The Carolinian

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Title: The Carolinian
Issue Date: Volume XX (Issue No. 4) February 1957
Year: 1957
Language: English
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extracted text: FEBRUARY 19 5 7 y, J.of 0.4 It is not without reason that we chose to be "unromantic" even at a time when people were being hurned to Valentine gift shops in town. We had to do our bit of cheering for the Catholic Press which is a February. The bulk of our manuscripts had, there fore, to be devoted to observaFOOTNOTE TO tions and commentaries on the PROJECT NO. 4 present state of Catholic journal ism. At any rate, the amorous reader need not worry about his fare. A couple of articles appear in this issue with love as the piece de resistance. And that's that. The Catholic Press has been once too often accused of being too parochial in scope and too limited in its views. Critics have been heard to say that our press lacks the "appreciation" for the elements that make a newspaper sell and reach the maximum number of readers. It is, in the view of some ob servers, what, colloquially, is called a "stick in the mud." It does not, so it is claimed, appeal to the man on the street. Etcetera. A RADICAL CATHOLIC PRESS? We appreciate good sales, it is true, but we see no reason why we should be driven to the coun sels of doctrinaire radicals who would want the Catholic Press to turn out "hot co pies" on sex, crime and other venalities. The Cath olic Press would rather lose a sale than to rake in a lot of shekels with a lot of lurid details. It is not, to speak strictly, a business enterprise. It has a far graver mission which has nothing to do, and which will disregard as insignificant, such considerations as circulation and all that stuff. The Catholic Press cer tainly will not deviate from its aim of bringing the minutiae of Catholic tenets to its readers although it may be perfectly willing to adopt certain styles that will do it no harm. It will not, in other words, go the whole hog in adopting the policies of avant garde publications but will pursue its aim of broad casting the seeds of morality and order. Need we say more? It is not funny anymore but everytime our congress men get a grade of "C" or lower after fruitless ses sions. someone with a talent for sweeping dirt under the rug ups with some kind of a bill designed to make people excited. One such bill, relating to di vorce, is authored by Congressman Rogaciano Mer cado. We like a good joke now and then but we think Mr. Mercado is stretching his sense of humor. WHAT WON’T THEY THINK OF NEXT? Now, Congressman The proposal on divorce, if we remember correctly, has been previously repudiated both by popular opinion and by the more sensible members of Congfess. Mercado would have the meas ure resurrected in spite of the popular veto. Although we are getting used to such legislative imbecilities as the outlawing of typhoons and the compulsory reading of Rizal's unexpurgated novels, we think this is neither the time nor the place for importing a pre fabricated Reno. But then some congressmen are simply hard to beat. taolinta Between Covers EDITORIAL: We Must Support the Catholic Press ............................... back inside cover SHORT STORIES: Into Welcoming- Night ........................................................ H. K. Torio 13 The Gambler’s Wit ................................................................ h. hagcao 15 POETRY: Three Poems................................................................ C. I-'aiyao 12 The Last Poet ...................................'........................................ 1>. Cabnilo 1!) Nightmare ......................................................................................... L. Rivera 1!) Vignette............................................................................................ The Gypsy 1!) From My Window ...................................................................... R. Rances 1!) Valentine in May ..................................................... E-J Veloso 19 ARTICLES: The Catholic Press in the Philippines.......................................1. Tuibeo 2 The Duty of a Catholic Writer............................................ L. Jaramilla 4 Dynamics of a Catholic Press.......................................................V. Alonso 6 The Catholic Printer and Catholic Literature ..................... .4. Sitoy 8 Saint Francis de Sales: Gentleman and Journalist ............................... 9 The Religious of the Press .................................................... S’. Abao, Jr. 10 What is a University Student? ......................................... . G. Guy 36 Imperative: Quality Student Periodicals ....................... E. Vcnillo, Jr. 41 FEATURES: Ordeal at Sixteen ........................................................................... C. Villa 17 Dreams ..................................................................................... D. Maylalany 18 Mr. Alumnus ................................................................................... .4. Sitoy 35 Let’s Speak English .............................................................. />’. Cabanatan 39 The University’s Friend .............................................................. ./. Daniels 48 DEPARTMENTS: Caroliniana ................................................................................. front inside cover The Monkey Wrench ......................................................................................... 21 Anything You Say............................................................................................. 1 Coup de Grace ................................................................................................... 22 Pictorial Section ............................................................................................... 23-26 News ...................................................................................................................... 27 Sports .................................................................................................................... 28 Shoot and Shout ............................................................................................... 29 ROTC Briefs ..................................................................................................... 30 Cross Currents ................................................................ ................................... 32 Ramblings in Lower Case ............................................................................... 33 Alumni Chimes ................................................................................................... 34 Book Review ...................................................................... ............................... 38 U.S.C Graduate School ..................................................................................... 40 Seccion Casteliana ............................................................................................. 46 Anything You Say WOMAN and FASHION Dy ESTEBAN TAN, JR. A friend of mine once told me that, in a department store he mistook a shopper for a boy and called her "brother". It was another case of faulty identification. The occur rence was not strange be cause my friend and the per son he accosted were both wearing cowboy pants and, to top it all, they had almost identical haircuts. Which brings us to the oftheard remark that when time changed, so did woman. It is not uncommon to see a woman mayor or a woman judge now-a-days. This is the aftermath of women’s fight to be equal with men. Positions which before were exclusively held by men are not their monopoly anymore. Speaking about the way their dresses are set women’s fashion has indeed under gone incredible changes. Styles have been so altered that a woman’s back, which, was unseen before, and the knees, which were covered, arc now a common sight. Backless dresses often hasten the occurrence of pneumonia cases. It’s a sorry state some women frequently find them selves in. The lips, cute and modest in times past and natural as nature, are now colored by cheap artificiality. Indeed it is a truism that some of our women today are {indistinguishable from the (Continued on page LI) FEBRUARY, 1957 Page 1 The Catholic Press in the Philippines February is Catholic Press month. As such let us consider for a while the brief history of the Cath olic press in the Philippines. For, like many other important factors, the Catholic press has contributed much to the Christianization and culture of the Filipino people. The genesis of the Catholic press in this country cannot be determin ed very accurately. There are not enough records which might fur nish us accurate data as regards its exact birth. But while its origin seems to be lost in the mist of time, it can be presumed that the Cath olic press had its birth way back in the missionary period. For during such time, the ever-growing number of Catholics demanded a permanent media of instruction. The truths of the Faith and Morals, abstract as they are, had to be disseminated through the printed article to com plement the inadequacy of oral teaching. This slow but progressive edition of religious materials paved the way for the so-called Catholic Press and Literature in the Philip pines. Fr. Evergisto Bazaco, O.P., con tends, however, in his History of Philippine Education, that the Cath olic press had its early beginnings sometime in 1953. In this period many "Doctrinas Cristianos'' such as those by Fathers Juan de Cobo and Domingo Nieva, were already pub lished. In fact he cited many other Catholic publications beginning from the year 1593 to 1618. These pub lications were all conservative in tone since their main objective was only to teach religion and other cul tural sciences. The same author took note also that the three printing establish ments in the middle of the seven teenth century belonged to the Do minicans, Jesuits and Franciscans. Through their supervision, there were many reading materials pub lished in Spanish, Chinese and Ta galog for the better and greater dif fusion of the Catholic religion and culture among the Filipinos. In the course of time, however, the trend of events in this country changed with the introduction of modern ideas and modern ways of living. The atmosphere, under which early Filipinos lived simply and virtuously, became contaminat ed with the foul smell of immorality and darkened by the fog of secu larism. Laxity of morals begun to prevail among many families. The tendency to secularize the home and the schools became more apparent. In one word, secularism and mod ernism were slowly seeking to un dermine the beautiful traditions of the Filipino people. And the dan ger to faith and morals was very by AMABLE TUIBEO alarming. There was then a need to combat and counteract those modern and godless tendencies. So it was at this turn of events that the Catholic press became more vocal, more assertive and more militant. Because there was corruption of morals, the Catholic press sought to moralize; because there was false hood, it sought to speak the truth; because there was godlessness, it sought to emphasize religion. In other words, it became the Church's active agency in carrying Christ's divine message to the people. Today there are in our country many Catholic newspapers, maga zines, periodicals and pamphlets which have the same objective: tol serve the cause of Christ. To men-, tion but a few, we have the Cultura Social, a Jesuit publication; the San to Rosario, Dominican; the Home Life by the Priests of St. Paul; The Bulletin Ecdesiastico by Paulistas; the Cross under the Jesuit Fathers; and the fightingest Sentinel under ecclesiastical management. These few Catholic publications as well as the many others not mentioned here, have no doubt done a very great service in spreading Christ's teachings on this fair land of the Orient. One thing, however, which is sad to note is the fact that the Catholic Press in this country is less widely and numerically distributed than the secular press. In lay-out as well as in news coverage, the Catholic press is always behind the secular magazines and dailies. A friend of mine commented rather harshly: "I don't simply find anything of inter est in a Catholic newspaper.” He probably was ignorant of the Cath olic paper's objective to teach rath er than to delight, but this com ment is a great challenge to the Catholic press. Why can the Catholic press not compete with the secular press de spite its long period of existence? Sometime in February, 1951, Mario Gatbonton editorialized in The Cross: "One field of education that has been sadly neglected in our Catholic schools is journalism. Cath olic schools have indeed put out school papers or class organs, but beyond these, nothing has been done to train staff-members for vo cation in journalism." He continued, Page 2 THE CAROLINIAN "It is to be deplored that while the secular schools have shown great interest in developing their journal ism departments, Catholic schools have been sadly indifferent. And this is one of the reasons why we have not in this Catholic country a powerful press." The answer is clear. Catholic journalism must be cultivated in our schools. Then there will be good Catholic writers. Then a powerful press! But the root cause why our Cath olic press does not stand an even chance to compete with the secular publications is that we do not give full support to Catholic publications. Without our whole-hearted support (moral and financial) the Catholic press will not improve from its pres ent mediocrity. What is needed then to give it vigor, encouragement and life is the full support of our Cath olic people. Why should Catholics support the Catholic press? Here are some of found missions unless you can wield the offensive and defen sive weapon of a press that is Catholic, Loyal and Sincere." 6. Because it brings the reality of God into our lives. Whom secu lar papers do not recognize in practice, and helps you to grow in the knowledge and love of your Faith. 7. Because today more than ever before the Catholic press has a mission to fulfill—fight com munism and secularism and help in the reconstruction of the social order according to Chris tian principles. 8. Because the Catholic press has an unparalleled record of tell ing the truth always and every where. 9. Because the Catholic press in the Philippines is sadly weak and below standard and can The Author was not mistaken in dedicating Feb ruary to the Catholic Press. For, as a watchful sentinel of morality and religion, She sees the spiritual ha voc and destruction wrought by the modern press among the people. Everywhere in the world today there history in a capsule.•• the reasons, as outlined by the Knights of Columbus, Manila Coun cil No. 1000, in connection with the Catholic press campaign: 1. Because it carries the Catholic point of View, which as Cath olic you must know, on current issues. 2. Because it is the carrier of Christ's divine message to men and potential power intent on influencing individuals and the whole communities for good. 3. Because it is your Voice in a confused world and it stands and falls with your support. 4. Because important local and international Catholic news that affect our lives get no space in the secular papers. 5. Because, as Pius X said "In vain will you build schools and become what you want it to be only with your support. 10. Because as a Catholic, you must be interested in the mis sionary work of our Church, in the salvation of souls and the extension of the kingdom of Christ. Today more than before newspa pers are one of the greatest forces in influencing modern thought. Un fortunately the secular press is im mersed in such a state that it rare ly serves the cause of moral and re ligious truth. At times in the name of freedom it goes to the extent of publishing and advertising things not only against God but also against the very elementary rules of good manners and common sense! If it is true that the enemies must be met by the same weapon and means, then the Catholic Church is the tendency to overlook moral ity and discard religion. In maga zines, newspapers and periodicals, there is the enervating influence to paganize our thought and banish God. And to counteract these evils, the Catholic Church has sought to foster a Catholic Press also in the Philippines. One of the greatest ob stacles, however, to a successful Catholic press in this country is our own religious ignorance. We can not read about religion with inter est because religious terms and ideas are often not known to us. There is, therefore, an urgent need to make our people fully understand the Catholic religion, for which the Catholic press stands. This knowl edge of religion will ultimately re sult into action, even to write for and support the Catholic press. Then the Press will improve. It will be come a powerful tool for the greater glory of God. # FEBRUARY, 1957 Page 3 The Author Our postwar world is plagued by social, political and economic evils that existed long before man dis covered the secret of the atom but subsequent wars have hastened and fanned the embers of hate and strife that today we are hemmed in at all sides by their various mani festations. The framework of our peace has some barnacles that are eating out the very foundations of justice and equality that our ancestors have painstakingly paid for in blood and tears in the crucible of successive /\s YOU pick up this magazine, words strike at your eyes and you, the reader, reads words, letters. Do you understand what you are read ing and do you believe the ideas as written down by someone you do not personally know? Have you faith in the writer's sincerity? The chances are three to one you don't even bother to ask any ques tions ol the sort. As long as the title or the illustrations appeal to you, you give it a skimming over to find out what it's all about. The name of the writer may be overlook ed as one pleases. You either like or dislike what you read. Practical ly nothing is mentioned about whe ther what you read is true or not. Everyday thousands of newspapers and magazines roll off the presses and find their way to millions of homes and readers. The complex ity of our modern civilization is such that our only means of getting the news and information quickly if not always accurately is through the medium of the printed word. In the old days every community had a town square where all the impor tant news was announced in a ga thering especially called for that purpose. Today that procedure is no longer workable because of the great populations and the drudgery it entails in wasting precious time that could be better used. Hence the recourse to printing the news in great numbers day in and day out to keep up with the march of events and the speed of history that goes on in the inexorable law of change. Every moment of our lives, momen tous events go on like an unceas ing assembly line in every part of the world and readers depend on the press to keep abreast of the news around them. Readers are not as well informed as our editors and journalists are. Words on a printed page are not mute, cold and lifeless for they catch at a reader's interest and arouses his imagination to start working. Where the train of his thoughts takes him or where his imagination wanders depends on the enthusiasm he imbibes from the flames lighted for him by the writer. In a new book about democracy the importance of ideas is stressed thus: ideas strike fire when they are tossed against the critical creative instinct of men's minds. A plan which is not complete or feasible may stir the mind of someone else to a new, better formulated thought. The more minds a thought can reach, the more new ideas it can generate." world wars and struggles against the lethargy and indifference of our homefronts. The Catholic layman is faced not only with the universal threat of atheistic communism and the mysterious power of the atomic bomb but also with the offshoots of his lost ideals.. . materialism, secu larism, totalitarianism and their ma nifold effects in crime and delin quency. Modern education today glorifies the individuality of a student and his ability to perfect himself through his own efforts and directives with only a minimum hint of guidance. Education determines to a large ex tent our attitudes with others and our way of life ultimately. "Educa tion makes a people easy to lead but difficult to drive; easy to gov ern but impossible to drive." An unbridled run of restless energies without the proper channels is not the glorious road to educated citi zens. This emphasis on self above others is manifest in the temper of our times, rampant materialism . .. “Each man for his own" in the lav/ Page 4 THE CAROLINIAN of the jungle's survival of the fit test translated into a modern ver sion of businesslike greed that tags a dollar value on everything under the sun including human rights. This selfishness is simply another word for the trend of many govern ments to totalitarianism which ab sorbs all power within themselves, excluding the voice of the people in unquestioning force of arms and iron discipline and from which as long as it exists no democratic stateis safe. This narrow-minded soncept is a similar expression borri of a, Caili&lieKieif the religious destitution of secular ism that substitutes moral and reli gious value for purely human va lues on a strictly human foundation. Our sick world is torn by these con flicts and man is in the throes of a struggle between his soul's insistent warnings and the free liberty of ex pression that stresses only reason, human reason as the be-all to fol low in this blackboard jungle. They forget that character is in the will, not in the reason. In the light of these manifold ef fects of man's exile from himself, from his world and from his Creator, the Catholic writer whether he be working in a secular press or a catholic newspaper must have as the main objectives of his profes sion the twin purposes of spreading the truth and enlightening opinion. The dynamism of the intellect de pends on the food with which the mind is fed. Much of what we are can be traced to what we read. If our minds be healthy, it is only because we had the right start and the blessing to read proper litera ture. If our minds be poisoned, it is only because we have been spooned the filth of the newsstands from indiscriminate reading and an unchecked curiosity. Even our con versations are measured to a large extent by what and how we read. A militant Catholic Press should be missionary and dynamic if it is to be effective. Behind the iron cur tain, the voice of the press is muf fled by persecution. This act of suppression indicates the power, the mjght and the importance of a free press. You do not suppress what you do not fear. The communists, smart foxes that they always are, did not clamp down on free expres sion in a single instantaneous act. They worked subtly by imposing censorship that gradually grew stricter as their lies and crimes fil tered more and more to the free world. Censors made accurate news-reporting a virtual impossibil by Lourdes V. Jaramillo ity by cutting the news, distorting the truth or issuing misleading dis patches that changed the whole sense of the truth. Popes and Bi shops have repeatedly stressed the importance of our fundamental right to a free press, a free voice, a free expression. News items diminished or exaggerated is worse that no news at all. More often than not, portions of the news that do not reflect the good side or vice-versa of what should have been given to present an accurate two-sided picture are withheld by influential means or co ercion. Great damage has been ac countable not so much for what has been said as what has not been said. Maurice Cardinal Feltin gives us some pointers on how to face the modern dilemmas of twentieth cen tury journalism. The first difficulty is of a technical nature. Events ma terialize more rapidly than we have time to weigh and evaluate their newsworthiness The law of the press is such that it demands abil ity to keep track of events as fast as they happen and this has result ed in hasty misconceptions that have left great gaps in the handling of the news. The second is the serious concern for truth. Writers do not always have the leeway for free expression, to write as they please. Hidden forces such as the political leaning and the pre-established pol icies of the paper may run against the writer's own views. One is free, yes, and yet remains a prisoner. And anyone who has cut his teeth in the fourth estate merry-go-round well knov/s the subterfuges and roundabout devices reporters circle "off limits" wires in heroic attempt to comply with their paper's policy and still retain their freedom. 