made him diso bedient to God. As a result he has lost "the cheer and charm of earth's past prime", both the grace of God which made man's soul a lovely paradise and the earthly paradise in which he lived and which sym bolized the paradise within his soul. When grace was lost man was cursed and the earth together with him. To man when he had sinned God said: "Dust thou art and unto dust thou shalt return." In this curse even the handiwork of man must share. Our make and making break, are breaking, down To man’s last dust, drain fast towards man’s first slime. In these two lines the history not only of each individual man but of the entire human race is succinct ly told. However, the poem need not be read principally on this spiritual plane. A clue to another interpre tation is contained in these lines from a letter of Hopkins. My Liverpool and Glasgow experience laid upon my mind a conviction, a truly crushing conviction, of the misery of the poor, in general of the degradation even of the race, of the hollowness of this century’s civilization. In this interpretation the poet would contrast "the cheer and charm" as exemplified in the sea and the sky lark with the drabness, misery and utter joylessness of the poor in "this shallow and frail town." (Shallow, because the only concern of its inhabitants would seem to be for what is earthly and material, and frail, because like all the other works of man's hands it is fast "breaking down to man's last dust, draining fast towards man’s first slime.") But Hopkins was never able, as a priest, to view any phe nomenon of nature merely in terms of nature. Everything in nature was for him both a revelation and a constant reminder of deep spiritual truths. In his poetry the two are always intertwined, and that is the case here. The very structure of the sonnet emphasizes this fact. Thought-wise the poem is divided into two major sections, each of which is subdivided again into two equal parts. Two quatrains form the first major section, and two ter cets the second. In each of the quatrains the poet describes one element at the double experience that gave rise to the profound re flection contained in the two ter cets. Almost perfect balance is ob tained by making the first tercet correspond to the first quatrain and the second tercet to the second quatrain. And the entire sonnet is still more neatly tied together by the artistic use of two poetic tech nical devices. The poem begins and ends on a variation of the same idea. Thus the words of the first (l)John Pick. A Hopkins Reader (New York and London: Oxford University Tress. 1K3). line "too old to end," in one of their associated meaning, carry the mind back to the day of creation since the two noises thus described have been going on ever since "the tuneful voice was heard from high" and will continue until "Music shall untune the sky." The final line of the sonnet returns to the day of creation in the words "drain fast to wards man's first slime." The second technical device em ployed to bind the sonnet together into a perfect unity is the recurrence in every section of one or another variation of the sea-image. Thus in the first quatrain the sea is men tioned explicitly; in the second, the image used to describe the flight Q/u> SEA and song of the lark is taken from fishing — the rod and reel of the fisherman; in the first tercet the town is said to be "shallow" and "frail" in contrast to the deep and sturdy sea; our time is called "sordid" and "turbid" while the sea is "pure;" in the final tercet the words "break" and "drain fast to wards man's first slime" are connotative of the sea. The word "break" recalls "ramps" of the first quatrain, while drain.... to wards... slime" makes all life — whether of individuals or of the race as such — streams draining towards or into some vast primordial sea of slime. The experience that called forth the poet's deeply spiritual reflec tions is common enough but one that few of us could express half so exquisitely as Hopkins has done. While strolling along the sea-shore, the poet is suddenly aware that "on ear and ear two noises too old to end trench," that is, cut their way or penetrate to his inner conscious ness. That he is actually strolling along the shore and not standing gazing out to sea is obvious from the fine phrase "on ear and ear," which is further explained in the lines that follow. To the right ear, principally, comes the sound of the Page 12 THE CAROLINIAN sea; to the left, the glad music of the lark. But both sounds cut to his inner consciousness simultan eously, as if communicated along a single trench. And only gradually do the sounds penetrate to the in ner ear. They are noises that en trench themselves, dig their way into the ear. The paradox of "too old to end" is striking. One would naturally expect old things to end but the poet here is emphasizing the everabiding freshness of these familiar sounds. Hopkins probably derived the metaphor implied in the verb "ramps" from the field of heraldry. The sea is likened to a beast ram pant, rearing up on its hind-legs AND THE SKYLARK by Fr. John Vogelgesang, S.V.D. with its forelegs extended—a very apt illustration of the ebb and flow of the tide clawing away at the shore-line. The description of the tide in the third line of the first quatrain is very picturesque. Two senses are appealed to — the sense of sight in the words "with a flood or a fall," and the sense of hear ing in the words "low lull-off or all roar," another example of Hop kins' attention to accuracy of detail. In the last line the reference to the scientific explanation of the cause of the tides — the influence of the moon — is not a vain display of knowledge on Hopkins' part. The line is functional. It prepares for the second quatrain in which the reader's attention will be directed away from the earth to the sky into which the lark ascends singing. While the reader's attention is momentarily fixed on the moon and the sky, Hopkins quickly brings it back to earth so that the entire length of the lark's melodious flight might be followed. This is effected by the abrupt transition from the calm "while moon shall wear and wend," to the rapid, jerky "left hand, off land, I hear the lark as cend." The flight is so rapid that it is heard not seen. We follow the bird in its entire flight from the earth to the blue depths of the sky. The image used to describe the bird's song is, on Hopkins' own testimony, rather difficult, not be cause it is so vague but because it is so rich. He pictures the bird's glad song stringing out like a fish erman plays out his line on a reel. The swooping and soaring of the bird, to the accompaniment of re current song, is like the casting, rewinding and casting again of the line. Or the song is like a silken skein at the end of which the songs ter sinks and swells. In its swift flight, dipping and soaring, the bird bursts forth in song, is silent again, and again pours forth a flood of melody or, as Shelley says, "sing ing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest." And like gentle rain the music of its song pours down and pelts the earth "until there is none to spill or spend, "—Shelley's" showers a rain of melody. While Hopkins' description of the lark and its melodious flight thus recalls cer tain passages of Shelley's ode "To A Skylark," it seems to me Hop kins gives a better and more vivid impression of the rash, impetuous flight of the bird and its almost uncontrollable joyous song. The transition to the sestet and its serious reflections is artistically effected by a complete change of pitch. In the final line of the second quatrain "till none's to spill and spend" we are left high in the heav en with the singing lark. Abruptly we are brought back to earth in the first line of the sestet with its low pitch and harsh sound achieved by the alliteration of the letter 's' at the beginning of the words "shame" and "shallow." These two the sea and the skylark — ring right out — boldly and openly proclaim, an nounce, but also sound the knell of — our sordid turbid time. The contrast between the bright clear joyousness and charm of the sea and the skylark, and the drab, dis mal squalor and cheerlessness of "this shallow and frail town" is very effective. But the squalor and the misery are of man's making. He who is the pride of life, the crown of all visible creatures — the crown God has cared for with tender and fatherly solicitude, — has lost the cheer and charm that once charac terized the whole of creation and is now retained only by the lower creatures, the inanimate and the animate-irrational. And why has man lost this cheer and charm? Be cause he has turned his gaze away from heaven, God's home and his, to concern himself with what is earthly and material. It seems to me that Hopkins sets "this shallow and frail town" against the depth and power of the sea. The city is man's citadel, a symbol of his strength (and of his weak ness, too), but the sea, as it ramps against the shore is breaking down that city into dust. And the joyous carefree lark is opposed to the mi sery and cheerlessness of man. And man must be unhappy and miserable because he has left the heaven of God's grace and the ocean of His love. Until he returns to both he can never regain "the cheer and the charm of man's past prime." Throughout the poem there is apparent Hopkins' usual successful accommodation of pitch to sound and sense. This is evident especially in such lines as "With a flood or a fall, low lull-off or all roar" which is a description almost onomatopoetic in quality of the ebb and flow of the tide; and "Left hand, off hand, I hear the lark ascend" and the lines that depict the bird's soaring into the heavens. The pitch in these lines, while generally high, rises to a climax in "till none's to spill or spend." The first tercet again has an onomatopoetic quality as it expresses the poet's deep shame and revulsion at the hollowness of civil ization and the end towards which the shallowness of men will ulti mately lead — "drain fast towards man's first slime." The buoyancy of the octave and the disgust and revulsion of the sestet have been achieved principally by this appro priate adaptation of pitch to sense. J JANUARY, 1957 Page 13 JLettet ylXeUboutne. December 20, L9.70 Helynn, my angel. Before I extend the wishes of the day, accept the apologies from this most humble admirer of yours. Doubtless, you must have won dered why I did not write you since I left for this beautiful country, Down Under. I know what you think of my silence but you're wrong. 1 have not forgotten, you and never will. While I was in the thick of the Olympic fights, I always thought about you and pictured you rooting for me, calling my name, everytime I attempted a hook shot. I have not made passes at those beauti — I mean, girl athletes whom I suspect you are, heh, jealous of. You know I hare always been good to you. No need for you to ask me for an explanation of my extended stay here. I am very ready to explain. You see, when our team fought Chile, I was fielded at once by our coach. I teas the ‘"fair hope” of the team and I had to measure up to expectations. I was running here and there spilling- er, intercepting, passes and shoot ing the pail, I mean, the ball, for much-needed Philippine points. I was on the go all the time. Our coach had so much faith in me that he did not want me to be relieved of my yeoman job. I did not want to break that faith, Helynn. I had to stand up to if and defend it from being violated. The Chileans were a strong team. They had tricky plays and their players were a lot of smart cookies. Yet, we did not get fazed any. I carried the fight from .start to finish and was so... uh... spectacular that I gained the raves from the bleachers. Someone even went to the extent of shouting at me for a glass... I wanted to say, for my autograph, because he said he was seated far from fount- er, from the PI athletes’ dressing room. Well, I acceded to his wishes and gave him my container, that is, my autograph. The rest, of the players were very thankful to me for what I did to make the Philippines a big word in basketball. Coach Odi rumpled my hair in a gesture of affection and showered me with a lot of nice words. He even said I was like "Aquaman." Honest, Helynn darling, I was so overwhelmed by the praises that my head was in a daze. My arms were so stiff from opening the faucets... oops! from shaking hands that I could hardly stretch them the fol lowing morning. I earned a lot of nicknames aside from ‘‘Aquaman" and ‘‘Firefighter". They called me ‘‘Extinguisher" when I shaved off the lead of France and they joyfully christened me “The Flood” in our encounter with Thailand. I was a big hero in all the games we played. I was pitted against the world’s best players and the world’s best players and the world’s worst weather but I came out with flying pitchers — I should say, colors. I was the ‘‘Distributor" in our game against the US and even Bill Rusell recognized me as a potential threat to many country’s medal aspirations. They called me ‘‘Distributor" because, according to Coach Odi, I was just terrific in distributing the bottles, I mean, the ball to Loyzaga and Tolentino. Gosh, I was a whiz at the bench- rather, at the rebounds. Well, to make a very long story very short, I got it in our last game with Chile. I was running at full speed when suddenly, 1 bumped into a popcorn sei— when I got. my foot on a seat, er, when I got fouled out on a hotdog, gosh, when I sprained my ankle on my pail— er, Helynn, my angel, I hare to sign off now. Pm not feeling well. . . The Prevaricator, Tibur Page 14 THE CAROLINIAN ctyelynn't PRE-VALENTINE SHOPPING <7?arcido <=E> acur't NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTION With dabs of powder on her nose She put her feet into her shoes With flicks of lipstick on her lips She coiled a red belt 'round her hips After she had perfumed her hair She sprayed santan into the air Complete with her paraphernalia She was set for her saturnalia She snatched her bag with one clean lift And slammed the dormitory door She'd buy a nice Valentine gift For Narciso Bacur, the boor Before long she was on the street Smiling at all folks she met Pure thoughts of love entered her mind Of Narciso her thoughts were kind She went into a big bazaar Filled with toys, bracelets, candy bar But she looked elsewhere for her need Since Narciso was not a kid She entered a department store Where she saw things and things galore But due to her wandering gaze She did not know which to purchase As her cheeks now began to puff She left in a provincial huff And like all confused women shoppers She bought nothing from the shopkeepers She refused to buy a tie clip As a present she thought it cheap She didn't buy a jacket, either As a present she thought it dear In her muddled shopping spree She couldn't get the right perspective She wouldn't ask for something free She wouldn't buy something expensive She was quite tired of bargain barkers Who tried to pass off bogus "Parkers" She hated meeting sidewalk vendors Exuding indefinable strange odors Yet by all means she had to buy Something to remember her by Even if it cost only one centavo A present had to be given Narciso It came to pass that in one shop She ground her heels to a stop To her it was just the saloon For five minutes to be alone (Continued on puye 4?) T ■ R ■ I o T ★ * I cannot understand just why Whether I'm bold or I am shy Or why whatever be the case I never get to reach first base Is it because I am not handsome, Or that I am not'very rich? Are my features really so gruesome, That she should stay far from my reach? What has Tibur I haven't double What does he own I haven't more What must I go to all this trouble And still get beaten by Tibur? I have tried being diplomatic Being chivalrous and romantic But Helynn brands my every antic As the mad cap of a lunatic! I have also tried to be serious To be grave and to be delirious When I tried to be sentimental She laughed and said my case was mental I asked her once to be my date To be my pretty dancing mate Before I had opened her gate She told me I had asked too late I brought her to a restaurant To order something we both want When I asked for tutti-frutti She ordered__ brrr___spaghetti When I asked her to a concerto She dropped me like a hot potato And when I followed her to school She told me I was like a fool One time I attended a party In time to witness her arrival I was so pleased my laugh was hearty Only to find her with my rival I don't know why it is my lot To love Helynn who loves me not I don't know why I cannot win Helynn, the belle of Malingin Is my fault one of character Or because I don't look like Gable Does she detest a barrister And worships someone who can dribble? Does Tibur mean much to her life That she should want to be his wife What is the use of basketball It can't plead a case after all (Continued on pane 41) JANUARY, 1957 Page 15 UNCLE AMBO’S TRIP FIZZLES OUT Yesterday, Uncle Ambo tried to depart for Egypt where he want ed to spend his Yuletide season and meet President Nasser. He had planned to confer with General Burns of the United Nations Peace Force and to visit the Anglo-French soldiers somewhere in the Suez Ca nal zone after which he wanted to proceed to Israel and visit President Ben-Gurion. But the globe-trotting did not pan out. Not that he had any financial difficulty. Uncle Ambo has money to spend. That made us believe he would reach his destination. He is old, though. Sweet 60, never been touched by a house-wife's bakya, but slightly wrinkled. In short, he is a bachelor. It took him only three weeks to complete his preparation vileges of the writ of habeas corpus or to effect his perpetual release without bail. Since the announcement of his projected trip, he had increased his fees for all these things. He had to because, according to him, his journey would entail heavy expen ses. My uncle had been very tight with his money since the idea of travel seized him. He decided not to repair the roof of his house (which, he says, "leaks only when it rains....") and salt away his cash. Equally discernible was the fact that Uncle Ambo had practically abandoned the wearing of shoes. His six pairs of GI shoes which he bought during the liberation are still as new as his three old socks. (Continued from page 11) the unwritten sermon that he preaches outside the confines ol a church. One feels good in his pres ence because he radiates his own goodness. As I watched him listening in tently, patiently