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Title: The Carolinian
Issue Date: Volume XXI (Issue No. 5) March 1958
Year: 1958
Language: English
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extracted text: ®"r € a r n 1 i it i a n (JNlVERSI'j Y OF 1'I"-; PHILIPPINE! LIBRARY *UG 2 • 1958 Volume XXI Number 5 Oca. SwpjMnf. Q)(W.tj/f., ~/(>is OCxilinuj, ^piiu xn <Jl JCetten to ^Ptesident agsaysay Gabi, Cordova, Cebu March 17, 1958 Dear President Magsaysay: Forgive me for pricking your peacefid grave in an effort to thrust this short letter at. your side. 1 know I will be disturbing you in your tranquil eternity and I am terribly sorry for that. But I honestly believe that a true lover of his people as you were, you would be more disturbed were I to remain silent over things which worry us a lot. When you were alive you established the PCAC which made (he pool and the unheard talk; that was enough proof of your desire to have your people voice their senti ments rather than cancel them. So, I hasten to scribble doivn these things expecting to receive a silent appreciation from you. Beloved President, when you came to Cebu on that fateful ere of your death, you did not feel very happy to see the Cebuanos in the midst of an acute corn shortage. You had been told of the situation though, days before. And acting with your characteristic speed, you immediately ordered the importation from America of tons of corn for Cebu and the Cebuanos. But when you came you still had to face the fact: the shortage was not yet cured. Nevertheless, you made the Cebuanos very happy; you informed them that additional tons were forthcoming. "I prefer to see the government go bankrupt than make the people suffer from high prices.” These were your words as you reacted to the news of our corn shortage. To prove your sin cerity you ordered the NARIC to sell its corn to the people at P.lfO a ganta regardless of whethei the NARIC purchased it for more or not. Oh! how sensitive you tvere to the people’s needs. That made us love you very much. But hardly had your words returned to the shores of my barrio after they had been tossed about by the waves of the Cebuano sea ivhich rejoiced at your soothing message, then you crashed at Mt. Manungal. And died! Hoiv we mourned your death, you need not be told. For words cannot express the infiniteness of our grief. Note that you are gone our problem has come to be not only that of corn; the sufferers not only the Cebuanos. Today the price of corn, rice, and everything has skyrocketed; and the whole country is the victim. On the eve of your death there teas but a threatening rise of the price of corn; threatened was merely a portion of your people. Yet, you almost got sick worry ing over the situation. I can just imagine the pain you ivould feel were you alive today. But why write to you ivho are dead and who can do nothing to solve the matter? Because I believe that even in death you are still more res ponsive to the sufferings of your people than the living self-proclaimed leaders. This is the bitter truth which I regret to realize. Besides, I find no other contentment. One cannot seek refuge in hearing speeches of gaivky leaders when he knows that these people are speaking just the opposite of what they are doing. One cannot find consolation in the papers and radio, either; what he reads and hears are but news of the scandal and the rackets of the day. And this will only make him angry. And hungry. And when he turns to the kitchen, he finds no thing to eat: a ganta of rice costs Pl.20 and he has been jobless for months already. If I can forget my anger and hunger and the soaring prices of prime commodities and I can find happiness in writing you, why should I not write you? After all, you are more alive to me than those whom you left behind to handle the intricacies of this government. So, why not? Beloved President, I shall be writing you again. I shall be telling you again the problems of your people until these dead figures at the helm of this government will rise from '-their grave and will see the blindness of their own eyes. Sincerely yours, ADELINO B. SITOY © ® ep® D □ rro □ ® qd si. • ••• •••••••••• MARCH, 1958 Vol. XXI No. 5 • SditMal Staff ADELINO B. SITOY Editor-in-Chicf SAMUEL B. FABROZ SIXTO LI. ABAO, JR. LOURDES JARAMILLA ROSS ESCOBER Senior Editors MARIETTA ALONSO AMABLE TUIBEO ANGELINA I.ABUCAY TEODORO BAY Associate Editors JUNNE CASIZARES BENIGNO CABANATAN ISRAEL DORONIO MANUEL GO REYNALDO YAP Staff Writers AMORSOLO MANLIGAS ISMAEL SALA MANUEL OCAMPO Artists ATTY. TOMAS L. ECHIVARRE Adviser REV. JOHN VOGELGESANG, S.V.D. Moderator SditMal CAROLINIAN Official Publication of the Students of the University of San Carlos THE MAH OF HIS PEOPLE ON A BAMBOO SLATE Caroliniana — Letter to President Magsaysay— (front inside corer) Editorial — The Man of His People ............ The Legacy of Magsaysay ............... He Came. I Saw and was Conquered Filipino Nationalism and the Church Wear Mary’s Robe of Modesty .... The Language Barrier on the Campus.............................................. The Moderator Says ........................... Science Corner — Chemistry—Why Not? ................. Short Story — At Last, Hilda! ............................. Commentary — God’s Grandeur ............................. The Pope and the Professions — The Law and I ............................. The Law Career ........................... A Doctor’s Impression of Life and Work ................................. Medicine and the Student ........ Nurse Talk ..................................... Pharmacy Through the Ages ... The Teacher ................................... The Teaching Profession ............. The Scientist and the Engineer . The Filipino Youth and the En gineering Profession ............... Go and Take Secretarial ............. Cross Currents ..................................... Poetry ...................................................... Ramblings in Lower Case ................. Wikang Filipino ................................... My Most Unique Lawyer-Friend .. 35 Seccion Casteliana 10 14 14 March 17th! The Filipino nation awoke from a deep and peaceful slumber baffled at the whereabouts of its leader. The man of the people did not go to sleep that evening; he was with his people in Cebu — hearing their problems and lending them his helping hand. But the next day he had to be with his people in Manila; so, he left Cebu an hour after midnight braving the risk of night travel. But the people’s leader had not showed up in Manila. He was expected to arrive there three hours after his take-off; it was already sun-up; still he had not come. The President was delayed! The news flashed throughout the country pregnant with hope and desolation. His people were fearful of his fate. Yet, they refused to despair. They had hope to cling to — hope which is the last refuge of prodigal thoughts and mis givings. For hours the people waited — anxious, uneasy, terrified. But still hopeful — gambling with chance. Destiny. Who knows? No one would say he had perished. He was just delayed; he would show up soon. No, he could not be dead; he was good — too good to die. A good man always lives. Yes, his people were drowning with their hope for his appearance. But “drowning men seek momentary footing even on sliding stones.” Suddenly, news came of a lone survivor. He was not the Pre sident! But no, he was not the only survivor; another or others had escaped death. The President was one! He could not die — much less such a gruesome death, the people insisted. But Mt. Manungal could not spare more than one life. The bit ter truth was known: the lone survivor was the only survivor! Sobs and tears overcame his people. The millions he had left behind made billions of sighs: could such a man die? I believe that he who has less in life should have more in law. I believe that the pulse of government should be strong and steady, and the men at the helm imbued with missionary zeal. I believe in the majesty of constitutional and legal processes, in the inviolability of human rights. I believe that the free world is collectively strong, and that there is neither need nor reason to compromise the dignity of man. This was the creed he followed to the letter. This was he. Could he die? March 17th! Dust he was; to dust he must return. But neither death nor time can make him die in the memory of his people. President Ramon Magsaysay is alive! His death made him live — forever! bo MARCH, 1958 Page 1 To the Memory of RAMON MAGSAYSAY Third President of the Republic of the Philippines - March I,'. /."■>< To The Fair Hope Of The Fatherland — From Magsaysay ."There is a certain impatience in youth which is really nothing more than their energy eager to be put to use." "Young people want action and if they would listen to words, they must be words that lead to action." "Poverty and unemployment are not the causes ot Com munism, but they are the conditions which make it easy tor that ideology to thrive." "I have been advocating a nationalism that will not lend itself as a tool of the forces that will destroy our democratic way of life: a nationalism that preserves not only our own native traditions and aspirations, but also a nationalism that remains open to the good, positive influences of other cultures. THE LEGACY OF MAGSAYSAY Dedicated to the late Pres. Magsaysay on the first anniversary of his death on March 17,1958. Above photo shows from left to right: Cebu Governor Jose Briones, Father Rector, the late President and Cebu City Mayor, Sergio Osmeiia, Jr. Page 2 THE CAROLINIAN -you do not have to be anti-American or anti-foreign in order to be re soundingly pro-Filipino." "You are the battlefield on which future wars will be won or lost.” "you cannot remain neutral — you will have to take a stand" "Keep your faith and your faith will keep you." AND TO THE GRADUATES OF SAN CARLOS — "When you go out and take your places as leaders of the nation, when you assume positions of responsibility and contribute to the progress of our country, you will owe to some extent, your proficiency, your clvlc-mlndedness, your social consciousness, your courage to stand on your principles, your devotion to duty, to these foreign missionaries who taught you, who have lived In the Philippines for many years, and who love this country almost like their own." THE CHURCH bell tolled the hour of nine in the evening. I was comfortably tucked in bed but was not asleep. The events of the whole day impressed me so much that I could not refrain from recalling them all over again. His visit scheduled for that day was big news in our town. People from the remote barrios and sitios came to the poblacion to see and meet him. Some had donned their Sunday best. Others were bare footed and poorly dressed. Never theless, their faces showed the same signs of eager and watchful waiting. In the churches, markets, stores and shops, the people spoke highly of him. Children in groups pa raded the streets shouting his name every now and then. On street corners the men engaged them selves in hearty conversations about him. Decorated trucks buzzed around. Tartanillas wheeled along the streets with his name printed in bold letters on white cloths wav ing in the air. Why did he not come? What will the people think of him? How can he be so callous as to disap point them! And the big banquet prepared in honor of him, what. . . what. . . "He's here! He has come!" My brother broke the news at the top of his voice while coming up the steps of the house. Immediately thereafter, I heard exchanges of words of excitement followed by the slamming of doors and the sound of running feet on the stair way. He has come! I jumped from my bed, put on my slippers, smoothed over my dishevelled hair with my fingers, hurried out of my room and rushed into the street with my cousin. The tennis court was jampacked He Came. 1 Saw and was Conquered. bty O|e£ia J2. vzith people of all walks of life. We had a hard time finding our way inside. There was a lot of pushing all around. I stood on my toes and craned my neck. Still I was not able to get even a fleeting glance of him. He was heavily surrounded by a big crowd which trailed him wherever he went. "Please make way for him!" somebody shouted before the mi crophone. His companions were already seated on the stage, wait ing for him to come up so the pro gram could begin. The crowd later paved a way for him. 1 saw him! Tall, body well-built and with a smile for everybody, what an appeal he has to the common mass! They were drawn to his side by his unassum ing sincerity and simplicity and by the force of his dynamic personal ity. I fixed my gaze on him as if he was all alone in the crowd. My breathing grew deeper as I noticed him only a few meters away from us. He was making a tour around the tennis court, shak ing hands and conversing with the people. I stepped a few paces backward and stayed behind my cousin. Unconsciously, I kept wring ing my hands. Will he also shake hands with us? With ME? He stopped in front of us. He offered his left hand to my cousin. . . extended his right hand to me! I stared at him. I pursed my lips, swallowed my saliva with difficulty. There was a slight tremor over my body. Reluctantly, bashfully, I ex tended my right hand. I felt the blood run through my veins. I flushed with excitement. His hand was strong and his grasp was firm. It was too good to be true! I shook hands with Pres. Magsaysay, the Man of the Masses, the Brave Defender of Democracy, whose tragic and unexpected death on March 17, 1957 caused many hearts to bleed and brought a void to our country, that only time can fill. Yes, Pres. Magsaysay is dead, but I can never forget the excite ment and experience of meeting him barely four hours before he passed away to meet his Creator. * MARCH, 1958 Page 3 Excerpts from the speech of Congressman MIGUEL CUENCO on Pope’s Day January 18,1958 at St. Theresa’s College, Cebu City Mr. Toastmaster, Your Excellency, Archbishop Rosales, My Friends: The Papacy is not a mere office, as we understand a public office in the Philippines where politics is largely a battle for government po sitions, where elections are to a very great extent nothing but a struggle between those who are in the government and those that are out of the government. The Papacy is a living national and international institution which powerfully influences the life and destinies of our country as well as of humanity. Our present laws of eight hour daily work, minimum wage, social security system, the Workmen's Compensation Act ori ginally championed in the Philip pine Legislature by the late Cebu Senator Briones, and the Cuenco Blue Sunday Law, were reforms in troduced by Leo XIII when he was a bishop of Perugia more than one hundred years ago. Leo XIII's Rerum Novarum encyclical and Pius Xi's Quadragesimo Anno are the true Magna Cartas of labor for all nations, but their postulates are based on justice and charity. The Popes, like the Philippine Constitu tion, advocate social justice for all classes of people, not exclusively for labor nor exclusively for capital. They condemn the use of violence or slander in strikes. They abhor class struggle, which has proved to be a convenient device of dic tators, apprentice dictators, dema gogues and cheap politicians. They teach labor and capital their res pective rights and duties. Now adays labor and capital usually think only of their rights but never consider their duties and responsi bilities to each other and to society at large. In Padre Astete's Doctrina Cristiana and in all texts of catech ism we are taught that God is present everywhere. Verily, God is in economics, in labor, in the home, in the family, in the school, and in the government. The disregard of this simple truth is the root cause of our sins, of the reigning injus tices and abuses in business, in labor and in the government. Pius X, now a Saint, sought to strengthen the inner life of the Church. He also sought to support the spiritual life of the individual with the frequent reception of Holy Communion. The present Pope, again and again, has stressed our daily need to pray. Without the reception of the sacraments and without prayer, our learning and all kinds of human endeavor, and the high sounding pronouncements on religion and morality are sterile. FILIPINO NATIONAL They can be boiled down to what is called in Spanish musica ce lestial. He who does not receive the sacraments or does not pray can be compared to a soldier who makes no military and physical exercises. The Papal encyclicals