'Does an editor have the right to withhold sections from his stories containing viewpoints in which he personally disagrees?" Many Cath olic editors are totally opposed to the United Nations and its various specialized agencies, especially the UNESCO. When the Catholic As sociation for International Peace met in Washington last May, 1954, 25 Catholic papers out of 37 lead ing diocesan papers in the United States ignored the meeting as of no (Continuetl on prif/e 14) FEBRUARY, 1957 Page Communist infiltration in the Philippines is far more serious than we realize. The Party workers are continually planting saboteurs in all our lields and institutions. Slowly and stealthily, yet gaining impetus, they crawl into our organizations, using a name that embodies an idea or motive which is non-Communist in nature. They invade our homes, our classrooms, our centers of re creation by employing both open and disguised propaganda. In fact, it would not be an exaggeration to say that among our national pa pers in circulation today, there is at least one daily which mouths the communist line. The "Commies" employ the most subtle approach to the public mind. Their technique is not to fight open ly and directly. It is to create dis order among ourselves until we are weakened to the very foundations by our own disunity. News is an instrument that reaches all people. We are hardly aware of the news warfare which is going on at present. Our ene mies are swift and clever. News is force. They know it, and have act ed upon that recognition. The bul lets flying through our dailies are no duds. They are deadly. They explode in the mind and heart of the man in the street, and take con trol of public opinion. But our foes have no magic for mula. They rub no lamps to prod uce the genii. They would need no magic lamps if we Catholics remain passive; if we do not have suffi cient foresight to plan ahead and to study our adversaries as much as they study us. It is not out of hate that we fight them. Quite the con trary. We possess the Truth, and we know it. Our apostolic zeal will not give us rest until we have brought our lost brethren to the fold. We either save them now, or see them swallowed from our sight. Christianity is constantly being threatened in the teeth of its adver saries, yet we still vaguely ima gine them quite far away. They are staring us in the face. Yet we are not even aware of their pres ence. The Christian and the Commun ist lines are two parallel forces. They march the frontlines to fight for the same goal: world conquest. The only difference lies in the means that they employ for its realization. To fight the enemy and win the world lor Christ—that is our task. Our weapon? The Catholic Press. To win over a crafty foe through Dynamics of a Catholic Press the Press, technique is indispens able. We must use a sort of a men tal jiu-jitsu—the principle of the jiujitsu being that you use your op ponent's strength against him and make him break his own bones by his own instinctive strength. This is not a new discovery. Not for the "Commies," at least. The public is our second point of attack. We must know how to draw public opinion to our favor. This presumes an accurate knowledge and understanding of the mental fa bric, nature and disposition of the people which the Catholic Press wishes to influence. Its means are dissemination of news. Its aim: the formation of public opinion along Christian lines. Once we have ac complished this before our adver saries do, half the battle is already won. Nothing is perhaps of more last ing impression than the printed word and image. Its influence is more unobstrusive ana hardly felt. But it shapes more deeply and in timately the basic conceptions of man. It is a force he cannot es cape. It follows him wherever he is—in his office, in the streets, in the dining halls. It reaches him when he is alone in his room, free from superficial impressions. The Catholic Press has the power to ele vate man's mind from temporal concerns to the eternal. This de scent of the Catholic Press from highly idealistic visions to the com prehension of reality is the only way to lift reality to the level of our ideals. The success of the Press is meas ured by its acceptance and survi val in the competition of ideas in the market place of public opinion. Bishop Cardjin has hammered this simple truth into the heads of the laymen: “You are the leaven;‘the place of the leaven is not above the dough, or beside it, or around it, but in it, mixed with it until the whole mass is leavened and begins to rise under the inner force of the leaven." Catholics seem to have overlook ed the fact that not only Catholics read our publications. Take the Page 6 THE CAROLINIAN Lungsurcmon. Being, so obviously Catholic and dogmatic, it loses its universal appeal. Materials are treated in much the same way that a medical journal presents a doc tor's findings in highly technical terms. Of course we aim to give it the Catholic complexion. But we On the rear platform of the elev ated train, I had my perspectives. I stood where the journalist must always stand ... at the center of creation . . . (^tM the K=4poftolic Otch bq ~Oincent *§-iese) by MARIETTA ALONSO must use the language of the man in the street. The first rule in this battle for public opinion is to fight the enemy on his own plane. The Catholic Press must seek to elevate the in tellectual level of the public. The first condition for raising man's in tellectual level is to get close to him. It is the clear duty of the Catholic journalist to try to reach the whole of society with all its classes of Catholics: the fervent and the cynics, the hostile and the in different. Many apologists use traditional ideological arguments which are so far above the heads of the masses that they do not even touch the enemy. Our new situation calls for a popular offensive. St. Thomas and the apologists of later times had one advantage. They found adversaries who displayed a com plete arsenal of arguments against the Mother of God, against the Church, etc. As F. Morlion wrote, they waged and won fair duels of the mind with argument against argument, syllogism against syllog ism, Summa against Summa. The secularized enemy of our times have no arguments, no syllogisms, no Summas. He gives the latest news, the most interesting story. By an unobstrusive tactic of choice and omission, of slant and implication, he instills in the masses his own contempt lor religious realities. This explains why Christian thought has not revo lutionized society by its principles too exclusively elaborated in schools and apologetic literature. The Catholic Press, more than any thing else, must be frankly aposto lic. Its main concern lies in the practical application of religion to everyday life, rather than with re ligion in the abstract. It stresses the dynamic aspects of Catholicity: land reforms, Christian cooperatives, credit unions, labor unions, etc. It studies the problems of the strug gling four-peso-a-day laborer from his home to the waterfront. It ex amines social issues within the yardsticks of Christian principles. It informs objectively, criticizes con structively, persuades effectively. The mission of the press is sim ply the art of giving to certain ideas greater dynamism, a more potent force to move the imagination, feel ings and will of the masses. There can be no doubt that if Christian ity is to prevail over secularism, this will depend in large measure on the use of the whole gamut of emotional appeal based on sound and solid intellectual ground. It must not be concluded, how ever, that the writer here recom mends in any way, the techniques of agitation that rouse the uncon trolled passions of the masses. To apply the words of St. Paul: "Omnia considerate, quod bonum est tenete." Be not afraid to go in for po pular ideas which move the people but apply your powers of discrim ination to assimilate what is sound and to create order of truths which are running loose in public opinion. In the Philippines today, there is a great need for a Catholic daily. Periodical campaigns and occasion al releases like the Sentinel, The Cross, Home Life, etc. are not suffi cient. Deep-rooted impression can be achieved only through daily re leases because these alone fit into the proper rhythm of the paper's routine and can come to be consi dered as a normal organic part of the journalist's life, and not some extraneous element. This then is the challenge of our times: to bring Christ back to the masses; to reconstruct the world through the apostolate of the pen, the fearless expression of Catholic thought and idealism; to bring Christ into sufficiently close contact with contemporary realities; so that the spirit of Christ may throb in all phases of human life and activity. The apostolate of the press starts from the shambles of the inner man to the reconstruction of the whole world... Our problems are numer ous and are difficult to solve... But not impossible. The prospect of the Catholic Press is bleak indeed.. . And utterly discouraging. But every problem is not without its solution, no ill without its remedy. And un less such problems are honestly faced, the masses are likely to pre fer those ills they have than fly to others they know not of. # FEBRUARY, 1957 Page 7 the catholic printer and catholic literature I HE CATHOLIC presses are the printers of Catholic books, novenas, magazines, and pamphlets which are meeting the demands of the Catholic population of the country. These reading materials are found in every nook of the nation. They sustain the need of the hour. They are in themselves the monument to the role of the Catholic presses which work for the benefit of the predominantly Catholic inhabitants. But these materials, although needed by the people, do not repres ent what we call Catholic literature. They are mostly devotional read ing matters sold at low prices. They are, therefore, not enough to sus tain the full-dress operation of Catholic presses; not enough for turn ing out substantial printed matters. It is regrettable to know that as far as the goal of sowing Catholic literature is concerned, the presses in the country have not been very successful. Not that they are slow in the process or neglectful in the pursuance of their objective. The problem stems from a different source. In the first place, what Catholic literature, strictly so called, is to be disseminated? There are Catholic writings in the world, all right, and even in this country, but they cannot be called outright Catholic literature. They are not yet incorporated into a collective body of lit erary works to be called literature. They are just minor Catholic works. Catholic publishing houses would be only too willing to print Catholic books which are highly cultural, those which are intended to enrich knowledge ol our faith. That is, with the assurance that the venture would not make them close their business on account of fail ure to sell what they print. Then, there is the problem of which language to use. Not,.all Filipinos can read deeply intellectual English and yet, few Filipinos would care to read major Catholic works in the vernacular. And what is more, to translate them into the dialects of the different regions of the country is extremely difficult and even impossible. Such transla tion calls for a Herculean job. There is also the question of whether the translation will retain the beauty and literary craftsmanship by which the original is characterized. Moreover, not one ol our present dialects is so rich in idioms and words as to effect a good translation. (Continued on page 11) Page 8 THE CAROLINIAN Born in Sales, Savoy, in 1565, the eldest son oFnbble and piotife parents, Francis was a student ol law, following his lather's wishes for an intended senatorship, before he took up the studies for priest hood. After his ordination in 1593, he did notable work as a mission ary to the Protestants and Calvin... St. Francis always stressed the fact, as is evident in his INTRO DUCTION TO A DEVOUT LIFE, in which he addresses admonitions to a mythical Pilothea, that devoutness does not consist only of fasting, self denials, prayers, meditations in a Desert, the suppression of sensual desires and such other forms of phyof the women during his time which brought criticisms and unwarranted accusations that he was being a bit lax in allowing that social obli gations, innocent recreations and games and even placing bets were compatible with leading a devout life. Also, bitterness was rife in some quarters that he was the Saint Francis de Sales: Gentleman and Journalist ists in Chablais and Geneva where, by his cheerfulness, simple preach ing and religious instruction, he is said to have reclaimed 72,000 per sons, among whom were many il lustrious for their nobility and learn ing. Here, having sometimes failed to convert the Calvinists by ser mons, pamphlets and posters, he is said to have used the "dialogue sermon" to expose the fallacies of the heretics. In 1599, he was nom inated co-adjutor to the bishop of Geneva and in 1602 succeeded to the See. St. Francis established a seminary at Annecy and in 1604 founded with St. Jane Frances de Chantal the order of the Visitation nuns. He was only fifty-six when he died in 1622; canonized in 1655, he was declared a doctor of the Church in 1877, and patron saint of journal ists and other writers in 1923 by the Holy See. ST. FRANCIS DE SALES, PATRON SAINT OF JOURNALISTS Reference: Theodore Maynard's SAINTS FOR OUR TIMES St. Francis claims, even in the face of the vast celebrity which his book INTRODUCTION TO A DE VOUT LIFE had already gained, with characteristic modesty in his preface to the Treatise on the Love God, that he is not really a writer because his spirit had been dulled by many other occupations. Even if he is not a literateur in the or dinary sense, his formative influence upon the devotional spirit of Chris tendom exercised by his published books and pamphlets and letters and his manner of approach makes him a great journalist, in days when journalism, as we know it, had hardly begun to appear. sical austerity and asceticism but more of unseen mortification of the will. "It is an error, or rather a heresy, to say that devotion is in compatible with the life of a soldier, a tradesman, a prince or a married woman. Wheresoever, then, we are, we may, and should, aspire to a perfect life." Another apt passage from the same book which bears pondering upon in this age of com plexities, charges and counter charges, follows: "As Aurelius paint ed all the faces of his pictures to the air and resemblance of the wom an he loved, so every one paints devotion according to his own pas sion and fancy. He that is addict ed to fasting thinks himself very devout if he fasts, though his heart be at the same time filled with ran cor, and scrupling to moisten his tongue with wine, or even with water, through sobriety, he makes no difficulty to drink deep of his neigh bor's blood, by detraction and ca lumny. Another considers himself devout because he recites daily a multiplicity of prayers, though im mediately afterwards he utters the most disagreeable, arrogant, and injurious words amongst his dom estics and neighbors. Another cheer fully draws an alms out of his purse to relieve the poor, but cannot draw meekness out of his heart to for give his enemies. Another readily forgives enemies, but never satisfies his creditors but by constraint. These, by some, are esteemed de vout, while, in reality, they are by no means so." It was this way of thinking and his revolutionizing the religious life • ANGELINA R. LABUCAY Apostle of Aristocrats, because his early books were addressed to friends who happened to belong to the upper crust of society. Francis was of noble birth himself. This, however, is not true, for his writ ings apply equally to the rich and the poor and he always took upon himself to write as if addressing a particular person. To serve warning to those people who attach too much importance to accidental phenomena in the mys tical life such as raptures and vi sions, he writes: "Nay, it has hap pened that many have lost perfec tion in the desert who had pre served it in the world... As birds, wherever they fly always meet with the air, so we, wherever we go, or whatever we are, shall al ways find God present." (Continued on page 11) FEBRUARY, 1957 Page 9 The Religious of the Press Pope Pius XI, in one of his pronouncements, expressed the im perative need of our limes for a truly Catholic Press to combat the forces of falsehood that threaten to destroy the very foundation upon which our modern society rests. Said the Pope: “Today, more than ever before, it becomes necessary that the causes of moral and reli gious ruin be brought under vigilant submission in order to counter act the occasions of moral and religious shipwreck. In these we in clude the press with its many impious and licentious publications, the motion picture industry with its lascivious productions, the radio which facilitates and conveys into the very heart of the home its venomous programs.” The organization of missionary groups whose main responsibility is to dessiminate Catholic information and to bring truth to the people has, therefore, been encouraged and given impetus in answer to the challenge of the limes. OF the missionary groups of the Church dedicated to the serv ice of Christ and the enhancement of the Catholic Press through the propagation of Catholic books and literature are the two Congregations of the Priests of St. Paul and the Daughters of St. Paul which were founded on August 20, 1915, by the Very Reverend Father James Alberione, a simple and humble Pied montese priest. The first home of the Daughters of St. Paul was es tablished in Alba, Pompeia, a very ancient Italian city near Turin. The two aims of the Congrega tion are: first, the general or prin cipal aim, which is the glory of God and the sanctification of its members; second, the special aim, which is tc cooperate with the sa cerdotal apostolate in the spreading of Catholic Doctrine. Being one of the most active crusaders of the Church in its psychological light aaainst the evils of the press, the Congregation trains its members spiritually, intellectually and tech nically in order to meet the exigent demands of the times and to pre pare them in the various fields of human endeavor. Counting more than 2,000 members, thousands of houses dot the globe in all the five continents of the world: Africa, Asia, America, Europe and Aus tralia. The rapid development and growth of the Congregation of the Daughters of St. Paul can be more fully assessed by tracing back the various phases which took place during the early years of its foun dation. Aside lrom officially ac quiring its proper character in 1916, it was granted the following year an institution ol the state of pro bation. Its first apostolic mission was established in Susa (Turin) in 1918. Three years later, a large house with chapel, printing office and press, a study hall, and differ ent buildings were built. Recognizing the paramount im portance of expandina the proaram Page 10 THE CAROLINIAN of its apostolic mission, another house was founded in Rome in 1926 between the Basilica of St. Paul outside the walls and the TreFontane, in what is now known as St. Paul's Vineyard. As a token of respect and honor to the Saint whose name is the symbol of love and unity among the members of the organization, a large Church of St. Paul was inaugurated in 1928. The Episcopal approval was grant ed to the Society in 1929 in recog nition of its remarkable successes in the field of missionary work. Two years later, it started erecting hou ses outside Italy. The house built in Rome in 1926 became the resi dence of the higher superiors ’ of Jhe Congregation, major studies and the novitiate. In 1938, a prin cipal house was built in Manila complete with printing office and press where members of the Society print and publish Catholic books, pamphlets and bulletins. Convents were also established in Albay and in the cities of Naga, Lipa, Cebu and Davao. It is said that one of the two aims of the Congregation is to cooperate with the sacerdotal apostolate in the propagation of the Catholic Doctrine through the Apostolate of the Press. To attain this objective, by Sixto LI. Abao Jr. an effective propaganda work is necessary. The Congregation of the Daughters of St. Paul, therefore, trains its members in the latest works of art and science. The mem bers are taught the various classes of work based upon the convent need and the peculiar talent of the individual. There are those who are directed to devote their time to writing books, pamphlets, articles, for various publications. Some are assigned to employ their talents in the fields of radio and cinema. Others are employed in printing, bookbinding, mailing, renting of films, of organizing, different radio (Continued on page 22) FEBRUARY, 1957 ST. FRANCIS DE SALES St. Francis' first fling at author ship came through his leaflets and : pamphlets against Calvin's succes’ sor, Theodore Beza, and Calvinism in general. They are characterized by his mild controversial style, a di version from the beaten path of forceful oratory and exaggerated literary antics. Francis used to say: i "I have always thought that he who : preaches with love preaches quite i sufficiently against heretics, though : he should not utter a single word of controversy against them." | Because of his plain, unaffected | style, and his sparing use of ges; tures, his first sermon in a crowd ed fashionable church in Paris was not received with enthusiasm. Be fore long, however, the Paris chur■ ches where he preached were so crowded that on one occasion he could enter only through a window. , The crowds came because, like his I writings, his speeches emanated I warmth and sincerity which made each person present think the words i were addressed directly to himself. St. Francis always admitted that he was not very original and that | his only gift was to arrange in a ! novel way the thoughts of the past, especially those of Teresa of Avila and St. Charles Borromeo. He was also especially attached to Philip Neri. Mr. Maynard, however, says: "What, after all, is originality? Does it exist in any absolute sense?" This admission of St. Francis does not. The Catholic Printer and Catholic Literature (Continued from page 8) Our Filipino National Language, which is the richest of the spoken dialects, cannot even promise a satisfactory translation of every word or term that appears in an English original. Even if translation into our national