to the one hundred and one requests and appeals of his shabby, poor Christians, he did not fend... he did not attempt to put across a bargain... he did not shoo them away though their petitions or demands required a Foundation to do the blueprints. The elders wanted a concrete church for 3000 members of his flock. They were willing to contribute free labor... collect the necessary wood and ac cumulate sand and gravel... they must have a permanent House of Worship. . . please, would Bapak Three Heroes • by ADELINO B. SITOY • for his ambitious journey. It was just a fortnight and a week ago when he triumphantly announced to all the people of our barrio his plan to spend Christmas in Egypt. At first, we laughed off his pro posed trip. Nobody believed him; everybody thought he was crazy. But we later realized that my uncle was serious; he was truly prepar ing for a journey that, judging from his preparations, would last for seven years. Uncle Ambo is the tambalan of our barrio. He is known to possess such extraordinary power as to see the spirits and the engkantos, to be able to talk with them, too, and to cure a person from whatever sick ness he suffers. Hence, all the bar rio folk paid homage to his healing power and to his diplomatic con nections with the invisible beings. And every time a person was bed ridden, it was my uncle who was called to give treatment; whenever a fellow in the barrio was lost, that is, kidnapped by the engkantos, it was Uncle Ambo again who would be requested to make the necessary representations with the high invisible authorities to extend to the person kidnapped the priHe only wears one sock at a time because he says a pair should be worn only by those who have crooked feet. As a matter of fact, my uncle often wears a shoe on one leg and a sandal on the other. He is quite a card. In the past weeks, my uncle was the earliest man in church and the last to leave it. Never before was he seen to be so fervently religious as when he was preparing for his travels. When he was finally set to sail for the town where he was to board a bus for Manila, the barrio folk turned out en masse to see him off. They brought all kinds of gifts, es pecially foodstuffs. There were na tive cakes, bibingkas, putong-lingkahoy, bodbod, cooked camotes, roasted bananas, binig nit, tilaob, inanag, bukhayo, biko, maruya, siyakoy, and others. The presents made Uncle Ambo happy. His sail boat was weighted down by the token of affection given by the ruralites. When Uncle Ambo weighed an chor, there was a flurry of waving and jostling. From his sailboat, Uncle waved so strongly, so strong ly — his boat capsized! # Uskup help them? The "intellectuals" of the village needed more schools for their children... most of the kids were forced to trek miles and miles of rough, primitive coun try to avail themselves of an edu cation, would Bapak Uskup please, help them? There is sickness and death — people, especially the older ones were coughing. . . malaria and dysentery are taking tolls; they were too poor to afford the medicines sold at the rumah sakit (hospital) far away. . would Bapak Uskup please pity them and give them some? Politics to them is still a remote sub ject. Their only desire is to live contentedly, following their great tribal customs and traditions, con forming to the teachings of Christ. Monsignor remained miraculously unruffled throughout the seemingly endless interviews and earnest over tures. — That baffled me. Children of all sizes and age squatted, noisily at his feet — looking at him with unspeakable idolatry that would have felled anybody but the Mon signor. No museum piece in an art gallery — not even at the Louvre — was ever that nakedly, minutely sized up and scrutinized as His Ex cellency and his gold cross. I was nonplussed but amused. The pic ture was interesting study. His Ex cellency, I'm sure, had made mental notes of all their need — he knows Page 16 THE CAROLINIAN only too well that they depend on him as though their lives hinge on his ability to meet their wants — simple wants. Monsignor has the longest memory on this side of the rainbow when it concerns the needs of his people. When we finally took leave in order to proceed to other "kampongs", the same spectacular, over dressed drama was given a repeat performance: the village en masse mobbed His Excellency for the kiss ing of his ring; I dared not do M.P. duty . .. several complained in straight terms why he could not stay a day or two longer. . . babies cried in mothers' arms, dogs howled in a gallant gesture of farewell. . . scantily-clad angels with "dirty faces" danced around in circles, interpreting their "piece de re sistance" for the final show . 1 Be Glad You Are An INTROVERT Und A Story i O YOU often stay alone? Do you prefer to be with, say, your books or with things of nature and j shun the company of people around ! you? Have you ever locked your self up alone in a room while a party or jam session was going on? Do you find difficulty in dealing with people because the business requires much talking and do you prefer to keep your mouth shut while a hot discussion is going on? If you do, you are an introvert. If you have spent a good deal of time fretting about your unhappy lot and wishing you were a member of a social set, stop pitying yourhave shone and have manifested sheer excellence in the different fields of specialization were deeprooted introverts. The great bulk of novelists, poets, composers, phi losophers, scientists and even stage actors are positive introverts. The immortal Angelic Doctor was so si lent while still a student that he was called the "Dumb Ox". The world's greatest scientist, Albert Einstein, was often so lost in contemplation that he used to mistake his cat for his wife, kissed it and called it "my darling". Greta Garbo, America's most beautiful and talented actress, is dubbed as "the Myth" for she heavily wrinkled elders with bared, white heads, wistful, stood beside His Excellency steeped with the dig nity and reverence of an age that has long passed. A sturdy steed named "Wungu Pau", a gift to Mon signor, was saddled. Others were also readied for the rest of us, mem bers of the retinue. His Excellency motioned everyone he was about to give his blessing. We all dropped to our knees on the hard, bare ground. . . his voice had the quality of a father's love at its profoundest degree as it fell upon us in be nediction: "In nomine Patris, et Filii..........." A goodbye cheer rocked the little village as Monsignor mounted "Wu ngu Pau".. . one last handshake with our brother Missionary whose life was burning away in the fire of his apostolic zeal... a wave of the hand... then ten stalwart, worthy horsemen holding multi colored streamers, Indonesian and papal banners preceded His Excel lency as we followed slowly the narrow mountain trails leading to the next "kampong". Everywhere we went, Poma-type reception was evidently common place. Hospitality was stereotype. Afterwards, when we. got back to our waiting Ford, dear Old Faithful, (Continued on page JO) • by ILDEFONSO VELEZ LAGCAO self. Otherwise you might find yourself playing fall guy for two evils — loneliness and pride. Lone liness because self-pity breeds con tempt for association with others; pride because you refuse to admit your limitations. If you are an in trovert, you are a lucky guy. I know of a certain fellow who typifies the run-of-the-mill "play boys". He is handsome and was born into a rich family. He goes to school in a flashy car, wears smart clothing, speaks different languages, always frequents the drug store and the nearby soda fountains, catches up easily with the latest steps and is very popular among the younger sets. But he flunked in three col lege courses and is starting his fourth in an unlimited series. This is not an isolated case. This runs through the entire species of socalled "regular guys” who flunk as often as they enrol and who become mediocres when they take up the greater responsibilities of life. It is to be noted with great signi ficance that many of those who lives alone and shuns publicity. James Dean and Marlon Brando are no exceptions. Thoreau, Swift, Byron, Carlyle, De Quincy, Poe, our own Nick Joaquin and Jose Garcia Villa, compose a magnificent coterie of introverts. Because most shy people have little needs, their lives are happier, if simpler. They have less needs and, therefore, less worries. The introvert "gets a big kick" out of being alone — sitting beside a brook and indulging in what appears to him as pleasurable contemplation. For the extroverts, it is a pity to be a "drip" or a "wet blanket". They get their share of joy in boisterous laughter and noisy company. They cannot resist the urge to do the town or show off their social linens. Every time they go out, everything they wear must be new and "class". Since they have more needs, they also have more worries. And very often, despair contaminates their souls while the shy, fingernail biting introvert is at peace with the world and with God. # JANUARY, 1957 Page 17 P ERCHANCE no more eloquent and concrete gesture of belief in man's capability and worth has ever been made than the setting up of the Arnold and Robert FoundaAVERAGE STUDENTS tion, Inc., by the Hoffmans, Ameri can philanthropist brothers. The endowment fund, a project of the American brothers in a big univer sity which aims to provide aid to needy students "who cannot qualify for scholarship", is perhaps the first of its kind in student-aid programs. In the first place, it is unusual as it is significant since unlike typical scholarship programs where the students of high academic standing receive scholarship privileges and aids, it lays emphasis on students of allegedly average rating. In the second place, it disproves the disparaging misconception that students who are "weak in the upper story" have no bright future. The philanthropists are exactly opposed to this view. Explained one of the brothers: "We felt that very often a student who is not too outstanding in college may make good in later life." One unfamiliar with the motive of the philanthropists is apt to criti cize the program. A critic may point out that it does not give impetus to improve oneself; instead, it en courages students to remain at the bottom of the academic yardstick. But the Hoffmans believe that a man undergoes a change in himself and improves as he advances in age; that every man has a capacity for success. Their belief rests on the fact that the bulk of Americans who keep their country's prosperity and military might are neither geniuses nor scholars who were "big fishes" in the campuses of American col leges and universities, but students who possess average intelligence, some who did not even attend schools who made their way to suc cess all by themselves. The men and women of average intelligence are part of the strong backbone of GET A every nation and this, too, can be true to the Filipinos. The same idea expressed by a famous author is shared by the phi lanthropists. In the biography of a renowned author, the biographer tells that when the school authorities in the community where the author lived were soliciting contributions from private citizens to be given as awards to well-behaved, obedient youngsters, he denied having any thing to give. He explained the awards were reasonable, but if he by BENIGNO were allowed, he would give awards to the most rebellious and mischievous youngsters on condi tion that the school authorities keep personal records of both the naughty youngsters and the pupils whom the schoolmasters decided to cite for deportment and when they were already of age that their accom plishments be compared. He did not keep an eye on what the youngsters were doing in class but on what they could probably do to contribute to the welfare of the community years after they were out of school. This is not to be misconstrued, however, as appealing indirectly to "relax" the system of grading stu dents so as to give favorable grades to those who are on the brink of failure. "Relaxation" would result in the degeneration of the Univer sity’s high standard of instruction BREAK and in the turnout of intellectual weaklings. History has a host of important figures who were never expected to make good. One novelist, the Saturday Even ing Post editorial cited, who was practically obscure in his college days attended the reunion to tell his colleagues how obscure he was and how the "big fishes" in the campus vanished into obscurity. The biography of a living Eng lish statesman recounts that he had CABANATAN to take entrance exams for the mili tary academy for the second time because he did not come off suc cessfully the first time. Which is evidence that he did not look pro mising then. The average student has reason for added hope and confidence that he will succeed. And that increased hope can eventually drive him on to success. # Page 18 THE CAROLINIAN don’t look The Perfect Hostess I T'S A PITY that when God gave the Filipino that beautiful trait of hospitality He also administered doses of extreme humility to him. Hospitality and extreme humility just don't mix. When they do, the result isn't too appetizing and that's saying it literally. Just take, for example, You. Let's say that you are on one of your visits to a friend's house. You are there because you probably need help with your home work or you just want to talk. That's all. But what happens next makes you wonder sometimes whe ther you are being mistaken for a starving nomad or one of those Home Inspectors (if there ever was one) who look over other people's houses from roof to floor and who are perfectly willing to hang home owners for a speck of dirt on the divan. That's saying it too bluntly, I guess, but what really gets your goat is the way the people you visit almost always apologize for most things in the house like how Junior's toys are lying around and why they haven't been able to put them away yet, what with big sister being sick and father staying over time in the office and the maids home for fiesta etc., etc., which are probably true and which all amount to just one idea: the house is topsy turvy. So what? You probably would not have noticed it at all had they not mentioned it first. Or, if you did, that's nothing to get riled up about. After all, you went there to have your homework fixed. Thai's not all yet. The way they try to stuff you up with pop drinks and cookies and fruits 'N' nuts, makes you wonder: Do I look this thin? The way mother goes back and forth to the kitchen, preparing all those drinks and eats makes you want to shout: "Wait a minute! Wait a minute/ The coke ain't the thing, is it?" —"Have a seat, please. Junior, ow but... entertain your friend while I pre pare something. Boyl Boy! Here, buy some cokes at Paniong's and hurry . . . Where in heaven's name did Trining put that (! $%) tray. T-r-i-n-g-g-g-g-g! . . ." That is the way it is and it hap pens everytime. Everybody is un comfortable. The host is uncom fortable making all that fuss and flurry and the visitor is uncomfort able, too, for being the cause of all the rumpus. The hardest part is nobody ever gets around to telling one another how much they do not enjoy the whole show. Each party is playing its role perfectly. The hostess is just perfect: she is hos pitality come to life. The visitor is just as perfect with his well-timed smiles and his innocuous ah's and hmms . . . appearing to be pleased while all the time wishing he were in a kinder hell. The Criticism Phobia Criticism is like castor oil. Some people take it despite its terrible taste knowing that it will do them good eventually while others don't take it at all because they can't suf fer its terrible taste despite the fact that it will do them good eventually. In the latter case, allusion must be made to people who can't relax the moment they hear something un favorable said of them, no matter how small. Of course, they are few in number but they do exist. Your first thought would be that you don't usually find this kind among poor people who are too busy thinking about when and where the next meal will come from, peo ple with a lot of kids running around, making a mess of every thing, people with too much home work to do, people who are too darned busy to give a darn about what other people think of them. But, come to think of it, everybody has time enough to indulge in selfpity and petty recriminations. And that doesn't exclude you. As a matter of fact, people from all walks of life suffer from this, one way or another, and trying to avoid it is often as hopeless as throwing a sheet of paper against a strong gust of wind. These criticism-shy unfortunates get nothing but headaches because they not only can't relax when they are actually criticized but they go over every detail long after the by ANG ELINA LABUCAY critic has consigned his smashing utterances to the four winds. "Do you know what that drip said just the other day about my nose? She said God could have done better if He weren't too busy about a lot more important things. What do you think hers looks like? I'll take flattened drums anytime!" Etc., etc. There's another version of this sensitivity which is not so rampant but which you can discover if you try hard enough. This sensitivity is present in that kind of person who tries to scour the minds of her ac quaintances and analyze their con tents in relation to herself, always. Take this girl Lindy. You and she are walking one day in the corridors and you meet Mrs. Cruz, your in structor in Biology, who is frown ing at that time. The moment the instructor is out of hearing, Lindy goes in to one of her common vin dictive tirades: "Imagine, she didn't even smile at us. What does she think of us, sheets of transparent glass that she can just see through? Remember the time she wanted that orchid plant from me and how sweet she was to me then? Why, 1 never ..." Lindy, sweet-sour Lin dy, perhaps she just had a quarrel with her husband or maybe one of her kids is sick. Hurting you is probably farthest from her thoughts, believe me. There are a lot of people who try to make mountains out of mo lehills or molehills out of mountains. For all you know you might be one of them. Take care lest you outrace your age or have a nervous break down. # JANUARY, 1957 Page 19 Q0©@ DRA. TABOADA REJOINS USC When Dra. Aranda, former Dean of the College of Pharmacy, left San Carlos to join her husband at his new station in Luzon, Father Rector sounded out our lady faculty for a worthy successor at the