on human freedom, marriage, edu cation and prayer are full of mo ralizing concepts. They should be read by everybody. Unfortunately, they are given very little publicity in the Philippines. We cannot read the encyclicals in our newspapers of general circulation because they do not pay. Much of the space of newspapers is devoted to paid ad vertisements and to the publication of speeches and so-called doings and activities of powerful men in the government. Amidst the maelstrom of rivalries and conflicting interests and hatred among nations there stands the steadfast policy of the Vatican for peace among nations and indivi duals, a peace based on justice and truth. Like that of his illustrious predecessor, Benedict XV, Pius XII's diplomacy is epitomized- in two words, Justitia et Pax. Today, as it was in 1914, the causes of war are the same causes pointed out by Be nedict XV: Lack of love in man kind, contempt of authority, iniqui tous struggle of ranks and classes, injustice, and greed for wealth and other transitory and perishable pos sessions. There are some misgivings even among Catholics about the national ist movement in the Philippines. The Church suffers nothing from this movement. Its objectives are lofty and commendable. They are aimed at the promotion of more trade with Europe and other coun tries in Asia thus minimizing our overwhelming dependence upon the American market. They in tend to open factories, to increase local production and so relax alien monopoly. The world trade that is carried on in dollar currency is only a minor percentage compared with the trade that is carried on either in sterling, or German mark or Swiss franc. Filipino economics among whom are included devout Catholics, are advocating trade with the non-dollar areas by using strong currencies that are not the U.S. dollar. The bill Hied with the Senate to prohibit a foreign priest to teach in our schools is not within the con cept of present Filipino nationalism. It is even anti-nationalist, for nation alism means culture and progress. We want a cultured and progressive, a Christian Philippines. We need Page 4 THE CAROLINIAN . . . any form of government is immaterial to the Church provided that it accords the Church and its inhabitants justice. priests and nuns to propagate our faith and spread civilization in the Mountain Province and in Minda nao. We need competent teachers in our schools and universities. The Filipino clergy is not even enough for the spiritual and religious needs of our cities, towns and barrios. As long as we have not enough Fili pino priests and teachers, so long we have to open our country to foreign missionaries and teachers. Religion and civilization and cul ture are not circumscribed by race or geography. Even the Japanese, who are the most patriotic among all Asian peoples, have solicited the collaboration of foreign teach ers and technicians in those fields of human science and endeavor where they believe that they are behind the foreigners. It is signi ficant to note that the daughters of the most distinguished Japanese families are educated at Catholic schools run by Spanish, Italian, and French nuns. Finally, the bill BINI and the Church in question runs counter to the en cyclicals of His Holiness, Pius XII, condemning anti-Semitism and the narrow race policies of the Fascist Governments of Mussolini and Hitler. There is no conflict between love of God and love of country, be tween religion and patriotism, for as Leo XIII observed, religion and country are created by Almighty God Himself. Prudence and con ciliation guided the aforementioned Popes in their dealings with dif ferent states. Thus, Leo XIII and his Secretary of State, Rampolla, supported the French Republic and exhorted the French people to be loyal to their Republic. Through Leo XIII's efforts, the German Kulturkampf was ended. He also taught that any form of government is im material to the Church provided that it accords the Church and its inhabitants justice. Before his elec tion as Pope, Pius XI was sent by the Vatican to Poland on a very delicate diplomatic mission. He performed his task with strict im partiality and an uncompromising sense of justice. The present Pope was a Papal Nuncio in Germany for more than ten years. He had always shown a balanced attitude to all political parties in Germany. In the light of these facts and teach ings of the Church and the Popes, it is absurd to think that the Church opposes the Filipino nationalist movement as outlined in this speech. On the contrary, we can rest as sured that the movement finds in spiration and support in the history of the Church and the teachings and policies of the Holy See. On this solemn occasion when we celebrate the Pope's Day, we de dicate ourselves to God, to our Re ligion, and to the Holy Father, the Head of the Universal Church and the Vicar of Christ. As citizens of our country, we must always bear in mind that the existence and pro gram of the Philippines as well as of mankind rest on religion. As the English statesman, William Gladstone, had aptly remarked in 1889 in a speech before the stu dents of Oxford University, "When the mind, the guardian of humanity, is divorced from the vital principles of Christianity, then will commence the rapid decline of civilization." # For Women of Distinction • • • Wear Mary’s Robe of Modesty! WHEN a woman casts aside her modesty, she is discarding the priceless robe of her Christian profession. If later she laments that she is treated like an animal, she has only herself to blame. For mo desty is the shield of a woman's integrity. It bespeaks her virtue. Without that virtue, a woman can expect little from a man's better nature. To flaunt her body before by Bishop John King Mussio the lust that is in man is but to in vite the violence that springs from unrestrained, unleased human pas sion. If in pagan times the woman was a mere chattel and treated like an animal, it was because man knew her as nothing more. Christianity raised womanhood to her rightful place in the society of God's child ren. The woman now had Mary as her companion, the Lady most pure as her model. It was Christian teaching that robed woman in her mantle of modesty. This set her apart, and made her the object of the best that is in man. The virtuous woman won from man his respect, his high devotion, his dedicated love, res trained in its passionate expression by the higher law of Christian order. There are indications today that many women are trying to strip themselves of the modesty which has been their robe of distinction. The cheapening process has been going on steadily in our time with the vulgar beauty contests, the crude, semi-nude fashions, the com mon talk, and the no-limit of those who consider virtue dull. What lies beyond the cheapening of womankind is wantonness. What a woman wears, how she walks, the places she frequents, the atti tudes she adopts, the talk she makes her own, the desires she entertains and strives to satisfy, all mark her for what she is! In many instances, as we well (Continued on page 9) MARCH, 1958 Page 5 the LANGUAGE BARRIER on the Campus WHY has the English situation cn the campus deteriorated? In a previous article in this magazine the author referred ob liquely to the present situation when he' wrote: "What speeches they could write then, what oral themes compared with the tortured grammar of the present. Ah, them were the days!" Those who have been in the United States since 1948, the by standers or official guardians of the spoken language, can attest to the truth of several observations on the language situation. We may now admit with a certain uneasiness that the written English composition of Freshmen has deteriorated in both quality and quantity; that students now speak the vernacular on the campus with careless freedom; that some of them have the unashamed boldness to speak in the vernacular even to their teachers so that, in spite of what their teachers may think, the language, official or not, on or off the college campus, is Cebuano. Teachers, educational philoso phers, and legislators with or with out knowledge of educational science as the Cebu street-cleaner has of Sputnik mechanics have placed the blame for the deteriora tion on several factors: The abolition of the seventh grade. The variegation of the language requirement in the college curricu lum. The growing spirit of freedom among college students. The inadequacy of terms in Eng lish. The upsurging wave of national ism. The lack of supervision among teachers. Plain mental laziness on the part of students. This brief article will dwell on un qualified mental laziness and on the paucity of the vocabulary terms in English. The others will merely be given a passing comment. Educational authorities have often jumped to conclusions. Philippine research has nothing definite to offer as proof of the deleterious eflect of the one grade shortening. The truth or what is near the truth is the gain or loss in one year of schooling is not sufficient to explain the resultant weaknesses. The variegation of the language requirement may absorb much of the blame. The load of learning English as a required language, of Spanish and of the National lang uage as languages by statute, plus the burden of vernacular "spy," let alone a halo-halo language formed by a mixture of two or more than two languages, results in a multi lingual merry-mixup. The net re sult is the Filipino graduate who speaks ungrammatical English, who tiptoes on monosyllabic Castillian, who murders Tagalog, who starts English and ends up with the com municant in and adulterated ver nacular. Result: the Filipino grad uate who dabbles in many langguages and masters none. The growing spirit of freedom among students, together with the growing spirit of nationalism, is no thing but a lot of nationalistic hooey. The requirements are en forced only on the college campus and in the classroom. The lack of supervision is partly to blame as students generally fol low their teachers. "If golde rustie what can iron do," is still good individualism. In this brief article we shall dwell mainly on two causes of the pre valence of the use of the vernacular in the class and on the campus. We refer to the inadequacy of ter minology in English and sheer lazi ness on the part of the student. Regarding the first, we know that the Filipino student is dealing with two widely different languages. Cebuano is better given to the des cription of moods and nuances of feeling. Add to these the emotional idiocyncracies of the people who use this language and you will know that the student is up against a situation he had not any hand in bringing about. The second is sheer mental lazi ness. When a student says, Ka cute! or Guirepet niya! when with out much mental effort he could just as easily say How cuts she is.1 or He repealed it, it is not that equi valent terms do not exist in English, nor because they do not carry the right shade of meaning. It is simply because he is being mentally lazy; he does not think long enough for the right term. Practice can make it a habit which will soon make the act automatic. For the benefit of the students, the author has prepared a partial list of expressions which are often used either because there seems to be no synonym for them in English, or be cause the one which exists does not quite express the right shade of meaning. This, I believe, is in the very nature of the language them selves. A life-long use and ac quaintance with the vernacular puts it at an advantage in its practical use. by C. FAIGAO Many of the expressions are mo nosyllabic and are used to express moods. Some defy translation. Most of the translations, like their originals, are colloquialism and are seldom used in formal conversation. It should be remembered also that in the rendering of the meaning of a word or expression, much depends on the pronunciation and enuncia tion of the language. I believe it is needless to repeat that the translations are at best ap proximations and are not meant to be definitive. To remedy the problems that this article pointed out at the beginning in order to encourage students to use more English and less verna cular, the rules may now be re stated. DO NOT MIX THE LANG UAGES. If you start in Cebuano, do not finish the sentence in English. If you start in English, do not taper off into Cebuano. Stated differPage 6 THE CAROLINIAN ently, do not insert into an English sentence a vernacular word or ex pression which has a translation or an equivalent for it in English. karon DO NOT SAY ! SAY Abi no mo ! You know. . . . no? 1 Ambut lang! I don't know really Asa gud? Where to this time? Bitaw! That's true! Kaanindo't Nice! Isn't it? no? Nindo't no? It is beautiful, isn't? Ku-an . . .er ... .er Kaanugon! How wasteful! What a waste! Kono Then say, It's said. That's what they say. Dali! Hurry up! on the double. Dili ba? Isn't it? Is it true? Grabeha! That's serious! Guisayonan You think it's easy. Intawon! What a pity! Lagi! Sure. It's a cinch. Maias lang! It's too bad! Well, that's just too bad. May'ra! It's just as well. He'd it coming to him! Pastelan sab! What a pity! Sigue na! j Go on! Go ahead! Carry on! Unsay ako? , I wonder, What's it! to me? What do 1 care. So what? Unsa-on la Sorry, but what can man we do? Unsa na do? What's up? What's cooking? Camusta ka? How are you? Unsa na How now? J This is the last issue of THE CAROLINIAN for the current school year. I hope that all of you — faculty, students and stray readers — have enjoyed each number as it came from the press. If this year our magazine was neither as large nor as colorful as formerly, this was NOT because the staff members were stinting in their efforts to make THE CAROLINIAN always presentable, readable and enjoyable. The explanation must be sought else where. A word of thanks is due our contributors of the past year. Their contributions, for the most part, were unsolicited. This vo luntary and spontaneous interest in THE CAROLINIAN was duly noted and always appreciated. However, if sometimes one or the other literary effort of a would-be contributor was still-born and failed to appear in print, the fault was mainly the Moderator's. He only hopes — and that sincerely — that because of his cen sorship no incipient literary talent was ruthlessly nipped in the bud. To the staff I would say, quite simply, "Thank you." You were a capable and a hard-working staff. If at times I found it necessary to prod you, you can be proud that nonetheless you never missed a deadline — except once. And your patience under my prodding was exemplary. Now that the work and the worry are over may your reward be the keen satisfaction that comes from a job well done. The staff and I look forward to the pleasure of serving you again in the next school year. It is a comfort that the medal has two sides. There are much vice and misery in the worid I know; but more virtue and happiness. I believe. —Thomas Jefferson MARCH, 1958 Page 7 SCIENCE CORNER CHEMISTRY?