language could be made, still these translated copies do not sell well. While it is true that Filipino National Language is taught in our schools, yet, students have been taking the subject for granted. They do not even speak the language during their Tagalog classes. Besides, it has not yet attained the general understandability that Engi lish has achieved among our people. The situation presents a dilemma for the Catholic presses of the nation. To print highly scholarly materials is to lose their business; to i print cheap ones which easily sell is to drift from the objective of disi seminating Catholic literature ... Catholic principles, philosophies, deep ; ideas. . . among the Filipino masses. ' Really, water does not rise above its level. The Catholic presses I in the Philippines cannot rise above the Filipino level of literacy and i interest in cultural subjects among the literati. J (Continued from page 9) in any way, preclude the fact that he also had some original ideas, notable of which is the line he wrote to Madame de Chantal: "In deed Paradise would be in all the pains of Hell, if only the love of God could be there. And if hell were the fire of the love of God, its tor tures would, I think, be desirable." This idea was taken up centuries later by Swinburne in the Prelude to his Tristram of Lyonesse. In conclusion, Mr. Maynard writes of St. Francis: "Not one of its (the Church's) theologians; not one of its greatest mystical writers; perhaps not even one of the two or three greatest devotional writers, Francis de Sales is surely unique in the way he twines together the various strands. Nowhere does religion wear a more smiling face than in his works, but yet is far removed from that very obnoxious paraded bonhomie of the religious sort. Here is everybody's saint, simple and friendly and affectionate but always practical, too, always aware of the needs of human nature. ... In the kind and unassuming Prince-Bi shop of Geneva they find a per sonal friend; in his books they have been able to taste and see that the Lord is good." J Other references: 1. Dictionary of Saints 2. introduction to a Devout Life—by St. Fran cis de Sales Page 11 ft E E <P O E CD S The signatures of leaves fallen have long since lost traces On the lawn loam, the races of vanished aprils bright with fire. Now I gather with hands heavy the remnants still red with remembering. Clover Pull over you the memory of what should have been. The memory of what should have been is cold. W'rap yourself up in the remembering of what once was And feel its tingling gold. it will be like this for all dreamers, But the afterthought of it JFas merely a ghost of limned loveliness. The tree is moveless in the gray now. Leafless al the end of the day now. And the thundering of the may now Is heavy on the tired head. oCines in a ru, ore by Cornelio Faigao Glassed sunshine from a valley in Mindanao Freshness congealed in multi-colored bottles, Youth celebrating in silence little private wars. Somewhere in other climes other youths march To martial tunes to quench other fires, strange hungers, Face the grim music of death through the mud and grime. Under the glasscase among the perfumed knicknacks, Feel a lonely Man's magnificent shouting of admonition and blame, Measured by the distances, and the sunshine And the eyeful in Gasa. One arm stretches at the glittering bottle. One arm stretches for arms aglitter in the sun, And assuages the fire of blood to a private theme, And the fear of me apprehensive, sitting alone in a drugstore. Page 12 THE CAROLINIAN • Into Welcoming Night He STOOD by the window and stared at the high white wall across from him. Then his eyes ran along the length of the pock-marked alley to the intersection where people flashed by in characteristic urban haste. He looked once more at the wall and soon it struck him again . . . as it always did when he looked at things he liked but did not own . . . that scornful feeling of pure hate and disgust. He hated the city and its bright lights and its smart crooks and its flashy low cars. He wanted to smash his fists into stylish display windows and pot-bellied cigar-smoking nabobs who lived in mansions and joined exclusive clubs. And the face of the city, with all its glitter and wiles, was the face of Mr. Cordova who owned the high white wall which sheltered his lawn from pedestrian eyes. From the room inside, he heard the voice of his father calling him. It was a voice that reminded him of gravel being stepped upon. He went into his father's room—a dark affair that smelled of mixed odors of drugs, sweat and soot. At the far corner, in a cot that had seen better times, his father lay. .. a cripple who had wished many times he had died with his wife when the city was bombed. Narciso, his father called weak ly, don't leave until the doctor ar rives. It will be dark soon and I don't want to be alone. I'm afraid of the dark. You won't wait up for ShM me very long, anyway. I’ll be as leep scon. And I'm not afraid when I'm asleep. Yes, father, he said and made straight for the -window when his father started coughing again. A couple of balut vendors were shouting their ’wares, followed by several bootblacks who took turns kicking a tin can and laughing as though they had just enjoyed a lull meal. Narciso watched them until they were swallowed up by the street at the far end of the al ley. Then his eyes swept across the wall again and its silent defi(Continued on next pa(/e) by B« K. Tor io Page 13 ance made him remember the time before the war when the land on which it stood had been his father's. They had lived well enough at the time. His parents ran a store which sold school articles and ma gazines. He remembered, too, that she was fifteen when he saw her there for the first time. Shy, nervous Mely who peered hesitantly at the comic magazines. A shifty but beau tiful girl whose nervousness failed to conceal the stars in her eyes and the loveliness of the upswept hair tied by a yellow ribbon. He was walking slowly past her, afraid that by showing attention, he would drive her away. But then it was Providence that brought them to gether lor he bumped into her and her things were strewn on the floor. Very apologetically, he picked up her books one by one. I am so clumsy. I'm sorry, he said. Oh, I shouldn't have gotten in the way, she said. And they both looked at each other to forge a companionship that was to leave its marks in memory. He remembered how she looked at him. It was something that made him feel so lost in identity that for some time, he just wanted to stay there... in her eyes where prom ises were being made. They used to meet at "Sonny's," a quiet little inn where they hid ] notes under their favorite table and read what they could not say to 1 themselves. Then the war sent Mely and her family to the provinces but they • stayed behind. They had to make ; a living. And it could not have ■ been anywhere else but in the city. War or no war. He saw Mely again when they returned sometime after the libera tion. She was a lovely woman then, with no trace of the juvenile nail-biting hesitation which often went with her actions. Together they went to the old haunt and they found "Sonny's" in a new build ing. It wore a new coat of paint but the owner was still the old woman who smiled understandingly at them everytime they went in side. The booths were tidy com fortable confessionals of love. Ex cept for the fresh paper polish, their table was no different from the one they used to drink over. But they met only once in the parlor. Mely left a note the next day explaining how she was so sorry she didn't have time to say goodbye, what with all the shopping and the packing be fore she left for abroad where her father wanted her to continue her studies. And that was all. Then he remembered how Mely's lather, Mr. Cordova, pulled a neat trick on them by letting his father sign some legal-looking papers for the price of a song. He balled his palms so tight that they hurt. The high white wall was there, right across him, blocking him from a land that was his. And to think that his father, the poor cripple, had to give away good land to rent a hovel and pay a doctor who, it seemed to him, had no wish to make his father any better. He could have paid the doctor's bills from his sales at the magazine stand. His father did not have to sell the land. But Mr. Cordova got what he wanted. Why, old man, he said, you can get the land back when you are on your feet. Be realistic. Just like that and the deal was consummated. A car turned its lights toward the alley and stopped at the door of news value. The Catholic editors' antagonism to the UN and its sup port for world federalism does not reflect the praise of our Church in view of the Holy Father's hope in seeing the UN a success and world federalism a living reality. What can be revealed as public or private? A catholic journalist is in a dilemma between his desire to gain a wide reading public for the financial interests of his paper and his conscience that emphatically puts a foot down. Personal affairs of world figures should not be ca pitalized upon and the Catholic writer has the duty to shield them from the unhealty curiousity of the masses, a charity of respecting the secret of a distressed soul. Here he comes to grips with the problem of resigning his job, losing his chan ces for advancement as well as risking the arrows of censures from his boss. The sacrifice of a tempo ral pleasure to eternal values is not too much to ask when we remem ber that every sentence we write shapes the unconscious as well as the conscious moments of our peo ple. Is it the right of a free press to expose a scandal in its with all the sordid details? To break the stand ards of propriety in narrating and picturing sex and divorce is adver tising the ugly, the obscene. Samuel Cardinal Stritch says the THE DUTY OF A CATHOLIC WRITER (Continued from page 5) the. house. The doftor, Narciso thought scornfully. A short bald man in an immaculate white uni form went inside the house. He pass ed Narciso without so much as a nod. He was a man who seemed to know what had to be done and didn't care about what was around him. After a while, he called out to his father that he was leaving but the doctor told him to wait. The doc tor went out of the room like one who had been shot between the eyes. He had a glazed look and that was all Narciso needed to know what had happened. I'll be asleep soon, his father had said. He fled out of the house, not wanting to see the tragedy that had been visited upon it; not wanting to be a part of the sorrow that he knew only too well was his own. His only desire was to keep on running. To flee from the enemies that hounded him (Continued on page 20) writer has the duty to "present the authoritative teaching of the church, to tell the authentic story of the life of the church in our times and comment on the light of our faith on the many problems of our times with a deep moral and religious bearing. Freedom of the press im poses a responsibility, if the press fails to satisfy its responsibility and keep within the limitations which the moral law imposes on its free dom, it inflicts an injury on public welfare as well as the good of the messenger." In news gathering, the writer has the social responsibility to reflect the true spirit of his time. Our press helps to make the life of the day and when a press has a keen awareness of the role it plays in moulding the life of our period, it will be more careful. Our press has the double duty not only to re flect the evil of our times but also to point out the good—to "make right the bad times and give ys a better day." Anyone who says that the Cath olic press is not free because it gives only Catholic viewpoints and attitudes does not know the real meaning of freedom. The Catholic approach in the words of Cardinal Feltin is to "extract from the tran sitory and contingent happenings which also gives the news meaning (Continued on page 16) Page 14 THE CAROLINIAN THE GAMBLER’S w I T S A OGIS! Sa Ogis! Dyes! Dyes! Tagup-at! Tagup-at!" Inside the arena were a small group of men. There were two pagadores, a Koyme and a mananari. In the center were two elderly men each fondling a gaffed gamecock. Suddenly, the shouts subsided. The two elderly men stood with feet planted apart, patted their cocks and gave them a pinch in the ear. The gaffs were released to start the fray. The moment was tense. The crowd was motionless. Everybody was on his feet. There was not a voice, a sigh, nor even a whisper. Every body knew that the combatant cocks were champions, veteran matadors in the gambling arena of Liyog and Banwa, two rival cockfight towns. Pula, the red rooster, had snappedoff 25 heads; Ogis, the white roos ter, had two and a half dozen roos ter claws in its roost. In the far corner, outside the arena, sat a man. He was a pic ture of one who had borne a heavy burden all his years. He was good looking although quite old. Deep lines cut across his cheeks. Taboy always posted himself in that corner and he went there ahead of the other spectators. He had very good reasons to be at the arena at the time: Mang Tasio's Ogis was out for another killing. He had sworn several times to bet all his wife's savings on Ogis if he had the chance to get his hands on her ticug purse. And he got the chance that afternoon when Stella, his wife, visited her sister in a faroff town. Mang'. Tasio's hermophrodite rooster was\unbeatable! Separated from\the arena only by a thin wire fence,yTaboy could see every move of the combatants. The duelists were slow and hesitant. Pula would take a'step backward, brandishing the shining spur on/ its left foot. Ogis was not his figming self. He was quick ahd fast in all his previous bouts but this after noon he was sloV gloomy ana unglamorous. \ \ Taboy fished out a \lirty worn handkerchief rrom hr and mopped bigx beads of siSjeat from his face. He had several previous fig vorite cock but had ne usy fight atur hard-earn sed and the handlers, koyme, todk ged position^. d the grou □nd landed. ambled the 300, of his roosters, showe it. Tired of wai upon the order the cocks and e Just as Pula re like lightning, it c ed at Ogis. O Pula took up the zed overhead wi pumping the e crafty Ogis crou cessfully escaped they turned and st other again. y lldefonso Velez Lagcao strong rope severdi^i climbed . the path lead; tied one • S&ont Stony • seconds, thirty seconds and the wily actors didn't change position. Then Ogis, warming up to the old form which had won him the res pect of not a few die-hard gamblers in the locality, leaped and whirled around his opponent in,preparation for a death blow. being a mestizo balula pk to retaliate and fpHowed OgjsSSfrinto the air. A natic airjig|& ensued amidst the'' roar and thfigrfer of the excited ahd eager cr«^d. lis breSh. The fiery en theStwo daring s was^o close and was\Aimpossible to ch roaster was in anger. *g&ut Ogis had yn for ms skill and air-skirmishes. The wild cheer and e b\ts for Ogis. \^Kinsay urriedly swaUc his throat, ts disehtan e underdog the much-vc s suffered d st and, who p/\fhe foipt bearing th^Jspur erged uni vulnerable gashzh more^ x „ was broken ___ he crowd surged in tion and excitement. Poor Taboy closed\ could not doubt who the world had en d collapSqd. That\iight Tbboy w d. He knew H^at' the following day his wife woulcNbe home frqm the visit. He had dreaded above all the fury'of Stella's scorn? and in the dark he saw visions of hik wife's eyes burning and teeth gTatirn d gnashing with rage. After h g marshalled all his\wit, an idea struck him which he believed to be the only solution to resqlve the fear of wife's wrath. Either this or the tj£’^sy^ikya'', he thought. e hour having almost come for his wife's expected arrival, Taboy acted in haste. Equipped with a nd sucThen ronting each ime the comd eyed Twenty Page 15 of the tree and knotted the other end in a way that if the end of the rope was pulled, the knot be came untangled. He waited grimly and stoically for the hour to stage the mock punishment. He felt the urge to laugh aloud. Suddenly, Taboy saw his wife. He took hold of the rope and fitted his neck into the knot. He then look a deep long breath and made a desperate somersault into space. His wife, upon seeing him swing ing from the tree and pulling vi gorously at the rope, all but died of horror from the shocking sight. Her shrieks summoned her neigh bors who unhooked Taboy off the noose. Stella was consumed by sobs and sighs. Before his wife had time enough for a breathing spell, Taboy started again for the rope but this time Stella flung her self al her husband. "What's hap pening to you? Why behave like this? Have I been a bad wife to you? Have I been unreasonable?" Taboy pretended to be unconsolable. He had to do something to hold off the impending danger ol the palo-palo. His wife was often silent but she was very capable of violence. The limp in his left leg was proof of that. Oh, but he thought Ogis was such a sure bet! "I'm fed up with life. I want to die. I can't stand all the wrangles in the house! There will be no end to your nagging now that I have spent all your savings on Mang Tasio's rooster!" Stella's first impulse was to leap at her husband, cougar-style, and claw him to bits but her weaker and nobler nature won her over to a less violent recourse. Instead of fetching her clothes paddle, Stella tried to assuage him. It was a complete change of heart for her and Taboy was thoroughly surprised at the turn of events. "You don't have to take your life on that account. Money is not every thing. I can always recover. that." Taboy's spirit soared at his wife's charity. His trick had worked won ders. He was rid of the palo-palo and it was a signal of victory. "Besides," his wife continued her humanitarian spiel, "1 bought myself a pair of earrings, a ring and a couple of nice dresses. They cost me a cold three hundred pesos but no matter. It was your money I spent, anyway. Your brother hand ed it to me with the direction that I give it to you. He said it was your share from the sale of your father's land. Well, we're even, aren't we, darling!" } THE DUTY Of A CATHOLIC WRITER (Continued from page U) in the light of eternity and places it in relation to the absolute." This is not an infringement of freedom. People object to the so-called clan nish "catholic mileu" because they feel they are being given only one side's biased opinion. We have free dom to do good but to do evil is the extreme degree of servitude. There is no such thing as a free dom from the truth. Catholic writ ers base their writings on the light of their religion's teachings because within the truth. Catholic press is free. "Truth never shackles; truth liberates." Catholic writers have the impera tive duty to expose falsehoods, ; slanders and calumnies heaped on the Church by bigoted critics. Sa muel Cardinal Stritch again says: "the catholic press is the principal ! organ for making known encyclical i letters as well as official pronouncei ments of the hierarchy and are to I utmost importance in translating ! them to fit in the pattern of our ■ work-a-day world." A dignified si■ lence is not always the best policy I to combat mudslinging. A Catholic i press must catch the question, evai luate it and present its side with corrections to dispel errors. News ; commentaries must be carefully | thought out and presented clearly to leave no doubt in the minds of ' the readers. It does not think for i them but it gives them the guid Ambassador Walter Hines Page was at one time editor of The World's Work and, like all editors, was obliged to refuse a great many stories. A lady once wrote him: “Sir: You sent back last week a story of mine. I know that you did not read the story, for as a test I had pasted together pages 18, 19, and 20, and the story came back with these still pasted; and so I know you are a fraud and turn down stories without reading same." Mr. Page wrote back: "Madame: At breakfast when I open an egg I don't have to eat the whole egg to discover it is bad." ance to base their judgments. A Catholic press is competent and ob jective. In presenting the news. Ca tholic writers must limit their cov erage only to the important aspect that the newslront can offer. The news must be valuable not only to the life of the Church but also to the whole world. Here's where the space limitation of a paper is one aid in shifting the great bulk ol ma terials. Newspaper crusades are effective in arousing public opinion but they must be kept well in hand or they will degenerate by yielding to the temptation of letting emotion thumb down reason. Hot issues easily in flame the people. The guiding role of an alert Catholic press can hard ly be underestimated. The public square of today is our daily papers, our popular literature and our periodicals. The need for a more widespread and effective Catholic press is a prime postulate for progress. A strong weapon in the hands of a weak man or a mi nority is better than an ineffective weapon in the hands of a strong man or a majority. The Safe rule is: "God and I form a majority." We are not so much fighting a cold war of arms as fighting a war in the minds of men. This is a battle of ideologies. The Catholic writer has a great task ahead. Page 16 THE CAROLINIAN When a boy reaches a certain age, a lot of problems begin to stare him in the face. But the one that plagues him most comes from a skirted species we generally call WOMEN, spelled in capital letters. This is the author’s confession of his ... fneL-l-P ORDEAL AT SIXTEEN I DRESSED up very meticulously that evening and this was one ol the rare times I discarded my jeans and put on the best clothes I had. I went to my mother's dresser and sampled all kinds ol perlume I could lay my paws on. The effect was that I smelled like a skunk. Well, at least I thought 1 smelled like one. After all, the nearest skunk to me was not less than eight thousand miles away. "Yes, tonight I will call on Linda. This is my first call on a lady," I thought. At the thought of Linda, my heart beat faster and 1 saw myself swoon dreamy-eyed in the mirror. I look ed great, I looked romantic, but above all, 1 looked kind of stupid. So, I practised smiling and made a lot of contortions and distortions with my face to find out in which pose I looked best. 1 never reach ed a conclusion. Everytime 1 con torted, the part of my body which I call my face, became more dis torted. I knew I had to reveal my love (at least, I thought it was love) to Linda that evening, but my dilem ma was whether I should be just myself or open my heart to her in the manner of poets. After long and careful deliberation, I made up my mind. "Cyrano de Bergerac," I thought, "minus his nose." I started constructing poetry in my mind, and at the same time comb ed my already well-groomed hair. I almost consumed a bottle of po made for this escapade. I had to since I had no intention of remind ing Linda of a sea urchin. Frantically, I rushed to my desk, by CAESAR V. VILLA took out the dictionary, and looked up a lot of high-sounding words. I memorized a few and was ready to scram, but the last glance at the mirror gave me a shock. The hair at the back of my head was try ing to play R.O.T.C. at attention. "Not tonight, you rebels, not to night!" 