USC clinic. It didn't take long for our lady teachers to recall the name of a former colleague in the faculty who had also served as Lady Physician here. The name is Dra. Natividad Corrales Taboada. Dra. Taboada is a native of Mambajao who married a Cebuano. She graduated in medicine at UST in 1939 and joined the staff at the Cebu Maternity House. Sometime after the war, she was employed as Dis pensary Physician in the Cebu City Health Department. Afterwards she taught Zoology at the USC College of Pharmacy, while at the same time served as Dr. Solon's counterpart at the USC clinic. Meanwhile, she established her own hospital, the San Vicente Clinic, behind the AbeIlana Vocational High School, which specializes on maternity cases. She was due to leave this year for the United States to specialize in obstetrics and pediatrics. But her increasing patronage at the San Vicente Clinic prevented her from leaving for the time being. Which is just as well for USC, as we need her expert care and advice for the health of USC coeds. Dra. Taboada is married to Mr. Jose Taboada of Badian, Cebu. They have six children. USC ALUMNI CELEBRATE HOMECOMING The San Carlos Alumni Associa tion celebrated its annual homecom ing on the feast of San Carlos Borromeo, Patron Saint of the Univ ersity. A special Low Mass was offered at six-thirty in the morning, November 4, 1956, by Rt. Rev. Msgr. Esteban Montecillo, V.G., a San Carlos Alumnus. After the Mass, the San Carlos lay faculty met the CIT faculty in a laugh-filled bas ketball game that ended in a tie due, reportedly, to Dr. Solon who refereed the game. At noon the USC faculty was host at lunch to the CIT faculty. The Annual Dinner and Dance of the Alumni Association was held Sunday evening at the Garden Room of the Capitol Hotel. Dra. Natividad Taboada ENG’G JOURNALS DONATED TO USC LIBRARY The College of Engineering of the University of San Carlos received two big cartons containing 206 as sorted engineering journals. The donors of the journals were Attor neys Ramon Binamira and Fernando de los Santos. The donation was made possible through the kindness of Mr. and Mrs. William Donnely. In his letter announcing the ship ping of the cartons, Atty, de los Santos expressed the hope that "the magazines would come up to the high standard set by your library for the benefit of the students." Reverend Fr. Joseph Baumgartner, S.V.D., chief librarian of the Univer sity of San Carlos, said that he consi dered the gift a worthwhile addition to the Engineering Library, which half a year ago had been set up as a separate department. CAROLINIANS CONTRIBUTE TO FUND FOR HUNGARY Freshmen in the English classes of Mrs. Avelina J. Gil contributed part of their Christmas allowances to the FUND FOR HUNGARY. The modest sum collected was forwarded to the Manila Times which organized and sponsored the FUND FOR HUNGARY Drive. To all CAROLI NIANS concerned, God reward you for your charityl USC WARRIORS CLEANEST PLAYERS IN MANILA The champions of the CCAA basketball league, USC Warriors, returned from Manila where they distinguished themselves as the cleanest players in the Rizal Me morial Stadium during the Inter collegiate Series. The team success fully fought its way to the semi final games. Four teams were rated for the final event and San Carlos was one among them, the only contender outside Manila. Seeing it having fought for the final event was good enough, considering the number of teams from different schools of the islands that partici pated. A convocation in honor of the USC Warriors was conducted at the USC Quadrangle. All members of the basketball team were introduced to the students by Rev. Fr. Wrocklage, (program moderator) after Rev. Fr. Rector, Mr. Juan Aquino (coach) and Mr. Danilo Deen (captain) gave their respective short remarks. USC LIBRARY SCIENCE CLUB HOLDS PROGRAM In connection with the celebra tion of National Book Week, the USC Library Science Club held a lively program at the Main Library Hall, November 27, 1956. The program was highlighted by the presenta tion of books by Mr. Bernard La vin, USIS Public Relations Officer, to the USC Library through Rev. Fr. Joseph Baumgartner, SVD, USC Chief Librarian. The musical num bers were the most lively and add ed life to the program. A One-Act Play by Fanny Magallon tickled the crowd and drew the attention of Library borrowers and urged them to check their library behaviors. A native dance was also presented. Mr. Restituto Bacalso was the Mas ter of Ceremonies. A HOLY HOUR FOR THE PEOPLE OF HUNGARY— The University of San Carlos re cently sponsored a Holy Hour for the afflicted people of Hungary. It was held in the University Chapel, November 11, 1956, with Rev. Fr. Enrique Schoenig, SVD, conducting the service. The general public was invited and a fair crowd at tended the service. Page 20 THE CAROLINIAN DDOV27! STRICT POLICY FOR STUDENT-EMPLOYEES IMPOSED Check up of final grades of stu dents working in the University of San Carlos has been effected this semester. Student-employees who got final grades of four or five dur ing the first semester are advised to give up the work they are assigned. The Library Department, as of this date, is the only department that has lost some of its student-emplo yees who received failing grades. New faces have been taken in to take the place of those who have resigned and to fill up vacancies created by the addition of new sec tions. COLLEGE OF LAW ENROLMENT INCREASES Despite the rigid screening of students in the College of Law during the previous semesters, a notable increase in enrolment is warming up a call for more rooms this 2nd semester. Indications are that a great need for more rooms will arise next year as a result of the upsurge in enrolment. Considerable increases have been noted in all the sections representing the Col lege of Law. LIBRARY CHANGE A change has been effected in the USC Library by the shifting of assignments for Librarians as signed in their respective posts. Mr. Vicente Espiritu who was formerly assigned in the main Library doing supervisory work in the issuance of books to the students is now as signed in the separate Library of the Engineering Department. Taking his place is Mr. Victor Asubar who was with the Occidental Negros Institute in Bacolod City as a Libra rian and who was then working in the USC Library prior to his em ployment in Bacolod City. Miss Adelaida Palomar, a graduate in Education, Library Science minor and a Law graduate is employed and assigned as a Librarian in the College of Law Library. Mrs. Ricarda Sanchez, also a Library Science major, is assigned as in-charge of the USC Girls' High School Libra ry. The change was ordered by the Chief Librarian, Rev. Josef Baum gartner, SVD. USC WINS CCAA CHAMPIONSHIP The 1956 championship banner of the CCAA basketball league was recaptured by the USC Warriors during the title fight between USC and CIT. The cage fiesta saw a record crowd of over five thousand fanatics from contending sides. This year’s CCAA basketball victory marks San Carlos' return to su premacy. The close fight ended with 55 points for San Carlos and 54 for CIT. A warm salute is given to Coach Dodong Aquino, to team captain Danny Deen, to Father Wrocklage, Father Kolk and the cheerers of the San Carlos team. DEAN OF RELIGION INVITES YOU The Dean of Religion, Rev. Fr. John Vogelgesang, SVD, is stepping up the checking of individual re cords of students enrolled in Reli gion but who are not actually at tending classes. Through the Univ ersity Bulletin, he served notice to all concerned that they will soon receive call slips ordering them to report to the Dean's Office and ex plain why, although they have enrolled in religion, they are not attending classes. Record of each student now enrolled in the Univ ersity is on file with complete data regarding the kind and number of religion courses already taken with their corresponding grades and the number of religion subjects current ly enrolled in. USC PARTICIPATION IN THE EUCHARISTIC CONGRESS The University's initiative in urging Carolinians to join the Second National Eucharistic Con gress celebration brought warm res ponse from a large number of fa culty members and students who went in group to Manila where the celebration was held. Cardinal Spellman of New York, who was appointed Papal Legate to the Con gress, led the Holy Affair. The Eucharistic Congress was the Na tion's tribute to the Most Sacred Heart of Jesus for all the graces generously given us during the years. Officially representing the SVD Fathers of the University at the Congress was Rev. Fr. Joseph Goertz, SVD, USC Dean of the Col lege of Liberal Arts and Sciences. LIB. ARTS STUDES JOIN SCA In response to a wide call for membership in the SCA, about 300 Liberal Arts and Sciences students "acted in the service of a great cause" to form .the Liberal Arts SCA unit. The volunteers were grouped according to their respective courses in order to facilitate cooperation among them. With Miss Betty B. Antonio as coordinator, the said unit is planning to hold its induction ceremonies sometime in December before the Christmas vacation. 1957 SEMPER FIDELIS The 1957 Semper Fidelis (USC Yearbook) was ordered by the Fa ther Rector to be ready in due time. He appointed Mr. Tomas Echivarre and Mr. Vicente Ranudo, formerly editor-in-chief and senior associate editor of the Carolinian respectively, as Editors of the said annual. Pic tures for the second semester gra duates of this year are now being collected and before Christmas va cation they will be ready to be sent to Manila for printing. It is expect ed that this year's annual will be better both in format and context. NEW GUINEA MISSIONARY VISITS SAN CARLOS A missionary from New Guinea visited the University of San Carlos during the first week of November. He is Rev. Fr. William Saido, SVD, currently Procurator of one of the SVD Missions in New Guinea. His visit here was partly inspired by his interest in the study of the local copra industry. Fr. Saido was or dained priest in 1942 and two years after his ordination he was assigned as a missionary in New Guinea. CAMPAIGN FOR CORRIDOR SILENCE The campaign for corridor silence by the Reverend Father Secretary General was a success, according to a report released through the University Bulletin. In line with the campaign, students in the libra ry, social hall and other places were enjoined to wait for the bell before going to their respective class rooms. Teachers were requested not to start prayers five minutes be fore the bell signal. (Continued on patfe 35) JANUARY, 1957 Page 21 US SIS SHOD of honor] • FIRST SEMESTER, 1956-1957 • Mr. Manuel Valenzuela Law I COLLEGE OF LAW COLLEGE OF LIBERAL ARTS AND SCIENCES ARTS-PIIII.OSOPIIY TYPE First Year Estanislao, Jesus (Ph.B.)............. 1.16 Real, Margarita (Pre-I.aw)....... 1.18 binopol, Ernesto (Pre-I.aw)....... 1.22 Second Yeor Fernandez, Filemon (Pre-I.aw)... 1.08 Ma-ambong, Regalado (Pre-Med). 1.15 Ceniza, Maria (Pre-I.aw)............. 1.15 Third Year Talisaysay, Gil (Ph.B.)................. 1.18 I.agcao, Ildefonso (Ph.B.)........... 1.40 Rifareal, I.ourdes (Ph.B.)........... 1.51 Fourth Year Lim, Betty (General) .................. 1.08 Yap, Elsa (General) .................... 1.13 Sala, Lourdes (Ph.B.) ................ 1.54 (Miss) Evanqeline Medalle Pre-Med. I First Year 1. Valenzuela. Manuel 2. Greer, Geronimo .Jr. Salido, Roberto •'I. Sitoy, Adelino Second Year 1. Clapano, Ireneo Jr. 2. Balbuena, Vicente 3. A Iori o, Jose Third Year 1. Alvarado, Eugenio (ha<l< Ci.itx 1.48 15 1.527 15 1.527 15 1.65 15 1.8 15 Mr. Ireneo R. Clapano, Jr. Law II SCIENCE TYPE First Year Medalle, Evangeline (Pre-Med).. 1.30 Labaria, Bernardette (Pre-Med) . 1.33 Nacar, Carolina (Pre-Med)......... 1.40 I.im, Lolita (BSChem)................ 1.40 Second Year Azcona, Amparo (Pre-Med)....... 1.43 Ordona, Alfredo, Jr. (Pre-Med).. 1.44 Yap, Leticia (Pre-Med)................ 1.45 Third Year Verallo, Vermen, (Pre-Med) ....... 1.12 Mayol, Socorro (Pre-Med)........... 1.33 Vy, Guat Kiao (Pre-Med)........... 1.44 Fourth Year Huang, Bessie (BSChem)........... 1.51 Estrella, Marina (BS Zool) ......... 1.76 All Others Gala, Tomas ................................. 1.216 Zamora, Jose ............................... 1.300 Aquino, Francisco C.................... 1.400 FOURTH YEAR Accounting Majors Ratcliffe, Annie ......................... 1.235 Yap, Angelita ............................... 1.366 Paz, Cecilia .................................. 1.416 All Others Frade.jas, Norma ......................... 1.200 Manalili, Solomon......................... 1.252 Marcon, Josefina ......................... 1.683 COLLEGE OF COMMERCE FIRST YEAR 'Pan, Mary Glenda ........................ 1.144 Pena, Guadalupe de la ................ 1.228 Gely, Beniamin ........................... 1.272 SECOND YEAR Vy, Angelina ............................... 1.040 Aug, Joaquina ............................. 1.042 Siao, Cleofe................................... 1.190 THIRD YEAR Accounting Majors Yee, Luz........................................ 1.083 Pozon, Bartolome ......................... 1.283 Rubio, Pedrito ............................. 1.300 (Conti>iuc<l o>i page ■/;) Mr. Eugenio J. Alvarado, Jr. Law III Page 22 THE CAROLINIAN ★ OFF-SEASON HARVEST * 1st Semester Graduation (',< flits: E. Al.< PROFIT. Rogado sweeps past A Rosello (13) and bers (12) to perforate the with a twin-marker. A/cordo°f,tS- CCAA p tr°phy #o c?*ret'ne righfTV Amt>ncio while - th* -----------* “ PtotontoiC. Stony... FOOTNOTE /<■ THE WINNERS. Photo taken after the championship game (captain), Epimaco Borromeo, Reynaldo de la Cruz, ( are: Angelo Delute, (scorer), Gerardo del Rosario, Max Pizarrash Wrocklage, Roberto Reynes, Isidoro Caiiizares, Manolet Susorn "PProving/j, The gloom which enveloped the school when •he Cup slipped from its grips last year mareally vanished when the Warriors once more inducted the crown it lost to a more daring •cam. Fanning a four-man-defense rally, the Warriors went on a free-scoring hayride that am ever their opponents. This year, as a rejuvenated Green and Gold team takes cn the high bumps in Manila's championship rounds. Carolinian hopes are centered on the .'hooting abilities of Rogado, Camzares. Bo rromeo, tricky Deen, fleet-footed Galdo, feint master Reynes and the arms of Pizarras. Reynes, the darling del! of the team, is ex pected to duplicate his performance last year when he earned his "Rookie of the Year" title. Canizares is one guy to lean on fcr ooints when the game gets tight as witnessed he USC-CIT skirmish which handed the defendbv ROSSEAl > a "TROPHY" THAR SHE BLOWS. All arms are outstrcched to receive the spheroid. left to right, sitting: Edgardo Galdo, Danilo Deen, Rogado, Manuel Bas and Esmeraldo Abejo. Standing salem, Jr., Father Rector, (coach) Juan Aquino, Fr. Jumawan. ing Wildcats their first taste of defeat. With the court generalship of Boy de la Cruz, some fireworks can be expected. And, to a very large measure, the team's mechanism will de pend upon the tactical skill of its brain trust, Dodong Aquino. Without question, the Warriors have deadly scoring sock. The team is a smart combina tion of men with plenty of grit and staying power. . . men who can take it and dish it out, toe. These are the hardy men who have come home triumphant from the wars. They have met the toughest teams that local cagedoni could pit against them on the hardcourt. In the c-nd, no cne stcod up to hurl defiance at them. They and they alone rose from the ruins of ihe CCAA tournament. And, having survived, Dame Luck gave them the Crown! ..... uP there THERE- "victorious belongsH ESCOBER from the claWoomJ • • • they fan out to pfa‘l • • • to sit pzetti[ . • • to enjoy tlte '-<”nPa'ut cdose friends . • • School life is not all conjugation or math.; there is, after all, edu cation outside the classroom . . . ol to enjoy natuze s pzioacy. by SIXTO LI. ABAO, JR. ACROSS R E N T S ^^URS is said to be an age of crass materialism. So that one's outward appearances become the yardstick of man. Today, a person's worth is gauged by the size of his bank-roll, the grandeur ol the house in which he lives, the quality of the clothes that he wears, and the num ber of costly shoes that he owns. We most often forget that beneath an ordinary or lowly exterior so many great and holy things may be hidden. We have forgotten that Christ identifies Himself with the meek and the humble, the lowly and the poor. These are facts too sad to be true. But that is truth. Mr. Libarios of the Power (Saint Paul's College, Tacloban City) has this to say; "Whatever may be one’* profes sion In life, let us not forget that man's success during his lifetime is not meas ured In the eyes of God by the amount of money he might have amassed for himself and family. Neither Is It gauged by the site or grandeur of the residential mansion nor by the number or the vastness of his planta tion. The criterion of real success Is a positive evidence of a more endur ing value of man’s actual service ren dered In the name and to the honor of his God and country, to his com munity and fellow human beings." Similar sentiment is expressed by Miss Lucy Soquena of the Augustinian Mirror (San Agustin University). We quote: "Educational attainment or degree Is not the ultimate criterion to Judge a man's education. It Is not the amount of knowledge that he has amassed that makes It; neither a number of books that he has read or possessed. But hl* dealings and deeds. To judge man of his education It Is not always neces sary to ask how long he has stayed In school, or how much knowledge he has earned. For the true measure of man's education Is only revealed by the purity of his heart, the godliness of his conscience, the nobleness of his actuations, and the usefulness of his life." Perhaps, many will agree with Miss Soquena in theory. But I doubt if people will still have the same point of view when they're in a store of coins. For the truth is: a man to day is to be sized up not in terms of his education or his knowledge of things. What matters now is the "round thing''. No matter who you are or what you are as long as you have it, you are always a "sweet smiling baby." We talk of real happiness but too often we do not really know what it is or what it consists of and what we ought to do to attain it. From the Caritas (Immaculate Heart of Mary College): "In this world real happiness con sists In fhe peace and joy of a peace ful conscience and In fhe hope of an eternal reward which springs from a well-spent life... How to attain