— RMp Hot? IN THE OLDEN times chemistry was thought of in the same vein as alchemy and the chemist was pic tured as a Mr. Hyde character for ever concocting a witch's brew or an infernal mixture of some sort. The modern layman's view of the chemist is not quite so dramatic. Still, he entertains a number of wrong notions about chemistry which we must correct if we are to attract more students into the field. When people learn that I am taking a course in chemistry their reaction is invariably one of three. The first reaction is something similar to awe and this is almost always registered by young people newly initiated into the ways of college life. They take a long look at me and say, "Chemistry! You must be aw fully bright to be able to cope with all the mathematics involved and to memorize those millions of symbols and formulae." If the reaction is not one of awe then it will be one of perplexity. This one would give me a perplexed look, say an inau dible "oh" and raise one's eyebrow just a little bit, as if to ask, "Now what would a sensible looking girl like you be taking chemistry for, with all its horrible fumes and dan gerous explosions." The third re action is always given by people who have business as their main interest. "Chemistry? Good, then you can manufacture soap or po made or discover something which will bring a lot of money." These reactions are sufficient to show what little our students know of the field of chemistry. One need not be a genius to finish a course in chemistry. He need not be very bright either. I am most certainly not a genius and neither am I very bright but I have managed to reach this far. I admit that one must have to study just a bit more than usual but nobody ever died for having studied just a bit more than others. The first year is always the hardest because the chemistry student must have to go through a subject entirely new to him. He has a spattering knowledge of biology, economics or algebra from lessons in the high school but chemistry is something out of the blue and, to use an old cliche, Greek to him. I should like to quote at this point one professor who said, "The Philippines is the only country in the world which pretends to be civilized and yet does not teach chemistry in the high school." Girl students, particularly, shy away from chemistry because of the ma thematics courses required. To com plete the course a student must earn 22 units of mathematics, which in cludes algebra, analytical geometry, trigonometry and calculus. Al though this is enough to stagger the fainthearted at first, one conso lation is the fact that once they pass these subjects and earn their units mathematics does not creep up in any big way in the course, for chemistry involves only basic knowledge of algebra and calculus. However mathematics is imf^emedioi ^dradejai portant to the student who plans on going on to advanced courses in chemistry. As for the millions of symbols, there are actually only 102 elements known to chemistry, each one with a symbol. But of these 102, more than one third are very rarely met in every day chem istry classes or work so that even chemistry teachers cannot name them offhand. Probably the mil lions referred to are the numerous compounds developed by chemistry. Here again we have the familiar ones whose names are met so often that they get into the memory and the unfamiliar ones we have to look up in a book to know what they are. Chemistry certainly holds very little appeal to the college freshmen. Consider this. In the college of commerce, for instance, a 2 - unit subject means 2 one-hour classes a week. A chemistry laboratory class, usually a 2 - unit subject, means 6 hours a week or three 2-hour la boratory periods working on one's feet. Since in USC a standing labor atory class is a rule, one must have good legs to survive the course. Non-chemistry students find labor atory smells disturbing and they have the erroneous idea that chem istry produces nothing but smelly compounds. Nothing can be farther from the truth. Perfumes and cos metics are two products of chem istry that disprove this. I have yet to meet someone who complains that perfumes smell in any way oth er than perfumes are supposed to smell. Explosions occur occasion ally but usually nothing more serious than a cork popping off from a tubeful of gas. In my four years of laboratory work only one serious explosion occurred, and it happened as a result of an innocent error of one classmate. Fear of ex plosion will not be detrimental to a student contemplating chemistry for a career because he will be the more careful for it. Chemistry may have its frustrating moments but it also has rewarding ones. When one sees in the laboratory the things his teacher has been telling him in the classroom, as one listens to his teacher explain why alcohol eva porates faster than water, as one watches with wonder the play of colors as he adds one reagent to another, then one understands why he does not shift to another course. Chemistry is involved in making soap and cosmetics but chemistry is certainly wider in its application. Chemistry is the science that studies the structure and composition of matter, the changes that matter un dergoes, and the forces and energy required to bring about these changes. In short chemistry studies matter. And since almost everything in this world is matter, you can imagine how big the field of chem istry is. The human body is a Page 8 THE CAROLINIAN compact, efficient chemical labora tory with the liver as the chief chem ist. Digestion converts proteins, the eggs you had for breakfast this morning, into amino acids. This process also releases cyanide ions which are highly poisonous. How ever a substance from the liver con verts them into the harmless thiocynate ions. Chemistry is respon sible for a lot of things in our daily lives that we are not aware of. The medicine you take for that persistent cough is the product of a chemist's efforts. The nylon garment you have on now was produced by chemistry from a substance you would never relate to it. If chemistry had not developed the dyes now used in the textile industry, our fabrics would not be as varicolored as they are. The paper we write on. The ink we use. The paint in our houses. The rubber tires on our cars. The list would be endless. Would you ever guess that the glass you are drinking from was once sand? Or that there are elements so rare that there is not a kilogram of each of them in the whole of the earth's crust? The field of chemistry is so wide and so varied, yet very few enter it. In the U. S. big industrial com panies spend millions in scholar ships every year to lure students into the field of chemistry. Medicine needs chemistry to develop drugs to combat the ills of the world. National defense needs chemis try. Only recently the U.S. air force doffed its hat in thanks to a chemist for developing a fuel for jet planes more potent than the one now in use, a fuel developed from mild boric acid. Boric acid is a very popular eyewash and can be had at any drugstore. A nation's eco nomy demands chemists. There is no economy worth talking about without industry and there is no major industry that does not need the technical knowledge that chem istry offers. Chemistry beckons to every stu dent with a stout heart and eager curiosity for knowledge. With the right combination of talent, zest for work, and luck, one may, in chem istry, find fame and or fortune. # FATHER RALPH, S.V.D. z/ to use The Department of Physics re cently received a celebrated instru ment for advanced studies, the well-known Michelson Interfero meter. Three types of measurement The Michelson Interferometer Wear Mary's Robe . • • know, the indications are that wo men are surrendering themselves to the blandishments of pampered self pleasure. This means inevitable degradation. And for a woman degradation means brutality, disres pect, and harsh usage. Why do we fight so tremen dously against the immodesty in dress and habits today? It is be cause womanhood in adopting these modes is removing herself from Mary. And without Mary there is no hope for a woman. When Mary ceases to be an influence in the life of a woman, then her Son ceases to be the life of that woman. And, without Christ, womanhood loses its true meaning, and the lot of the woman is little better than that of the brute beast. We must strive with all of our spiritual power to stem the tide can be made with this instrument: accurate measurements of distance in terms of the wavelength of light, determination of refractive indices, and resolution of complex radia tions. The most important measure ment made with Michelson's Inter ferometer was the determination of the length of standard meter in Paris in wavelength of the mo nochromatic radiations of cadmium. Seen in the picture are Father Oster, S.V.D., Head of the Department of Phy sics, and Father Richartz, S.V.D., expert In optics. With them are two students of B.S. Physics, Miss Gavina Bascon and Mrs. Lydia Ybahez, both graduating this month. They are the first two to worh with the newly-acquired wavelength Instrument. (Continued from page 5) which would engulf womanhood in the vortex of carnal abandon. Those who have known self-effacing mo thers, constant wives, pure and faith ful sweethearts—those who have found their own lives immeasurably better because of the pure influence of good women—should fight with all the vitality of their Christian be ing against the inroads of immo desty. God help us all to preserve in ourselves the stamp of our Christian profession. God grant, in a special way, that womanhood may enshrine for us all the holiness of a mother's sacrifice, the devoted service of a constant wife, the understanding gentleness of the fair maiden, and, above all, the purity of that love which steadies man on his way to God. (Reprinted) MARCH, 1958 Page 9 At Last, Hilda! hy manuel s. go RIGHT from the first moment I could play outside our house to the time I left town in my second grade to study in the city, Hilda was my constant companion and playmate. There were many other children, of course, but I couldn't play with them very often because they lived far from our house. There were only three child ren who lived near by—Mario, Da nilo and Hilda. But as all boys do, I fought with Mario and Danilo quite frequently, so there remained no one else to play with but Hilda be cause she usually managed to avoid trouble with me. We lived near the sea, and when ever it was low tide and the sun wasn't shining so fiercely, we would go to the seashore. Hilda would gather shells of different forms and colors and round stones of white or black shade. I would catch fiddler crabs which I would release in our sala; I loved to see them run ning around. It was only when the crimson in the sky had greatly deepened that we would go home, and Hilda would always say something about the sky's being beautiful at sunset. I thought she was very funny to say so. (But now that I 0111 old enough to understand and glory in Nature, 1 realize that it was I who was funny—even foolish!') We played many childish games together. We caught grasshoppers in the patches of grass between the coconut palms near her home. We shook the little caimito trees in our garden so that the beetles in them would fall. These we would tie with strings and whirl until they opened their wings and made the buzzing sounds we wanted to hear. We cooked rice in her little pot. We built "houses" of coconut fronds and bamboo sticks. We were typical playful children indeed. Of course, things did not always run smoothly. There were rare oc casions when we quarreled — and always I was at fault. I would strike her, shout at her, but she would only cry and run home. She was always ready to forgive me, though, and after I could no longer stand the few days of playing alone, I would go to her, and we would be playmates again. There were times when we went out with Mario and Danilo when I was on good terms with the two boys. On one such occasion we went to the plaza which we found teeming with people. From a group of men who sat on the stage at the west end of the plaza, a young man stood up and walked towards the microphone. He surveyed the crowd and waited from them to quiet down. Then he began to speak very slowly, but his voice was firm and power ful. A few minutes later, he was shouting as if in anger. His face became very red, and his eyes gleamed, and locks of hair fell on his forehead. Then he calmed down again and spoke in a sad, sad voice that could search a man's heart. I was too young to understand him, but I felt something sad too. The only words I could make out quite well were candidates and free dom and oppression and blood and common tao and public welfare. What these meant, I did not know. But I realized that he said things that touched the very hearts and souls of his hearers, and because he could say them, he was some one worth emulating. He made everyone seethe with anger when he shouted... and cry unashamedly when he spoke in that sad and pa thetic tone. The man next to me was the town bully, but he also cried. "Maybe you'll be able to do that too, Noling, someday," Hilda said. "Maybe." And that moment a life-long ambition was born. (Continued on page 30) Page 10 THE CAROLINIAN God’s Grandeur A Commentary on the Sonnet of Father Hopkins, S.J. by Rev. John D.Vogelgesang, S.V.D. The tvorld is charged with the grandeur of God. It ivill flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod? Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; And all is seared with trade; bleared with toil; And tvears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod. And for all this, nature is never spent; There lives the dearest freshness deep down things; And though the last lights off the black West went Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs — Because the Holy Ghost over the bent World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings. When Gerard Manley Hopkins entered the Society of Jesus in 1868 he was prepared to immolate if nec essary, as a symbol of his complete renunciation of the world, the mar vellous poetic faculty with which God had endowed him. For seven years that faculty lay, as Gardner remarks, fallow. Then in 1875, upon the chance remark of his Rector that he "wished someone would write a poem" on the tragic wreck of the German vessel Deutschland, Hopkins—the obedient religious for whom a Superior's mere wish was a command—returned to the seri ous composition of poetry. The first result of this renewed activity was The Wreck of the Deutschland, a poem that reveals how thoroughly the Ignatian ideals had permeated Hopkins' habit of thought. In fact, most of the poetry written by Hop kins after 1875 is similarly charged with the loftiest religious convic tions. A case in point is the exqui site sonnet God's Grandeur which was written in 1877. The theme of the poem is a para dox. The world is charged with the grandeur of God and in spite of man's persistent efforts to deface the earth and render it ugly, Nat ure is never spent. Nature remains always an inexhaustible source of God's grandeur. This is so because the Holy Ghost, the fecundating Spirit, the Spiritus Vivificans, broods over the bent world with warm breast just as once He moved over the waters of chaos and brought forth creation. In the octet of the sonnet the poet sets up a sharp antinomy that is finally resolved in the sestet. The first line of the poem affirms the fact that "the world is charged with the grandeur of God." That such an all-inclusive statement is not un warranted the poet proves by means of two illustrations. The first—"it will flame out, like shining from shook foil"—connotes, on the poet's own testimony, the more awesome aspects of God's grandeur as re vealed in electrical storms with their lavish display of brilliant light ning. The second image—"it gath ers to a greatness like the ooze of oil crushed"—refers to the manifes tations of God's grandeur in, ap parently, smaller things, like the slow ooze of oil crushed in a press. In these two figures the whole world is caught up. The reader's attention shifts from the distant heavens to a particular spot of the earth but it is always focussed on a power that reveals itself equally in things great and small. The first illustration — “it will flame ozit like shining from shook foil”—has been called a technical blemish because the exact meaning of the word foil is not clear until the poet explains it. In this connec tion Hopkins wrote: I mean foil in its sense of leaf or tinsel... Shaken gold-foil gives off broad glares like sheet lightning and also, and this is true of nothing else, otving to its zigzag dints and crea sings and network of small many cornered facets, a sort of fork lightning too. It is true, of course, that the poet's explanation renders the image more readily understandable. But a hint, at least, of the poet's intended mean ing is contained in the word world. For if the word foil were here to have the meaning of sword, then the image would in no way illus trate the original assertion that "the world is charged with the grandeur of God." And even the force of the second image would be consider ably weakened since it would no longer involve a contrast between the greater and the smaller mani festations of God's grandeur. The two images, therefore, are not sim ply two random illustrations of God's grandeur, but proofs from two different planes that the entire world is, indeed, "charged with the grandeur of God." Hopkins seems to have been es pecially fond of the image of God's grandeur as a kind of electrical charge running through the world. In the course of a retreat, years aft er the poem had been written, he jotted down this observation: (Continued on page 12) MARCH, 1958 Page 11 All things therefore are charged with love, are charged with God and if we know how to touch them give off sparks and take fire, yield drops and flow, ring out and tell of him. The manner in which the lirst il lustration—"it will flame out, like shining from shook foil"—is depen dent upon and flows from the open ing