1 whispered and plastered the rest ol the pomade on the re bellious group. The rest ol my family was gath ered in the sala when Cyrano made his dramatic entrance. "A stranger just entered the sala," said my sister, “and he smells awfully sweet, too." Everybody turned his head my way. Somehow, I managed to forge a smile which was dry as the Sa hara desert and as sour as vine gar, in answer to the inquisitive stares. Then, I blushed as red as a ripe tomato. "Where's the dance tonight, son?" asked my father, his face buried a newspaper. "It's not a dance. Pa," said Ester, my heckling sister. "If I'm not mis taken, it's the girl at the dance last Saturday. Brother dear stared at her so much that the poor girl al most melted." “Mind your own business, will you?" I shot back. (Continued on //«</< 20) FEBRUARY, 1957 Page 17 DREAMS by Demetrio Maglalang I LOOK upon horrible dreams as one of the assets of humanity, one of the good things of life; because one feels so elated after waking. 1 am convinced that most men and women do not sufficiently appre ciate the advantages they possess. They either exaggerate their suf ferings and drawbacks or, instead of enjoying what they have, they spend their time in longing for what they cannot reach. Just as it takes an illness to make one appreciate the satisfactions of health, so one needs a calamity to make one realize how good daily existence is. It is often said how good a teacher experience is. This is by no means always or even often true. Experience charges too much for her lessons. There is no good in learning how one might have shown sagacity in business after one is bankrupt; there is no good in discovering how one ought to have avoided a cer tain article of diet after one is fatal ly poisoned; there is no good in re ceiving the proof of the danger in carelessly driving a motor car when one lies dead in the ditch. Now the best way to discover how cheerful daily life is, is to be visited by a frightful dream. The horrible white beast has seized us, because when we tried to flee, our legs were lead. Just as it is about to sink its terrible tusks into our shrinking frame, we wake up and hear the good old cars go by. Hur rah! it was only a dream; and we are alive on the blessed earth. And we have learned how sweet plain ordinary life is without the lessons costing us anything but a transitory sweat. I think, too, that many who either profess to hate life or at all events refuse to admit anything ggod about it, might appreciate more’ if they could be temporarily transfer red, not to hell but to their own imagined heaven. Wagner in the famous opera, TANNHAUSER, has given us an admirable illustration. This knight, like all his fellow creatures, felt the call of the senses; he was transported from this im perfect earth to the pagan heaven (Continued on page 33) Page 18 THE CAROLINIAN • jpaetn^T I my WJindouj All were hungry All were sail All were weary None was glad — but the last — he was young and old, weak and bold and lived the life of the dead. For the last was dead — except. He was dead — unless . . . • Dick Cabailo ^iyktrnare JI ithin the deep hollow chamber of my soul a revenant cries Heavy with mixed voices of a thousand choirs Cold as the tomb of decaying Time Pointing its icy finger of Death to the Beautiful; lovely; beguiling visions of life. • Leonardo Rivera in the shadows of memory i saw you again: crying sobbing conveying tears to him! . . . the tranquillity, clothed by a thousand soliloquys, was caught in cubicles of pain . . . —ii— you were of them, among pale mortals: upreaching searching calling for his name — for the name that to hunger was cure ...as though to hope that one moon would hold more joy than pain . . . —iii— and i knew i suffered more for i was in that pantomine which sought to topple white towers i built with hope —iv— the pain was poised to hunt the dream but i, no longer upreaching, found that pain was love. • Renato Rance: ^Jiynette Life for want of love nurtured me, Love for want of life now sends me to my grave. If love be lost, Then why should life be here And chart the useless aim Of trying years? • THE GYI’S Your tvorld .... my world no sighs no tears no sorrows to share no bridge to cross as alone, we walk — Apart. For we did not know some hearts must meet unspoken words be known in silence understood as Together, we walk alone Through a slow whirling mist we found that the sighs the tears the sorrows we shared were bridges for our souls to cross and blend — yet, Apollo we know we shall do more—You and 1 we shall not only blend we shall think act live and shall love as One. • Elsie Jane Vei.oso FEBRUARY, 1957 Page 19 Into Welcoming Nigh* (Continued from page 14) in the night and to be lost in one sustained heavy sleep. But one place had a charm over him and it was there, consciously or not, that he was heeding. It was the old place where notes were hidden un der the table. The place wasn't nice, anymore. There were no booths and no cur tains. An out-of-kilter jukebox at the end of the room served more as a stand for empty bottles and wet rags than as a dispenser of mu sic. A couple of ancient tables were surrounded by chairs that had out lived their usefulness. The place smelled of stale drinks and lowpriced cigarette butts. The old wom an herself was changed. She was a scowling thing. “Sonny's" had changed in their absence. Mely had been away too long. He rap ped his knuckles on the table. A waitress in faded dress who had a hard job trying to look beautiful in it came out of a door leading to what was, Narciso thought, a very poor imitation of a very poor kit chen. Yes, Mister? Hard, tough liquor, and the strongest smelling cigarette money can buy. I'm celebrating a double defeat here. A few minutes later, she reappear ed with a tall bottle and a couple of gnarled cigarettes that must have figured in some way during the In surrection. He lit a cigarette and was about to take a drag on it when somebody tapped him on the shoulder. Spare me a cigarette. Mister? My mouth's dry. I've been spitting on “No Vacancy" signs all day. He gave the guy a shot of liquor and a cigarette and the fellow got pretty chummy. Newspaper I got here, he said handing it to Narciso, says a cer tain moneybags got killed. He met his daughter at the airport. Just got back from States where she stu died a couple of years. Car mishap. The car of moneybags not badly damaged but rich guy died of fright. Blood pressure. The daugh ter got through very neatly. Not a scratch. Poor kid, she should have died with Papa, eh! Heh-heh. Rich guy with poor rich lonely daughter, ha ha ha. Killed! Haw haw. Rich man killed and poor man drinking rum. Heh heh. Shut up and get out! Narciso whacked the guy with the newspa per and threw it at him when he ran. It was Cordova, all right. And Mely. Mely who left no address and wrote no letters. A rich girl who probably met another guy rol ling in dough. Forget her, you goat, he told himself. You're no good for her. You're a cheap ma gazine hack who got the cold treat ment long ago. Why don't you get drunk, you rumpot, and forget her? He held the bottle by the neck and took a long swig at it. He fished into his pockets for money and slapped the change on the ta ble. He was lumbering out of the joint in a daze. Nowhere to go, he said in self-mockery. Nowhere to run. No one to go home to. He walked past the door and met several persons who were going home from a late show. He did not have any particular place in mind. All he wanted to do was walk and walk. Even run... Look out! He whirled about but something hit him on the shoulder. He was thrown to the ground in a scream of brakes that drowned out the oth er voices of the city. He lay near the curb staring at a ring of faces and hearing strange voices above him. He wasn't badly hurt but then his mind was a machine that registered strange sensations. Of a sudden, he heard the voices no more and even the ring of faces disappeared. He began to rise but somebody held him tenderly by the shoulders. Oh, dear, were you badly hurt? No. I'm so sorry. It couldn't have hap pened had I been a little careful. But.. . She knew she had to reenact the tragedy. She had just been from the hospital where her father lay on one of so many beds. Dead. Seeing him there, after the long absence, and feeling the same old hesitation .. . holding him ... she knew it there still. Just as she had said before she left. Narciso, what ever happens, the feeling will al ways remain. Nothing will change it. She cried there. On his shoul ders. ... I have been through a lot al ready, Narciso. Oh, I shouldn't have gotten in the way, he said. I have gone through the same thing, Mely. My father left me this evening. (Continued on page 45) (Continued from page 14) “You won't stand a chance, lover boy. You remind me so much of a frankenstein creation, and I'm your own sister to say that." “And I suppose you look any bet ter. At least Linda said that she likes the athletic type. And I am the athletic type," I answered proudly. “The only part athletic about you, lover boy, is your feet!" she said triumphantly. “Lay off my feet, will you?" I warned in anger. “Sorry, I didn't know I was add ing insult to injury," Ester apolo gized sarcastically. "Don't worry, lover boy, I wouldn't touch it withi a ten foot pole," she added. "Can't you two ever talk to each other without behaving like cats and dogs?" remarked Papa, ap ORDEAL Al pearing as undisturbed as every body but me. "All right, son, you may go but be back before tenthirty." But I didn't go. I wanted some thing more than just the permis sion to go. After hanging around the sala for about three minutes without succeeding in asking for what I wanted, my heckling sister blurted again. “Puppy, dear, I think lover boy wants to borrow your car, too." Father turned to me and gave me that look of understanding. Pres ently, his hand dug into his poc kets and later came out with the key, plus two bucks (but for the ben efit of those who don't understand what the word “bucks" means, let's make it two pesos). At the sight of two bucks. Ester turned green with envy and proceeded to give Papa the works. You know that down trodden, forlorn and forsaken look. But whether she succeeded in rob bing the old man, I don't know for as soon as I got hold of the key and the two bucks, I scrammed. The old man could have changed his mind, you know. I took out the piece of paper where Linda had written her ad dress. 796 Aviles street. That was on the outskirts of town. I started the car and drove off until I read the sign Aviles St. Then I slowed down. I finally found Page 20 THE CAROLINIAN the house. It was the creepiest joint I ever saw It looked mas sive and forbidding and it must have had a lot of spooks in it. I got the shivers and I hesitated but I finally made up my mind to drop in. The outside gate was open so I went in. It was then that 1 no ticed my legs begin to shake, rat tle and roll. "Come on, feet, let's go," I heard myself say. I knocked at the door and waited. When no answer came, I knocked again, and waited. During the time I waited, my ima gination ran wild and 1 began to see spooky things and strange eyes staring at me. I sweated worse than the residents of that place where sinners go. The big, oaken door squeaked and the face that appeared in the SIXTEEN threshold almost killed me with the heebie-jeebies. I later found out that the old horror was Linda's grandma. "Good evening," I greeted. "Good evening," she answered, "Anything I can do for you?" "Yes, Madame, if you please, I would like to see Linda." "Oh! yes, she's in. Do come in and sit down." Linda was in the sala when I came in and 1 was proud to see the girl 1 loved do some sewing. I always disliked the footsy-wootsy, dainty kind of girl. I parked mysell on one of the over-sized sofa while Linda sat on the other end. The shivers got worse. This was simply murder. 1 never faced a woman before in my whole miserable life and now, 1 began to regret my coming here. Maybe I was scared of ghosts but I was more scared of Linda. I knew I was awkward and I was conscious of the darned thing. The whole business became worse when old granny sat between us. She smelled like a tobacco ware house and something worse. From the looks of her, she needed a bath very badly. This was crucifixion. I started mentioning the smell of a certain ditch I passed on the way. I guess the old crow got the hint because she gave me a snub and (Continued on pae/e •?/) MON of Ross Escober Some persons instinctively know their sight is failing or their other senses are malfunctioning, but not the fellow who indulged in fingering a safe knob or what he thought was one until the household wakened and chased him half to death. He brokenly confessed that what he turned on was a radio and not a safe knob. He added he needed glasses from then on. An informant tells us this one. Said he, "A drunken friend once came to his girl who said, *l have no sympathy for a man who gets drunk every night*." The man proved himself equal to the situation with the retort that a man who gets drunk every night doesn't need any sympathy. Here's a bit of human drama: A dead-beat once bummed for a meal with "Could you give a poor fellow a bite?" The housewife, out of her usual pa tience, gave the poor man the road with "I don't bite myself but I'll call my dog." They say anything false will never do anyoody good. Whoever said that false teeth don't do anybody good? One of the opposite sex asked another of her kind in what turned out to be a merry mix-up of personalities. Said one sweetly, "What is your worst sin?" The reply was that her greatest was watching herself in the mirror be cause it smacked of too much vanity. "My dear, that is not vanity, that's en tirely imagination," commented the in terrogator. By way of an opening conversation, I struck up with ' Can I blow you a ring?" The new acquaintance who happened to be a 'she* with all serious ness aside said, "You can blow me into one!" She: All my life I had been saving my kisses for a man like you! He: Prepare to lose the savings of a lifetime! An office mate was telling us last night how he kept peace at home. Said he, "I never take my trouble home from my office." One individual listening intently volun teered, "I don't have to either; mine usually waits at home." In England to take orders means to enter the ministry of the Church. Here it's slightly different. . . you enter a church to get married and take orders. Here's my idea of a well-mated couple. A man who snores and a woman who is deaf... Here's a bit of news.... A small boy stood at the entrance of a cobbler's shop. "What do you repair boots with, Mister?" "Hide!" replied the cobbler sharply. "E r r r, eh?" "Hide!" the cobbler returned im patiently. "What for?" the boy insisted some what surprised. "Hide! The cow's outside," sighed the man. "Don't care if it is. Who's afraid of a cow, anyhow" said the youngster defiantly. A landlady was accosted by an ac quaintance of one of her boarders. "Does M......... a student, live here?" was the question fired at her. "Well, I know Mr................ lives here but I thought he was a night watchman." One thing I know, it doesn't pay for a girl to be vigilant. No matter how alert she may be, when a fellow kisses her, its a sure bet he'll do it right under her nose. An inquisitive beat-up matron was asking a comely young man about her age. To whicn the young man gal lantly replied, "Twenty-one mu'm." "Wonderful," the lady came back, "but how did you know", "Simple," countered the man, "I just counted the rings under your eyes." (Continued on pane 4.’>) FEBRUARY, 1957 Page 21 THE RELIGIOUS OF . . . COUP (Continued from pane 11) programs and propaganda work via libraries opened to the public. There are also sisters who are trained to repair the printing ma chines, also the cars and all elec trical appliances, in case of failure to operate. Division of labor or spe cialization of work becomes a pre dominant factor in the organization of the Congregation. However, while division of labor trains the in dividual in one specialized aspect of a job, the Sisters or the Daugh ters of St. Paul are taught the vari ous types of work in and out of the printing house. Hence, the inabil ity of one to do the job does not to a large degree affect the effi ciency of the organization because any member can do the work just as well as the other members can. The printed materials are not to be stocked in the stock rooms of the printing house but must be distri buted to the people otherwise the purpose of the press is defeated. For that reason, some members of the Congregation are trained to do the job of bringing this Catholic in formation to the people. The Sis ters take turns in travelling to va rious places even to the remotest barrios. They go to factories and business establishments, to barrios, towns and cities, in order to help combat the evil forces of the pres ent-day secular press and to save the people from the un-Catholic and un-Godlike havoc and destruction that is now threatening to destroy the very foundation upon which modern society rests. Faithful to their motto "Glory to God, peace to men" the Daughters of St. Paul work and walk in pairs and expose themselves to the multifarous dangers of life to bring light where there is darkness, to bring comfort where there is misery, to bring peace where there is confu sion and to bring truth where there is falsehood. An organization with a noble pur pose and commendable work such as the Congregation of the Daugh ters of St. Paul needs our help and prayers. By helping them, you are also helping the Catholic Press live and grow. $ DE GRACE by ADELINO B. SITOY ELECTIONS: TO HAVE OR NOT TO HAVE There is at present a move among our leaders to postpone the holding of the forthcoming national elections. That means a consti tutional amendment to that effect. If the plan materializes, we will have our national elections not this November, but in 1959, in synchronization with our local polls. The purpose of the move is virtuous: to make our leaders shy away from politics and, instead, face the economic problems con fronting the country today. Yet, selfish personal aspirations may be lurking behind this noble motive. We have observed that the people who are so vehement in this move are those whose terms will expire this year. It seems that these leaders are making this praise worthy plan the tool to foster their personal ambitions. For the sake of our respect to moral values, will these leaders, who prefer to lead themselves so their own personal benefits may follow, shut up? To have or not to have national elections this year is a question which should be decided by the people in a plebiscite. However, before the plebiscite is held, advocates of the respective sides of the question should present before the people their reasons for their stand. But, again, campaigners must be strictly limited to those who are not beneficiaries of the postponement of the elections. The rest must keep mum. If they can't help talking, I beg them to cut their tongues. At last our city health authorities have awakened from a long dream. It took several city administrations before a popular measure for cleanliness could be given legal teeth. Now, our city authorities are all for cleaning the city. They call their task operations spotless. The operation is directed against spitting, littering, and urinating in public places. These rules are contained in our city sanitary code of 1927. Unfortunately, none of our city health authorities ever bothered about them before. It is just now that they have decided to enforce the drive among city folks. Despite the delay, the move has not lost its merits. A strict implementation of such regulations would surely redound to the benefit of the city and its inhabitants. But our health authorities have overlooked the fact that the city folks do not cause most of the city's ugliness. The "King Cochero's" best friend, the horse, is responsible for the special kind of "dust" we in the city are privileged to enjoy. The enforcement of the regulation should apply to horses and men alike. Preferably, to the horses first. J Page 22 THE CAROLINIAN MINDS AT WORK... c$A ^Pictorial Study of the serious T’hase of College life . . . ‘ Pictorial Stony “THOU ART “TU ES PETRUS.” This is the Date: “ET SUPER HANC PET! Place: Cebu City and U.S.C. Qu Occasion: Pope’s Day. CATHOLIC students from the different Catholic schools in the city took active part in this universal celebration. For to them, the Pope, more than the prover bial symbol of hope in this trou bled age, is the Vicar of Christ, PETER..." e song- behind these pictures. TRAM.” January 18, 1957. aadrangle. and their Spiritual Leader and Father. From him they receive instructions on faith and morals. And to him they return much acclaimed by them with blending paeans of praise: “Long- Live the Pope I” To P. E. or not to P. E. These are some of the Answers... RELIGION SEMINAR Farther Ernest Hoerdemann, SVD, is conducting a Seminar in Reli gion for college students. The Se minar lasts from five o'clock to five-thirty in the afternoon every Friday of the week and is held re gularly in Room 221 of the second floor, main building. Its main pur pose is to accommodate college stu dents who are interested in broad ening their knowledge of the Ca tholic Faith. All students from dif ferent colleges and departments of the university are welcomed in jhe Seminar. < USC PROVIDES OFFICE FOR STUDENT COUNSELLORS •A special new office for the Stu dents Counsellors has been provided by the school. It is located in the room adjacent to the Office of the Dean of Women. The schedule of the different student counsellors follows: Father L. Bunzel, SVD, M.W.F.: 5:30-6:00 P.M.; Fr. E. Hoerdemann, SVD, Daily: 11:0011:45 A.M.; Mr. A. Ordona, M.W.F.: 7:45-8:45 A.M.; Mrs. Falcon, Daily: 4:30-5:30 P.M. All students are again invited to avail themselves of the opportunity to secure good advice and guidance in their personal and academic problems. The counsellors are there to help in whatever way they can. USC SCA SPONSORS CONVOCATION The University of San Carlos Student Catholic Action Study Club sponsored an interesting convoca tion last February 8, 1957. The topic was "Behave Yourself." Mrs. Rosa rio de Veyra, the USC Dean of Women, was the speaker. A fair sized crowd attended the convoca tion. MORE ADDITION TO USC FACULTY The University of San Carlos got another notable addition to its fa culty when Rev. Fr. Mathias Eder, SVD, joined the faculty ranks alter his arrival last January from Japan. Father Eder is a well-known anthro pologist, specializing in folklore studies. He has been the editor of a journal, called Folklore Studies, for many years. A Doctor of Philo sophy, Father Eder is scheduled to engage in scientific research, in the field of Filipino folklore. Before his SAMUEL B. FABROZ Editor assignment in the Philippines, he was in Japan. COLLEGE OF LAW GETS TWO NEW PROFESSORS Two prominent lawyers signed up recently for professorships in the USC College of Law. The two pro fessors are Judge Jose Mendoza and Atty. Cesar Kintanar. Both are recognized as experts in the profes sion they are engaged in and have held outstanding public and private positions. Judge Mendoza is at pre sent a Judge of the Court of First Instance of Cebu. He took over the classes in the USC College of Law which Judge Mejia left when he was called to a new assignment as Judge of the Court of First Instance of Lucena, Quezon province. Atty. Kintanar was, until recently, the Dean of the College of Law of the University of the Visayas. He began his teaching job in San Carlos at the beginning of the second semes ter of this year. Judge Mendoza began teaching since the later part of January. USC OFFERS SURVEYING COURSE Another course will be offered in the College of Engineering during the first semester of the schoolyear 1957-58. This is a two-year curri culum course leading to the title of Associate in Surveying. Some of the subjects lor the course might be offered this summer. USC CELEBRATES POPE'S DAY The Pope's Day was a red-letter day to students and faculty mem bers of San Carlos. Students