It? Let us try to live a holler and more chrlstian-llke life. Let's try the best that we can and be faithful to the re solutions that we made. Let us learn to look for and to get the best In life and not to find misery and dis comfort in It, but to find goodness and beauty, even through the ugly and the grim." I hope that the New Year will show us how to elevate ourselves to the kingdom of Christ by becom ing good people. And the New Year to sublimate the passions of men to noble ideals. But are ideals necessary? If so, what does it prov ide us? From the Sillimanian (Silliman University): "Ideals are vitally necessary If we are to live like men and not dogs. Ideals point the way: they give us direction and provide us Incentive. They sustain us In moments of trial, ideals are to a man as the lighthouse is to a ship tossed by a tempestuous sea In a dark, dark night." There are some of us who claim to have no ideal. This is not true. The naked truth is: any man, no matter if he denies it, perhaps be cause of defeat and frustration, has always an ideal, be it small or big. Man, being what he is, cannot just live for nothing; otherwise, he would be reducing himself to an auto maton whose category is much lower than the brutes. Students, as well as teachers, are limited beings. Their compre hensive powers differ but both have their own limits. A teacher may have greater power to understand things while a student may have less or vice versa. To a student in a classroom, the easiest way of clarifying his doubt about certain subject matters is to raise a question, so that as a result, questions after questions maybe raised to reach a point of agree ment. On the part of a teacher, it may be boring but the student must be enlightened. Teachers are teachers and should understand the shortcomings of their students. They should, therefore, answer the questions point by point not in anger but in sober explanation. Unfortunately, some teachers do not allow their students to ask ques tions because they consider them as a personal challenge or reproach to their teaching capacities. Let us give a listen to The ICC Star (Iloilo City Colleges): "No student can ever hope fo learn when he cannot understand what his instructors are talking about. What can be more natural and proper than to ask a guestion when one wants fo be clarified? It Is distressing to note, however, that some instructors have a (Turn to next page) JANUARY, 1957 Page 27 CROSS CURRENTS (Continued from paije ) THE WOMEN wrong conception of questions asked inside the classroom that they consider it as a personal challenge to their capacity and know-how. They, there fore, instead of giving light to the matter, present their argument, pre judiced, biased and belligerent. How can a student then be clarified If fhe instructor starts his clarification by trying fo prove that fhe student is wrong and confuse all fhe issues? Others will nof permit questions not directly connected wlfh fhe subject matter, though logical and practical. They have perhaps forgotten that col lege educafion is buf a small part of our lives. What will be the use of theories and lectures, if after all. one does nof apply them practically fo his dally life? Perhaps these instructors should be students in practical living." PILGRIMS in Chaucer’s CanterburyTales INTRODUCTION 1 see all the pilgrim#, their humours, their features and their very dress, as distrietly as if I had supped with them at the Tabard in Southwark. — DRYDEN — Among students and teachers, as among nations, mutual friendship should be indispensable. Comment ing on a special degree of symbio tic relationship between instructors and students, the Rizalian (Rizal Memorial Colleges) says: "Classroom studies require a special degree of symbiotic coopera tion, especially betwilt professors and the students. The former guide the latter to discover and achieve something better. The learning process will be impossible if this harmonious interrelation doesn't operate. For in stance If a professor gives an assign ment, but the students do not care to work on it, what will happen? Con versely, think of the students who are eager and willing to learn, but unfor tunately, the professor concerned is inactive what will follow? In the ab sence of this sort of persons and family relationship between these two groups of people inside the class, school life will be as dry as the de serts of Africa." Bright idea but this is enough to beat the deadline. J IF CHAUCER had written only the "Canterbury Tales" and nothing more, he would still occupy a unique place in English literature. Like Spencer's "Faery Queen" or Bacon's "Instauratio", Chaucer's masterpiece was never completed, but he, nevertheless, achieved his magnificent purpose: to paint a picture of the varied aspects of social life in contemporary England. So vividly does Chaucer present his motley pilgrims that the reader feels they are personal acquaintances with whom he shares the joy of living, its dreams and its failings. Though only twenty-four tales were written, they cover an unusually wide range of narratives, including satires, fables, exempla, ro mances of chivalry and love, and the vulgar comedy of low life. The stories are extraordinary in their variety, particularly in their digressive tendency characteristic of medieval story-telling. With casual informality, Chaucer interrupts his narratives to indulge in philosophical or moral commentaries. Here and there he repeats him self without embarrassment, throwing in words or lines without sense, promising to bring a story to a close quickly but dragging on tediously. This deliberate carelessness contributes to the holiday mood of the pilgrimage. The portraits of the pilgrims shift from the attire, to a facet of character, then back with an apparent lack of organization. Yet each pilgrim stands out distinctly as a type of medieval character and also as an individual personality. In the light of the usual predominance of women—in number, at least—in matters of religious practices or demonstrations, especially today, it seems rather odd that of the thirty or so pilgrims only three are women, two of whom are religious and the third, a coarse though good-hearted libertine. Certainly, they must have been conspicuous by their number and, in all probability, must have received more than the usual share of attention from the rest of the company. Page 28 THE CAROLINIAN The STUDENT ol literature who reads the character portrait of the Prioress is most likely to single her out as the pilgrim most deserving of respect and awe. For one rea son, she was one of the three women who formed a notable mi nority in the group of men. For another, she easily stood out in the feminine group with her courtly ways and stately dignity and her world, she grew up "ful simple and coy" and never had a chance to deal much with such vulgar char acters as the Summoner or the Miller. Otherwise, the oaths that escaped her lips would have been worse than the mild "St. Loy". Eglentyne was "of greet disport" but took her lessons with such se riousness that in no time "French she spak ful faire and fetisly She found no difficulty in ac cepting the stringent discipline of the novitiate since at home a strait laced mother had taught her the graceful table etiquette that forbade her to "wette hir fingres in his sauce depe". Indeed, Madame EGLENTYNE: was relieved by a variety of occu pations. Eglentyne's mild disposition and very pleasant manners, her aristo cratic bearing, and physical attrac tion made her very popular with the nuns. They saw a woman of good background and breeding so that it was no surprise at all that, after some years they chose her for the office of prioress. The new position, while giving her a number of con venient privileges a simple nun could not enjoy, entailed many re sponsibilities, among which were looking after the discipline of the convent and taking care of money matters. THE NUN PRIORESS religious garb. One imagines how she must have caught the pilgrims' eyes and given rise to unspoken admiration with Her nose tretys; hir eyes gray as glas; Hir mouth ful smal, and thereto softe and reed; But sikerly she hadde a fair forehead; It was almost a spanne; brood, I trowe. Such patrician beauty must have awed even the Miller and the Sum moner and ignited sparks of wom anly envy in the Wife of Bath to whom nature had not been very generous. But that is all that meets the eye. With characteristic good sense and mellow humor, Chaucer presents Madame Eglentyne as a blameless little nun "ful plesaunt, and amiable of port." In all likelihood, the girl Eglen tyne entered the Benedictine nun nery in London when she was barely in her tteens, so that un schooled in the ways of the outside by LEONOR S. BORROMEO Wei coude she carie a morsel and wel kepe, That no drope ne fille upon hir brest. She took such delight in these nice ties that she impressed many a clumsy nun who could not drink without leaving traces of grease on her cup or who reached out for her food unbecomingly. Eglentyne showed or marked aptitude for singing. Very often her voice would rise above the voice of the choir in the convent chapel as ... she song the sevice divyne, Entuned in hir nose ful semely. In the afternoons in summer, Eglentyne and her sisters would either do brain work or spin and embroider altar vestments; at times they would do garden work or go out haymaking. These activities were followed by periods of re laxation. Of course, the religious services formed an important part of the monastic schedule. Thus, the monotonous regularity of the offices The responsibilities were too head-breaking to suit her, but the privileges more than made up for the ordeal of having to solve the various problems inherent in the office. As head of the convent she did not have to account to any body for her actuations except the bishop who came around only on visitations. She could go out of the convent to see how the estates were getting along, and whenever she did there was one nun who was with her as companion and as sisted her in every little way. Then, too, a couple of priests came along, for a nun was not allowed to go out of convent walls alone. Thus, in this Canterbury pilgrimage she was in the company of her chaplain and three priests. As prioress Madame Eglentyne had to entertain visitors, especially paying guests in the convent, like wives of crusaders who were away in heathen lands or pilgrims on their way to some distant shrine. Quite naturally, these boarders with their (Continued on page 45) IMWNCf, 1957 Page 29 USC BUCKLE STARTS A TALE Much has been told about how owners of amulets and other good luck charms are invulnerable to the effects of bullets, blades, explosives, and even to malignant curses and wishes of hard luck. The explana tion of Kamlon's numerous success ful escapes from the clutches of our armed forces was believed by some to be due to an "anting-ating" which protected the wily chieftain from bullets and in instances gave him the cloak of invisibility. Favorite bed-time stories include such tales, also, of how a rabbit's foot, the egg of a heron or a stone from the mouth of a snake could bestow good luck and happiness on its possessor. There is not much to be said about the truth of these incidents, though. But one experience which stands out from the rest of similar yams because of its truth and authenticity is about how a buckle — a USC buckle, to be precise — carved for Three Herees and a Story (Continued from, page 17) bound for home, a Brother sauntered to where I sat in a reminiscent mood. He cross-examined me, intimately, regarding how I felt about the trip... the people. .. the places... oh, he inquired, especially the trip — the arduous trip. Did it do me some good, he queried, with par ticular interest. At that, 1 looked at him squarely, almost indulgently, and with deliberate candor answer ed: Yes, indeed. I enjoyed it more than you can ever know, Brother. You see, I came to brush elbows with three great, outstanding heroes — GOD, the Bishop, and Old Faith ful. > me a certain degree of recognition. May in our island, aside from being the month when flowers bloom, is also the Month of Fiestas. It was during one of these fies tas that I came up with a very am using albeit embarrasing, incident. I was attending a fiesta celebra tion in a certain barrio. Together with my two friends, we went to a celebrant's house. At the outset, I was reluctant to go. I did not know the celebrant and I did not want to be rebuffed. Moved, how ever, by their brotherly persuasion, I acceded on condition that they be responsible for everything. We were ushered into the reception room — a spacious one where almost all corners were adorned with fresh and lovely sampaguitas. The room was painted white with costly wall by SIXTO LLACUNA ABAO, Jr. bases banging on the sides. There were pictures of Filipino heroes framed so well that they looked stimulating to the eyes. At one comer there was a wash-drawing of Maria Clara, Rizal's typical Fili pino, and on another, an oil paint ing of Amorsolo's Sunset over Ma nila Bay. As my eyes continued to feast on the beautiful and his torical murals hanging on the walls, my friend suddenly poked me on my floating ribs and whispered: "It's chow time. Be ready." The visitors were then beginning to go to their places at the table. I was hardly seated at the table when suddenly a tender hand patted me. Then I saw her in pigtails and I felt a sudden commotion within my breast. My heart began to palpi tate hard. In a soft and modulated voice, she invited me to sit at the head of the table. I wanted to re fuse the invitation knowing that there were others older than I, but her insistence made me accept. Deep inside me, as I began to eat, was a strange uneasiness which I concealed from the others. The im portance given me by the host was tormenting not because I was new to it but because, on an occasion like that, a man of higher rank ought to have been given more preference than I. I began to suspect that there was something responsible for the extra-kind treatment. The host was known as an advocate of the "select-the-select" system during fiestas. The term is applied to a custom of accommodating only those people who stand on even keel with the host. Select-the-select, therefore, meant the rich-with-the-rich and thepoor-with-the-poor. After the meal, we were ushered again into the sala where we sat with beautiful teen-agers from the mainland (Mindanao). What fol lowed was convivial and warm fellowship among us. They talked of many things about their schools, of their friends in the city where they were studying. The conversa tion included boring tales; neverthe less, I tried to be attentive. I thought my attentiveness would spare me from the task of gabbing but I was wrong for somebody asked me: “How about telling us about The University of San Carlos? You know, we are very much interested about this well-known institution and we would be glad to hear about your campus activities." I became aware then that I was wearing a USC buckle which I had borrowed from my brother. I had no idea the buckle would place me in a fix. I was torn between telling them I was not studying in USC and going on with a fictitious tale of the school. The first alternative would have em barrassed me and the second would have made me open to suspicion since I knew next to nothing about San Carlos. I decided to take the latter alternative. I told them of the imposing facade of the Univ ersity of San Carlos, of its learned professors, of its active students and the fine campus spirit. I told them a lot from out of the blue. I thought I was fibbing then but now that I have come to San Carlos, I realize how truthful I was all the time. # Page 30 THE CAROLINIAN Wk • NIEVA TAN t TWO Poem/ O by ABE TUIBEO Why must a rose bloom only to fade and die? Why must the sun set only to rise again? Why must a wave dash upon a rock only to become silver coins scattered on the shore? Why must we love only to cry and Sleep only to awake and end those hoppy dreams? encouracjerne nt o Christian soul despair not in that state wherein you weep mid shades of nights forlorn for just beyond this weary world of hate behind the veil of your tears there beams a morn forever fair and so just lift your eyes and wait for only those that hope and fight against the odds shall merit in the skies a crown of bliss in heaven’s eternal light yes only trust for though you are wont to stray among stygian worlds of sins and errors within God’s heart you’ll find a. sanctuary not shrouded by the ghosts of death and terrors now rise! ascend ethereal heights again where beckons you life’s golden crown to gain! dedication Poem • ANGELINA R. LABUCAY Take a smile Add a little mischief. Take a barrel-full of happiness Add a drop of sorrow. Take a lot of courage Add a little fear. For that's what you are A dear, dear little girl Who loves the world And whom the world loves. o dearest maid although those gracious charms which i was wont in days gone by to love would wither like a flower yet in my arms i’ll hold you still and in my prayers above your name i’ll always speak; true love is shown not only by your nearness to me but also when its color is tried and known, when it can bleed and scale a calvary, and so never say when we are far apart i forget you or turn my heart from you for even now i swear deep in my heart that, till the grave i’ll be forever true because my love is not a passing one which, burns but cools when summer days are gone! JANUARY, 1957 Page 31 (rfntf/iinq IYOU say... REQUIRED SUBJECT? Much has been said by "free-swinging students" against Religion as a required subject. Quite a number of them complain about its being an addi tional task, a burden, a load that requires the useless expenditure of energy and time. To my way of thinking, the kindest that can be said of this view is that it is inane because it emphasises too strongly and quite too wrongly the material, temporal side of life. I have nothing against professional subjects in the arts and sciences. They are necessary and useful. Emphasis should be given them but only so much emphasis! Since these are all transitory, a counterbalance must be provided to deepen the mind and to enable It to see things that escape the senses. The Importance of Religion is thus apparent here. Besides, Religion ought to be studied if for no other reason than as a token of gratitude of love and thanksgiving to God for making man the "masterpiece of His creation," endowed with a will and intellect. Let this be fhe norm: "What will it profit a man if he possesses all the transient knowledge the world can offer but neglects and easts aside the knowledge of all knowledge and the master of all arts?" ESTRELLA DATOR Education IV 3rd Privisional Company 7th Inf Regt, 3rd Inf Div. PA Fort William McKinley, Rlzal 24 September. 