assertion is noteworthy. It is a continuation of the metaphor from the field of electricity implied in the word "charged." Noteworthy too is the tone-quality of the first three lines. The pitch of the first line is high and solemn and ap propriate to the lofty notions ex pressed. This high pitch continues in the first half of the second line but drops to medium or low in the second half—a variation that is in keeping, one might say, with the image Hopkins asserts he is trying to create—the zigzag effect of light ning. The poet's second image requires some comment. Hopkins was prob ably thinking of something he may have seen in the course of his tra vels on the continent—the pressing of olives to extract their oil. He had seen how, after the first lush flow of oil, the residue in the nar row wooden troughs would gather slowly into droplets that grew larger and larger until their own weight caused them to fall into the recepta cles prepared to catch them. The idea is the same as that expressed in "yields drops, and flow" in the above quotation. In this image Hopkins refers to the smaller mani festations of God's grandeur which do not overpower us at one stroke but which must be observed over and over again until suddenly the grandeur of God latent in them is revealed. The transition from the first half of the octet to the antithesis of the second half is strikingly effected by the staccato-line "Why do men then now not reck his rod?" The line powerfully suggests not only -the poet's agitation, exasperation al most, but also his deep hurt at man's reckless and wanton destruc tion of nature. For the astounding paradox is this: although the world is everywhere charged with the grandeur of God, man has consist ently sought to destroy every ves tige of that grandeur. In the eyes of the poet this is a crime which deserves punishment — "Why do men then now not reck his rod?" The rod of God's avenging anger is raised and poised, ready to strike. And the crime of which man is guilty is not simply the devasta tion of nature but its prostitution to ends contrary to those intended by God. All nature was meant by God to be a help to man on his way to God. From the visible things of the world man should learn to know and to love God, the invisible Creator. Instead, man has debased nature and made it a means of selfaggrandizement by turning it to the ends and aims of commerce. This is a crime that God must punish and the rod of his justice is already raised to strike. But the image of this transition al line is ambivalent. It evokes the thought not only of God's aven ging anger and justice but also, and, I think, primarily, of God the Sovereign Lord and King whose rights have been usurped by un scrupulous men. The force of the question would then be quite dif ferent. Why do men then not ac knowledge the sovereignty of God and honor His rights as Lord of Nature instead of acting as if they themselves were the lords and masters of creation? The transition from the solemn and impressive majesty of the first three lines—a majesty that is achieved both by the tone-quality of the lines and the alternation of monosyllabic and dissyllabic words —is effected not only by the stac cato line: "Why do men then now not reck his rod?" It is also secured by a complete change of pitch and imagery. The fifth line begins on a high, but descends immediately to a low pitch, the depressive qual ity of which is further intensified by the triple repetition of "have trod." At the same time the repetition helps to bring out more graphically the sense of the word "generations." In his efforts to show how com pletely man has defiled nature, the poet uses all the devices at his command. His disgust finds elo quent expression in such words as "seared," "bleared," "smeared," "smudge," and "smell." The stri dent quality of the high pitch of the verse, achieved by a mixture of plosives, dentals and the hissing alliteration of the consonant "s" is evocative of the hissing sounds that emanate from factories and the jangled, jarring noises of the marts of trade. It is significant that man's touch has blighted nature. All is seared —withered and burnt and branded. And the brand man has succeed ed in imposing on nature is his own dirty smudge and the nauseat ing smell of an unwashed laborer. The soil is bare now, not only be cause the shod feet of generations of laborers have trampled out the life of all vegetation, but also be cause the men of trade have rais ed their factories and shops where once grew the grass and the flow ers and the trees. The complete ness of man's isolation from nature is expressed in the powerful image "nor can foot feel, being shod." A factory laborer, his feet protected by leather boots, will never feel the lushness of dew-wet grass in the open fields. No doubt Hopkins was here painting what he had seen in the factory towns of Glasgow and Liverpool, where the poor laborer was the unhappy victim of man's lust for wealth. The four lines of the octave that describe what man has done to nature convey very effectively the mood the poet wishes to create. It is a mood of aimless, meaningless monotony and is produced here by the prolific use of monosyllables. After the word "generation" at the beginning of line five, the next four verses are composed entirely of mo nosyllables save for one or two ex ceptions. The transition to the sestet is sim ple, smooth and effective. The use of the conjunction "and" where one would almost expect the adversa tive "but" is appropriate. In this way the sestet is linked to the posi tive assertion of the first half of the octave and the reader is prepared for the solution of the problem in terpolated in the second half of the sestet. In spite of man's wasteful ness and desecration, nature is nev er spent, never exhausted. Always there "lives the dearest freshness deep down things." Here the words “lives" and "dearest" are signifi cant because of the manner in which they are associated with the Holy Ghost in Whom the imagery of the poem is unified. Each new day supplies a fresh proof that nature is never spent. When the last lights blink out in the west and darkness covers the earth, morning is already crouched at the brown brink eastward ready to spring—to burst into brightness and put darkness to flight. Each new day is a rebirth, a return to life, because the Holy Ghost broods over the bent world—bent beneath the burden of man's acts of desec ration and defilement—with warm breast and ah! bright wings. For the poet, at least, and for all men (Continued on page 26) Page 12 THE CAROLINIAN This special section of the March CAROLINIAN is reverently dedicated to His Holiness, Pope Pius XII, the 19th anniversary of whose election and coronation as Visible Head of the Catholic Church occurs on March 2 and 12 respectively. In recent years a number of timely pronouncements have come from the lips of Pius XII concerning almost every profession men and women engage in throughout the world. We are proud to quote pertinent passages from those statements in the hope that the wise and fatherly counsel of His Holiness will serve as a source of inspiration to the students of the University of San Carlos now preparing themselves for those various professions. “THE POPE uni! the PROFESSIONS” ON THE SCHOOL The school indeed has an indispensable role to play in the achievement of world peace. It is time to broaden the view of youth and open their minds to a breath of catholicity. Let them drink in the invigorating air of universal charity, purified by a faith that teaches that in God's plan every man is his neighbor's brother, every people a member of the family of nations, which forms a single community destined for a common end and with solemn social obligations resting on all. (Pope Pius XII, to the 3rd Annual Assembly of the Atlantic Treaty Organization, June 27. 1957) MARCH, 1958 Pace 13 am I AW__ Law "is a great art, woven of rigor and finesse, logic and eloquence, an art which must not neglect any detail, must emphasize the subtlest nuances, must speak to the mind and heart, and enlarge the discus sion or restrict it to a precise point. All of this presupposes a great mastery of language and of elocution, a vast and pro found general culture, and a considerable capacity for work and the gift to improvisation.” (Pope Pius XII to the Members of the Paris Bar, April 23, 1957) Qjie LAW an2 I by Atty. Cesar A. Kintanar I HERE are still many things I used to dream about which I failed to The Author realize after three decades of prac ticing law. But if 1 were to live all over again, 1 would still choose law as a life career. Why? Because I love the study and the practice of law. To be sure, the profession has not made a rich man out of me as 1 had once dreamed when as a young hopeful I proudly hung my signboard in what I was pleased to call a law office but which in truth was nothing but a little room with a cheap table, a couple of chairs, a few school text books, . . . and plenty of ambition and hopes. Half a century of living, and struggling, and praying has con vinced me that some people are born to be rich and others are sim ply not. Wealth will come if it comes, and that is all there is to it. So why cry over things you can not help? I can truthfully say, however, that the years of difficulties in the law practice have not been entirely without compensating rewards: not in money perhaps but in the deeper values of life. The most abiding satisfaction for a lawyer is not the fees he gets from his client but the inward satisfaction of having help ed someone in trouble through the use of his professional skill. This can be a very exhilirating feeling which money cannot buy. There is now a hue and cry that the country is being flooded with lawyers some of whom must neces sarily, by the law of supply and demand, find it rather difficult to sell their services. I'll admit that there is some point to this lamentation. Withal, I would not stop a young man who would like to study law— if he really has the aptitude and love for this fascinating mental dis cipline. (Continued on page 1G) Atty. Cesar A. Kintanar, USC professor of law, has earved himself a niche In the hall of fame. A Bar topnotcher in 1926, he was one of the delegates to the Con stitutional Convention In 1934 that form ally drafted the present constitution. Formerly Dean of the College of Law of the University of the Visayas, he joined the USC Faculty in 1956. In this article, he tells us of the rewards he has reaped from the law profession. CZAe LAW CAREER cun, O-uteideb djtokbnq> On ERASMO M. DIOLA CSC College of Laic STORY is told of a doting fath er who found it rather difficult to determine the appropriate profes sion his only child should take, for it seemed that the latter did not show any inclination at all. An un cle of the child came up with this novel idea and offered the formula to his brother. Lock the child in a room alone, with a Bible, a hammer, a knife and an apple. The general idea was that if he would pick out the Bible, his inclination was to the priesthood; the hammer, he was to be an engineer; the knife, he would probably become a crimin al; but if he would use the knife to peel off or cut the apple, then the medicine course would be right for him. So said so done. But once the child was locked up in the room, he sat upon the Bible, picked up the hammer only to throw it into a far corner, took hold of the knife and cut the apple with it noncha lantly. Confused, the poor father nudged his brother and asked: "What's that profession?" The un cle batting an eye, exclaimed: "He will become a lawyer!" In my case, there was no such ritual. Well at any rate, if I had been subjected to the same test, I would have probably torn some of the pages of the Bible and made them into toy kites or hidden the ap ple in my pocket, and most likely my uncle, flabbergasted, would have shouted his lungs out that I would become the ambassador plenipo tentiary to Siberia — but I would still be studying law today. A lot of people have expressed surprise why I eventually took up law when first my inclination was to become a journalist and later on to become an industrial engineer. They are uniform in the opinion that in law there is a no more money and its pastures are no longer green. Of course, this opinion is as wrong as it is fallacious. For one thing, there is always room at the top—and although I do not pretend, at this stage of my metamorphosis, so to say, to be in that bracket, my only consolation is that for eve ry case there needs to be at least two lawyers! Besides, the figures are not what they appear to be. It is true that every year there is a bumper crop of lawyers turned out (Continued on page 26) Page 14 THE CAROLINIAN A Doctor’s Impression of Life and Work Dr. Feliz Savelion obtained his med icine diploma at the Pontifical Univer sity of Santo Tomas in 1934. A penpusher himself, he contributed, while still a medical student, articles, essays and poems to their college paper and to various Manila magazines and periodic als. It was during his third year in the College of Medicine when two of his poems were selected by Poet Jose Gar cia Villa for inclusion to his anthology published in 1931. A law graduate of USC, he was once the energetic editor of the Carolinian. In the following article, Dr. Savellon answers enlighteningly the question most often raised by his students as to which profession. Medicine or Law, gives him a bigger income. MANY occasions 1 have been asked by some of my students as to which of the two most popular professions, medicine and law, is the most profitable by way of in come. 1 believe this is a wrong way of asking a question about a profession. For one choosing a ca reer, a life's work, the most impor tant question to ask is: "Will the profession 1 choose make me hap py?" This question is of tremendous importance as a factor which deter mines later on the success or fail ure of one's life. This is so because one's work is one's happiness. Stated otherwise, one's work is one's life. And life is happiness. A life that is not happy is a lost life. A man should be happy in his work. If he is not, he had bet ter leave it. Whatever man does, he does it unto himself because his work is his life. You say, you arc paid for your work, and so you give out only so much effort in proportion to your pay. In that case you are not do ing justice to yourself, and in the end you are the loser and not the employer. The employer is inter ested only in his money. But you, you must interest yourself in your work for that is your life. Living is not only earning money for our (Continued on page 16) b# Jl. SauMm, The Author ON MEDICINE — You are dedicated men, who in a spirit of admirable self-sacrifice have devoted your energies of mind and heart and body to that essential good of the individual and the community, which is life; and as that dedication carries with it the grave obligation, of which you are so conscious, to profit by and to contribute to the constant development of the forces that may relieve man of the ills that beset him, and to enlarge the frontiers of life, so too it raises you to a level of activity unencumbered by the barriers of race or nationality. (Pope Pins XII to a Group of American Surgeons, June 4, 1957) MEDICINE and the Student by, -<£. baquia. The Author The CHOICE for service lies open and a whole array of professions lies before me. I chose service to humanity—"the noblest calling of them all"—medicine. As a pre-medical student, I real ize the importance of my prepara tion; for it is said that "a prepara tion begun in pure science may end in correct practice and the early habits of students may follow the professional man throughout his ca reer; but a profession begun in practice may end there." (Philip H. Austin) The choice lies open. It is for me to take it or leave it. I take it, because I know I want it—not that 1 am conforming to the will of my parents—but I am impelled towards a medical career. No other profession has attracted so many of our youth as medicine. There is a great chance for service and opportunity awaiting me. From an economic point of view the med ical profession seems promising in deed. Once a full-fledged physi cian, you are free, you are the boss in your own clinic; but you are the servant of people in whose service you are dedicated; you have a high social prestige and you have greater chances for an assured and relatively high income. For altruis tic reasons of course, it is for the sheer love of medicine—the miracle of saving a life; the glory