from all colleges and departments par ticipated in the great celebration es pecially in the grand parade which started at the Cebu Patria and which ended at the USC Quadrangle. A program and exhibitional games climaxed the day's celebration. LIBRARY OPEN DURING SUNDAYS The Library facilities are now available to students at all days of the week, Sunday included. This new policy was effected to provide a good place for students to stay during Sunday. This schedule is, however, still experimental. If only a few students come during Sundays, the schedule may be cut ®ff. As of this date, a fair number of stu dents have been noted coming during Sundays — a good indica tion that the schedule will become permanent. USC ROTC CADETS GIRD FOR TACTICAL INSPECTIONS The Tactical Inspection of the University of San Carlos ROTC Corps is scheduled to take place on March 11, 1957. The USC ROTC Corps will be the first Unit to be inspected by the Third Military Area this year, being the one that placed first in last year's Tactical Inspec tion. It might be recalled that USC also won the previous tactical in spection. If the cadets this year will show the same performance, an other "star" will be awarded to the corps. Predictions have been made that a third straight victory is quite possible. USC LIBRARY DONATES BOOKS Three high schools in Mindoro were recently recipients of a num ber of text books in various sub jects. These include valuable new and old encyclopedias. These books were donated by the USC Library upon request of the three high schools. Six big cartons of books were also donated by the USC Library to Christ the King Seminary during the early part of the month of February. They were voluntarily given by San Carlos to provide more reading ma terials for those who are studying for the priesthood. SECRETARY GENERAL. REGISTRAR BACK FROM BAGUIO Pursuant to the Private Schools Director's call for a conference in Baguio of all Deans, Registrars, Department Heads and Principal Teachers of all private schools in the Philippines, the University of San Carlos sent Rev. Fr. Ernest Hoerdemann, SVD, and Mr. Jose V. Arias, Secretary-General and Regis trar, respectively, of USC. The agenda for the conference covered deliberations on school problems, curriculum administration and su pervision. (Continued <>>< FEBRUARY, 1957 Page 27 banner after banner, finally land ing in the final round of the tour nament. In the opening tussle, Occidental Negros Institute went down before the rampaging onslaught of the de termined Warriors, and then Baguio Colleges met the same fate with the Warriors polishing up the 100 mark, a feat only shared by La Salle, the NCAA champion. With the place assured for San Carlos in the semi-finals. Coach Dodong strangely circulated myth that the Tamaraws were to grab the crown as easy as picking pies from grand ma's kitchen. With that victory, the rating of the Carolinians scooted up. Other schools from the big city itself looked upon the defeat of FEU by the Carolinians as no mean triumph with the result that vaunt ed team never got past the semi final standing. With the finals looming ahead, a block came in form of the Iloilo WARRIORS in the The CAROLINIAN big guns hit Manila with a resounding slap that carried itself to the final stages of the hostilities. The banner borne by the first stringers of mentor Do dong Aquino composed of Peping Rogado, Danilo Deen, Doring Canizares, Boy de la Cruz and Baby Reynes supported by Michael Ernest, Borromeo Balodoy and Galdo, put up a plucky stand against the best that Manila threw at them. From the start of the guns, when the Cebuano Champions collided with various provincial greats, the massacre of their opponents was appalling and in the encounter with the Baguio Colleges, the century mark was passed. From the start of the tournament, USC had been an underrated team. The sports swamis termed the Cebu champs as a darkhorse in so far as the semifinals were concerned. The best local prediction deemed the Carolinian boys good only up to the time the provincial teams were eliminated from the game and after that it was curtains. Even the most optimistic prediction voted for sixth place. Even with the debunk ing of the much-ballyhoed team of a local university by the Number Two team of the CCAA, dopesters gave the locals the dimmest chance of playing in National Intercolle giate Tourney. However, the say ing that "when better predictions are made, it will not be made by sports dopesters" ran true to form and San Carlos went on to garner Aquino played a 'put up' game with Mapua in compliance with their schedule of games. The game was literally a give-away affair with the first stringers taking their turns at the court for only five mi nutes each. The reason given was that the boys had to conserve their strength for the initial encounter with FEU, the UAAP champs, in the semi-finals. Came the morrow and the Green and Gold Warriors took the stellar attraction of being billed with the UAAP champs. Coach Aquino fielded team captain Danilo Deen, Peping Rogado, Doring Canizares, Michael Ernest and Boy de la Cruz. At the referee's final whistle, San Carlos coasted along to victory on the shooting arms of Rogado who snatched sixteen points to his cre dit, Balodoy Borromeo who came along later with another sixteen markers to his name, followed by Doring Canizares, Ernest Michael, Deen and De la Cruz. Press dispatches that trickled all the way down here commented upon the individual shooting of the Ca rolinians and their conversion of long toms and set-shots. The harddriving sorties of Rogado and the cool style of Borromeo earned ap plause from the scribes. Shifty Reynes and elusive long-chassised Canizares came to be regarded as additional strength to the basketball wizardry of the South. FEU went down before San Car los, the first team to blast the Rousseau Escok San Agustin Eagles who gave our boys a drubbing. The defeat spelled another gloom for the Warriors whose opponents the next day were the Mapua Tech Cardinals. With grim determination on their faces, the Warriors faced the chal lenge with the confidence they ex uded on the day they met FEU. The result was that Mapua went down as if they were ransacked. With the hope once again revived, San Carlos found its way to the top bracket. All the provincial teams that entered the competition were practically thrown out of the com petition when the semi-finals start ed. Cebu's top team only remained. USC’s Warriors justified their name as Visayan champs. The final round was a sad affair. The referees partly cooperated to bring about the Warriors debacle. The referee had a very determined way of calling out fouls on our boys, but showed no such enthu siasm when the same thing was done by other teams. USC lost the game after leading all the way through. In the last minute alone, Page 28 THE CAROLINIAN San Carlos still had six points. But “ they lost to the referees! Then came the game with Ma pua. It must be remembered that San Carlos out-maneuvered the Mapua Tech in the semi-finals and, j therefore, were eager to "scrape j 'em up again" but the game was rough and rassle. Ditto the USCLa Salle skirmish where coach Aquino had to save his first stringers from landing the sick bed. This was how Manila treated our SHOOT § SHOUT -------- with ROSS - ■ ■ = Welcome to the days of unending practice topped by sleepless nights. That the Warriors are here, fresh from their recent victories, is a sign of another merciless grind to keep in tip-top shape. Not that the boys are hitting their lowest ebb; on the contrary. But on their crown rests a CUP and to defeat the purpose of other schools of ever getting that Cup, a marked change is in the offing to ensure another year of victory. Let's hope that with the addition of marksmen to the team the crown has assuredly come to stay. Big Town The rivalries between school teams ended with the NICAA brawl in Manila. Thousands of sports fans daily watched the outcome of the games. Many hoped for a Cebuano victory. Regrets were expressed over the local team's debacle but appreciations and cheers were sounded privately on their early victories. Many of us cheered and kept our heart beating for the outcome of the game and many more glued their ears to their radio for a chance remark of the game's result. r, ”C” Sports EcL A team-mate of our coach during his playing days said the USC team wouldn't last through the first round. What really saddened us was that instead of giving us encouragement the man took it unto himself to debase our team. The coach, you might know, is one of the three Carolinian coaches who were champs in their own league. It was a slow start that our team put on but it was a magnificent ride to the top. Its pathway to victory had been strewn with dramatics, tears and cajoling. With a ponderously slow gait, we climbed the stairs to the top, and that ended all question on who flies the red flag of victory. fighters. USC was out to duplicate its feat in the first years after the liberation, but there was a cons piracy to prevent the National trophy from ever falling into a provincial hand. The boys did themselves better. Though they didn't bring home the proverbial bacon, in the words of Fr. Bernard Wrocklage, SVD, their spiritual adviser, "they outshone themselves" in trying to win new laurels for their Alma Mater. Fresh from their recent tour, the boys were magnificent. In their triumphs they were humble, in de feat they carried themselves with dignity, aware that with every crown there is a sword to tread upon. The coach is maturing with his team. After two years of hanging around corners, the team has come to stay. And if the coming year offers another golden opportunity, there will be hell to pay when they hit Manila again. For surely, with the old scores to settle, San Carlos U's team will be high up in the tiff again, ft Our team has the spirit to rally in the face of defeat. It can turn a near-defeat into victory. Its sheer go-git spoke for itself in the last en counter with the Wildcats. But one thing puzzles us. Our team cannot defend the lead it has piled up, and once the pressure of offense is tightened tell-tale signs of general slackiness appears. Only the bench strategy of our coach saves the day. Our boys have the fighting heart but they like to meet their enemy on the latter's own terms. Why don't we change our style of play and have all team follow our brand of playing? Presenting sports personalities, Ben Reyes appears to be a firebrand all by himself. His savage drives and tricky sneaks-ins provide another shoot ing arm yet untried in our court. His entry into our team should have been made a semester ago but his standing association with the school has just begun so it was no go. Now with the all-clear sign we can expect another power basket-looping from the hands of Ben. He's a be-moustached man, remiscent of a Van Dyke? He's not a personality to shout about but he is a man to talk about, eh wot? Ben Reyes FEBRUARY, 1957 Page 29 HOPEFUL WAITING.... I HE ROTC department is looking forward to a new laurel in the form of a third STAR. The optimistic out look stems from the fire end spirit the cadets have been showing this past week of preparatory drills. Sort of tuning-up the cadets' capabilities, ROTC boss Major Garcia is wring ing the utmost from everyone. Some say that when better predictions are made it will not come from dopeby Ross Escober ters like me, but the corps' efficiency is something to crow about. The ROTC contingent have never look ed so smart as they do now. Of course, the helping hands of army officers and the ogling audience of both sexes help our cadets to stand straighter, salute smarter and raise their general standing. 15 DAYS LEAVE.. . . Lt. Saturnino Gutang warmed his seat lor just fifteen days and lit out for some reasons. We were not warned of his abrupt departure but everything seems to point to the fact that he is an indispensable officer in the III MA. We would have been grateful for his help and would have shown him our ways and returned to him the standard he wished to attain, but he is way out there. This is one time I find it wise to cry over spilt milk. The very best of luck to you, Lieutenant! ARMORY GLAMOUR. . . . The glistening lOm's, the slinky glittering .50 cals and the .30's add a real touch to the jam-session of arms from the first world war rifles to the second war's BARs and GA"The Army? Oh, come now." RANDS. The armor Galo Alvor looks longingly to the .22 cal prac tice rifles. Sez he would like to see it WORK on some unwary fowl.... There's one cadet (he failed) who says that tame fowls can become •wild by irritating them. ARTILLERY MANIPULATION. . . The aiming circle crowds out Monroe and Lollobrigida in the ranks of doughboys. The clean dis section the buzz boys put, the care ful, half-dragging pant they make when they lug the 105's speak ten derly of men and their dependence on the machines. Their instructor, Page 30 THE CAROLINIAN USC ROTC Trademark: Perfect Officers' Center Cadt. Lt. Col. Rolando Leyson, stands just high as the aiming circles but he circles them right if you get what I mean. Incidentally, the in terest centered upon the glamourous long toms is brought about by the fact that of the Corps line-up, only two are flatfeet; the rest are buzz boys. MAN ABOUT THE FIELD. . . . Lt. Gregorio Ayo (USIS news caster) musters a voice that revives the dozing cadet's consciousness. He has been with us for a long time though he appears only on Sunday when he assists the warm ing exercise of our amateur soldiers in Lahug. Greg has a winning smile that hits you first and stays. He sports a camera but he is an army man all the way through. THE CORPS COMMANDER.......... Cdt. Col. Felipe Labucay carries with him an air of responsibility. The formidable task of shaping up his charges may have affected him in some ways but the responsibility he has to the Major makes him grow premature gray hairs. A headman's lot is not a happy one but Cdt. Col. Labucay carries himself well even if he has to skirt on some of the dogged practices of some cadets. SAD — SACKS Cdt. Lt. Laurite Malinao encases his shaved head in a steel helmet come Sundays. Cdt. Capt. Vicente Bendcmillo, Jr. of "Foxtrot Battery" (He's the CO) kindly volunteered to give out the names of his peers. From "Golf" Company, Cdt. Leoni das Arriola barks out his orders to subordinate officers. Cdt. Capt. Joel Trinidad of "Brave," Bernardez Antonio of "Echo," Nile Alazas of "Alpha" and Benito Ouano of "Charlie" make up the line-up of first men in the companies. Lt. Anthony Sian of the second platoon of the "Foxtrot" Battery is a big man who speaks in soft whispers and you have to lean on your side to hear. PARTING THOUGHT The busy days ahead, the drill, the precision marching and the dis mantling of the weapons in the ar mory give out signs of the impend ing Tactical Inspection. This Univ ersity having lorded it over others for the past two years, it can ill | afford to surrender the crown easily, i And the cadets are in no mood to | give away the precious honor wiih- 1 out the dignity of a fight. Hopes are centered upon the good Major who has done what has never been done before: Chalk up a winning streak that promises to continue un- i threatened. One more victory and I all heads will nod at the proposi- | tion that we have what it takes to win laurels and retain them. | ORDEAL AT SIXTEEN (Continued from, page 20) got lost. Five minutes later, I heard the faint drizzle of the shower up stairs. My guess was confirmed. "Where's your Dad and Mom?" I asked Linda. "In the movies." "Ooh!" Alter a few more irrelevant que ries, I was rendered speechless. All the high-sounding words I memor ized were forgotten. Whoever said love conquers all must have been crazy. After a five-minute silence, Linda opened up with a meaning ful “Weell?" "Well, heh-heh." I answered shy ly, "I have something to tell you. heh-heh." "What?" she asked, pretending not to know but I bet my life she knew all the time what I was try ing to get out of my system. You know girls. "But I'd rather not. You might get mad with me, Lin," I replied. "Honest, I won't. Please tell me," she pressed. "Well, heh-heh, ooh, never mind." O God! You know how much I tried but I just couldn't! And I wished myself dead for not being able to. Then she started talking about a small town pipsqueak nam ed Arcadio and how she admired and liked him. Just to make me jealous, I suppose, but the trouble was, I was jealous! "Oh, that stinker? Why of course, I know him." I said. "Never mind the smell," she said. "All right, all right. Let's not mention him any more," I declared. "All right, then, what were you trying to tell me?" she asked again. "Oh, nothing. Hey, it's ten fifteen already! I have to run along, Lin. It's late. Good night." "Good night," Linda answered and she was obviously disappoint ed with me. Well, she wasn't the only one. I was disappointed with myself, too. # FEBRUARY, 1957 Page 31 by SIXTO LI. ABAO, JR* J HE MODERN artist is criticized by our age for his so-called "ununderstandable" understanding of nature. He often finds himself be tween crossfires - caught in the counter-upsurge, as one says, of two conflicting tides of criticism. While he is condemned as a "dis tortionist of nature", he is also ido lized for his rather bold approach to art and for his unique way of translating into reality, through paint and brush, the ideas express ed by Nature. Considering these opposing concepts, we are prompted to ask: Why should an artist be condemned while being idolized? Is he really vague or is it just a plain fact that there are some whose "dimensions" are bigger than ours? Talking of our modern artist, the Assumpta (Assumption Convent) says: "The modern artist has a rich store of emotions and thought to commu nicate — an ocean of meanings that one cannot grasp at a glance. He is not a distortionist of nature for he does not even try to imitate na ture. His channel of expression is not directed through common images. He has a fine uniqueness that his being born today has cultivated. The ages have exhausted the common means of expression and the modern artist seeks to find expression in new images and when he finds it, it is not for us to condemn him or to unduly praise him but to contemplate his art — and drink of it, we less sensitive mor tals ..." When Jesus was born in a stable c u * CROSS R E N T S in Bethlehem one cold and wintry December night, the angels sang over the hills of David the immortal "Glory to God in the highest, and peace on earth among men of good will." Jesus Christ came to the world to redeem us trom our sins and to give peace to men of good will. But who are the men of good will? Let's listen attentively to what the Forward (Colegio de San JoseRecoletos) says: "Men of good will are those who give glory to God by loving Him and doing his Holy will, by observing His commandments, by faithfully ful filling the duties of their state of life.. . How can we be men of good will? To be men of good will, we must be resolved to live in peace with God, by obeying Him in all things; in peace with our neighbor, by not cen suring their conduct or interfering with their affairs; and in peace with ourselves, by combating and subduing on all occasions, the emotions and re pugnances of our hearts.” Peace, peace, peace. We want peace. Generations since time im memorial have shouted these words. The same words are repeated today. Peace, peace, peace. We want peace. But where is peace? Why can there be no peace today? An swers the Consolatrix (La Consolacion College): .. it is because we do not want peace. We want bloodshed and hunger and destruction and terror. If is because lust, greed, and ambi tion for power, riches and glory have drowned the sweet voices of the an gelic choir." If man would only be as meek and humble as Jesus, there would be no chaos or disorder in the world today. Peace could thus be attained without the use of the HBomb, the A-Bomb or the CobaltBomb. From the Scholastican (St. Scholastica's College), here's an addition to everybody's mental dish for February: "Culture is the way we live, the way we make that way of life beau tiful for ourselves and those who live around us and especially our most loved ones.” We had our Retreat two months ago. One thing too sad to be true is that many of those who partici pated in the Retreat do not know what the essential thing in a Re treat is. Writes the White and Blue (St. Louis College, Baguio City): "The essential thing in a retreat is the refined activity of the spirit — the contemplation in the Divine Mys teries and the Introspection for a dear understanding of one's being and the humble acceptance of one self. it is through contemplation that we hear of and realise the immensity of God's wisdom and our nothingness in His presence. It is through intros pection that we realise the potential wealth of our youth which we must deliver from the spoil of indulgence because if has a supernatural destiny to attain." Popularity and leadership are two misunderstood terms. People usual ly presume that popularity is a free ticket to good leadership. How true is this presumption? The Bedan (San Beda College) speaks: "While it can be held that a good leader is popular, it cannot be said always that a popular man can be a good leader... ." Being brainy is not an assurance of leadership. You must have "guts" and a lot of the practical know-how. These are what made Ramon Magsaysay president. From our personal observation, the males are always outnumbered by the females during communions by the ratio of 8 to 1. One reason perhaps is that there are quite a few more females than males. How ever, a number of reasons may still be advanced. But that is beside the point. What is important is why most men appear to be reluctant to take Holy Communion when wo men are around. Speaking, there fore, of the communion of man and (Continued on p«</c 44) Page 32 THE CAROLINIAN BREAMS... (Continued from page is) where he lived in the constant so ciety ol Venus. But after a time this palled upon him and eventual ly became intolerable. He tore himself away and suddenly found himself back on earth. He was in a green pasture in the springtime, and a shepherd boy was singing. What happiness! Thus, whether we dream of hell or heaven, it is usually with a sigh or even a shout of satisfaction that we find ourselves back on this im perfect globe. Many persons tell me that they never dream; their sleep is blank. With me it is quite otherwise; I al most always dream; many of my dreams are extraordinarily vivid and some unforgettable. When I was a child I dreamed three nights in succession of the Devil. The first night the Devil chased me upstairs. I ran as fast as I could, but sank down when only half way up. Then the devil took from his pocket a shoemaker's awl and deftly bored it into my right knee. The second night the devil was in our frontyard. Sud denly he changed into the form of a dog; and when another dog rush ed barking at him the satanic hound swallowed him as easily as one takes a pill. The third night I also dreamed of the Devil, but I have forgotten the details. One of the worst dreams I had in childhood was when I was being at tacked by wild beasts and sudden ly my mother appeared on the scene. I shrieked to her for help and she looked at me with calm indifference. That was the worst dream I ever had and you may be sure it went by contraries. I suppose the only way we can distinguished dreams from what is called actual life is that in dreams the law of causation is suspended. There is no order in events and no principle of sufficient reason to ac count for them. Things change in an impossible manner. Apart from this dreams are