1956 Dear Editor: I missed Cebu City very much and for quite sometime now but many times more for a good man who, I learned only very recently, is there at the USC as a member of the greatly growing school faculty. I came across the name of my former mentor, Mr. VICENTE ESPIRITU, in an issue of THE CAROLINIAN which was shown to me by a former USC student now here In Manila. He was my principal at the Notre Dame College in San Fernando, Cebu, which previously was a branch of the CSC Ithen USC). Here I express my happiness In meeting once again my good mentor though only through the school organ's pages and extend him the best of regards. Very sincerely, ISgd.l FELIXBERTO E. CANOY 2nd Lieut. Infantry, Ex-O Japan Correspondence Club c/o Mrs. Osamu Takemura, 10, 2-Chome, Chodo, Fuse-City, Osaka, Japan Dear Sir, November 30, 1956 I hope you will not be embarrassed to receive a letter from a stranger. We, young people of Japan, are very repentant of the causeless war, and have borne sufferings and exerted all efforts to rebuild Japan on the devastated land. We learn a great deal from democracy, the spirit of which we want to spread all over Japan to make her a peaceful and democratic country. We boys and girls of High Schools, Colleges and members of Pen Pals Club 111-301 numbering about 5,000 consider It the best and shortest way for learning de mocracy that we correspond with them and have formed a group for the purpose. We do hope you will kindly forward our wishes to the students of your school, so that we can receive letters from your boys and girls who are willing to correspond with Japanese students. We shall be very much obliged if you could write something about us on your school paper, or send us letters, collected without cover, of them who desire to correspond with Japan. Please write about sex, age, hobbies, desires and etc., of an individual of the students. We shall never fail to answer. Looking forward to your kind assistance. Yours very sincerely, MRS. OSAMU TAKEMURA P.S. If possible, please send us picture/s of you. N ATIONALISM is the genuine feeling of unity between the citizens of a country." It is both good and bad. It is good when it is moder ated and bad, when abused. Mo deration is best learned with edu cation; abuse is mostly due to ignorance. The primary seat of education is the school while ig norance thrives in the school's backyards. Well-moderated nation alism is the springboard to national progress; abused nationalism is the gangway to national ruin. In the moderation of nationalism, the school plays an important part. If one walks in a complete dark ness, he may reach home but with much difficulty and perhaps with lumps on his head after bumping The Bole of the against one object after another. If he uses a torch, he will reach home without difficulty, seeing even the holes in his path. The torch is not a limitation but his guide. It does not make him pass this way or that, but it helps him see where he is going. It does not forbid him to jump into a ditch, but it only shows him that there is a ditch. In the dark pathways of life, we need a guide. A nation needs a guide, a torch to light its way and this torch is the school, a good school where there is a well-grounded education. The school, like religion, is not a limitation to the mind in its ascent into the heights of knowledge. It does not chip the mind's wings but on the contrary, it is not only an emporium of knowledge but also adds something important into it; something which enables the mind to see far beyond; something which makes the mind beware of socfring so high that it strikes the ceiling of pride and excess and falls down crushed and broken. This "some thing" is the sense of moderation. Sense of moderation is best known and taught in school. In the school are offered different subjects. In all these, we learn the destructive effect of excess and the gratifying result of moderation. In economics and sociology, for example, we Page 32 THE CAROLINIAN learn that too much liberalism in industry results in monopoly and destructive competition. In philoso phy, we are taught that an overdose of pessimism is fatal; an overdose of optimism is foolish. In history, we learn that too much nationalism is as destructive to a nation as too much wine is harmful to a man. Nationalistic intoxication clouds the nation's mind and makes it blind to the gaping precipice of national ruin ahead. The excessive nation alism of Germany, for example, led to its own disintegration. Germany now is a divided nation, a miserable tribute to and a sad reminder of, unbridled nationalism. Egypt, too, may taste its bitter fruit unless it puts a little foresight and reason il in nationalism by ROMULO ARTILLAGA to its nationalism in the present Suez Canal problem. All these, we can learn in school. They give a lesson to guide us in the future. The school's role, there fore, in the nationalism of a country is like a driver's role in a running automobile. It is a lighthouse to the destiny of a nation. It is the torch that lights the way towards national progress. It is a guide. USC'S HONOR ROLL (Continued from page 22) NORMAL COLLEGE FIRST YEAR Batiforra, Leonora........................ 1.31 Gantuangco, Felicidad.................. 1.73 Rosario Virgencita ...................... 1.77 SECOND YEAR Fernandez, Luciana...................... 1.27 Fuentes, Margarita...................... 1.34 Pen, Lainberta ............................. 1.42 THIRD YEAR Bacorta, Lina ............................... 1.04 Carbonilla, Amparo...................... 1.10 Camenforte, Zenaida .................... 1.45 FOURTH YEAR Santos, Benjamin.......................... 1.35 Garcia, Anania............................. 1.67 Vasquez, Aniceta ;........................ 1.74 (Continued on page 42) (77tumni * ‘CHIMES By Joe P. de la Riarte i | BOOK, they say, can be I judged by its cover, but it is judged : best by its contents. And by little analogy, the standard of a school can also be determined by its alumni or vice-versa. The record of (JSC's alumni who are in the field speak very well of the University. For many of her sons and daughters hold responsible positions in the public service and in well-known commercial establishments. This department keeps track of their achievements in the hope that they I will serve as an inspiration for those I who are to follow. Let us roll off I names now . . . From Ormoc City, our tipster, I Miss NORMA VALMORES, A.B. '56, j informed us that the PAZ sisters, | CORAZON and EPIFANIA are going j great guns where they are now. I Corazon, a BSE grad of class '53, I is now showing her know-how in one of the schools of Montebello, Kananga, Leyte; while Epifania, BSC '56, is a Demonstrator of the Philippine Refining Company. This must be some sort of a community service, Fanny, carry on the banner. From the very lips of WILLIE CABANILLA, we have been inform ed that ADELINE GUIBONE who, a year ago, sported a graduation dress to receive her B.S.E.ED. sheepskin, is now busy moulding the youth of Camiguin Island. She is assigned as classroom mentor of Hubangon Central School, Hubai ngon, Mahinog, Mis. Or. Willie also passed on the news that Deling I hurdled the recent Junior Teachers' j exams. Our belated kudos Ma'am. ■ If you set foot on Hinundayan, ! Leyte, you'll find out that Mrs. ! JOSEFINA L. PETILLA and Mrs. | CONCORDIA L. ALPUERTO, both | Education graduates, are imparting ' the 3 R's to the children of said I town. With their enthusiasm for i work, we are confident that they'll be successes in their own quiet ! ways. I This column would be incomplete i without the mention of our success| ful legal practitioners. So we are reeling them off to you. Among the younger set are Attorneys EMILIO LUMONTAD, JR., whose legal tongue catapulted him to high esteem, and BIENVENIDO JABAN, who successfully defended his Thesis for the degree of Master of Laws in the University of the Phil ippines. Ben belongs to Law Class '52. Here, he was tops in oratory and excelled in his practice, thanks to his golden tongue. That's the kind of man we picture him to be. Attorneys MARIANO NAJARRO and RAFAEL BELARMINO are connect ed with the International Harvester Co. as legal counsels. Designated as Justices of the Peace were At torneys VICENTE REQUILME, of Barili; NUMERIANO CARREON, of Ronda; TEODORO LIM, of Bantayan, all of Cebu province; and GIL VERGARA, of Kanlaon, Negros Oriental. Fiat justitia, ruat coelum. On the business side, our gra duates come out on top of the heap. Our genial and unassuming EU GENIO (Iti) TAN is juggling facts and figures in the Caltex Phil. His scholastic records speak for himself. ROMEO BISON, BSC '56, is also with the same firm as personnel clerk. Because of his mastery in office technique, coupled with his adaptability, Romy has more than proved his mettle. On the other side of the fence, we have TRIUMFO MAITIM and Atty. MAXIMINO G. V1LLARIN who are connected with the Shell Co. Triumfo, one-time clerk of the Re gistrar's Office, proved once and for all that his is some kind of Horatio Alger story. JOSE MAYOL, FLORA MANLOSA and AGUSTIN B. JAMIRO are making full use of their debit-credit lore in a shipping business in this city. Smooth sail ing, comrades! If you take time out at the USIS, you'll notice that it has much of the Carolinian atmosphere due to the presence of Mr. TEODORO MADAMBA and Mr. CRES BATIQUIN. These fellows are two USC alumni who can be relied upon. Cres is a frequent contributor to the Philip JANUARY, 1957 Page 33 pines Free Press; while Teddy was once a correspondent of the Manila Bulletin. From SISOY RUIZ, we got this interesting news: ELISEO PIEDAD, a BSE grad, is with the Assesor's office, this city. Am I right in hint ing at a decrease of assessment problems for Carolinians? Another alumnus who jettisoned his BSE sheepskin in favor of an office job is LINDY ORNOPIA. He's with the CEPOC in Tina-an, Cebu. Engr. TEODORO RUIZ is with the D.E.'s office as highway engineer. A hard-hitting and diligent Engineer, he is well-loved by his men. Speak ing of Engineers, we were able to track down an independent-minded Engineer from Bohol. He has sev eral constructions all over the Visayas and Mindanao. An ex-Army man, he knows how to handle men of different category which is pro bably one of the assets of his suc cess. His handle: Engr. JESUS D. ESCOBAL, a civil engineer. Hanging around is sometimes profitable, especially if it is done in the Library. It is not only a knowledge but is also a source of well-being. So that RESTITUTO BACALSO had very valid reasons when he turned down a teaching position in Mindanao and signed * A-LU-M-NO-TE-SCONGRATULATIONS For the past seven years, we’ve been keeping tab on the success of alumni who left USC’s portals to face a happy, waiting world. These fortunate indi viduals succeeded because of three things they are armed with, namely: courage, patience and perseverance. If you want names, they are: DR. TITA VELAYO, DR. FLOR BORROMEO and DR. LOURDES OMOLON, who hurdled the May exam for Medical practitioners. They were active in USC during their Pre-Med days. Tita and Flor are now working in the Southern Islands Hospital while Dr. Omolon is with the San Nicolas Hospital Staff. Cheerio! Congratulations are also in line for Miss AURORA B. LABITAN and Mr. PRUDENCIO CAMPOS for having successfully hurdled the board exam for Chemists. Both were signed up as laboratory instructors in Chemistry. CONDOLENCE The Carolinian staff requests all Carolinians to say a word of prayer for our alumni who passed away recently. They are MRS. NECISIA POQUITA, who met instantaneous death in a highway accident on her trip to Cotabato; the late MISS ROSARIO TAJODA, who finished her Pre-Nursing course in USC three years ago and MR. PLARIDEL ESTORCO a former law student. MAY THEIR SOULS REST IN PEACE! up for a stint in the Cebu City Pu blic Library where he works as one of the assistant librarians. With him in the same boat is NENITA COLINA. Another active Carolinian who loves library work is Mrs. RICARDA SANCHEZ, incharge of our Girls' High School Library. Jolly and convivial, she is the girl stu dents' favorite Ma'am . . . RUFO RUSIANA is with the fa culty staff of the Girls' High. In telligent and energetic, Mr. Rusiana's first love is teaching. And he's happily at it! Last item comes from lovable and congenial VIRGINIA APARTE. She gave us quite a lift by telling us the whereabouts of some Carolinians. She reports that her friends are happily employed in different firms in the city. They are TRANQUILINO ODEVILAS who works with the Cebu Cartage; BOB ABAO, DAHLIA CADELL, DICK APARTE and MAR COS ESCOBER who are with the International Harvester. LYDIA ANGCOG is with the del Rosario Bros., and FLOR DALOCANOG aside from being the secretary of Fr. Rector, is also handling some subjects in the Commerce Depart ment. Congrats, Flor . . . Credit also goes to TERET ARANAS without whose assistance this column would have had less personalities. 3s> | The JPIA and USC’s Commerce Department • by CLOMEN M. VERALLO | The jpa means the Junior Phili ippine Institute of Accountants. It | was a pet project of Miss A. Rodil, : (herself a member of the Philippine i Institute of Accountants, Cebu Chap ter,) long conceived, and now formed into a breathing reality. It is formed to make accounting students more conscious of their academic responsibilities and to help bring down the high mortality among the aspirants to the sublime profession of Certified Public Ac countancy. It is formed to act as a guiding hand in terms of lectures given now and then, pamphlets containing new tax re gulations affecting accountancy in general, books of the latest edition to compete with the library of the examiner. The school library has an extenI sive collection of rare books. It i contains numerous books on Law, | Engineering, Philosophy, Literature, l etc., of the latest editions; but, it is : lamentable to say that, as regards ' Accounting, what it has are only ; a few antiquated editions. Maybe this is primarily because, according to the recent census conducted by library personnel, the Commerce department, which supposedly has the highest number of enrolment, I has the latest number of students who enter the library. The Junior j PIA enters here. The club proposes to petition the administration to conI sider the idea of buying more books I of the latest editions to help the needy Accounting students, espe cially the C.P.A. reviewees, in their review. The Accounting Majors have va rious qualms as regards the actual practice of Accounting. They are meeting more theory than practice j in school life. Unlike Pharmacy which requires actual apprentice ship, or Engineering for that matter, which gives students the opportunity to tinker with machines and motors, Accounting offers no more than theories to students. There are of course a handful of exceptions. The (Continued on page d!>) 1’age 34 THE CAROLINIAN nm D®^@© ©a©® © 1 ® Q D □ Q q] Q Q D ® ofl 1 —— by lourdes v. jaramilla like an indian serenade that rises softly to awakening the deep slumber of a memory to remembrance, the arrival of the new year into this world, old yet ever new, steals silently to surprise us with the consciousness that the year we've been so used to calling "now" is gone, we rub our eyes but we see the calendar bears the un questionable concreteness of a tangible date that was never there before, where has yesterday fled? today is just the same day before, but once is a forgotten time, each day is a part of eternity. . . as much a milestone in the infinite timelessness as creation itself. . . one day. . . today. . . 