of heal ing. My hands and brains will unite to conserve human life. The ecstasy of such an achievement can be glorious and soul-lifting. It is like finding myself or learning to live. To find the cost of human life so dear indeed—how can my sense of values not deepen and be strengthened? People have an almost child-like faith in the man in white. Meas uring up to the trust and confidence in their eyes requires almost every thing a man can offer—if he is to call himself a man. How do I know that I am quali(Continued on page 32) MARCH, 1958 Page 15 ON NURSING — You must display maternal tenderness in the presence of a thousand ailments that look to you for com fort and aid; you will need a gentle firm ness in the face of intemperate or indiscreet requests on the part of your patients; you must possess a dynamic rhythm in your lives and a constant calmness which will enable you to remain in control of any situation; you will stand in need of a willing spirit that will never find you unprepared, even in cases the most unforeseen and unprovided for. You must exercise a serene and joyful patience, an ability to foresee and provide. (Pope Pius XII to the Italian National Convention of Nursing Sisters, April 25, 1957) NURSE TALK by Capt. Sta. Iglesia "ThIS is not a sales talk nor a plug for the Nursing Profession. It would be useless to do so these days. In fact, the profession is so popular to day that many young and hopeful girls, and some boys too, are disap pointed because they cannot be accommodated by overcrowded schools and colleges of Nursing in the country. I remember when I had my heart set on taking up Nursing, all my folks were against it. They said that "a Nurse is a servant of the doctor." Did this make me waver a bit? No, sir! Instead it made me rebellious and deep down 1 was shouting, "1'11 show them. I'll show them." Indeed Nursing is hard work; but when the will guides you, the heart follows and nothing is insurmount able. The most trying period is the first year in training, the first month especially. If one is able to tide this over, everything is going to be fine. One does not feel the tired and aching back from sponging the seemingly endless row of bed pa tients anymore. Every bone, every muscle, every feeling and emotion seems to be attuned to becoming a nurse later on. Ah, what joy to sleep on the thought of that pa tient who always has a rose for you. Then a tear or two slides down your cheek when your thoughts shift to that stranger who died without anyone to see him but you. A bit later still, you learn to control your tears. Your face soon enough acquires a mask that does not betray any emotion. This has to be because a nurse is expected to be brave when all others are afraid. After graduation and the Board Copt. Sta. Iglesia, a third year stu dent in the College of Liberal Arts, has been an army nurse in the Armed Forces of the Philippines for eight years now. Once called to active duty in the Nurse Corps, A. F. P., she was assigned as Nurse General in the V. Luna General Hospital, Mandaluyong, Rlial. Later on she was transferred to the 4th Station Hospital, Cebu City, as a surgical nurse, and is still connected with it. Examinations, a new world opens up. It's not much different from the one within the walls of the train ing school, though, only now one has to be on her own pretty much of the time. There are many op portunities where a nurse can serve and put in her bit in making this country a much, much healthier place to live in. Regrets? Oh, no! If I had to do it all over again, I would still be a Nurse and in the Army too. $ The LAW and I (Continued from page 14) Yes, there are too many lawyers in this country. But then there are also too many doctors who have no patients, accountants who have nothing to account, teachers who have no classes to teach, engineers who are jobless, and so on down the line. I have read somewhere that the priesthood is the only call ing which is undermanned but the great majority of young men the world over simply cannot be or will not be priests. So what can our young people do? There is the time-honored say ing among college students that when you are in doubt as to what course to take, why just take up law and you cannot be much mis taken. Besides, there is always room at the top or near the top of any profession. In good logic there fore the problem of would-be law yers is how to reach near the top; and educators assure us that in order to succeed in any line of A Doctor’s Impressions off... (Continued from page 15) bodily needs but also growing and adding to the stature of the soul to make life manifest the beauty of living from the joy and success of accomplishment. I came across a gem by Helen Wright in the August, 1947, issue of GOOD HOUSEKEEPING. I have been keeping this all these many years. I believe it is handy for the purpose of this little article. "We are not against money, really. It's just that money isn't what makes you rich. More important is riches in spirit, of knowledge, of health. You can build your fortune of these and never envy the ones who have only money. Read all the books, listen to all the music, know what is happening in the world, love the simple things like the way a pup py plays, guard your health. And that's about all there is to it. You will be rich! You will have a liv ing, lively brain full of ideas in stead of that cotton wool." Alternately, I have poked my nose into two important professions. I am happy in both. They give me the opportunity to love my neigh bors the way I love myself. Now, I often repeat a prayer I read a year ago: "Lord, you have given us many things. Please, give us one more: A grateful heart." $ human endeavor all you need to do is to study hard, work hard, and pray hard, and wait. I've been do ing exactly this for the last thirty years but I am still waiting for the breaks to come. Will they ever come? Heaven alone knows the answer. I do not mind the long wait, though, because somehow I have managed to pick up along the way some,, moments of real satisfaction. Anyway, only the young think they can change the world. The old like me simply wait and sit at the feet of God. I am really grateful to the law profession. It has given me a permanent job, an honest living, self-respect, sincere friends, and a loving family. What else can a man need? Yes, if I were to live all over again I would still study law at the University of San Carlos. J Page 16 THE CAROLINIAN Food for thought. . . THIS CHORAL NUMBER Gee! . . . a prelude to programs Tuba tastes better if mixed with... (guess what?) The light is more important than the steps Discussing the day's assignment "Paper work" in Chemistry ★ ★ ★ Classroom Life in use * ★ ★ H.E. giK--—the frying-pans—i fried Take this timing, ladies! At last! the beginning . . . Then, the shuttle . . . P. E. Demonstration And all's well that ends well . . . But wait! ♦X thorn? Archbishop Rosales opens the "Big Day" . . . Must be something interesting! . . . USC COLLEGE DAY • • • austerity version For the first time there were no floats and no parades . in keeping with the austere spirit of the times. But despite the absence of all lavishness, everything was as lively as the previous celebrations. As usual, the rooms were swelling with educational exhibits that held the viewers spellbound Athletic names, dramas, dances and musical numbers, even in the midst of an austerity of sunshine and fair weather it rained periodically throughout the celebration) were there to meet the crowd's demand Spread across the pages in this issue are some memorable moments of that thrcc-day affair "frozen" forever by the magic of the camera And we can end this vignette right now and still have said enough For isn't a world of moaning -•ornpressed in the smallest of pictures7 m.s.g. And some more, says Father Rector Wonderful! .. Tempting!.. ON PHARMACY__Certainly you rank among the most deserving of the citizenry; for you spend your time, your talents, and your powers alleviating every kind of human misery, dispelling bodily ills with healing power, and removing, as much as possible, the threat of disease by counselling proper hygienic measures. Heavy is the burden on your shoulders. Endless is the anxiety which weighs upon you. Formidable is the account that is continually de manded of you. Yet your tireless and careful work is wrapped in silence, far from public view and popular acclaim; your sequestered corner is the silent witness of the great work you carry on. (Pope Pius XII to the International Congress of the History of Pharmacy, September 11, 1954) P HARMACY is as old as any civ ilization on earth, because when man first gathered roots, leaves and barks of trees, and concocted there of a remedial preparation for bodily ailments — Pharmacy was born. [After all, pharmacy in its broad est sense means the extraction, pre paration, compounding, and dis pensing of medicinal substances.] What started as a crude art grad ually evolved into that of higher form, as man gained more knowl edge through experience in his search for a better life; if possible a life free from pain supplied with panaceas of whatever kind, event ually improving and broadening the pharmaceutic art, and other arts that form his civilization. Long be fore the Egyptian civilization flour ished man had made use of the three kingdoms of nature, vegeta ble, animal, and mineral as sour ces of his medicines. By experimen tation and observation, by trial and error, he successfully used one kind or the other, or a combination of all, to produce the desired effect in ridding himself of illness. Early records show that in Egypt in the time of Cheops about 3700 B.C. medical prescriptions were al ready used. And papyrus of later date listed such pharmaceutical preparations as pills, plasters, salves, tonics, and injections made from different substances as opium, peppermint, goose grease, milk, wine, copper sulphate, magnesia, yeast, and many others. Precious stones were also used as medicine, and in this light human nature re veals its queer side—emeralds were prescribed for the aristocracy, and an imitation or green porcelain for the proletariat. As the Egyptians progressed they attained higher skills as in math ematics, in systems of weights and measures, and an attempt in the classification of plants, animals, mi nerals, and precious stones which they developed or borrowed from other peoples like the Babylonians and Sumerians. This varied knowl edge greatly enhanced the art of pharmacy even though Egyptian in fluence declined in the face of ris ing Greek culture. The Greeks utilized their vast knowledge and unusual powers of reasoning for developing their cul ture, laying the foundation of pres ent science and other branches of knowledge. To the civilized world they gave some of the most famous scholars and philosophers: Thales, who predicted the first eclipse and recorded some of the fundamental geometric truths. He also believed that water was the primary and es sential element of all nature. Archi medes, a mathematician who dis covered the principle of specific gravity, and displayed a rare mech anical ability by inventing about 40 engines. Leucippus, and his pu pil Democritus, who first used the word "atom", and presented the theory that "the union of different sized atoms in the multiplicity of possible combinations produces the diverse substances." Had the pur suit of knowledge not been inter rupted by wars, and valuable re cords not lost or destroyed, the atomic era would have been ush ered in, centuries ago. But then mankind would have used the ter rible power of atomic energy to wipe out its opponents, thereby de stroying life on earth, and not giv ing the present generation a chance to see the light of the world. Other Greek luminaries, Socrates, Plato, Aristotle, Theoprastus, Eratosthenes, PHARMACY through the dyei Hippocratis, illuminated both the fields of speculative inquiry and natural sciences with light that still shines brightly today. Greek culture had beautifully and delicately woven together the real and unreal, truth with myth, in such a fashion that one could not tell where one ends and the other begins. History crowns Hippocrates as the first to recognize scientific medicine based upon diagnosis and prognosis as apart from the super natural, but history, too, deems Chi ron, the centaur, as the originator of pharmaceutic art, his pupil Aescu lapius (the emblem of medicine), and children of the latter, Hygeia (health) and Panacea (medicine), as dominant figures of medicine and pharmacy. Medicine and pharmacy marched through the centuries hand in hand, until specialization in each profes sion separated them into two dis tinct callings. However, as in most separations, it was not unaccompa nied by tensions and bitter feelings, leading to denunciations and court fights all over the ancient kingdoms of Europe. But, while pharmacy was still a part of the medical profession the Roman conquerors recognized the value of physicians for their milita ry hospitals, in their wars of con quests, and offered inducements even to the vanquished Greeks, in form of Roman citizenship and ex emption from taxes, for Greek phy sicians to reside and practise in Rome. One of those who accepted the offer was Claudius Galenus who became famous for his phar maceutical writings rather than his medical practice, known in history (Continued on page .!()) by milagros urgello Miss Milagros Urgello began teaching in San Carlos in 1940, one year after she graduated from the Pharmacy course at the University of Santo Tomas. In her article, she gives us a short history of Pharmacy from the time of the Egyp tian Pharaohs to the present day. MARCH, 1958 Page 21 ON TEACHERS —A society that is really interested in intellectual and moral values, a society that does not want to slip and slide toward that materialism to which it is being drawn by the weight of the ever more mechanical life of technical civilization, must show the esteem it has for the profession of the teacher, assuring him a return which corresponds to his social position. (Pope Pius XII to the National Congress of the Italian Union of Middle-School Teachers, January 4, 1954) L—IKE wives, teachers are expected to be jacks of all trades, but only a teacher is expected to be a master in all. He is, of course, an expert in his field of teaching, but humil ity (and a disconcerting honesty) bid me admit that many of us teach ers have not made any such extra vagant claims. We do, however, agree that a teacher has to be a psychologist who must deal with half a hundred personalities in an hour—coax the most from a wouldbe genius, tame the loose-tongued smart-aleck, elicit more than a blank stare from the uncomprehend ing—all these while discussing the lesson, lecturing, exhorting, seldom listening, always talking. THE TEACHER Not only must a teacher be an ex pert or a psychologist, he must also be an up-to-date social being. He must have read the latest news and hold an opinion on our governmen tal capers, on the sack dress, on Cardoso's opening gambit, on the Vanguard and Daisy Mae. He can not admit to missing the current first-run movies, and while he can be forgiven for not knowing Demetillo, he must know Lydia Dean. On top of all these, a teacher must be a juggler of the fourth di mension. He must, within twentyfour hours a day, seven days a week, spend so many hours teach ing, more for preparing his lessons and tests; untold hours correcting themes, tests, laboratory reports, term papers, accounting problems; mornings attending faculty meet ings and student consultations; evenings filling out forms and in numerable list of students. If he is a family man, he must take time off to be a family man; oh yes, he has to sleep too—what a waste of precious hours! And what does he get in return? Ah, that is why teachers are the objects of eulogy and flamboyant prose. The material reward is not. for the average teacher, a munifi cent sum; it is negligible to both donor and donee. The real reward is the satisfaction and personal tri umph that a teacher feels when his students learn, the kinship that springs between teacher and stu dent, the knowledge that he can— that he can be mentor, psycholo gist, magician, family man and still remain sane! What prospects does a teacher have? Two paths are open to him: he may look with envy on others who earn more money as their ex perience grows; and looking, he sadly realizes that in his profession, one's worth decreases with age. He has nothing in store for him but — By A Teacher Mrs. Avelina ). Gil discontent