as real as life while they last. I often have prolonged dreams that are not only fully as real as waking experiences, but are order ly and sensible, and sometimes de lightful. I am at present reading the great novel of Tolstoi, WAR AND PEACE, and it was only a few days ago that I dreamed I was walking the streets of a Russian city (Continued on page 47) e® odd 0@v£7(w ©ai©® by lourdes v. jaramilla if a man were to give you his heart as a valentine, would you accept his offer? i can picture you all gasp that breathless tug in the throat and see the shooting stars in your eyes at the mere mention of the beautiful word "love", it's a lovely gentle feeling that reduces wild violence to softness because it stands for everything good you , see in this world, life itself is love. love's role in your lives is so strong that without it none of you would be here now. it is so great it determines what you are according to how and why you love, the mind has the endurance but it lacks the warmth of the heart. most true is it that "the philosophy that does not accept it is false, the mind that does not conceive it is dull and the heart that does not feel it is cold." love is indefinable and laughs at definition for there has never been invented a standard yardstick nor a gouge to measure and weigh it to tally the exact conception of every man. love means to each one what he has found it to be. countless have tried to ! explore its vista hoping to enclose it in a definition like la salle who says "it's the selfishness of two persons" or han suyin's "love is a i many splendoured thing", love is known and predestined because it is in the will but begins in the senses according to lourdes rifareal, ph. b. III. there is no such thing as "love at first sight" for that is a romantic nothing although love could start in a first meeting! all of us carry in our hearts an ideal love, a blueprint we've pieced together like jig-saw pieces in our minds gleaned from storybook and real life heroes, when you "fall in love" it is the realization of a dream that answered your own unconscious image of the person you were prepared to love, he may either have the dashing good looks of a young pagan god or the virtues you're seeking. the mystery of the "attraction" may lie in the way the lips curve in a smile, the way the eyes are set or it may be "the ghost of a smile, the gentle gesture of a hand, the naturalness of a windblown lock of hair or a mellow voice." many of you call this blind illusion "love", you love here not a living flesh and blood person for himself alone, not his being but only the accidents of his personality; you are in love with a dream, from this attraction follows interest. not even "instinct stronger than reason or knowledge born of experience" can pinpoint exactly "where interest stops and love begins." "love is blind and lovers cannot see" is infatuation and is never seen by the mind even with the eyes open, a person deeply in love needs another to see for him. when we are young, not yet (Continued on page 37) FEBRUARY, 1957 Page 33 Tracking down alumni is our business. This column is for them. There are its excuse for being. Their achievement in the professions and in various competitive fields are also the achievements of their Alma Mater. Their names, there fore, are worthy of mention. Our first "mentionable'' is an alumna from our Commerce Dept. Amiable and unassuming, she fin ished her course with flying colors. A daughter of a successful lawyer of Clarin, Bohol, she has stuck to her code of humility even in suc cess. Though born with a silver spoon in her mouth, she worked as a secretary to Fr. Bunzel, erstwhile dean of the Education Dept., while attending classes in the evening. This time she holds a big stick in the Holy Name College in Tagbilaran, Bohol as head of the Secre tarial Dept, of that school. Her handle? Eustolia Camacho, BSC '56. Inday to you. It has been said that melancholy is a dread disease and that it can ruin an individual. Taking the ne cessary precautions a bunch of alumni preferred to stay with their alma mater than to suffer the pangs of nostalgia. So that Mr. Eutiquio Daval has all the reasons in the world to serve his Alma Mater. He acts as the eyes and ears of the administration. If problems regard ing office improvements arise, Tikoy, as we fondly call him, is the real McCoy to depend upon. He always beams with approval whenever you present to him your problems. Dur ing college days, Tikoy is the in dispensable "man of the year". He is the foreman of USC carpenters. With him is another alumnus whose aim in life is to see USC on the go. A native of Agusan, he considers USC as his second home. He goes by the handle of Amado Gabriel, the legman of the administration. Another fanatic Carolinian is Quin tin Degollacion, hydro-man of USC. He is unofficially the Carolinian water reservoir. Hand in hand with him is AUpio Dacalas, a man of strong determination. Not to be outdone is Alexander Ricardo, the school campus "beautician". He always looks forward to the good of the school. Campus beautifica tion is his specialty. He was until recently enrolled in the Teacher's College. Luck was with him when the good Fathers of USC found him to be efficient in his work. The Father Procurator promptly elevated his present position. In the Notre Dame College of San Fernando, Cebu a convivial lass is busy resuscitating the Shakes pearean tongue of that school. With the sufficient training she ac quired during her college days plus the irrefutable talent she possesses, we are confident she will always be in the limelight. A livewire in the Education Department, she easily won friends and fascinated people. Her name: Fe Lozada, BSE '56 Summa Cum Laude. A heartening news has it that Fausto Arche, erstwhile Varsity basketball player is happily em ployed in one of the leading Bre weries in Manila. Armed with in tellectual know-how coupled with patience and perseverance, Ustong could make a name for himself. He stepped out of the portals of his Alma Mater armed with a BSE sheepskin. The Library Department through Fanny Magallon also released the dope on Carolinians now connected with libraries. Miss Aurea Calo is now making use of her time cata loguing the books of Agusan Trade School down in Cabadbaran, Agu(Continued on page 35) ALUMNOTES "To Have and to Hold." This quotation is an expression of love and unity and serves to picture the state of a happy couple whose long-cherished dream has come to final realization. Mr. & Mrs. Romeo Bison In this issue we take pleasure in pres enting some of the happiest Carolinian couples who have united in the bonds of love. First item in our middle-aisleage is Romeo Bison, BSC '56, who got hitched to the former Miss Alhili Arias, BSE '56 of Toboso, Negros Occidental last December 26, 1956. The ceremony was performed at the Toboso Catholic Church. Mr. Bison is presently em ployed in one of the leading Oil firms this city while the bride-elect is until recently teaching in East Negros In stitute, Toboso, Negros Occidental. The couple are both blue-blooded Carolinians. From Dumanjug, Cebu, a cryptic news was flashed that lluminado Ditan exchanged marriage vows with the former Miss Marcelina Alpuerto, last December 8th. Mr. Ditan was once a working student during his college days. He completed the Teachers (Continued on page 47) Page 34 THE CAROLINIAN ALUMNI CHIMES I FIRST SAW HIM during a program * in the University. At once, I was convinced he was (and still is) an elo quent speaker. I thought of him as an orator... a master of spoken words, an audience-spellbinder. In oratory, he became my Cicero. I next saw him at a ball. That I had thought of him as no more than a speaker extraordinary was a fallacy. I saw him dance with his beautiful wife, the former Miss Julita Villacorta, a U.P. scholar and beauty, in such a grace ful manner as to provoke envy from among the youngsters in my midst. He easily became a teen-ager that night, (he is now 35) a dashing Romeo seem ingly trying to win the love of a Atty. MARIO D. ORTIZ MR. ALUMNUS By ADELINO B. SITOY younger Juliet with whom he was paired.The couple absorbed my attention so much that I forgot my girl-companion in front of me. Only her hour-long gapings reminded me that we had been sitting for centuries and cobwebs were already settling about her. . . to her indescribable dismay. Again, I met him one day. He was leading two healthy sons, Rey naldo, 6, and Danilo, 3. In him I found the person of an ideal father. It was when I saw him inside a classroom, before a crowd of college students, at the head of the members of the University faculty, and at the headtable in a luncheon attended by distinguished University alumni, that I gradually knew of him as the man, not merely the orator, the frolicsome dancer, the husband and father, but also the lawyer-teacher, the writer, and the leader. . . the man with brains and courage whose records while yet a student pose as a challenge to present Carolinians. The man is Attorney Mario D. Ortiz, now secretary to Mayor Sergio Osmena, Jr., of this city. Atty. Ortiz hails from Sibonga, Cebu. Accelerated twice, he went through his elementary grades in five years instead of seven. He pursued his secondary education in the old Colegio after which he proceeded to college and finished his Associate in Arts (Pre-Law) in the same school. In his high school and college days at the Colegio de San Carlos, Atty. Ortiz unveiled his talents in various fields of endeavours. His star shone brightly as an ROTC officer, a basketball player, an orator, a de bater, an honor student, a class officer, a dramatist, and a writer. He was awarded the Efficiency Medal for his splendid captainship of the Best Company of the Colegio's ROTC Corps. He graduated from the Advanced Course as one of the seven "distinguished graduates". He was the captain of the CSC Junior Team in basketball. When he reached college he (Continued on page 42) (Continued from page 34) san. Intelligent and dexterous as she is, we’re confident Auring will always find success. The Library of La Salle College in Bacolod is also under the super vision of Pedro Moran, another blue-blooded Carolinian, while in the Bilar Rural High School in Bo hol, Miss Alice Tanzo signed up as its Librarian. The local USIS recently added another Carolinian to its roster of Librarians after Felicidad Cayongcong v/as accom modated. If you happen to set foot in Baroy, Lanao, you’ll find out that you're not a complete stranger. You'll most likely remember our USC Drugstore and Refreshment Canteen when you gain entrance to a certain Drugstore in that place which is practically patterned after that of USC's. Managed by a beau teous pharmacist which you used to glance at in our drugstore, you'll easily recall the students' rendezvous where you used to chat with friends. In other words, this pert and win some pharmacist serves as a re minder of the happy days you used to enjoy. Her name: Miss Romana Dayak, 7th placer. Board Examina tions for Pharmacists. In the neigh boring town of Lala, Lanao, another drugstore stands. It is also run by business-minded pharmacist, AreoI pagita Mirabueno. This is good ' news especially for Carolinian drug agents. | Coming now to our roll of legal j luminaries, we were able to track 1 down a bunch of alumni who are I doing just great guns. First stringer , who is worthy of mention is Atty. Vicente Delfin. News has it that , he was designated as Judge Auxi liary of Escalante, Negros Occiden tal. An orator of the first water, Atty. Delfin deserves the position. From Surigao province, we got the heartening news that Atty. Bonifacio Alvizo and Atty. Andronico Alvizo are making a name for themselves. Bonie graduated Magna Cum Laude of Class '55, is considered as one of the best trial lawyers of that province. Intellecti (Continued on page 44) FEBRUARY, 1957 Page 35 by George Guy It IS on tiie r resumption that most of us don’t knew the answer to the question "What is a university stu dent?” that this is being written. If you think you know the answer, tlien skip this. What is here at tempted is not an alpha-lo-omeca outline, but rather just a few ran dom thoughts - - hence, the slightly far-flung character of some remarks. The full answer to "What is a uni versity student?" will only be found in the lives of those of us who arc spending cur years here with in tense awareness of the opportun ities before us, and cf tile responsi bilities we bear on our shoulders. Only through such cn awareness may wo hope to grasp the signi ficance cf being a university stu dent. To indulge in a little freedom, this is the simplest definition possible: "one who studies in an institution of higher learning without groaning too much." An altogether inade quate definition, and the minimum possible. Granied that most of us study our courses with at least enough diligence (or lack of dili gence) to muddle through college— perhaps with just a lev/ extra 5’s. That's all right, don't squirm. Granted this much, wc may qual ify for the designation "university student." Qualified by a hairsbreadth. But certainly we should not be satisfied with the minimum. A look at the opportunities for in tellectual training available for us will urge us towards higher goals. Intellectual aspect. Here in the library this week is displayed The Dead Sea Scrolls, by Burrows. Surely a book of general interest. Why doesn't one or the other stu dent borrow it, read it through carefully, and write a short review in our student publication? Others may forward their comments on the book and perhaps on the review itself. Strangely enough, the dis covery of the Dead Sea scrolls, which caused a slight earthquake throughout the whole of Christen dom—at least a continuous tremor for several years—hardly raises a single eyebrow among us. What Is A University $ Page 36 THE CAROLINIAN Here are a few other books which may be of interest: Personality and Successful Living, by Magner; The Earth before History, by Perrier (a word of caution: read with care); and A Study of History, by Toynbee. All these books are written for men and women of our intellectual ca pacity. Beg pardon, but what is our intellectual capacity? "Treason," some may be tempted to shout. "It is treason to insinuate." Let that be as it may, no further comment from this quarter, except perhaps a more critical use of words would favor "intellectual incapacity." What about the substantial jour nals our library offers us: Books Abroad, Philosophy East and West, the Music Quarterly, etc., etc. Each an outstanding publication in its own field. Each article very well a landmark. Yet how many of us take one of these journals into our hands and settle down for a few hours' quiet wholesome reading (unless of course it is forced down our throats as an assignment?), and expose ourselves to thought-pro voking articles challenging our own ideas, and opening whole new in tellectual vistas. Surely we must not accept the degrading idea that our fresh young minds are too dead to be provoked. The sun would rise brighter over our cultural horizon the day we talk more about Harvard's East Asia Regional Studies, or the publications of the Smithsonian Institution, or when we at least follow the wake of controverted literary, scientific, or historical issues. Or perhaps we may be the trouble makers and gen erate the issues? If we could talk as heatedly about these topics as we now talk about this or that "show", then we are by the same measure that much more like univ ersity students. If we could keep papers of original research, or mo nographs of scientific societies clos er to our bedsides, than we do now with comic books or cheap maga zines (Super Super Romances? or whatever it may be), then we shall be that much closer to being univ^ramblings in lower case (Continued from page 3-}) i smart enough to conceal our feelings and love first takes over our i untried hearts, we lavish a pure adoration on impossible people, our I "crushes” beyond all reason, all sense and all understanding that | we could never know at another age. they say the heart has its reason i which reason does not know, what after all is an illusion but someone I we do not know very well nor see very often! I evelina cespon, b.s.chem III, guilessly told us just such an ex perience: "i can't describe it but suddenly i felt so alive as though i were looking at it for the first time in my life, it gave a meaning to all my difficulties, each day was a breathless waiting . . . waiting . . ." the bliss of first love is an important milestone in every man's life and it is never really forgotten, "i drew a line on the sandy shore, the seawaves flowed over it, then withdrew, you searched the shore, the line was gone . . . but you drew a line on my youthful heart, the year waves flowed over it, then withdrew, the line is there, forever more.” maria lourdes ceniza, pre-law II, has a favorite quotation to describe the disillusion after — "love is a strange tender plant, in the morning it may blossom forth in all its tantalizing vigor and beauty but like the bolt from the blue, it may suddenly wither, touching off the afternoon skies with the tragic splendour of splintered hopes and blasted promised." I psychology books define love as "the attraction of a soul for i something good, beautiful and desirable in another", true love is ! the recognition of value in another. it was because Christ, the I King of Hearts, saw the supreme worth of man that He loved man 1 as He did. ■ our modern concept erroneously associates sex with this noblest : feeling of man. sex.is of the earth, earthly, but love takes wings i and flies far above passion for the birth of love frees the spirit from all limitations of the flesh, "love is to build with human thoughts a shrine." as long as this recognition of value lives in the mind of men, love's torch will not dim. "love is measured by sacrifice in its highest reaches." according i to bartolome pozon, commerce III. it is when a person begins to ' think of himself that love begins to crumble, this is the root of ; writer faulkner's disappointment when he wrote: "perhaps they were right in putting love into books, perhaps it could not live anywhere I else." but love can and does live in sacrifice, which is only another I word for unselfishness, to fulton sheen: "love is the desire to be i had, to be owned, to be possessed, love is the giving of oneself to I another, the good of the beloved comes first, love then is its own i reward." we tend to identify ourselves with those we love and try i to enter into their souls and become what they are, thinking and I feeling as they do. I true love is creative and strives for the sake of another, you i have a double reason for striving now, for her welfare as well as I yours, you redouble your efforts to make something of yourself for her Sake and your future. (Continued on next page) rudent? ersity students. Since we just men tioned about romances, and since many students are concerned, so to lace the issue squarely: here's one word about love. It's definitely not something to toy with. Love is one of the noblest of sentiments and when properly nurtured can be come an experience of rare beauty. Think it over. Leisure time and the arts. What about the concert last week? How well were the compositions inter preted? True, poorly. But did we care to find out just why the per formance was poor? Indeed we ex hibit the most infantile ignorance of the fine arts, of the real achieve ments and the best that human kind has to offer. If the gloomy depths of Beethoven (Continued on page 43) FEBRUARY, 1957 Page 37 a selfish love seeks not the good of the beloved but nourishes its own ego in unreasoning jealousy, only unsure people who have no security that they are loved are jealous. selfishness demands constant attention allowing no leeway for the loved one to be autonomous; such is ego trapped in the snares of its own interest which opens the door to fear, you fear only what you are afraid to lose, we must not forget that the beloved is another separate in dividual and does not exist to please us alone, in selfishness all love is strongly tinged with hate, when one tries to assert himself over the other, a "tug of will begins and the percentage of hate to love may be anything from one to a hundred." only people we love can hurt us deeply, we are more vulnerable and sensitive to their pain and their mistakes than to those whom we do not care and that is why we always hurt the ones we love. thomas merton, a contemplative, was right when he said: "love can be kept only when it is given away, a happiness that is sought for ourselves alone can never be found: for o happiness that is diminished by being shared is not big enough to make us happy, love can only be given perfectly when it is also received." in this sense very few people really love. you do not love in silence or that is not love at all. if it must be real, it must be a union, it would be more correct to say that love is a triangle: the lover, the beloved and God. the closer your love is to the First Source, the purer your love is. love's eternal triangle asks: "Why don't the three of us love one another?" if you love truly you must bring out the best in the two of you or run the pitfall of a passing fancy that fades at the initial trial of endurance, roy croft phrases it thus: • j love you because you are helping me to make of the lumber of my life not a tavern but a temple; of the works of my everyday not a reproach but a song .. love alone teaches us to penetrate the hidden goodness of another, you will understand a person better if you love him. love is a sharing, a "we" feeling; a give and take generosity, a mutual inspiration in elevating your humanity together, you can do it by the spring fervour of your own honest simplicity of being simply yourselves, croft continues: "i love you because you have done more than any creed could have done to make me good, and more than any faith could have done to make me happy. you have done it — without a touch without a word without a sign. you have done it by being yourself.. .” "love must always run risks of not being loved in return for love is free, it is our liberty of choice that places love on a very high order, "it is the possibility of saying "no" that gives so much charm to the heart when it says "yes." where do you find your "destiny?" is there someone who is destined to hold our hand in a firm clasp to share our journey to eternal life, alive at this self-same time somewhere upon this wide world, always a fingertip away, never here nor there but a vague dream whom we must "seek all our lives long headlong and homesick until the end?" for all you know the person you're search ing for may be the shy classmate you've known for a year but you don't know him because as a song goes: "to you, i'm just a friend." the silence of shyness drives him farther away from you because (Continued on page 44) T * * * Book Review After You MARCO POLO (New York: MtCraw Hill, 1955) by JEAN BOWIE SHOR That region of Central Asia lying between the well-travelled Chinese provinces in the east and Trans Caucasia in the west is among the least explored areas of the earth. This vast region of high mountains and arid deserts has always been a formidable challenge to travelers. The political situation of recent years has superimposed a layer of man-made difficulties on the al ready formidable to the extent physical obstacles. Under these circumstances, the journey of the Shors through parts of Sinkiang (i.e., new territory), and from Tur key to the Hindu Kush was a no table accomplishment. Describing the travels in After You Marco Polo (New York: McGrawHill, 1955) Jean Bowie Shor gives a fairly vivid description