24 precious hours more to live. . . alive among the world of the living. . . one more chance to plan my destiny. . . another opportunity to breathe again under the wide arch of God's blue sky. . . who can ask for more when so many hove less than that? in everyone of us lies a veil of no-man's land, the illusion that obscures the real we. there is in each of us a dual we. one is our impersonal calm, that day-to-day exterior we seem to meet each day as though it was nothing but simply another day to get over with, another is the soul behind the face. . . the living heart stripped of that thin veneer of civilized nonchalance, this is we in our sober moments, our creative spirit, our responsive side. and no man ever really penetrates the soul of a kindred spirit unless one loves — the platonic love of empathy that rises above all selfishness of ego, to enter the secret world of a fellow being, but this is so alien in our times where we see nothing beyond our noses. . . in all of us there is the hidden mystery of true personality and if we could only "reach" the soul, we can read in it the same elemental human aspirations that have remained ever changeless from history's beginning. . . there is a little of a poet in each of us; only its ro mance is never appreciated because it lies too deep in us that so very few succeed in ever really giving it concrete expression, all of us have an affinity with the world's poets in the sense that we have had the same ideas and feelings, only that they say them better and clearer! students sit before a teacher day in and day out, semester after semester, but that is no guarantee they know each other pretty well by now. every mentor knows the secret blankness of his students' faces. . . . knowing them so much and so little! what's in a name anyway? what lies beneath the surface and the show, the human (Continued on page 4-1) Youth Social Action: The Answer To Age-Old Distrust (Continued from page to be. Is this what we call pru dence? Or is prudence a mere arm chair that easily degenerates into weakness and lethargy? Our youth does not seek to fight for emanci pation. They want to do something more positive than that. They look up to you, not for your distrust and cynicism, but for guidance, for wis dom and, above all, for inspiration. Young communists are trained, through hard work and study, to be come leaders in the movement. Are we to believe that it is impossible to find young Catholics with equal capabilities and with equal spirit of dedication? State universities pre pare their students for career life. When shall our Catholic schools pre pare their students for lifetime apos tolate THROUGH their chosen careers? USC NEWS (Continued from page LUGAY HEADS ARCHDIOCE SAN CENTRAL COUNCIL Mr. Rafael Lugay, Jr., president of the USC SCA and concurrently vice-president of the Archdiocesan i Central Council recently assumed ! the presidential post vacated by the I incumbent president who resigned. Mr. Lugay proceeded to reorganize the said council and patch up se veral loopholes left by the outgoing administrator. Meanwhile, Miss Betty B. AntoI nio took over the presidency of the I USC SCA unit. (Coat'd on page :? ) Mr. RAFAEL LUGAY President, Cebu Archdiocesan Central Council JANUARY, 1957 Page 35 ★ SPORTS * * by ROSS ESCOBER FOLLOWING Eladio Villa is perhaps the smallest gym to accommodate a major league tournament, its absolute capacity is slightly less than three thousand. When 7,000 determined fans try to get in a 2,500-capacity stadium, the temperature hits the ceiling. And so do the prices and the tempers. Plus the fact that an ordinary Carolinian rooter makes more noise than other spectators, the actual capacity of the gym is raised to the nth degree. But the discomfort is ignored to the annoyance of the management. The exploits of the Warriors are even more incredible than those of their partisan crowd. Good, bad and fantastic, they have become a part of the U's colorful background. The muddled idiosyncracies of the crowd are forgotten as soon as the team takes the hardcourt. The team is managed and coached by Juan "Dodong" Aquino and has been, in his honor, named "DUDS". In the years before Dodong's hands touched the team, he played with the Warriors, vintage 1948, the National Champions then. The fans cater to Dodong and, in some instances, there have been signs that the feeling is mutual. But to the ordinary student, the team is a beloved Dud when it wins and then a plain unadulterated D.u.d. when it throws a game. Carolinians who have the screwy instinct of a bird-dog have followed the Warriors as religiously as a salmon fights its way up-river. Cham pion in the wacky dealings is a Warrior named Max "Republican" Pizarras who, when asked by the father confessor of the team. Rev. Fr. Bernard Wrocklage, "How are you? hurled the challenge with, "Still single, Father." During the CCAA championship game with CIT, where San Carlos won by a one-point dent, someone upstairs carelessly hanged his shirt over the railing with the result that during the hottest part of the game, the shirt plummeted down to someone else's lap. The victim simply looked up and inquired, "where are the pants?" USC's devotees of La Noopla had some moments of ecstasy when the team won the Cup. Last year, when some wayward wind blew it across to some other school, USC's bleachers were as deserted as a cemetery without giaves. The school organ did its best by giving out a sports issue, reminiscent of better days. There's only one way lo describe the state the Green and Gold fans are in now. . . they're not here; they are up there floating lazily over some cloud, pinching their ears in disbelief. "Where's Charley?" Point to that stone symbol; its there, but its rooter's wares are off somewhere. The reason for the Warriors' mounting number of followers is not hard to find. People like them because they don't do things lightly. They lose hard but they win even harder. This year San Carlos was second fiddle to the defending champ from start to finish and then the final gun announced the result that was the talk of the town for many days. Danny Deen, the team's captain is a class by himself. A smooth foul-baiting gent, he also is a superlative hustle-dazzle kid. Doring "Shorty" Canizares is another man with spectacular marks on his rebounds and shooting. When he gets in the game, nobody knows, including himself, what he will do, but always comes out as busy as a cash register on Christmas. (Continued on page J>!>) SHOOT & SHOUT with Ross The constant stream of players thrown into the game during its crucial periods belies the fact that one man can be depended on. Much can be said of boys becoming men and vice-versa and, consequently, of nervous athletes de veloping into fine court buddies. The University's team, an old hand at losing and winning the CCAA pennant, de monstrated to the public that rating by press ballyhoos are to be ignored and the standard of men and plays are a sure bet to count on. Some hold that the whole works are done by the sweat guys on the court, the coach ing not having anything to do with victory or loss. This assertion, after all that has been said and done, crumbles on its face. The basketeers started finely by beat ing three rated teams to submission, much to the disgust of everyone who took side bets. With the strength of the team up every second, it became widely accepted that if there was a team to beat, the reigning lord San Carlos was "it"! During the Cebu stint of the Olympicbound team, the Warriors had the first taste of scalping its closest rival, the CIT Wildcats, defending champs. They slaughtered the Wildcats as an offering to the god of sport. Yeah, the Wildcats, with hides on the floor crying for thirty stitches. They demon strated again their ability to beat that team by licking it to a frazzle thrice in a row. it Everyone now had the chance to-see the spunk of the much under-rated team climb an up-hill battle. It was a noseholding affair when coaches and referees met to ease the tension created after every game. The rival teams took on new color with their respective coaches as the keenest competitors. (Continued on page 39) Page 36 THE CAROLINIAN COUP USC______ News (Continued from pane 35) CAROLINIANS FROM NEGROS AND PANAY ORGANIZED The Negros Occidental and Panay Carolinians Association, better known as the NOPACA, was form- ■ ally organized during the first meet- | ing held at the projection room of | the University of San Carlos re- I cently. Mr. Samuel B. Fabroz of Cala- I trava, Negros Occidental, was elect- ' Mr. Samuel B. Fabroz President. NOPACA by ADELINO B. SITOY DE GRACE ed president, vice Mr. Jose V. Arias : (USC Registrar) who was last year's president. He is a sopho- : more in the College ol Law, and a I senior associate editor of the CA ROLINIAN. He is being boasted : as a candidate for the presidency i of the association composed of stu- I dents from Negros Occidental and j Panay representing different univ- - ersities and college here. ' Other officers elected follow: Gre- ! gorio R. Andres, 1st vice-president; Eliseo Montinola, 2nd vice-president; Rita Palma and Thelma Bedonia, secretaries; Erlinda Casco and Mary Lou Lopez, treasurers; Joaquin Le desma and Filomena Sodevilla, auditors; Juan Suner and Juan Lo pez, press relations officers; Benja min Dumdum and Ramon San Agus tin, Jr., business managers; Rogelio Soleto, Rodney Lopez, Sotico Lamela, Jr., Leopoldo Tuberes, and Benny Agravante, sgt.-at-arms. — G.R.A. • At the outset, the world honestly thought that savages had al ready disappeared with the vanishing age of beasts. But the world was unfortunately wrong. Entirely wrong. Russia, just recently, un cloaked herself out of her civilized veneer, unmasked herself for what she really is and more than proved that beastliness is not a property of the past alone but of the present, too. Over a million liberty-loving Hungarians merely asked for freedom. Russia butchered more than 20,000 of them: children, women, daughters, mothers, sons, fathers, and all! Their only crime: they dared ask for freedom! Nevertheless, the Hungarians were not scared. The strong fought with arms; the workers staged a country-wide strike; the weak fled to take refuge in some other land. But Russian brutalities did not end. The Russians continued to kill and kill. . . harassing the fighters, deporting what they called "reactionaries" into Siberia, shooting the refugees, chasing them even beyond the borders of the neighboring nations. The Russians are eating the Hungarian people; the Russians are drinking their blood. The Russians are beasts! brutes! savages! They must be stopped; the barbarians must pay. Those who died for free dom must be avenged. • Newspaper headlines: Teachers' Exam Set Today BARE LEAKAGE IN YESTERDAY'S EXAM CPA Test Held Today CPA TEST QUESTIONS LEAK OUT 10,000 Take General Clerical Exam Today LEAKAGE IN GENERAL CLERICAL EXAM CONFIRMED The country seems to be suffering from a leakage fever nowadays. It is really a great shame on the part of Juan de la Cruz reluctantly but necessarily to admit before our foreign visitors that this govern ment is crook-infested. Dishonesty is already an everyday parlance; honesty is news. • Speaking of jaywalking, I believe this University should adopt its own anti-jaywalking ordinance. Not just a few students jaywalk themselves, with that ease and unconcern unparalleled in the annals of this school's history, on their way to and from the classrooms. Consequently, traffic in the corridors and lobby are always snarled. The already noisy atmosphere worsens when the glib talkers (loosetongued women, especially) declare their holiday. . . blocking the way while laughing and scratching each other... amidst the jam brought about by the lazy flow of the crowd. Ergo: a law against jaywalking should be enforced inside the school; a special traffic policeman should be assigned to solve the traffic mess. • This seems to be the age of gangs. The walls here are ganginfested. Very often, these gangs beat the wrong gong at night as witness the recent stoning of USC's glass windows. Next time, fellows, please use bread not stones! • Every law student here knows that the law library faces the sun morning and afternoon. Further, that because of the library's peculiar location, both librarians and library browsers are at the mercy of the sweltering heat inside it. One student who could not hold his feelings any longer heaved a very long sigh of hope that the administration, somehow and someday, may come to realize how badly this library needs at least one electric fan of a ventilator of any sort. Another, however, was quick to remark: "Que serd, sera!" JANUARY, 1957 Page 37 Cdt. Lt. Col. Cesar Ursal Cdt. Major Teresito Escario SEMI-TACTICAL INSPECTION Military minds ol this school are once more jockeying the best men to fill responsible positions for the inspection tentatively schedule for December the 12th. The names of cadets concerned have already been posted in the bulletin beard to apprise them of their coming load. With two STARS already in tow, ihe boys face heavy responsibilities occasioned by the retention drive FAMILIARIZATION TRIP The footloose attitude of our doughboys came to the fore on the last month of the first semester with a ten-mile trek to the south. A bunch of weary men came back with foot-blisters, sun-burned and generally in a fatigued condition but otherwise happy. Some amateur soldier advanced the opinion that the hike was good for his health. Of course, he was lying. I saw him! by Ross Escober AN OUTSIDE ACT OF THE ROTC DEPARTMENT The YLAC festival had its day up with ROTC Sponsor Cdtte. Col. Annie Ratcliffe as its dream girl. She was escorted by equally dreamy cadets from this school. The snickers heard around was that some guy from that department contributed heavily to the vote that decided somethina. OF MEN AND MUSIC Cdt. Capt. Ireneo Tupaz is one man who likes his music soft but c.therwise confesses that he'd 'rather do the rock 'n' roll than tag a band around some plaza. There is also Cdt. Major Teresito Escario who heartily confesses that where music is concerned, some skirts are just dreamy, right for the maestro's music. Such unmilitary thoughts! THE OFFICERS' BOOTS Some men are filled with brains while others are filled with just a THE CAROLINIAN lot ol enthusiasm and brawns. The difference here is that while the brain has to sit down and smoke in some cool shade, the determined enthusiastic individual drums up his breast with pontifical gestures to make his instructions sensible to his dunderheads even though he knows next to nothing about what he's saying. Talks are around that some instructors just mumble a lot of gibberish memorized from cook books to make it appear that they are talking sense. Of course these cadets may be prejudiced. THE RE-ORGANIZATION The back-to-school sojourn of the more eager beavers was not easy. Just after writing down their inten tion to join the amateur army, some lame officers began shoving them about, taking their liberties from them by transferring them to some other units. But that's what they call re-organization. Just to have something more palatable than sword drills. THE WHITE SKIRTS The pulchritudinal section of the long toms are getting easy rest this year, with the tactical inspection as the only sitting operation they have to undergo. The boys expect the ladies to be present with them in their hours of trial. The whitebereted ladies of the corps will again present some cheerful sight to the public when they take to the inspection stand during the tactical period. SEASON'S SPIRIT The idea that this Christmas feel ing should be with us throughout the year is the best that can be suggested through this brief. For give and forget mistakes, shake and smile and rattle your teeth privately at your own shadows. Guys who have encountered fisticuffs during training days should hope that when things go wrong, some cool head with a big heart will be there to ease the tempers up. . JANUARY, 1957 Cdt. Major Gavino Palacio SHOOT AND SHOUT Cdt. Major Cesar Lumapas (Continued from p«f/c JG) All is gone now. The sporting public has conceded the fact that ours is a team to beat, to bet on, and above all a superlative combination of men. I had the chance of seeing three most valuable players grow up with the team. If there were any nomination for the three hottest players this se mester, undoubtedly the names of "Republican Max" Pizarras, "Hercules" Balodoy Borromeo and Doring "Shorty" Canizares would be high on my list. Their contribution to the game cannot be rated by what the scorebook shows. Their court abilities contributed much to the success of this team. Counting out names in all fairness, last year’s men did themselves better this year. There is Rogado, Deen, Reynes, and Galdo; but in my notes, the first three War riors named achieved a near perfect harmony with the rest of the team. With this goes a whispered gratitude to Dame Luck for giving us the Crown. There is Manila yet for the boys to conquer. But counting everything else, win or lose, the team will uphold its traditional emblem: WARRIORS. And there is a bit of promise that this crown with us will be boarding our frat house for a long ... long time. Cdt. 1st Lt. Emiliano Macapaz, Jr. THE JPIA AND USC’s ... (Continued from page Ji) Junior PIA proposes to have a Placement and Apprenticeship Bu reau wherein deserving students will have an opportunity (with fa vorable reference from the Junior PIA) to apply their classroom know how. In a recent election, Miss A. Rodil set aside the traditional quietude of Commerce Department elections when she kindled the minds ol some politically-conscious Accounting Majors to put up a fight between the Seniors and the Juniors. Surprisingly enough, more than was expected did answer. The balloting for no minations ensued and the first three highest voted for nominations of the respective offices were considered as official candidates. This was conducted by the Committee on (Continued on page 17) Page 39 Mr. Gregorio R. Andres According to Bishop Fulton J. Sheen, there arc two extreme views con cerning the United Nations: bigotry against it and fanaticism for it. He wrote that there arc those who can see nothing but evil in the United Nations, who believe that it ought to be abolished since it is used only as a sounding board for Russian propaganda and because it has not established peace in the world. He minimized this view by saying that these men forget the good that the U.N. has accomplished, such as the withdrawal of Soviet troops from Iran, the support and help it gave to Greece to rid itself of Communist aggression, and also the financial aid that it gave to the distressed peoples of the world. The War in the Middle East triggered by the Suez Canal conflict con fronts the integrity of the United Nations. These questions are often asked: Would the integrity of the United Nations be doomed if such War continues without the U.N. having settled it? Is the United Nations, at this stage, a failure? How much faith have its members, especially small nations like the Philippines, on the assurance that they will enjoy security against foreign aggression? Should the U.N. pack up or stay? • Mr. GREGORIO R. ANDRES. Col lege of Liberal Arts and Sciences, says: "The hope for peace of the teeming millions of freedom-loving peoples was bolstered when free nations of the world created an able-bodied organization known as the United Nations Organization. Its main purpose of existence is de dicated to the maintenance of world peace and security by promoting friendly relations among nations. We should be thankful that the U.N. never lost its hope and never failed to show what it could do to uphold the doctrine of world peace. Instead, it has ferreted out impend ing threats which could have been another cause for the start of a global War. The hostilities that clogged the peace of Palestine, In donesia, and Greece were all paci fied by the endeavor of the United Nations through cease-fire and armistice agreements. In the case of Hungary, a logical step lor the attainment ol peace is being under taken so that the Hungarians may once again regain their shackled freedom. So to say, the United Nations Organization really deserves the name: an instrument for inter national peace and security." • Mr. PETRONIO ROA. College of Commerce, says: "As far as main tenance of international peace and security is concerned, the United What Do You Conducted by SAMUEL B. FABROZ Nations Organization is a failure. This is due to the fact that major powers who are so-called members of the U.N. don't cooperate in giv ing effect to the authority of the Organization in achieving peaceful settlement or adjusting disputes. Small member nations seem to be deprived ol the security they had hoped to achieve through it because of the U.N.'s inability to put an end to wranglings or to prevent the use of force. It is true that in Palestine, In donesia and Kashmir, the U.N. played a significant role in bringing fighting to an end. But on the Korean question, which is supposed to be more