and unhappiness. Or he may turn his back on vi sions of a hi-fi, push-button service, and a two-car garage and look for ward with anticipation, for the whole world of knowledge, even power, lies before him. He can learn more in order to teach more; he can love his students and mold them to Mrs. Avelina J. Gil graduated cum laude from the University of the Philip pines in 1936. That same year, she tooh the senior teachers' examination and copped the fifth place. A little later, she came out as one of the top three In a govern ment-sponsored examination for pensionados to the United States. Mrs. Gil taught from 1936 to 1941 when the war broke out. She resumed teaching In 1949 and was designated assistant prof essor In the University of San Carlos after finishing her Master's degree at the same Institution in 1955. be the future occupants of City Hall and Congress and Malacanang. Verily, he shall have power then, for who can refuse the gentle re quest of an old, beloved, sincere teacher? Perhaps, after all, it is best to be a teacher! J i THE TfHCHiriG PROfESSIOn from a STUDENT'S POINT OF VIEW by Lolita Gonzales, B. S. E. IV M Y FATHER told me once of a ! story that happened at the gate of | heaven. It runs thus: There was a boat which was fuil ; of passengers from the different : walks of life. This boat was caught in a storm and was wrecked. No body survived. The souls of these people went up to face their mak er. At the gate they saw Saint Pe ter doing sentry duty. He asked each one what he had done on earth. One was an engineer who said he had made several beauti ful churches, buildings and strong bridges. Another was a doctor who had saved thousands of lives. Still . another was a coffin maker who ; had helped people get buried. A I lawyer came next, then a farmer, a nurse, and so on. It went on and on until the last person came. He was a teacher. When Saint Peter asked him what he had made, he said, "I made them all", indicating the other professionals. This anecdote shows how big a role the teacher plays in this world. It is so great that one B. S. E. stu dent repented he chose this profesI sion. He said that the responsibili ity of trying to bring children mo rally upright was beyond his cap abilities. , A teacher has to be a parent to his pupils. This is one tremendous task we future teachers fully real ize. But "we are sticking to this profession because we feel that we should not be stingy. We should help our brothers by imparting to them what we have learned." '• | Teaching, to quote an oft-repeatj ed phrase, is a dignified profession. But the teacher's pay takes out eve ry vestige of dignity for the teachi ers and for the job. Human as he is, the teacher glories in the adula tion, honor and respect the pupils have for him. People admire a con fident man. The teachers can only have this confidence if he has (Continued on page 31) Page 22 THE CAROLINIAN The SCIENTIST and ^BciENCE is never static. What seems to be doldrums in between wonderful accomplishments, are really periods of intense activity, re search, endless and timeless experi ments, accumulation of data upon data, then details, something con crete, something specific, something of value. Science is dynamic, always on the march, as recent as today, as new as tomorrow. Civilization lurches onward. Today, this very hour, this very minute, in the muted silence of deep night and high noon, inside the labyrinth caverns of vast, ex tensive, yet cramped laboratories, where even the ticking of a second, the pulse of a heartbeat, nay the very quaking of breath, stand still the ENGINEER for the overwhelmingly engulfing joy, if glorious triumph, the break ing of the barrier of the unknown, the unraveling of the blinding beau ty of truth, of principle dawning upon man who is bewildered in the full realization of discovery, goes on. Yes discovery. Whatever Sci ence has established as truths, theories, and laws are nothing but the discovery of what has been laid down by inexhaustible science of Eternal Truth—God. Now comes Mr. Engineer and to him the Scientist hands a brochure of papers, theorems, and hypothe ses. "I have done my job. It is now up to you to give something useful to the people. Whatever the case, keep this in your file." by Eusperio Yap "My task," replies the engi neer, "in all modesty and humble ness, is to improve the general wel fare and happiness of my fellow men. Machines and structures to produce goods to add comfort, ef ficiency, and convenience in the design for living but most of all to alleviate the misery of the common people. Yes, power and industry must go hand in hand. Produce, create, not destroy; secure freedom for ourselves and posterity.” "Nice speech, my friend. Come let us have a cup of coffee. Relax . . . music. . . lest we forget our duties to ourselves." And going to the city the two were soon lost in the unmindful crowd. $ ON SCIENCE AND SCIENTISTS — We must recognize this God, for He is the Truth outside of which nothing has any real meaning. We must serve Him, for a science cut off from the rest of life becomes useless and even harmful. The scientist remains before all else a man faced with a destiny, and he, more than others, will be asked to render account of the good and the evil that he has done. (Pope Pius XII to the 10th General Assembly of the International Union of Geodesy and Geophysics, September 24, 1954) The FILIPINO YOUTH and the ENGINEERING PROFESSION by Gerardo R. Lipardo, Jr. I HE RECENT program of building an industrialized Philippines calls for the training of more young Fili pino engineers. Nations industrial ize not by plunging directly into the building of factories and manu facturing plants but by first prod ucing men who are fit and capable of running them. Hence the bright opportunity for the Filipino youth who wishes to engage in the engine ering profession. Though the engineering profes sion in the Philippines is still in its infancy, the present growth of our nation's industry augurs well for its rapid development. The slowly mushrooming industrial plants and factories in our country today are a sure indication of the future boom in the field of engineering. Oil re fineries, mines, steel mills, textile mills, sawmills, sugar refining plants, rubber processing plants, chemical plants and all manufac turing establishments call for the services of young engineering spe cialists; mechanical, civil, electrical and chemical engineers. Industrial plants need power plants. Power supply is another promising field in the engineering profession. All over the Philippines today, huge hydroelectric power plants and steam power plants are being built to answer the urgent need for electric power. Building these power plants and running them will again entail the services of engineers. Thus the engineering profession provides limitless oppor tunity for ambitious youths. A young man does not have to be extraordinarily talented to be come an engineer. Contrary to popular belief, neither interest in machinery nor aptness in mathe matics alone can make an engineer out of a man. Ingenuity, creative instinct, interest in the working of natural laws, accuracy of thought and a little imagination are what he needs to start an engineering career. Ingenuity, which includes re sourcefulness, goes hand in hand with inventiveness. The modern en gineer often meets the problem of designing new machines or of build ing a type of bridge or of remodel ling a certain processing machinery, all of which need his inexhaustible engineering ingenuity. Moreover, he should also be accurate in his thinking in such a way that the very mechanism or building that he imagined in his thought will actual ly materialize. To top all these, he must have a strong creative desire. By instinct he must want to prod uce and construct, to create some thing where nothing was before, to watch it grow under his hands, to take pride in it as originating with in himself. Like the poet or artist (Continued on paye 26) The Author MARCH, 1958 Page 23 ON COMMERCE — Sound moral qualities are no less indispensable to the businessman. He must have courage in a period of crisis; he must be courageous in overcoming public apathy and misunderstanding; he must possess a spirit of optimism in revising his formulas and methods of action; and in estimating and making the best use of the probabilities of a successful outcome. These are the qualities which will enable you to be of service to the nation; with them you are entitled to the esteem and good opinion of the whole community. (Pope Pius XII to the Italian Federation of Commerce, February 17, 1956) l\ZI ONEY, a good job, a home, and security are only a few of the fac tors that make a student come to school to pursue a career. The situa tion in the world such as it is these days, when the standard of living has risen tremendously, demands that tools and mechanisms of a pro spective job-seeker must be of a better quality and his technique be of a higher grade. Gone are the days when a seventh grade gra duate could qualify as an elemen tary school teacher, or a high school graduate could get a responsible position in any office or enterprise. Nowadays, one has to be a college graduate or must, at least, have two years of college level to be able to qualify for any good-paying and decent job. Apparently, this is one reason why I, despite my age and position at home, enrolled in the Secretarial course. The Secretarial course is one o' the shortest and most-looked-down upon courses so that students of the four-year or five-year courses cannot help but dubiously look askance at it. Their looks range from a mild surprise to that of de rision, when they hear that so-andso is taking Secretarial. Many a teacher—not belonging to the Sec retarial group, of course—usually has that "Oh!-so-you-are-takingSecretarial" look which has quite some meaning. Yet, surprisingly enough, the Secretarial course is quite a crowded one. Why, then, do most lady students choose the Secretarial course? Every student must have a dif ferent reason, but I will mention a few plausible ones. First: there is that time element. Most students want to finish a course as fast as they can, and land a job right away. The two-year courses be fore the War have been changed to four years, and the four-year courses to five or six. These long courses seem to be more tedious and more expensive for those stu dents who want to finish early. The Secretarial course is only for one year, although, if a student wants to polish further his capabil ities in Typing and Shorthand, he may take the two-year course. Second important reason is finan cial. As a rule, Filipino students are ambitious and persevering; but not many can finish the fouryear or the five-year courses. Sup porting a son or a daughter in col lege is usually a heavy grind for the already over-burdened parents; hence, a compromise for a much shorter course. Here, the Secreta rial course again fills the need. Fortunately, what seems to be an easy way out, becomes a blessing in disguise. First of all, a mediocre student who makes the pretense of pecking the keys of the typewriter, cannot pass the course unless she (I say "she" because the Secreta rial course is predominantly female) can type an average of 55 words per minute without any error; and neither can she make the grade of a good Stenographer if her speed in taking down shorthand is less than 100 words per minute. If you think this is easier than eating pea If you want to look for opportunities, unlimited . . . then GO and TAKE SECRETARIAL by Mrs. Herminia L. Batongmalaque nuts, I invite you to try your abil ity. Not only does a Secretarial stu dent become proficient in the mech anics of typing and shorthand, she must also develop really good Eng lish; she must be good in Spelling, and must know exactly when to dot her "i's" and when to cross her "t's". She has to master all these factors which seem to be sadly lacking even in those many-year courses. Then there is that delightful phase of Apprenticeship. The student is sent out to different offices to prac tice actually what she has learned only in theory. Although the first day is a day of nervousness, but what she learns by doing is worth all the lectures and the training that she receives in the classroom. This prepares her thoroughly for the actual work that she will do when she gets her first job. What is more, from a timid and introvert person, she becomes a very highly conversant personality, on alert, not only of her surrounings, but also of the world in gen eral. She can talk about fluctua tion of prices and balance of trade without batting an eyelash; she can add some helpful hints on How to Win Friends and Influence Peo ple; she learns to talk through the telephone with a smile in her voice, she learns the importance of neat ness and good grooming, and the necessity of being impeccable, not only on her outward appearance, but also in her behavior. With a pad on one hand, and a pencil on the other, she must be the picture of efficiency, confident that she can deliver the goods fee cause she had been trained rigidly and that she has passed the acid test. Like a piece of clay that has been kneaded, and molded, and baked, she comes out a finished product with a well-rounded per sonality. The reward? All that she has wished for, and a good job, too. Is it any wonder, then, why more and more students take the Secre tarial course? J Page 24 THE CAROLINIAN The Author Before a big group of students, whom he termed "the cream of the youth", at the Luneta last January 18 President Garcia made an im passioned appeal to his audience and exhorted them to rally whole heartedly behind him and his ad ministration in the fight against dollar deflation. For sometime now the reports were that dur dollar reserves had reached such alarmingly low pro portions and, unless our government acted fast to stop this drain, we would wake up one morning to find ourselves plunged into a serious economic depression. There is there fore no other solution, according to President Garcia, than to observe "austerity" if we are to survive as a free and politically independent nation. The Francisco College Gazette, Francisco College, Manila, scoffed at the President's proposal about what the students should do during this austerity era because until op portunities for livelihood are created by the government for the students, the word "austerity" has no mean ing at all for them. Students do not have bulging waistlines. Almost everything that they need has to be paid via Daddy's over-burdened pockets. A bold and realistic approach to the problem that is threatening to wreck the foundation of our poli tical independence is not found in merely telling the student groups what to do and what not to do under the circumstances. The pubCROSS CURRENTS by Sixto LI. Abao, Jr. lication would have to understand that only when they (the students and the rest of the mass of unem ployed are given jobs can they help President Garcia in the implemen tation of his present economic pro gram. Writes, the FC Gazette: "Do not tell the students to do something, anything. Give them some thing to do and their minds would meet it. Create the opportunities. Provide the jobs. And then, let us see how things shall have changed. Then, there would be no need tor austerity which, after all, Is but a negative approach to the problem, but abundance and prosperity." In which the Guilder, College Editors Guild of the Philippines, seems to concur when it says: "It Is not enough that he should be made aware ot the state ot the nation's economy, nor would It suf fice if he should be told that the little amount of frugality he may practise will contribute to the nation’s econo mic recovery. It must be made known to him that in an economy like ours, precise distribution of expenses has to be maintained carefully: that par simony Is not necessarily virtuous nor necessary in order to achieve the na tion's alm at economic stability. A true and promising economy does not thrive on cash-keeping but on a rational distribution of funds so as to encourage new and growing Industries and. to clamp down the im portation of non-essential goods and Items which could be produced locally. "The call for austerity.... should be taken as a move to curtail further unnecessary expenses that the nation's funds may be well distributed to worthwhile projects and to small, growing Industries which would con tribute to the nation's self-sufficiency." These are times that try men's souls, so to speak. These are times when every patriotic