of the ex perience of following Polo. It is to be regretted, however, that the author did not make a more de tailed study of the places and peoples she met. Failing in this task. After You Marco Polo be longs to that class of "entertain ing" travel books which leave the serious reader with more questions than answers. Aside from this, the book may be one of the most sarcastic travel books published. In passage after passage un restrained arrogance is flaunted before the reader. Such remarks as "pipestem legs" (p. 40), "dozens of Asiatic pill fanciers" (p. 34), "standards of beauty have changed'' (p. 44), are examples. They are encountered so repeatedly, they re flect upon the taste of the writer. If one prefers a DC-7 to a "meat grinder" C-46, then he would do well by keeping out of Asia. It is extremely naive to value the du bious reputation of being the first person, or the last person, to visit an isolated community, if the at(Continued on page 44) Page 38 THE CAROLINIAN NEW DRIVE designed to en courage Commerce and Secretarial students to speak English and to stop the use of the dialect inside the campus, was formally launch ed with the passing of a circular following a meeting of the faculty members of the College of Com merce and the Secretarial depart ment. The meeting was called at The College of Commerce and Secretarial Department Inaugurate A Drive that Cries out to be heard... Let’s Speak English the instance of Dean Jose Tecson, to whom particular credit should go. Directed to the good of the stu dents, the campaign has been hail ed by Commerce faculty members and students alike. Apart from the emphasis the teachers have laid on the impor tance of speaking English, they have also concerted their efforts to en force the campaign strictly. To pro secute the campaign, a note is sent to every teacher whose student has been caught speaking the vernacu lar. The note bears the direction that the student should not be ad mitted to class. Penalty in the form of an oral or written English com position is always tied in with eve ry note from the office of the Dean. Only upon fulfillment of the penalty is the student admitted again to class. Up to this writing a number of students have already been caught speaking the dialect. This drive has, however, regis tered mild complaint from some students. Their gripe is not one to be condemned; it is not that they dislike speaking English. It is that while generally students from other colleges and departments, with whom they usually associate, are free to speak the dialect, they have to bear the incongruity of using a tongue different from their friends. As summed up by a student: "What would my friends think of me? A show-off?" This attitude represents the element that bottlenecks the progress of the campaign. And for this reason, it would be a wise move for the faculty members of other departments to adopt the policy. by Benigno C. Cabanatan The drive, indeed, will bring about salutary effects. Atty. Pablo Garcia, a faculty member, has started a move to or ganize what he terms the "San Car los Talking Corporation," an organ ization to be composed of students interested in the improvement of their oral expression. The proposed club's sole activity will be to en courage members to talk, talk, and talk on any topic under the sun. From A to Z. From safety pin to Joni James. The circular released by the Dean provides for the crea tion of these speech-training clubs. It states: "Teachers are requested to meet a group occasionally durina their vacant periods to train stu dents in Oral Expression. Any to pic of interest may be discussed." This English speaking drive is a step towards fuller cultural develop ment, an avenue to effective com munication, social and intellectual growth, and brighter opportunities ahead. Nothing much need be said of the importance of speaking English. While excellence in academic work receives sharp emphasis from school authorities the development of the students' speaking ability remains unaccentuated; it would do us a lot of good to realize that proficien cy in oral communication is not less needed for the growth and develop ment of a well-rounded personal ity. As a man's ability to talk gets him to places in the fields of hu man endeavor, his lack of it, though the field be studded with opportun ities, can keep him in shackles. Even in job-hunting, speaking ability plays a vital role; the arti culate man generally gets the job. A personnel manager's rejection of a prospective employee is largely caused by the applicant's inability to talk himself into the job during the interview. This should be a good lesson to us. The ability to talk is considered a cultural refinement and a trade mark by which the speaker is read ily identified. A hearer quickly gets the impression of the speaker's per sonality as his ears catch the speaker's first few words. Ben John son, an English dramatist, proved it when he wrote, "Language most shows a man; speak, that I may see thee." And still another unidenti fied writer said: "As a man speaks so is he." J FEBRUARY, 1957 Page 39 by Leonor S. Borromeo e u. s. c GRADUATE SCHOOL o Chapter III The Wife of Bath • It IS an amusing coincidence that the stately Prioress and the coarse Dame Alice should be thrown into each other's company, one a per fect foil to the other. Taught the art of ensnaring a man even at a tender age by a schem ing mother, Dame Alice would use fair or foul means to get a man. Virginity she extolled, but not for her, certainly. Let others treasure their chastity, for Dame Alice open ly admitted to the pilgrims: I wol bistowe the flour of al myn age In the actes and the fruit of marriage Fruits of marriage? Dame Alice made that declaration without thinking twice. Did she really in tend to beget children? The chan ces are she cared little, if at all, for that part of marriage. She be lieved in matrimony only as a means of satisfying bodily wants. With characteristic unscrupulous ness, she made tools out of her four husbands, but was not as success ful with the fifth. She made no ef fort to please the old, doting creat ures; she was sure of their love. But silh I hadde hem hoolly in myn hand, And silh they hadde me yeven all hir loud, llhal shode I taken liede hem for to plese, But it were for my profit and myn ese? What a sad departure from the attitude of the typical medieval wife who was a symbol of submis sion, obedience, and constant at tention to her husband! However sorely tried, she never complained. The domesticated little wife darned stockings by the fire or hummed at the spinning-wheel while she wait ed for her lord to lavish her com WOMEN PILGRIMS IN CHAUCER’S CANTERBURY TALES (Continued from last issue) forting care on the weary compa nion. As much as possible she kept peace with her husband, for she knew only too well that a nagging wife drives a good husband from home. But was Dame Alice ever mind ful of her duty of submission to the men she married? Said she with unabashed frankness: 1 governed him so wel, after my lawe, That ech of hem ful blishful was and fawe To bringe me gaye things fro the fayre. They were ful glad whan I spake to hem fayre; For God it wool, I chidde hem spitously. And yet for all her negligence, she felt entitled to all the love and faith fulness her husbands could afford. She would not stand the slightest infidelity and was ever jealous. Of wenches wolde 1 beren him on bonds IF/tan that for syk unnethes might he stonde. She was practical indeed. She would close an eye to her hus band's faults if they cajoled her with money and jewels. In church she was easily the cy nosure of all eyes as she ambled in flashing her gate-toothed smile, heavily-embroidered kerchief on her head, and her scarlet hose showing beneath her voluminous skirt. Ob viously, she did not think highly of the medieval concept of house wives' attire which was to shun too much frippery and to dress simply and decently so that none may find cause to laugh or mock. One ima gines a number of the congregation trying in vain to hide a mocking smile as Dame Alice walked by. Moreover, the medieval wife was constantly reminded to bear her head upright and keep her eyelids low without fluttering, to look straight ahead without turning to any man nor stopping to speak to anyone on the road. Dame Alice certainly laughed that injunction off. That was not for her; she swore: I wol reune out, my borel for to shewe. Little wonder, therefore, that the Clerk told the story of the patient Griselda. He felt Dame Alice need ed the exemplum. (Continued on page 45) Page 40 THE CAROLINIAN ually flower into full-sized works is being carried on in school pub lications. Thus the demand of se lect contents in printed words, for accuracy in understanding, for trustworthiness in its reference. Statistics speak: out of 606 ma gazines annually listed in the Bu reau of Post as of June 15, 1953 to June 15, 1954 entered as second class matters printed in Manila and in the provinces, there appeared no less than 221 student printbe that the items be not for a spe cific interest of a particular mind of a number of students at a given occasion, but for a relatively gen eral acceptance of other groups of persons at any time regardless of land barrier. Example: HEIGHTS of Ateneo. They perform twin func tions: it serves as a link between members of the body and present diligent analysis, presents manner isms truly their own. In a manner of saying, the literature should in IMPERATIVE: student periodicals I HE NATURE and scope of this title assert tidbits of ambition: call for growth and mature writing in College organs. The author does not pretend to write with authority on this subject, for his limitations are self-evident. Common sense and necessity compel me to enum erate the grounds of my claim which rest on three propositions. 1. It is a source cf information. 2. It is a laboratory of self-ex pression. 3. It reflects the character of the school population. Let us define terms before going any further. Webster has this much to say. Quality means actual superiority in kind; Periodical means a magazine or other publications which appear at stated or regular intervals; not ap plied to books published in parts, rarely to newspaper. We have now a common basis for agreements to start with. SOURCE OF INFORMATION A revealing article of Father LEO A. CULLUM in the Philippine Stu dies of 1954 points out the impor tance of periodicals. Reasons: the number of serious books written is small and scholarly studies in many branches are still young and tenta tive exploration which will event FELIPE M. VERALLO, Jr. ings. In other words, more than one third of the total burden of school bulletins fall on the shoul der of learners. Notwithstanding the abundance of school publications almost the majority, if not all, the big libra ries of the university are wanting of it. Money is no hindrance. Co pies could be obtained via ex change. Present situation: no per iodical indexes ready for us eager to probe the depth of Philippine Per iodical Literature. More: other than natural sciences, education and pro fession, a feeling of disgust tie the searching mind of a researcher. There are no historical magazines, no philosophical magazines, none in Sociology, neither on Political theo ry. Of course, from heaps of dirt and after furious cramming can one gather rumbling facts out of sari sari essays. Let's take a university paper. Em phasis should be dotted on compo sitions which could stand at least three fair readings from a prudent man. It is not necessary that there be no personal sketch nor drub his torical markings. The test should full effect convey the graduated vi tal earmarks that the institution ex clusively stands for. Thus it is na tural to read more about the en gineer and his work, and less of fiction short stories, from a Col lege majoring on engineering. That all particulars in a literary format contain all figures is impractical. I mean, the prevailing therne should be the things which dominate its pe culiar affairs. Also, the element of unity in the formation of ideas is highly favored. The philosophy here is to bring out simplicity in treating its interpretation, convenience for those who need it. The greatest compliment that a writer could have is, that his work is read, and per haps made as a reference. This critique is yet to be followed, altho partial experimentation is going on, by our own authorities. LABORATORY OF SELF-EXPRESSION What is the speech clinic to the orators so is the school magazine to budding scribes. It was NICK JOAQUIN who penned the dictum (Continued on paye 43) FEBRUARY, 1957 Page 41 Mr. Alumnus (Continued from pa</c $5) became a member of the Varsity. He was also a member of the Carolinian staff. During the last war he joined the guerrilla movement in Cebu. He was captured by the Japanese Kempeitai. Luckily enough, he escaped with five others. After the war, he continued his law studies in Santo Tomas. Simul taneously, he served as one of the private secretaries to Public Works Secretary Cabahug. He was chosen president of the Cebu-Manila Students Association. He finished Law in 1947. He came out as one of the topnotchers among the Cebuano barristers. In his practice he was easily dubbed as one of the most effective trial lawyers in Cebu. While practising his profession, he also worked as a newspaperman, a radio announcer, and an instructor in this University. He taught Argu mentation and Debate, Philosophy, History, Political Science, and Law subjects in the College of Commerce. At the same time he acted as adviser to various organizations and as trainer of several prize-winning orators and debaters from different schools. He became a member of the Board of Governors of the Cebu Lawyers League; vice-president, Cebu Catholic Lawyers Guild; Chancellor, Knights of Columbus; contributing editor, Council Tidings and honorary adviser of the Misamis Oriental Students Association in Cebu. He was elected president of the USC Faculty Club and of the University's Alumni Asso ciation. In his two-year incumbency as Alumni prexy, Atty. Ortiz displayed his remarkable zeal and outstanding leadership. He drew old alumni to parti cipate in different University activities; he kept up with the tradition of offering an annual ball in honor of USC's new graduates during which they are inducted into the alumni group; he advocated recognition of alumni achievements; he spearheaded the rousing welcome accorded Fr. Hoerde mann and delivered a beautiful welcome speech during that occasion; he procured a sizeable donation from alumni as pocket money for the USC Warriors who participated in the National Intercollegiate Athletic competition. His latest achievement is the alumni's scheduled presentation to the University of an oil portrait (worth P500.00) of Don Sergio Osmena, Sr. at the annual homecoming banquet to be held on the occasion of the USC College Day. The portrait was painted by Amorsolo, well-known Filipino painter. Dona Esperanza L. Osmena will unveil the portrait and Atty. Ortiz, in behalf of the alumni, will present it to Fr. Rector Kondring. Don Sergio will attend the presentation ceremonies. Before leaving his office after the interview, I popped out a question: "By the way, sir, will you present your candidacy in this year's election?" I queried him thus because I had recalled that he was once a candidate in the fourth congressional district of Cebu (NP-DP coalition ticket). Atty. Ortiz displayed his patented enthralling and captivating smile and replied: "If the people will it." The truth is, he is being groomed for a congressional seat this year, either in the second or fourth district of this province. If the people will give him that opportunity to serve them, they have nothing to lose for Atty. Ortiz has the makings of a good lawmaker, a diplomat, and a servant of the people. His talents, honesty, and integrity have been more than proved. And his record as Secretary to the Mayor will bear out. Moreover, a Carolinian is a Carolinian and will always be; his heart is pure, his mind is full, his words are true wherever he be. £ The Jesters* Break It was a formal banquet, and the hands of the clock crept round toward midnight as celebrity after celebrity sought to be entertaining. “Mr. Blank will now give us his ad dress; which will, I am sure, be a pleasure for all of us,” said the toast master. Mr. Blank rose, with his watch in his hand; put it up, and then said pointedly: “My address is 29 Clifton Street, New York City. I wish you all a very hearty j good-night"-----I And departed to catch his train. “Yes, I had an ideal once,” the young matron confided. “What happened to it?” asked her friend. “Oh, I married him.” “Oh, Lemuel, you’re just awful. You sit there reading your old newspaper and not paying any attention to me. You don’t treat me the way you used to. You don’t love me any more.” “Nonsense, Cynthia! I love you more than ever. I worship the ground you walk on. Your every wish will be my command. Now for Gawsakes shut up and let me read the funnies.” “Dammit, daughter,” exploded the father, “you can’t marry that young pup. He doesn’t make more than $100 a month.” “Oh, but, Daddy,” pleaded the girl, “a month flies by so fast when yop’re in love with each other.” “Tell me—who is the real boss in your home?” “Well, my wife bosses the servants— and the children boss the dog and cat— “And you?” "Well, I can say anything I like to the geraniums.” Page 12 THE CAROLINIAN What is a University Student? (Continued front page 37) * IMPERATIVE: QUALITY... (Continued from page 41) frighten us (nothing amiss in ad mitting it), there is the liveliness and humor of Rossini and Mozart (poor great Wolfert), or the genius of Tchaikovsky, Rachmaninoff, De bussy, or the soul-moving themes of Sibelius which should bring warmth into every hearer's heart. Or per haps in a small corner of your heart you hide a secret love for some obscure artist? Yes, university stu dents can take the arts—in stride. Your pardon, again. But perhaps this last paragraph is incomprehen sible? Perhaps. Yet for information about this or that equally gaudy Hollywood production, or for the very details about the abnormal ities of so called "stars", our stu dents are second to none. Surely university students must be more critical, for the result of this slavish following of commercial entertain ment is the loss of a sense of artis tic beauty, of proportion, and of restraint. All these qualities are secondary for Hollywood. And the primary Hollywood consideration? You guessed it. On second thought, why all this eagerness on cheap mass enter tainment? A small group of stu dents may train by themselves, week after week, on a play of Shakespeare, and produce the play themselves. The result need not be so earth-shaking, but can neverthe less be a real piece of art. Or if we prefer younger ideas, then take a play of Ibsen or Show. But the old masters like Goethe and Shake speare speak with a timeless univer sal language, and to be able to master their work will surely give us satisfaction, and deeper appre ciation of artistic beauty. Then what can prevent us from adapting the works of Tolstoy, or Greene, or Chesterton, or Hemingway, and dress their ideas to fit our own en vironment. Among our thousands of students, are there none who can write (or at least try to write) a few solid plays on worthy themes? Cer tainly for university students there is no need for a slavish following of commercial entertainment.. Cer tainly a little more discrimination. It may come as a surprise to some, but students of university level should obtain more enjoyment from a quiet Sunday afternoon reading poetry (say Frost's light, birchscented verses, or would you pre fer T. S.?), than in running around eating cookies and shaking the hu man skeleton out of joint in "jam sessions." If the highest-educated class ol citizens of a nation display such bad taste, what can we ex pect from others? Just before we stray from the lib rary, here's one other observation: those romantic novels written by book-mill authors are falling into tatters while the lew outstanding books which the human race has the good fortune of producing once in a great while, these books are laid ever so carefully to Rest I P on the shelves. Not a curious hand, nor a single searching mind ever as much as came within a mile. There seems to be an unwritten law sen tencing those who dare approach to a life in Malebolge. (Never met that word? Remember Dante? "Per me si va nella citta dolente,. . . Lasciate ogni speranza voi ch' en trate’.") But what's all this? you ask. Sure ly this is not necessary for me to earn a living. Surely not. But this and more go into the moulding of our mentality, our outlook, our Wel tanschauung. And it is during these years that we focus our minds on the values in life, it is during these days that we develop our person alities, form our character, and be come educated men and women— not merely instructed men and wom en who are concerned with only making a living. And right at this point we may bring in the impor tance of Christian personality. Recognition of social obligation. As the future intellegencia, univer sity students must be responsible to their communities and to society in general. "Man's relation to other men" is the shortest definition of social ob ligation. In our everyday contact (Continued on page 45) of inner beauty in writing which is, the discipline of self-expression. Here, we should sweat, bleed and learn. Personal honesty should be the slogan. By and large, improve ment in style and ability to compre hend facts should be a "must". Ghost writers should be ostrasized. This fraudulent act kills the very purpose of penpushing. A busy business executive can be excused for not creating his own speeches. But certainly not a staff member. In the first place, he has no space being there. For bad habits lead to bad literary systems. Granted: after a length of time | a man attains a sense of competen cy in the art; nevertheless, he should be guided by norms accordingly. The vilest public influence is an im moral press. In our case, we ought to be dedicated "to widen the in terest of our people by acquaint. ing them with the progress of reliI gion throughout the world, to corI rect false and misleading state; ments regarding our belief and practice, and, as occasion offers, to I present our doctrine in popular : form." In the main, it is not mandatory i that every paragraph contains the i imprimatur of religion. Rather, the | substance of our write-ups must ex; press the spirit clearly enunciated in the Catholic Creed. Thus we can write about the Mangyans without being uncivilize. Or, of Commun ism without fear of being branded as a fellow traveller. All in all, the Catholic writer must preach and love and live his faith. (Continued on page 44) FEBRUARY, 1957 Page 43 IMPERATIVE: QUALITY... (Continued from page >,S) CHARACTER OF SCHOOL PUBLICATION The specie of a tree is better shown by the quality of fruits it bear. So are students of a univer sity. Their mentality and personal ities find eloquent expression in of ficial bulletins. Thus in a letter of appreciation from UNITAS, a Ger man Society of young people, we were notified that they have come to like us through the column of "WHAT DO YOU THINK". Friends across the sea know of what we think in our writings, reach sane conclusions of what we are because of our CAROLINIAN. We should endeavor to have more of this type of information: enduring, friendly. ALUMNI CHIMES . . . (Continued from page ■)'>) ually equipped, a bright future is waiting for him. Nick, dubbed as the "small but terrible" lawyer is tlso riding high and mighty. His success stems from the fact that he's a good mixer