dangerous, the United Nations Organization was practi cally unable to take positive and advantageous steps to end the War. This failure could be attributed to the fact that the U.N. is adopting systems which are in effective, so to say. Control by the Organiza tion over its member, especially fhe big powers, is loose. By the system it has adopted and is still adopting, member states seem to be placed under no legal obligation to respect agreements and proposals mutually contracted. Therefore, it is but necessary that there be a complete revision of the Charter of the United Nations, particularly the provisions on col lective defense." i Mr. Petronio Roa Page 40 THE CAROLINIAN (Miss) Marietta Egay Think tion; there is, instead, everything to gain." • Miss NORMA N. SAZON, Normal College, says: ”1 believe that the United Nations Organization is hall-failure and half-successful as an instrument for international peace and security. It seems that the UNO has no power at all to use its collective force to deter or sup press encroachments. The reason could be partly that mutual agree ments among members impose no legal obligation for each country to respect each other. If there is such an imposition, it has been voided by repeated acts of aggression. Settle ment of disputes are not primarily directed toward encouraging parties to the conflict to agree to cessation of hostilities and to refrain from provocative acts. They are merely appeased. This may be one of the many reasons why the U.N. was a failure in all its attempt to accom plish the very purpose of its ex istence. What is needed, there fore, is an increase in the U.N.'s (Miss) Norma Sazon ganda. The United Nations Organ ization as an instrument for peace is, therefore, a flop." (Continued on page .',U) • Miss MARIETTA EGAY, College of Law, says: "When we speak of world peace, we must of necessity speak of United Nations Organiza tion. World peace is the organiza tion's chief reason for being. Since its formative years of existence, it cannot be denied that the U.N. has done its part in promoting friendly relations among nations all over the world. International disputes have been minimized through the meas ures undertaken by the U.N. just for and in the name of the great cause, international peace. The present chaos on the rivalry over the use of the Suez Canal is another problem which the United Nations is seriously trying to tackle. It is for that reason that it is exert ing every effort to deliberate how to put an end to the conflict in due time. Many countries the world over have benefited from the assistance rendered by the U.N. since it was created. That's why membership in it is sought by nations all over the world. Every year member states are growing in number. It can be said that nothing can be lost through membership of this noble organizaAbout The United Nations As An Instrument For Peace? armed force to cope with the threats of recalcitrant member-nations." • Miss PETAL AMODIA, College of Pharmacy, says: "The atmosphere which prevailed from the time the United Nations Organization was created up to the present time is indicative of the inability of the Or ganization to wipe out conflicts be tween countries. As of today, I think it erroneous to say that the U.N. is successful in maintaining peace and security all over the world. The United Nations' attempt to contain communist aggression against free countries of the world does not get the best results. A number of countries have already been eaten up and are now under communist control. The United Nations Organization, instead, is used by Russia as the main target of attack for communist propa- (Miss) Petal Amodia JANUARY, 1957 1’age 41 MON trench by Ross Escober We were entertaining happy thoughts in our office when the telephone rang. Somebody was asking if there was any shooting war afoot. We told the man to calm down as to the best of our knowledge a ceasefire of some sort had been worked out in Egypt. A little later, the phone jangled again and this time the man at the other end asked us to better come home or else there'd be............ Duelling has come to the Philippines with some refinement. The weapon used is of recent age and its effective ness depends much on the skillful hand ling of its master. The foil, pistol and other conventional weapons of yore are now spoken of in the past tense. And just because some Filipinos have come up with the idea that workhorse of PI progress, the "JEEP", is some weapon. In Manila recently, some irate drivers tried to take each other's lives by ram ming their jeeps into each other, till one was hauled up to a hospital, and the other was hied to the police slation. There is within our staff a man who fancies himself a philosopher. He leans heavily on logic and spends hours ra tionalizing anything that comes within his purview. I wouldn t have divulged this but that guy actually has come to look at me as though I were a labora tory specimen of some sort. A well known soap and perfume manu facturer once had a slogan contest run thru this country and smart aleck sug gested that the appropriate slogan would be "If you don’t use our soap, for goodness sake, use our perfume." Students now-a-days show much in dependent thinking as evidenced by this terse sentence written as the after thought of a library browser. "Views expressed herein are my own and not necessarily those of the text-book." Some studes are just hard to beat. A friend of mine says he had a hilarious experience during his last bus ride when a lady across him, after he had been chewing gum a long time, said: "You must speak more clearly, man, I am quite deaf." USC’s HONOR ROLL. (Continued from, page 33) SECRETARIAL DEPARTMENT Ciisologo, Myrna ......................... 1.218 Abao, Luzpura ............................. 1.31 Canceko, Cora............................... 1.32 Regis, Paz .................................... 1.31!) (Miss) Myrna Crisologo Secretarial HOME ECONOMICS DEPARTMENT FIRST YEAR Tan, Dolores ................................. 1.30 Cabucos, Victoria .......................... 1.48 Panares, Leticia ........................ 1.56 SECOND YEAR Cruz, Felicula ...................... Bonsubre, Elsa ................... Pung, Lydia......................... THIRD YEAR Villanwr, Milagros........................ 1.10 Lambo, Jocelyn............................. 1.50 Gonzales, Teresita ........................ 1.54 3 Carolinicma • • • (Continued from front inside cover) • We think that the partisan crowds at the Eladio Villa Gym are responsible for some of the dirty games during the CCAA basketball season. If teams could only play in the same friendly spirit that the USC and CIT faculty teams "scalp" each other, there would be less calories wasted at the Gym. And, if the spectators were more civil. • It is our hope that the ROTC top hats be more just to their press relations officer. After what he has done for the organization, well. . . Work on this issue was just about as frenzied as a typical four o'clock rush. The deadline caught us with our editorial denims down and so we had to make the most out of the pittance that came to us in the guise of contributions. But of course, we were also lucky to receive some materias which, happily enough, were well written. Cesar Villa's "The IntrurruF der" is a dilly of a story which (JIN THE begins with a bottle of beer and PLATTER ends with a shuteye. Believe you us but it is a very interesting piece of prose. Congressman Miguel Cuenco honors us with his article on "Catholicism and the Hungarian Revolt." His piece rings with the authority of one who has the master's grasp on historical events. A vigorously impassioned appeal to the youth is the gist of Marietta Alonso's fine masterful piece. In her "Youth Social Action," she displays a kind of youth leadership that would be well for us to have and to hold. "Three Heroes and a Story" is so vividly written that when we read it, we imagined we were riding on Old Faithful in spite of her inar ticulate protests. The other articles are good reading, too, and we hope you'll feel the same way about them. Page 42 THE CAROLINIAN CIVIL ENGINEERING FIRST YEAR Liin, Antonio ............................... 1.683 SECOND YEAR Salgado, Ligaya ........................... 1.445 Briones, Democrito........................ 1.81 ARCHITECTURE FIRST YEAR Oppus, Oscar ............................... 1.609 Ouano, Cecilia ............................. 1.89 Mr. Vicente Bendanille, Jr. Chem. Eng. CHEMICAL ENGINEERING FIRST YEAR Plaza, Rolando ............................ 1.701 Amoves, Alfredo........................... 1.747 SECOND YEAR Serrato, Jesus ............................... 1.38 Espina, Raul ................................. 1.675 Cabatingan, Danilo ...................... 1.695 THIRD YEAR Bendanillo, Vicente ...................... 1.675 Mayol, Lydia................................. 1.75 FOURTH YEAR Castro, Calixto ............................. 1.715 Limbaga, Illuminado .................... 1.780 ELECTRICAL ENGINEERING Alvor, Virgilio ............................. 1.311 Odulio, Edmundo .......................... 1.733 MECHANICAL ENGINEERING FIRST YEAR Jomuad, Agerico ........................ 1.577 Lim, Manuel ................................. 1.746 Quejada, Rodulfo......................... 1.795 SECOND YEAR Malicay, Norberto ........................ 1.313 Codera, Isidro............................... 1.53 Tapao, Mateo ............................. 1.63 THIRD YEAR Lipardo, Gerardo .......................... 1.38 Corazo, Eugenio ........................... 1.55 Mar, Ildefonso ............................. 1.994 FOURTH YEAR Intong, Cayetano .......................... 1.457 Jorgio, Emmanuel ...................... 1.607 Floreto, Ray ......... .................... 1.723 (Continued on page 44) ramblings in lowercase (Coat’d from page 35) personalities behind the glamour? . . . viva san carlos! . . . champion in basketball. . . one more trophy, on inanimate artistry of bronze that hints remotely of the spirit that won an intercollegiate cham pionship under the liegeship of a man who had faith in his co-players. another pennant which is enough cause for chest expansion could turn the head of an athlete less enriched with the security of such human accidents as the beaux yeaux, background and talent of danilo deen, captain of the san carlos winning varsity team. . . the 21-gun salute may never boom for a student cadet even if he's a lieutenant colonel in the ascendancy of rank but the man behind the insignia rates a round or two of snappy hand salutes to this winning soldier, felipe "pepe" labucay, corps commander of the san carlos rote corps. . . nothing we say or do is ever really lost for we are all involved in humanity and become more or less the persons we were meant to be by every human contact no matter how briefly, distantly or disinterestedly. . . how little we know the people who cross our paths daily, how easily forgotten the fleeting chance acquaintances who slide in and out of our lives, how but for the curious workings of chance we would have completely missed the challenge of a whole new personality. . . have we a right to like or dislike a complete stranger we hardly know from adam at the first instance of knowing nothing more than his name and that he is alive and going to shore our private little world for a brief time? . . to a new student from heavenonly-knows-what obscure school in a still more obscure province, his first days in the crowded university are his loneliest and any casual word from a classmate is nothing short of a beatitude, why should you then wonder why the moments of recognition at chance collisions in the labyrinths of san carlos, the friendly smile from across the room, the quick sympathy-"are you sad?” in blue moods are so ter ribly important to a bewildered and lost newcomer? these are the | scattered unobtrusive pollens of felicity that will take lasting roots in the wayside soil where they have fallen. it such is the personality dynamism translated by oscar abella, president of the liberal arts supreme council. . . what does anyone of us know of the persons who sit behind or in front of us in our different classes? she sat beside me all through english 7 but she was so quiet we never dreamed even remotely that we had been rubbing elbows with a golden-voiced singer—lourdes navidad who thrilled us with her Spanish lyrics in the pre-law oratorical tilt. . or the big surprise of asuncion casenas who ran away with the gold medal in declamation. . . we have a classmate not much different from everybody else except by the pure possession of his own name, we knew nothing about j him except that he speaks very beautiful english and that he never omits that "thank you” when he asks for ink or paper, he has a very shy smile and the curious mannerism of lapsing into silence at odd moments, we will like him for what he is simply because he is nobody else but himself, later we learned he had studied abroad for some years to thaw his mind from the shock of seeing his father killed before his eyes by the japanese. the horror had blasted his young mind and his family had fallen all over themselves to grant [ his every wish in compensation, an only son and an heir to a fortune he is studying music—devoting his whole life to beauty because he had seen so much ugliness while so young. . . and yet we would have preferred not to know this part of his life just yet because it some how, whether one admits it or not, tips the scale of our interest fa vorably to his side, coloring our first impression of him with an un deserved romantic angle which he has no hand in now that he is merely a student, after all, we are always glad to accept people for themselves alone, that is why it is so disappointing when we meet a new friend who gives us his vital statistics, accomplishments, ambi tions as well as family background at the first introduction when all we are interested in is the person as he is. with this kind of set-up it is very hard to evaluate him for what we find in him—to form an initial judgment subject to revision as the person begins to reveal himself as he really is—pure and unadulterated, we can't help the (Continued on page 44) JANUARY, 1957 Page 43 USC’s HONOR ROLL ramblings in lower case (Co>iti>iac<l from page 4->) uncharitable idea that students who rush information that his father owns a hospital in the south or that her mother is a cousin thrice removed of a senator or that he had been president of this and that are dogged by a persistent inferiority complex and unconsciously base their importance on past successes or worse—on his family's prestige which he had nothing to do with in the first place. 5 sooner or later we can draw a more or less accurate sketch of a person's character in small dribbles—fragments of a conversation, unexpected bursts of confidence, mannerisms, attitudes and opinions in those unguarded moments when we are free to be ourselves—mere strangers of diverse backgrounds who meet in a classroom with no thing in common but the same purpose of earning three units in a subject, a classroom is a battlefield where we all stand along — sink or die — strictly on our merits, here where we're simply just one of the crowd, we can rise from anonymity, out of the ranks by sheer guts. hand in gloves with every student's desire to get ahead is also his innate longing to be accepted by the right people. . . or anybody! there is great loneliness prevailing, none of the flippancy of intel lectual pride or pseudo-college jargon disguised as smart slang or in witty parlance "highbrow-ism", the standard equipment of every college oaf these days, can refute that, actually it takes so very little to win a friend and yet none of us bothers to take the initiative to scale the defensive barriers set up by a lonely classmate who is only too willing to strip it down if only you'd let him! does anyone know the trying position of being accepted and yet not quite. . . of being part of it and yet outside it. . . to stay on the fringes of a crowd suffering the crushing disappointment of being unloved and unwanted? we'll never know how nice a person is unless we give him a chance, people are wonderful, if you only know them! darie turiaga's lilting "hi" is enough encouragement for us to keep goin' the rest of the day, in much the same vein that eddie tojong I fts our spirit with a gay wave. . . or marina caylan and cecilia paz's infectious good humor. . . or ben alonto's everlasting bag of jokes. . . the never failing smile of paz montallana and lindy malimas. . . the politeness of lolita echivarre. . . the out-of-this-world adjectives of lively peggy webb velarde. . . and nena butalid's concern for her friends is so sweet. . . there is no substitute for thoughtfulness! a bit of interest in someone else other than ourselves goes a very long way. a book we share. . . a movie we both like. . . a pen we borrow. . . all are po tential touchstones for the beginning of an enduring relationship— that "eternal breathless dead and undying moment" of mind meeting the mind, heart meeting heart, and personality meeting personality, out of a communion of spirit is born that fresh new discovery that although we've known each other for ages, we're just ’beginning to know each other. . . jose "lito" baso, at first glance a true study of a child of our times — easygoing and bored. . . but we know another "lito" looking for a star. . . ramon "monette" san agustin jr, another typical cowboy. . but we know he always gives the best he has (him self) to the cause of the pre-law organization, the SCA. . and "any thing i can do?" to The Grail, the liberal arts student paper. . . cesar villa, portrait of a young man looking for his identity, devil-maycare, footloose and fancy-free, drifting from day to day for the heck of it. . . admits a deeper need for a philosophy of life — telling us," i am not so much looking for happiness as seeking for what it is ". . . isn't this the same fundamental pursuit of every man upon this earth where confusion and bewilderment follow like shadows upon his footsteps? much of our unhappiness stems from our fruitless chasing for happiness instead of the search for what happiness is. the dual approach to the same quest spells the difference between heaven or earth or a private hell, happiness means to each one where he has found it. for it is always a personalized fulfillment, a reality we find, whether it be a rosebud, the laughter of a child, the (Coutinaetl on page 4~>) (Contniaed from page COLLEGE OF PHARMACY FIRST YEAR Villaluz, Perla ............................. 