Filipino should come to the aid of his country's tubercular economy. Practice aus terity, so we are told. Yes, austerity is the word! Because of this pressing need for economic stability, we must as the most logical presumption, make some sort of sacrifice. Spend less and earn morel To a social butterfly, austerity means a denial of so many things she hates to be without. She will have none, for instance of the highpriced luxuries, like gold-plated earrings and jewelries, for Mr. Garcia banned the importation of these non-essential items. To a man engaged in international trade, in the import and export business, it means a big slash in his dollar allo cations. There will therefore follow a decline in business activity and apparently he will also experience a fall in his net income or profits. A little patience, perseverance and sacrifice and we will be back tc normal. Anyway, life is not just a bed of roses. In this regard, the White and Blue, St. Louis College, Baguio City, consoles us: "Life is a continuous struggle for greater heights. A struggle that re quires unrelenting firmness and dogged courage. There Is much to endure, so much fighting to do. The humdrum sameness of It all should only serve to remind us of our enormous task to see to It that tomorrow should bring more salutary effects than today. And as we plod on day after day. each sunrise assuring a greater pro mise, never should the sunset find us, flinching and bemoaning our fate. Every today, stout-heartedly lived... every tomorrow undauntedly welcomed — there's where the /oy, the glory and the beauty of living Iles." Yes, and true it is, that life is a long, long walk but it will always find its end. And from the Assumpta, As sumption College, Manila, here is something to remember: "A man does not become great because he happens to have been born Intelligent or because ot his high po sition. Rather, he becomes great when In spite of these factors, he attributes them to God and not to himself.” Such, indeed, is the real essence of greatness. Not the honor before man is the greatest good, but the honor before God, what God thinks of us. # MARCH, 1958 Page 25 Gods’ Grandeur who are sensitively attuned to the recurrent display of God's grandeur, each new day is full of new sur prises. The awe and wonderment of the poet are expressed in the tiny exclamation "ah!" placed so strategically before "bright wings." The tone quality of these lines is remarkable, especially in "there lives the dearest freshness deep down things" and "Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs." A significant feature of the poem is the way in which the thought of the Holy Spirit has influenced the selection of the imagery and the very words used throughout the poem. In religious art the HolySpirit is variously depicted as flam ing tongues of fire or as a dove. He is named the Spiritus Vivificans, tons vivus, ignis, spiritalis unctio. Oil is intimately associated with the Holy Spirit because oil is a symbol of strength and God the Holy Spirit imparts fortitude and Emitte Spiritum tuum et creabuntur, et renovabis faciem terrae. Send forth thy Spirit and they shall be created, and thou shalt renew the face of the earth. The Law Career (Continued on page 14) by colleges and universities that mushroom throughout the archipe lago. But it is likewise true that only one out of a hundred actively practice. Some venture into busi ness where their knowledge of law surely comes in handy, that is, if they were not businessmen already before taking up law; and some still, if there's any truth to this joke, marry rich matrons and become re tired gentlemen; many join the gov ernment and others seek employ ment elsewhere. But the over-crowdedness of the profession should not appal the law student. For as one law student has written on the fly-leaf page of his book which I later bought, "I study law because... it is a very rare instance that the poor is the plaintiff in a case. This can chiefly be attributed to the fact that they are more ignorant of their rights and the remedies that the law af fords than to any other cause. Yet the law presumes everyone to know (Continued from page 12) strength to the followers of Christ. Because He is the Creator Spirit God's grandeur can be attributed to Him by appropriation. What Hopkins does in the poem is to contrast the different effects produced in the world by the Holy Spirit's activity and by man's. From the former comes God's gran deur in all its various aspects, but always things of great beauty and loveliness. From the latter comes all that is foul and defiling— the smudge, the smell, the blearing and the searing of nature. The ef fects attributed to man are directly opposed to those attributed to the Holy Spirit. But as long as the Holy Spirit broods over the bent world there is no need to despair. He will cleanse what is defiled, re fresh with dew that which is parch ed, heal what is wounded, and cor rect what is wrong. The final lines of the poem are like a paraphrase of the Church's prayer: what his rights are. There is, there fore, a very wide gap existing be tween these rights and the reme dies to seek redress—a chasm that can be bridged not by more laws but by more lawyers, (bold mine.) Seriously speaking, the law pro fession has captured my imagina tion. For one thing, I delight in matching wits; and for another, I hate cruelty of any color and in justice of any form—two elements that go into the making of a good lawyer. I feel that in law I can fulfill my desire; it is by becoming one that I can give unto Caesar what is Caesar's and to God what is God's. It is a truism though, that the road ahead is not rosy for a young lawyer, for there's simply too many of them already, so much so that it is even being joked about that if you flick a cigarette out a window, nine chances out of ten, it is going to hit the head of a lawyer. Yes, there may not be much money in it for me, but I am sure that what I will derive from The Filipino Youth and • •. (Continued on page 23) he must be an accurate dreamer and must have the power of see ing things before they exist. But more than the poet, he must also be a doer. With the use of his tech nical knowledge and practical ex perience, he must be able to turn what is imaginary into a tangible object. In addition to the fundamental qualities of an engineer mentioned above, the young engineer must also gradually acquire a natural love for planning, building and ap plying scientific laws so that his capacity for original thought will be sharpened when already in the field. Success in an engineering career, just like in any other pro fession, comes only after years of experience and devotion to a cer tain line of work. Young men who dream of be coming engineers someday do not have to fear they will find Ihemselves in an overcrowded profes sion after graduation. The demand for engineers triples with the multi plication of plants and factories and goes on to an infinite series. Thus even the most thickly populated in dustrial countries of today are in dire need of engineering talent. So long as the industry of the nation is growing, there will always be a place for the Filipino youth who is willing to use the strength of both his body and mind to further his ambitions in the engineering field. # law cannot be measured in terms of money or riches, for human rights and liberties for which law yers are vanguards cannot be bought or bartered away for sil ver or gold. I know for I have had occasion to feel it. Last year, my father was mauled and suffered physical injuries. The man who did it to him was the very same man who had been, do ing it to others, but because''the police force in our town employ the tayo-tayo system, the latter could not be brought before the bar of justice. He was known also for his judo skill, a reason which scared his victims stiff. When I pro secuted him in court, it was there fore much awaited by many town folk. During the day of the trial, (Continued on page 27) Page 26 THE CAROLINIAN ' 11 loments o j cJl> ace As I kneel alone, in deep supplication my heart full of compassion in the silent darkness of the night with my eyes closed tight I pray to you, dear Jesus and whisper. . . grant some moments ot peace. One by one, solemnly, one bead after another in mind the scenes clear A soul breathes, weary, lonely. . . Then, when I reach the cross. . . . my heart in utter anguish reaches out for Thee, desperately, as I remember Thee on Calvary. In mock humility, I grope In anxious faith, I hope for your pity and charity oh, Lord, for my sins, forgive me. Yet, soon, my soul rejoices in thankful concern because in the warmth of Thy affection Thou dost welcome me back in happy reunion. Ah, but it is wonderful to be sad and weary to suffer in every human journey so that in the end and only To Christ, a voice we raise, and pray. . . . grant some moments of peaco. Angela Teves ^he ~l}atn() of the cJancluarv From dawn to twilight dim throughout the hushed Retreating hours of night, with purple tongue It fed the gloom. The vaulted rafters blushed In crimson glow; the leaping shadows sang A silent hymn. From dawn to hushid morn Midst dark cathedral dimness like a lyre Whose music soft on wings of stillness borne Pervades the aisle of twilight, flamed this fire! As watchers of this earthling night, lay prostrate Beneath the cobwebbed vaults of life, unbared In utter nakedness, the hirelings frustrate Of fiery passions, deeds no spirit dares. You tell us: Men, with flaming hearts arise, On light this darkling temple of the skies! He sees the sky the myriad stars of fire. The rolling worlds of dim immensity; He sees the sunrise splashed In bright attire. The flaming sunset flaming down the sea. The songs of day and night, the ceaseless din Of birds and brooks a-gllding from the hill, The breezes' hum, the murmur of the wind Strike his ear and yet his heart is still! Who made them, he durst not, durst not ask, Perhaps 'twere chance, he says within his soul. Perhaps e’en somewhere in the past did bask These changeless things of dubious source and goal; But surges up a cry from sky and sod: The fool says in his heart. There is no God! r„ /Z) Shall I compare thee.....................................to a flower That blossoms sweet now kissed by morning dew, Now touched by lovers in a blissful hour That soars afar beyond the vaulted blue? Shall I compare thy kiss to yonder touch Of sky and sea, so pure and lovely, dear. Or still perhaps to the gleam of loving much That which like diamond flows: a drop of fear? To naught shall I compare thee and thy kiss; A flower fades, the seas do melt away. For me thy love and wondrous touch Is bliss That far surpasses morn and radiant day; Thy love, thy kiss and all this ecstasy To naught else shall I liken but to thee! Demetrio Maglalang MARCH, 1958 Page 2 •slerdav s suing By Renato M. Rances I may now say good-bye for you can see me no more. My shadows you used to see may now be white. And I shall close the door before I’ll leave. I shall close it tightly so that no one, not even Time may open It. — II — And tears do not dedicate my parting. A teardrop Is like a heart. It sobs but Impotent to replenish scintillations seen by mortal eyes. — Ill — Look at the moon with its celestial effulgence... the minute-mlllion stars — their eternal, showy lusters. Then you can see me fresh as a flower............ For remembering Is seeing my life. I'm Yesterday, Gardenia. . . . 'edicahons in QJonnels: by Amable Tuibeo Wily e&de c/afher Your sudden passing I shall ever feel Through all my life to be the heaviest cross; No human fears or medicine can heal This bleeding scar deep In my heart. . . your loss! Forever I’ll weep to think that you are dead. You're all to me, my life, my dreams, my love. In vain I'll sigh, but may those tears I shed Be wafted pray'rs to lift your soul above. Your name shall be my breath whene'er I pray That all your mistakes may be all forgiven, And let God's angels sing their mystic lay To soothe your pain and raise your soul to heav'n. But now... although I have no life but you Farewell, my father dear... my all... adieu! <C» QW.V Awake O Muse! Now breaks the beauteous morn, To drive the dismal phantoms of your fears! Arise! and leave the shades of dreams forlorn, For ended is your exile. . . those nights of tears! Rejoice with me and sweep the silver string. Whose heav'nly music long was mute and fled; For now In triumphs this your bard must sing A mournful anthem to his critics dead. Now fill the cup! while rotting are their forms Beneath the sod where once they scorn'd my song. Now toss the cup! they are gone with all the worms. They are gone. And may Oblivion's tempest strong Scatter fast their bones, and may this verse Upon their graves forever be a Curse! Qtly (ddd) eloved Beloved mine, I love you very much With all the passion of angelic love; Kept in my heart no one shall dare to touch This flame I have enkindl'd from above. Although those smiles, that glory in your face Should fade but I will be forever true; So true Indeed that age can ne'er efface The thoughts I have, the prayers I waft for you. For sure within the sanctuary of my heart Your lovely Image I've enshrin'd forever. Thus days may come, nay, weeks and years may part My love for you shall live. . . to perish never! For there's no fairer bliss that heav'n can give To me than 'neath your smiles and cares to live! (more Poems on pages 31 & 32) Page 28 THE CAROLINIAN by touhdeA. iahcMMa contemplate a flower in bloom, a motion picture or a novel, finished products—processed thoroughly by hands that conceive, stir and ''create.'' by minds—human and divine, the american beauty that was a rosebud for many sunsets, the war picture filmed on location for one year, the best-seller novel written in 20 chapters for two years, like a seed sprouting upward to greet the sun's radiant rays, or like the intricate pattern of lace, each thread was sewed successively into place following the basic design intended for its fulfillment, but the long period of waiting, the trial of having to watch it progress by inches ... or the boredom of having to sit back and await results that are much too slow in coming . . . spices the glow of achievement with the kind of feeling one experiences after a driving grind—sheer exhaustion, too often, one is bowled over by the wonderful tonic of pure liberty that the end of the road comes almost as on anticlimax, like a graduation. most people look forward to gra duation. we don't, because we don't like farewells and just wish there weren't any real good-byes, wishful thinking, four years.... six years of campus life, the student, like a dream, was it only yesterday? good riddance to that re volting old goat... and that unpala table battle-axe of a math warden! believe it or not you never thought the day would come when you would miss her staccato nagging to hand in those "rotten" term papers... or his sweet threat to "stop grinning at me like a Cheshire cat when i ask where you were yesterday or i'll crown you with this nere textbook!