with the common mass. He also frequented the salas cf the Courts of First Instance of Cebu. From Dumaguete City, we have Atty. Iluminado Tale and Atty. Bonifacio Cruz. Fagged out by so many cases, Atty. Tale still has time to appear in the courts of Lanao while Atty. Cruz cuts his fi gure in Cebu courts. Also worthy of mention is Atty. Fabian de los Santos. He is right now in the thick of legal battles. A counterpart of Atty. Bonie Alvizo, he also gra duated Magna Cum Laude. It might be recalled that both obtained the highest ratings among the Cebu Barristers in last year's bar exam — considered the toughest in postwar This will be all for now. Till next issue. WOMAN AND . . . (Continued from page 1) men. Some women can afford to follow blindly the fashion at the expense of creating confusion or havoc on morals. I don’t wish to malign anyone with this short write-up. The only thing I can say is that I wish to heaven that with all the bustle of women among themselves, and tvith all the helter and skelter of modern modes, someone who swishes by in full skirts will have extra time to look kindly at me and not take offence at my com ments. jt t BOOK REVIEW (Continued from page .IS) I titude of the traveler is one of coni tempt and ridicule. I Part of the fun, if not the main | purpose, of travel is to know other I people, however strange they may j appear, and in knowing, trying to | understand. I It is ironic to read the description | of the "handsome, little and slen der young mon" (p. 123), etc., etc., I who is Shah, and the "listless ani! mals, devoid of spirit" that are the I Wohkis (p. 195). But of course ! the Wahkis are very poor, while the Shah has $600,000,000 in ro yal treasures. That is supposed to explain a lot of things. Tart as these short phrases may be, certainly they should not bother one who has such delicate feelings , (p. 204) for the New World's lowly developed skill of b------------- (an intentional blank out of consider ation for you gentle readers.) The book rates a review if only to i point out that a book should ramblings in lower case (Continued from page -IS) ! as he soys: "afraid and shy, i'll let the chance go by . . . the chance you might have loved me, too." I eligio cerna, b. s. chem IV, wonders why the most important events in our life can begin in the most casual way. "how but for the curious workings of chance that one day out of the unnumbered ' chain among thousands of people would be singled out as my private I miracle of The Day when on accidental glance in the direction of a | flashing vision of quiet eyes would reduce my whole order of planned i ambitions to shambles." we take this opportunity to enlighten him that love is not an explosion nor an impact that happens just like ! that but it grows in little sweet ways watered by the springs of i thoughtfulness and day to day courtesies and unexpected surprises and continues to grow brighter until it is a steady flame, this is but a prelude, a transition for the ultimate fulfillment of fulfilling the divine plan of the First Source before the sacredness of His altar. fr. stohaver summarizes it thus; "love is a word we play with very easily, upon love man builds his present existence and upon, love God has built eternity, love is the key to this life, the content of the next, the abiding link between both, the mortal's possession that can never die, life's fire that leaps across death's chasm." in the agelessness of eternity, the most perfect human love is os nothing compared to the love of God for each one of us. "if the spark is so bright, oh what must be the flame." the last touch is added by merton: "to say that i am made in i the Image of God is to say that love is the reason for my existence: for God is love; love is my true identity, selflessness is my true self, love is my true character, love is my name." t CROSS CURRENTS (Continued from page .12) woman, the Milagrosa Wavelets (Colegio de la Milagrosa) has this to say: “With God there is no double standard of morality or piety. Pray ers and sacraments are the means ot grace alike for men, women, and children. Because men are exposed to great temptations, they have a cor respondingly great need tor this di vine antidote to sin. Some of our modern men today are ashamed to approach the communion rail tor fear of being called sissy, not a He-man. But the most courageous ot our sol diers during the war did not feel they diminished their manliness by taking the Body and Blood of our Lord be fore going to the battlefields." Well said but just for the road, here’s our N.B. for the glum and desperate: ". . . no matter how ruin ed man and his world may seem to be and no matter how terrible ; man's despair may become, as long not ; as he continues to be man, his very humanity continues to tell him that George Guy J life has a meaning." jj Page 44 THE CAROLINIAN (Continued from page 43) The Women Pilgrims (Continued from page 40) with' each other the best rule to follow, one of the simplest, besides, is the Golden Rule—a teaching up held by responsible men the world over. Social obligation as it applies to us has an added aspect: whether we like it or not, or whether we are cognizant of it or not,, we are the guides of our society. The masses look up to us for example. If we fail them by our lowly, unsocial, or retrogressive acts or thoughts, our communities suffer as a result. And we are responsible. The standards of our communities are for uS” to uphold’ and elevate, for we must- set up values which our higher intellectual , power re veals to us. And towards these va lues it is our duty to endeavor, to lead and to guide. We have been sent here to train ourselves and to prepare ourselves for the future. We cannot fail the responsibility which our society has laid upon us. The leaders (by lead ers is not meant political leaders— already the country is sick of the whole lot of them) the leaders of the conscience of our society, of the collective intellect, the guides of communal mentality, and the exam ples of a better way of life: these are the roles we are cut to play. How successfully or how poorly we measure up to our tasks depends upon how each of us is able to dev elop our personalities to the fullest in harmony with God and in har mony with the reason which He has given us each to see with. The university student and our civilization. "Civilization" is not such an imponderable concept — all we need to know for the moment is INTO WELCOMING . . . (Continued front page 20) A sharp awareness passed be tween them and they looked at each other to forge a companion ship that was to erase all bitter me mories. He looked at her again and felt so lost in identity that for some time he just wanted to stay there . .. in her eyes where promises were being fulfilled. J ’ that just let the leaders of one gen eration fail its duty, and there may not be any civilization left for us to worry about. History of human ity is a constant tale of the rise or fall of civilizations. So don't take things so much for granted. What has this, then got to do with us as university students? Only this: we are deeply concerned. And why all these thoughts about civil ization? Of course we are civilized. Yes—halfway. Civilization is not merely the way one throws layers of clothes over one's body (or the maximum area of skin one dares expose), nor the way one builds a house. This is the material as pect of civilization. A better meas ure ol civilization is found in the minds of men. For it is over the minds of men that jungle growth threatens. And when the jungle has gained the upper hand in our minds, the consequence is the law of the jungle. That you are living in a city does not in the least mat ter. Wherever man may be, he is living at the edge of the jungle. It doesn't take much for the jungle to crowd in—"All that is necessary for evil to triumph is that good men do nothing." Ignorance is an evil. So is an insensible and crude mental ity. In communities imbued with old culture, there is less fear of re trogression. Not so among us. Here the danger is immediate. This every university student must real ize fully. It is also this very same reason which renders our institu tions of higher learning citadels of immense consequence. Youths of today, think it over— carefully. # MONKEY WRENCH . . . (Continued from page 21) Some bosses keep their secretary on account of her casting spell, not on how she can spell. An office boy went to the office of his boss and nervously intoned that he was wanted on the phone. The boss in quired how he came to such a conclu sion since his name was not given. "Well, sir, the voice in the phone said: Hello! hello! is that you, you old idiot?" I Chapter IV i THE PRIORESS NUN ! The third female pilgrim has been overlooked by students of literature. The tendency is to conclude that I the nun was a counterpart of the other with similarities in dress and cloister training. The resemblance is extended to the subject matter of their tales. Both followed the pattern of choos ing stories about martyrs. While the Prioress chose a story about a murdered boy, her chaplain chose the martyrdom of St. Cecilia. Differences, however, may bo de duced from the sell-revelations of both in their prologues and tales. The Prioress invokes the Blessed Virgin humbly but ends the pro; logue with insincerity and false hu! mility. I ! The well-balanced divisions in 1 the Second Nun's prologue show more logical and scholarly traits. She chooses more felicitous passa ges from the Office and weaves them into her invocation. Hers is no false humility as she reveals a knowledge of her limitations and recognizes a need of the Virgin's assistance. In her tale the Prioress expresses intense and passionate hatred of the Jews. Obviously, her "Amore vin’ cit omnia" excludes the Jews. The I Second Nun is more subdued and i takes care not to give vent to any , hatred of the persecutors of St. Ce! cilia. Her self-restraint is in marked ! contrast to the Prioress' open bi' gotry. The Second Nun kept to the back ground in the true spirit of a reli gious. Not once did she assert her self in the pilgrimage except to nar rate her tale. BIBLIOGRAPHY FEBRUARY, 1957 Page 45 Editorial Dios: Base de Toda Paz oJeccion * * * liana ★ ★ • z ★ * La probabilidad de una guerra atomica, quo causa tanto horror al hombre de hoy, ha hecho cl establecimiento de una paz mundial en una necesidad grave y urgente. Pues, segun los calculos cientificos, la bomba atomica si se usara durante la mas temida guerra entre America y Rusia causaria una horrible destruccion capaz de terminal’ con la humanidad. Y cl hombre de hoy no queriendo mas repetir la triste y amarga experiencia de las guerras pasadas, suspira y clama on medio de su confusion: PAZ. Pero, dbnde esta esa paz mun dial anhelada por el hombre y por todo el mundo? Despucs de la primera guerra mundial se formb la Liga de las Naciones, cuyo objetivo era mantener paz y harmonia entre las naciones belicosas. Pero, esta Liga fracaso. Ilubo entonccs otra guerra mas funesta quo la primera. Mas tardc sobre las ruinas humeantes de la desdichada Liga de Nacio nes, se edified la UNO. Su objeto como cl de la Liga era y es resolver los conflictos y luchas entre las naciones para que haya paz en la tierra. Pero parece ser que la UNO no obstante su diplomacia no es muy eficaz en su objeto. De hecho, como lo prueba el estado actual del mundo, cuanto mas elocucntes son los discursos y deba tes de los diplomaticos y mas fcrvorosos los planes de paz tanto mas parece alejarse la blanca paloma de las paz y accrcarse con todo su cstrepito la sombra amenazadora de la guerra. Ahora, si la Liga de las Na ciones fracaso; si los esfuerzos humanos en la UNO parecen ineficaces para pacificar las naciones belicosas, no es acaso razonablc emplear otros medios? Pero, como los esfuerzo y medios humanos no son eficaces para cstablecer una paz mundial, ;, no es acaso logico buscar y pedir los auxilios divinos? Estas son las preguntas quo el hombre de hoy iiene quo estudiar y meditar bien. Hace muchos siglos el salmista nos did la rcspucsta del porque PROSA PRIMADA por ABE TUIBEO Dejame verier en esta poesla | Las lagrimas de toda pena y dolor. Antes de envlarte con melancolia El Ultimo surplro de mi amor. Pues aunque me llama ya vol frla De la muerte a la region de la calma j Lo sakes sin embargo que todavla Te adoro desde el fondo de ml alma. Mas, querida, lo que mi coratkn agora No cs mi fama o riqueia de jar en pos; Sino el no verte en esta triste hora Para abraiarte en ultimo adlos! Mas consuekate, amiga, que me vaya Sin haberte podido siqulera besar, Porque asi no se oscurece la playa A donde voy sin sombras de pesar. Me march pyes con conclencla pura X espero que el clelo no me sea cruel A Imponer mas penltencla dura Ami, que he sido hacla tl slemprc tiel. muchas voces fracasan los esfuer zos humanos. "A no ser que el Senor edificara la casa, en vano trabajaran los que la edifican”. Es claro pues que sin la ayuda divina cl hombre nunca obtendra oxito en sus trabajos, aun en sus planes de establecer una paz mun dial. Por consiguiente el hombre de hoy, si quicre en verdad toner paz en el mundo, debc de orar implorando el auxilio divino. Esto es la piedra fundamental, que el hombre en su soberbia ha abandonado; la piedra sin la cual nun ca habra paz ni tranquilidad en la tierra. Cristo lo dijo con toda claridad y precision: “sin Mi no podeis hacer nada.” por: amable tuibeo Por eso no llores; sea dichosa X viva como yo crlstlanamente Porque an dia en la orllla dichosa Te voy yo encontrar eternamente. (tJLa l^eipueila^ Desfallesco, amigo mio, al recibir La triste carta de tu tlerno amor; Me hace loco; que te puedo declr Cuando ya me muere de dolor? No me digas adlos, que te vayas Para dejarme sola sin mas consuelo; Porque te voy a seguir a aquellas playas X contlgo morir bajo un mismo ciela. No puedo mas en este mundo vlvlr Tenlendo en mi coraion roto el late; Ahora nada me importa sino morir Junto a tl en tu dulce y eterno regaio. Esperame pues porque amorosamente Estaremos juntos en el camino Para probar bien y glorlosamente De nuestro amor el dulce destlno! Page 46 THE CAROLINIAN Poesitrt Selecienadas de (rfuienes CUANDO DIGA ADIOS por EVANGELINA G. ZACARIAS Quisiera retener en mil pupllas bajo las sombras tristes tie la muerte, la gama ardlente de los dares dias llenos del rltmo de encantadas tuentes. Cuando yo dlga adlos al mundo mlo al viejo hogar, consuelo de mis padres, ha* que seat Sehor, bajo el carino y dulcedumbre eternos de ml madre. Que olga el murmullo de mi viejo mar, las slnfonicas quejas de mis arboles al batlr de los vlentos, y el leal grunldo de mi perro en mis portales. Sienta dentro del pecho al roce amigo de un viejo amor hallado en mis jornadas y asi llevarme el ramo florecldo. ml slembra de carlnos, lu* de ml alma. Dr cams (Cant’d on page ■!■!) with this author. It was one ol the most agreeable and inspiring days of my life and I always regretted it did not happen. We walked to gether for hours and discussed mod ern literature. He said a great many wise and brilliant things, all of which I have alas forgotteri. The only thing 1 am certain about dreams is that they do not in any way forecast the future. When I was a child I dreamed I saw heaven and Jesus sitting on a cloud. He called to me: Demetrio, come here. The next day I told my mother about it and to my surprise they were ex ceedingly alarmed. Acarlcien los ojos los capullos de carmines abiertos a las auras, y al beber en la copa el brlndis unico surque los cielos la paloma blanca. Entre las suaves luces de la tarde quede suspenso el ultimo susplro como queda el postrer, claro celaje e la estrella del vispero prendido. Ha*, Sehor, que me vaya sin rencores sin tristezas nl agravios que me aquejan el coraion en muerte. Solo amores vlgilen mi reposo dulcemente. Asl, como una rosa que se incllna bajo un beso de una tuna en primavera quede exotica en la hora el alma mia cuando yo dlga adios en la tarde bella. USC NewsrCo,tti,tX/T; PRE-LAW ORATORICAL CONTEST The Pre-Law students sponsored an Oratorical Contest which was easily one of the best school activi ties of the year in U.S.C. A big crowd filled the social hall of the Girls' High School Department where the contest was held. Winners of the contest follow: First prize. Miss Asuncion Casenas (The Man Be hind the Plow); Second prize, Jesus Estanislao (We can be a Rizal); Third prize, Nieva Tan (Iyo Juan and Himself). The Board of Judges was com posed of Judge Joaquin Maambong, chairman; Attys. Antonio AbadTormis and Marcelo Fernan mem bers. Alumnotes (Continued from, page Course without a hitch. This time he finds himself teaching the 3 R s in his hometown, Dumanjug, Cebu. His neverto-be-forgotten wedding was attended by a considerable number of friends and some of lhe USC Fathers. CONGRATULATIONS Happiness has caught up with a bunch of Carolinians who successfully hurdled the Board Examinations for Physicians given last August. The re wards of painstaking work and study have been finally bestowed upon them. Through this column, the Carolinian Staff wishes to extend their heartfelt congratulations to Drs. Max C. AbeIlana, Urcisimo R. Avellanosa, Bonifa cio B. Cabahug, Jr., Rodolfo S. Cam, Anthony O. Co, Ceferino G. Demetrio, Jr., Francisca P. Estanislao, (now Mrs. Johnny Manulat), Carlos L. Fortuna, Leo nardo S. Gimeno, Fortunato Gomez, Jorge G. Joaquino, Panfilo D. Lastimosa, Jr., Jesus T. Lim, Florentino Lleva, Johnny V. Manulat, Matias M. Padayhag, Salvador N. Petilos, Castor M. Ricana, Alipio C. Ruiz, Natividad V. Ruiz, Perseverando L. Sollano, Sepeng A. Uy, Gloria V. Villanueva, Jovencio Villa castin, Agustin Yap, Bonifacia L. Yap, Benjamin C. Ybanez and Jose Yu. FEBRUARY, 1957 Page -17 FATHER RALPH THYKEN, SVD by J. DANIELS to the Society of the Divine Word, Father Ralph be came head of the SVD Catholic Universities Office in Chicago. The purpose of this office is to bring to the attention of the American people the achieve ments of the Divine Word Missionaries in the field of higher education in the missions and other countries of the world. After the Colegio de San Carlos achieved Univ ersity status in 1948, Father Ralph proved himself on various occasions to be a true friend of the fledgling University. It was to a great extent due to his ef forts that the University was, able to provide its vari ous laboratories with the modern and up-to-date equipment that ranks them among the best in the entire Philippines. Through the mOhthly magazine— LIGHT—which he edits, Father Ralph acquaints theCatholics of America with the vzork being done at the University of San Carlos. THE UNIVERSITY’S FRIEND The UNIVERSITY of San Carlos has, no doubt, a host of friends, known and unknown. Certainly it has no better friend—nor one less known to present-day Carolinians—than Father Ralph Thyken, S.V.D., ior many years the Director of the SVD Catholic Univer ties Office in Chicago. Born in 1899, Father Ralph, as he prefers to be called, entered the Society of the Divine Word in 1920 and was ordained a priest five years later. Because of his unusual business ability he was ap pointed Procurator of Sacred Heart Mission Seminary in Girard, Pennsylvania, where he also served on the teaching staff. Transferred to St. Mary's Mission Sem inary, the headquarters of the Divine Word Mission aries in the United States, he was appointed Mission Procurator. In this capacity he was charged with the responsibility of soliciting financial support for the various missionary enterprises of the Divine Word Missionaries throughout the world. As Mission Pro curator he was instrumental in the establishment of hundreds of so-called Mission Clubs—organizations of lay men and women who banded together for the purpose of helping the foreign missions. In 1933, when the Catholic University of China was enfrusted Perhaps one of the most convincing proofs of Father Ralph's interest in the University is his concern to make available to the students and faculty mem bers the means whereby they may further their stu dies in the United States or Europe. Largely through his efforts scholarships and study grants are awarded deserving and able scholars. At the present time a number of USC Faculty members are pursuing higher studies both in Europe and in America be cause of Father Ralph's help and assistance. It is not possible in a brief sketch like this to detail the many tangible proofs the University has already received of Father Ralph's interest and zeal. But, as the University of San Carlos faces the future, confi dent and with the quiet determination to continue, and to enhance, its contribution to the field of Catho lic education in the Philippines, it sincerely hopes that its achievements and those of the students who pass through its portals will become the best—and the most lasting—expression of its gratitude to the quiet priest who has done so much to make the Uni versity of San Carlos what it is today—the leading exponent of Catholic education and Catholic life in the southern Philippines. Page 48 THE CAROLINIAN D I T We Must Support the Catholic Press O R I A l IN THE FACE of what has been termed in the papers as the "insolubles" confronting world peace today, we need not advertise the added respon sibility that rests upon the Catholic Press. It becomes even more apparent when the fact is considered that at no time in our history has the printed word been more in evidence than during this age when . . . and this is no exaggeration . . . a paragraph may well start a shooting war. It has been said with a ring of truth that hostile ideas thrash each other most heartily on paper before they are finally removed to the battlefield. From these facts alone, the Catholic press should have reason to assume an important place in the battle for ideas. It is charged with the task of seeing that, from the hodgepodge of discordant views, it sponsors that which is right and good. And quite apart from all this, it must also serve as the vehicle for Catholic views and expressions. The Catholic press must bind us to gether by communication so that important world events affecting our faith will not be lost to us. Our press can, however, face the task only if it has the strength to prosecute its aims. In this regard, where else is it to derive its power but from us who have the corresponding obligation to support it? Here, then, is the case against us. If we want Catholicism to maintain its verve and its enthusiasm, we must support the Catholic Press. . . one of its most important organs. We simply cannot allow it to atrophy. It would be disastrous because Communism loves to show its fangs where no voice is raised. A strong Catholic press is one of our best safeguards against the distortions of Communist propaganda. It is our primary obligation, therefore, to help build a powerful Catholic press that can face our adversaries and arouse in each of us a keen interest for contemporary events. Viewed in the light of our faith, these events will give us the scope of the world situation and will make us less susceptible to Communist lies. It is for our own safety that we must support the Catholic press. We must support it as best we can so that we can look to an effective organ to combat the forces that godless Communism continues to marshall against the Catholic faith. New I" Every Respect M fn Latin anti English Up-to-Date • Pract-.eal Format • Clear Types Price: PIT’ »»• Prepared in accordance with the instruc pjtes Sacred Congregation the latest Changes pr«cnbed It contains by the Holy See as III c Order Your Copy from catholic trade SCHOOL CATHOU,* O ociu.c,0i Manila of Church Choirs ,.aiy WEEK This NEW HO n eoSler ond more is published to en participation Je«.ea •* ’T’^ '«9< *heSe Holy Saturday)