1.24 Kuizon, Leticia ............................. 1.39 Conol, Lilia .................................. 1.46 Yu, Rosita .................................... 1.46 SECOND YEAR Mascarinas, Fe............................. 1.22 Marbella, Josephine .................... 1.41 Patalinghug, Carmen .................. 1.53 THIRD YEAR Garcia, Lourdes ........................... 1.32 Lebumfacil, Clara......................... 1.38 Almodal, Virginia......................... 1.76 FOURTH YEAR Chew, Rcmedios ........................... 1.39 Gador, Shirley ............................. 1.67 Lu, Engracia................................. 1.70 COLLEGE OF EDUCATION FIRST YEAR Quiro), Estrella............................. 1.09 Gorduiz, Juanita........................... 1.32 Revita, Aurelia............................. 1.81 SECOND YEAR Yap, Rosario................................. 1.34 Ongtawco, Julieta ........................ 1.65 Alinurung, Celerina...................... 1.78 THIRD YEAR Dakay, Concepcion ...................... 1.21 Daludo, Ma. Salvacion ................ 1.33 Varquez, Eden............................... 1.60 (Miss) Rosario Taladua BSE IV FOURTH YEAR Taladua, Rosario ......................... 1.23 Dator, Estrella ............................. 1.32 Alcares, Teresita........................... 1.33 1’age 11 THE CAROLINIAN MADAME EGLENTINE... (Continued from page 29) worldly trappings and pet animals gave the cloistered women frivolous ideas. The bishops raised eyebrows at these incursions into the convents, but no ban could be enforced since the nunneries needed the money badly. Madame Eglentyne and her nuns did not exactly close their eyes or turn deaf ears to the influence of their worldly boarders. Thus, our prioress diverted a part of the con gregation's money to entertainment at New Year or Christmas, to games, and contests which must have in cluded dancing. For the womanly vanities of clothing and jewelry Madame Eglen tyne had a soft spot in her heart, for Ful semely hir wimpel pinched was; mid Ful fetis teas hir eloke, as 1 was war. Of course, these lines could only mean she was a fastidious lady who insisted on being meticulously prim. But then. Of smal coral aboule hir arm she bar A peire of bedes, gauded al with grene; And there — on heng a broche of gold ful shone. These definitely ran counter to mo nastic rules. A nun was not sup pose to wear jewelled brooches nor reveal her broad forehead. Contrary to the bishop's injunc tion on pet animals, Madame Eglen tyne lavished maternal care on her small dog which .... she fedde With rosted flesh, or milk and wasted — breed, But sore weep she if oon of hem were deed, Or if men smoot it with a yerde smerte. If small dogs could move her tender heart, what was to keep her from showering as much tenderness on a snow-white rabbit or a twittering little bird (or birds) in a cage in some shady nook of the nunnery bower? Madame Eglentyne's presence at this pilgrimage shows very little discretion on her part, considering the vehement objections of the Church to wanderings of nuns, ex cept in very exceptional cases. A papal bull had made it quite clear that pilgrimages for nuns did not ramblings in lower case (Cont'd from page .'il) stars in her eyes or the offbeat tempo of a rythm. whatever it is, if it answers a restless need of finding yourself, you've found it and you'll never really lose it for its possession is an eternal answer. there is an old old gem of wisdom in the age-old saying that "you must take people for what you find them and not for what other people say" that makes up our little song of life, this is one rung up to help us grow in understanding even with the sceptre of our fallible human nature hanging like a sword over us, pulsating clay. The Warriors’ Following (Cont’d from page -!6) Agapito Rogado, the old reliable of the team is an artist in his own way. His body twists when making sneak-in shots, much like a calypso dancer. Often, he bumps into someone's back, with the result that he does a one-point bottom landing. In one game he did this stance so many times that the groans of the sympathetic audience could be heard for miles. Balodoy Borromeo, the magic ball-hawking skeleton, teamed up with Rogado is something to see with his outside shooting, the happiest shooter of the team. The strange behavior of the men around the court in shorts can only be understood by the few followers who sit and watch them cavort daily and gaily. Carolinian rooters are few with the result that what they lack in number they make up for in noise. The school's population just doesn't cater to the idea of being seen whopping it up. Some students do not just give a hoot about moral support. But let us, if for one moment, talk about a man. Let us pick him who turned the tables on a highly-touted team. Dodong is a genial man with a hearty relish for lusty cracks. Some of his more colorful "shorts" has put him in not-so-good standing with his fellow tutors. He has that easy touch of comradeship that makes his boys give back all he has taught. The boys now present to their mentor... the 1956 Loving Cup! The laughter now is on our side, our coach has shown to the public his worth, the prediction of our honored sports hacks have gone to the mud, but then, the writers' consolation is: "When good predictions are made, they do not come from sportswriters or, for that matter, a weatherman." SPECIAL TREAT. . . . Three members of the 1946 National Champion Warriors who have gone into mentorship have each bagged a championship prize. First is our Juan "Dodong" Aquino who took the CCAA crown; next is Jimmy Bas of the CIT Wildcats who tamed UV to grab the zone VII Championship and last but by no means least is Lauro "The Lord" Mumar, coach of the FEATI Hi-Flyers, CALM champions in Manila. fall under the category of excep tional cases. One is inclined to believe that the prioress must have used some amount from the convent coffers to cover the expenses of the pilgrim age, an amount which could have filled more pressing needs. She was really more human than the aver age reader would think. Neverthe less, the host of the Tabard Inn, not being wise to her share of im perfections, regarded her with much more consideration than the other pilgrims. (To be continued) JANUARY, 1957 Page 45 What Do You Think- About the United Nations (Continued from 41) As An Instrument For Peace? (Miss) Azucena Albino • Miss AZUCENA ALBINO, College of Liberal Arts and Sciences, says: "The United Nations is the biggest existing world organization today. Il is composed of free nations all over the world. It is created lor the primary purpose of maintaining in ternational peace and security. It has provided a system for the ad justment of disputes and the use of collective measures against threats or breaches of the peace and has prescribed obligations for the adop tion of procedures to be strictly fol lowed in dealing with disputes that might arise The Security Council (Miss) Gregoria Turiaga of the U.N. enforces measures with out delay and to the full extent re quired by the circumstance. Any country which is a member of the United Nations Organization is therefore, assured of immediate pro tection and security in case of sud den War danger. That's why the U.N., as a promoter of world peace, is a resounding success." • Miss LILIA R. UY, Secretarial Dept., says: “The United Nations Or ganization is the world's instrument for international peace and security. Thus, the United Nations work against War for peace. This peace ful mission must, however, be ef fected not by the use of force against lorce but by negotiations and mutual agreements between countries to the disputes through U.N. mediation. In this respect, the U.N. has shown its competence to suppress hostilities and to effect peaceful agreements between war ring states. If for this reason alone, the U.N. is the answer to the cry for world peace." • Miss SONYA SOLON, College of Liberal Arts and Sciences, say: "The records that the United Nations has racked up in settling conflicts that could have exploded into an other World War constitutes an ad mirable achievement. Had there been no effort on the part of the United Nations to mediate in grave crises, some hot-headed nations could have plunged our world into a catastrophic war. I think that the best way to in sure peace among nations is to keep that organization, working with everyone pitching his share of faith in humankind. I am aware, of course, that some harbingers of doom have lashed at the U.N. be cause they think that it caters to the whims of the Soviets. The pacifi cation, however, of some trouble makers by the U.N. hits back at the statement issued by these irrespon sible critics. I think it would be best for the United Nations to stay." • Miss GREGORIA TURIAGA, Col lege of Commerce, says: "In spite of the tremendous odds now barring the way to a peaceful negotiation on the current question of world affairs, the United Nations is, I think, doing a superb job of heading off (Miss) Lilia R. Uy the globe from another world cri sis. The success of the world or ganization will ultimately depend upon the cooperation of the family of nations who must come to the lore with their problems bared frankly and honestly. As it is to day, although the pace of progress towards the goal of United Nations is slow, it surely is getting some at tention for itself because more and more people begin to realize its va lue as an agency of peace. What seems important to note is that for the last ten years, it has successfully snapped off whatever might have been a cause for world wide friction. (Miss) Sonya Solon * * THE ‘■'TZarcido \Bacur’d NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTION (Continued I'roin /»(»/<• /•>) Oh, well, I guess I must revise My tricks and have to play them wise I'll start with my new resolutions To boost my romantic petitions From now on I'll not go to dances At co-eds I will not take chances No matter how I think it's right I'll never go out late at night To Helynn, I'll be most respectful And to Tibur I'll be a sport If by chance I'll be Helynn's escort Compared to me Rainier'd be awful I'll steep myself in taste and culture To tell a turkey from a vulture I will now bone up on my Law So my diction will have no flaw What's more, I will never touch wine Even if my friends say it's fine I will not. . . no! I'll never, never Gee, thanks! I've got my Alka Seltzer!!! TRIOT * * PRE-VALENTINE SHOPPING (Coil tin lied from jmi/e lo) While thus rapt in her meditation An impish thought caught her attention A naughty glint lit up her eyes A glint that carried some surprise She shook the man who owned the store And pointed to a whitish thing She badgered him till he was sore Till he gave her the wanted thing To make a long story short I'll give you now the full report Believe you me because I say so The gift was given to Narciso With joy Narciso was intoxicated Upon finding Helynn so dedicated The gift was a complete surprise It was a piece of Paradise But when Bacur opened the package His heart became a mournful wreckage For he found that his Helynn sweet Gave him an old set of FALSE TEETH!!! THE JPIA AND USC’s COMMERCE DEPARTMENT Elections headed by Mr. Ben. Borromeo. Accounting professor whc saw to it that there was no fraud and that all ballots were meticu lously accounted for. The nominees were given 25 minutes for nomina tion speeches. Unfortunately, the less famous were not able to speak because of the time limit. Only the presidential candidates were able to speak their hearts out, the others having only what we call "personal appearances". When the pre-election campaigns were getting to be hotter and hotter, the head of the Accounting depart ment, Miss A. Rodil, invited all the nominees to a luncheon at the Ave nue Restaurant and to get into an agreement that no matter what the issues, no personalities must be involved. All the nominees were introduced to each other. Between Wednesday, October 24, to Friday at 8:30 p.m. of Oct. 26, all ballets were cast by all students having passed or were still taking Accounting 5. By Saturday, at exactly 2:30 p.m., the ballots were canvassed. Each party had two representatives with the member ci the Committee on Election reading the return. A close fight was shown by the three presidential candidates, one of whom was a woman. Be cause of the plurality of the Juniors and because they were supporting a single party, they won an over whelming victory over the Seniors. The officers elected are: President................. Joaquin Ledesma Vice-President, Internal Affairs ................... Rosa Quijano Vice-President, External Affairs ........... Bartolome Pozon Secretary ............................... Lux Yee Treasurer ................... Natividad llao Auditor ........... Daniel Dalocanog, Jr. PRO ................... Benedlcto Alcantara The committees formed were: 1. Committee on Education and Research Chairman — Mr. Eliezer Gorre 2. Committee on Membership Chairman—Miss Clomen M. Verallo 3. Committee on Public Relations Chairman—Miss Angelina Labucay 4. Committee on Awards Chairman — Miss Cecilia Paz 5. Committee on Scholarship Chairman — Miss Annie Ratcliffe 6. Placement, Employment and Apprenticeship Bureau Chairman—Miss Amparo F. Rodil, CPA, Head, Accounting De partment, Adviser, Jr. PIA The members of the Junior PIA may have conflicting opinions re garding certain matters but, "likened unto the fingers of different heights, we still belong to the same hand." The Junior PIA is your organization. It needs you. JANUARY, 1957 Page -17 • z eccion ana • AMABLE TUIBEO ROMULO ARTILLAGA EDITORS p Porque estudiamos el idioma espariol? Esta es la pregunta quo hacen no pocos estudiantes. Dicen: “Es inutil porque no viajaremos por Espana. Con ingles, basta porque uno ya se entiende dondequiera que vaya.” Pongo abajo las "Porques” del “porque” de los estudiantes. PORQUE ES UN IDIOMA BONITA El lenguaje espanol es melodioso, ritmico, y sonoro que agrada al oido. Alguien me dijo: ‘Si quiere platicar efectivamente, habla ale man; si quiere ser diplomatico, habla trances, pero si quiere galantear a una mu.jer, habla espa nol.” Este solo demuestra la belleza y lo romantico lo que es el lenguaje espanol. PORQUE SE HABLA EN LA MAYOR PARTE DEL MUNDO El lenguaje espanol es casi inter national. Se habla en muchas naciones: en America Latina, Colum bia, Peru, Chile, Argentina, Mejico, Puerto Rico, Filipinas y otros paises. Tambien muchos de los libros de literatura, Filosofia, y otras ciencias humanas son escritos en espanol. La ignorancia de esta lengua limita el conocimiento; al contrario, el conocimiento de esta. ayuda mucho en ampliar su horizonte en las cien cias. PORQUE NUESTRA HISTORIA ES INSEPARABLE DE ELLA Filipinas nunca puede separarse de lo espanol como el edificio nunca puede separarse de su fundamento sin peligro de derrumbarse. La cultura y mentalidad de Filipinas se basan en la cultura y mentalidad espanola. Las primeras paginas de nuestra historia es espanol. Nuestros grandes heroes, poetas, pintores, lideres, hombres de letras, y revolutiona ries fueron frutos de la cultura espanola. El idioma espanol encendio por primera vez, el fuego de la nacionalidad filipina y desperto a los filipinos a la realiza tion de que son una nation. La literatura espanola es la cuna de los colosos que dieron a luz el sueno dorado de la independencia filipina. Y finalmente — PORQUE TODO EL MUNDO DEBE A ESPANA UNA DEUDA Dios escogio a Espana para ser la sembradora del germen mas precioso del mundo, el don de la fe catolica. En los momentos mas oscuros del Catolicismo, Espana permanecio la guardiana mas firme de la fe. Los misioneros, penetraron los rincones del mundo haciendo frente a muchos peligros, dificultades, muertes para que otros tambien compartirian y gustarian de la dulzura y recibirian los benificios de este inapreciable don. Estas son algunas de las respuestas de la pregunta de los estudian tes, ‘Porque estudiamos espanol?’ que procuro dar. Hay otras mas fuertes pero que solo los mas habiles pueden dar. O dulce modre querida mia Mi todo: mi amor, sosten, y guia Perla mas preciosa de mi alma, A ti ofrezco este poema Pobre prenda de mi amor filial. Como las estrellas derretidas, Fluye la ternura de tus ojos; Brotan cual primavera de tus labios Las sonrisas; Esas manos que me encarecen, Ese corazon que sufre por ml-bien, Ese pecho hinchado del amor, Son tesoros que a mi mas enriquecen. Dotes personales no tengo yo Me faltan riquezas de la tierra Pero yo soy el mas rico hijo Porque tengo una madre buena. Por Romulo Artillaga THE CAROLINIAN Page -18 ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ New Year... New Uncertainties ... Vv W W ILL THE NEW YEAR be better than the one we tossed out by its ears? That, to borrow a beat-up quotation, is the question. It does appear that people everywhere are making all sorts of predictions. Starry-eyed optimists associate the incoming year with increased hopes for the survival of mankind. They foresee bright things, increased prosper ity and a less hectic struggle for existence. They paint a very pretty picture. On the other side of the coin, the prognosticators of destruction, some of them honest-to-goodness pes simists and most of them war-mongering opportunists, conjure dark terrors and drum up war scares that make people jittery. They present a dire programme of what's to come. We do not, most assuredly, feel any attachment for either view because we are nei ther too optimistic nor too downright nervous. We find the middle road to be the safer one. Naturally, there will be, as long as men are men, reasons for the rise of one enmity or the other among individuals but we ought not neglect the fact that other considerations might incline others to the belief that this is still a pleasant world in spite of the Malenkovs, the Mao Tse Tungs and the Kadars who are making life on this planet tense. We like to think that, because many people have not lost their faith in God and in the innate goodness of man, there is every reason for us to hope for a new era of brotherhood and peace. There must surely be a ray of hope behind the atrocities and inhumanities which we find so commonplace wherever the Reds direct their macabre scheme of world conquest. The uncertainties we do not overlook but it is always good for the nerves to convert fear into hope and to meet uncertainties with prayers. For there is a Just God who presides over our fates and rewards goodness with eternal salvation.