*' ahh! dem were the days! and yet a strange sadness dogs the retreating figure ... unsayable ... the stuff of which a colorful student life is made of. you'll carry out a lot of things after graduation and we don't mean the diploma or the reams of ac cumulated term papers, it's your me mories of your campus years, nostalgic, wistful, embarrasing. dreadful, every thing will come back in a rush, vivid and alive just when you'll start to forget. you'll be homesick for a hundred faces, a thousand floating voices and countless scenes and incidents punctuating a four year college stretch that can hardly be called dull, "its good to be able to say: do you remember? and not have it hurt you too much." one day you'll come back to look around but it won't ever be the same again, you'll never be as closely welded nor on as lavishly good terms with your classmates and instructors again, your memories, far more than your diploma is the most priceless legacy your alma mater can bestow on you. you never really say good-bye, do you? what now? that brief question star ing you in the face shouts with all the fury of a frenzied riddle that must have an answer or drive you mad. after graduation, what? take a master's degree, no puede ser if thou knowest that thou art so dumb, take another course, back to the mental inquisition, the torture of cramming for the finals— nah! besides we can't afford it. get married, gad! if i could only land a job ... listening to your general tone of doubts and listlessness... your fear of facing the future ... your keen re grets at not having made the most of your stay in college... and that one paralyzing question of "what am i going to do?" poised like a veritable sword of damocles over your heads destroyed any illusions we had left about gradua tion being the be-all of existence ... small wonder you all graduate without much enthusiasm. you don't know what to do or where to go. the experts analyze your position as "all dressed up but nowhere to go", they rant on your lack of values and sense of personal responsibility, mediocre, technically well-trained ... but as a. t. morales said, we are a bunch of graduates not "sufficiently trained to voice our opinions ... poor in judging charac ter and discriminating values...can not penetrate through sham, noise, propaganda and hypocrisy to the disguised inferiority and evil under neath or to perceive hidden good ness and strength" such a corrod ing picture of our youth but we can't be altogether innocent! still its down right not the over-all picture! the new crop of graduates are very young but they are not stupid, they react to contemporary history — to "vanguards," the indonesian rebel lion and the rising nationalism The Author sweeping all asia. another point is the choice of crowded professions, but what's the point of harping about the same complaint? we join the ranks of the graduates — the side of the unhappy young whose voices never rise above the righteousness of the experts, let's speak for our selves. we take up commerce, law and engineering because it pays more, we know that there are more chances of getting ahead in a business deal than a whole week's research in the library or a day's blah-blahing from a teach er's desk ... materialistic, oh no! we don't give up our dreams but we have to eat first! we resent slurs about possessing "synthetic emotions and be liefs in place of lost inner values" but its a question of pure economics, in tellectual pursuits are okay but not while you're competing witn a million others who have the same idea as we have—keep our job and advance up the rung while keeping off the rest who're interested in filling up our shoes ©a©® the minute we're pitched out. wising up to hard facts of life is hard on the sensitive dreamers who're so sold on the goodness of their fellow-beings they imagine such words as theft, forgery, double deals or nepotism are found only in the newspapers, "the gross ma terialism of those who dream of an extra glass of milk is not adoration of matter but merely a recognition of the practicality of it as a vital prop to the ideal." ... rather than drone about what's wrong with the graduates why don't (Continued on page 30) MARCH, 1958 Page 29 Pharmacy Through the Ages (Continued from page 21) as Roman rather than Greek. His name is a byword in pharmacy as "Galenical Preparations". To him the feminine world is indebted for inventing the indispensable "Ga lenical cold cream." While the whole ol Europe was groping in the dark after the de struction of the Roman empire, the Arabs kept the flame of learning unexstinguished for several centuries in their exotic land, until Europe came into its own, and rekindled the torch that was to light the whole civilized world to the present time. ramblings in lower case (Continued from page 29) they say something encouraging once in a while, we know the gra duates are sick of goody-goody ad vice and "i-told-you-so's". getting i started is bad enough without having ! to endure the miasma of such up- ' rightness, its sheer cruelty! : listening to so many of you gra duating convinces us tnat your fear bordering on near terror ot the un known and its attendant sufferings is very real, but we're surprised at the lack of cheer and bright hopes that surely anyone starting out in life is entitled to. there is much opportunity and still more of hope to go around, it isn't as though we could expect no thing from the future we're so scared i of. I958's "austerity" said nothing about cutting down on such an indis pensable item, so graduate and gra duate at least with dignity! whether you graduate summa cum lousy or summa cum laude, the point is — you graduate and be glad you'll never see a pink "finals" slip ever again! a footnote to graduation: "most graduation speakers are a bad di- j sease . .. inflicting themselves upon ' a group of polite people who are ! tied to their seats to suffer an hour | of slow agony, if the graduation | orator would only . .. say his piece | in 15 minutes then sit down, he | would contribute immensely to the ! cause of higher enducation." (g. ! rivera) ! we'll miss you all. very much, the end of the line for us too. intellectual bankruptcy, mental austerity and just being plain down in the dumps nearly cost us a mental breakdown but why gripe when we've had so much fun too ... we're also graduating into the last period of the last sentence of the last deadline and gooly, such heaven! $ Ilaroun Al Raschid, caliph of Bag dad, made the capital of the Ara bian empire the center of learning by inviting scholars from different parts of the world, to teach in Ara bian universities. At the same time he founded libraries and hospitals. The Arabians were the first to es tablished pharmacies as separate from hospitals, and made remark able progress in both. However, the mystic nature of the Arabian did not exclude superstition from the art of healing, and the practice of wearing amulets containing the ma gic word ABRACADABRA to ward off diseases was originated by the Arabians. But, it was not mystic ism that marked Arabian influence on medicine and pharmacy; it was the high concept of this calling ex pressed by Maimonides in his beau tiful and noble "Oath and Prayer." His high ideals and aspirations are embodied in the ethics of medicine and pharmacy. As the light in the East gradually faded the western powers assumed the leadership by developing all fields of arts and sciences. More scientific truths were discovered, in ventions of all kinds to aid the pro gress in civilization were made, new lands explored, and their products introduced into Europe, among them drugs and medicines. New laws were promulgated to guide and control the various ac tivities of modern man, for instance, the poison laws affecting Pharmacy which were to discourage too ar dent heirs to high and noble posi tions by dispatching the present oc cupants with quick acting substan ces known at that time as the "powder of succession." Pharmacy was now definitely es tablished as a separate profession from medicine and great sirides were made in the pharmaceutical profession, in its organization, legis lation, and education. The Euro pean apothecaries or pharmacists were the first to isolate and extract alkaloids from plants giving stimu lus to the development of plant chemistry. More sciences were add ed to the course to cope with the wide extent of pharmacy. In the new world accent was placed on manufacturing to keep up with the industrial growth of America. Large scale production spurred commercial pharmacy and in the atmosphere of free enterprise and business competition pharma ceutical firms engaged in manufac turing, set up research laboratories to discover and develop better and more effective medicines. So after the discovery of the first antibiotic Penicillin by Alexander Fleming, Parke and Davis Laboratories dis covered Chloromycetin and Lederle Laboratories, the Aureomycin. Never had mankind enjoyed such public service in restoring and maintaining good health, through products prepared after years of testing and research in pharmaceu tical laboratories, and made avail able to all from all walks of life. It is a far cry from the ancient times when the genuine stuff was prescribed for the rich and the imi tation for the poor. The panacea or cure-all which man had been looking for, since the beginning of time to assure him of a life free from pain, might be pos sible in the near future through— Modern Pharmacy. At Last Hilda (Continued from page 10) When I had recited a poem in a program in which my first grade class participated, I ran down the stage towards Hilda who was with her mother among the crowd. With eyes gleaming proudly I I exclaimed, "I did it, Hilda! I did I it!" ; I was disappointed when she an; swered, "No, Noling, you didn't do as the man did." But I know she was right. "Someday," I swore, "I'll really do it!" The next year, I left town to study in the city. I didn't come back for ten long years, but all through its span, I was working hard, learning the rudiments of speech-making, reading one book after another, at tending countless lectures and se minars, hearing all the polished speakers who came to the city. 1 did all this just so that one day I could go to Hilda, my childhood playmate who lived by the sea, and tell her, "I did it, Hilda! I did it!" There were many triumphs and downfalls as I went my way. Yesterday, I came back to my town to speak in a rally. And even as the young man did on the same stage eleven years ago, I gave all that I had, and I moved my crowd to contempt or tears. After the speech, as I descended the stage, I kept saying as if it were a ritual, "I did it, Hilda! I did it... At last, Hilda!" But Hilda did not hear me —for Hilda was already in her grave. Page 30 THE CAROLINIAN Where Dwells the Song of Nature Where the lilacs bloom In the sunlight Where the trees chant with wind Where the seeds begin to sprout There dwells the song et nature. . . Where the wild birds flutter gayly Where the beasts roam for prey Where the Insects chirp at midnight There dwells the song ot nature. . . Where the west wind hums so sweetly Where the brook fondly murmurs Where the bamboo hushly whispers There dwells the song of nature. . . Where the rain tails so gently Where the magic rainbow loops Where the clouds forever sail There dwells the song of nature. . . Where the rivers run down the valley Where its freshness mingles with the sea Where the fishes among the corals linger There dwells the song of nature. . . Where the green hills stand so proudly With the vales below their feet Where the blue lakes smile so coyly There dwells the song of nature. . . Where the bold waves break on the rocky shore Where the icebergs fill the sea Where the thunder roars like giants There dwells the song of nature. . . Where the stars In heaven twinkle Where the moon's soft light shines Where the sun at dawn begins a day There dwells the song of nature. . . In the fields and In the valleys In the mountains and In the hills In the ocean and in the skies There dwells the song of nature. . . by Teodoro Amparo Bay The Teaching Profession • . • (Continued front pane 22) enough to live on, enough with which to study further and grow professionally. And thus being honored and respected, the teach er can only respond by giving the best that is in him. This is all the materialistic side of teaching. It is secondary but certainly not to be ignored. The best reward for teaching, however, can not be measured. We can say here, with the fear of sounding trite, that teaching is re ward enough in itself. It is the best example of giving out of pure love. The teacher can feel smug and com placent in the thought of having helped others; of having accom plished the duty that his creator has given him, namely: to teach chil dren for the kingdom of heaven. Glamorous as the privileges of this profession are, the way is not all "butter." As a student, one has to do much reading, studying, home work, work on projects, term papers and other such activities that go with the training. In spite of ail these, it is said of us that we are still not doing enough. A teacher doesn't stop studying with graduation and say with a sigh: "At last I'm through. No more studying, no more reading and no more work. I can relax and catch, up on the enjoyment 1 missed." No he can't. His work has just begun. He has to study the lessons he is going to teach, he must think of ways of capturing his pupils' inter est and holding it, he has to do more reading to be abreast with the current trends of education. He must read and study like he never did before as a student. It is not all grind; there are the amusing little incidents with the pupils; the respect of the peopie in the community and the trust they will give the teacher because he is such and therefore knows more than the barrio lieutenant. The fiesta can not go on without "ma'am". They won't undertake any new social ac tivities if the "maestro" does not say that it is worthwhile. He might even become a judge. There are many kinds of teachers; the priests^ sisters, laymen and lib rarians. A librarian is a person in charge of the administration of a library. She carries out the teach ing function of the library, the heart of the school. She is the pivotal factor around which the school and the library rotates. She is as indespensable to the library as the library is to the school. A librarian has to have natural qualifications. She must like both books and peo ple. Her work is to bring people to books and books to people. These are in addition to her profes sional qualifications which are more rigid and formal. All of them the priest, sisters, lay men and librarian are in the teach ing profession because they are im bued with the urge to give what they have for the sake of Christ. Their's is a missionary work. jf MARCH, 1958 Page 31 MEDICINE AND THE STUDENT (Continued from page 15) fied for a medical career? From this question follows the inevitable stress on the value of pre-medical education and training and its im portance to our future career. In pre-medicine (Lib. Arts) we are provided with a broad cultural background with the idea that the best preparation for any future job is a liberal education. It is at this stage that we should begin to look into ourselves and try to evaluate personally our assets, inclinations and convictions. Self-cultivated and inborn traits such as "integrity, sterling character, sound health, fine motivation, broad liberal and balanced education, fitness for con tinued intellectual growth, capacity for hard work, the gift of leader ship, adaptability, tolerance, social consciousness, a lively sense of va lues"—these are the qualities of an ideal candidate for professional training. (Preparation for Medical Education in the Liberal Arts Col lege, by Severinghaus and Car man). Dra. Natividad Corrales Toboada, M.D., Lady Physician of the Univ ersity of San Carlos says: "I don't claim to be an authority on all I talk about. But to the best of my knowledge, these are what you need: a. Conscientiousness — an influ encing, governing or conforming factor for extra diligence in your studies and the willingness to exert efforts in research for more medical facts outside the prescribed course. b. Health—an outstanding factor that should be a first concern. Otherwise you are the one who Republic ol the Philippines Department ol Public Works and Communications BUREAU OF POSTS SWORN STATEMENT (Required by Act 2580) The undersigned, ADELINO B. SITOY, editor ol THE CAROLINIAN, published six (6) times a year in English and Spanish, at P. del Rosario Street, Cebu City, alter having been duly sworn in accordance with law, hereby submits the following statement ol ownership, manage ment, circulation, etc., which is required by Act 2580, as amended by Commonwealth Act No. 201: Subscribed and sworn to before me this 20th day ol November. 1957 at Cebu City, the alliant exhibiting his Residence Certilicate No. A-1472010 issued at Cebu City on November Doc. No. 574 Page No. 124 Book No. XI Series ot 1957. needs a doctor. In my first year we were more than 400 medical students. Unfortunately, many drop ped out because of failing health. c. Sufficient intelligence—I don't claim to be a genius; but one has to possess enough mental strength and maturity to grasp the various complicated scientific terms and their meanings. Your mind must not be static. The whole course is an unending search for truth. d. Interest—Your interest in your study is a half guarantee for your practice. Interest, be it personal or social, must be all-pervading. Knowledge learned without interest is no knowledge at all. "Practice without knowledge is a crime." Dr. Fernando Santos, M.D., of the Cebu General Hospital says: "In your medical course, you meet the following pitfalls: a. Poor health — failing health hinders your study. You either quit or go crazy. b. Lack of intelligence—by intel ligence we mean good cultivation of the ability to reason. Since med icine is an ever-changing and advancing science, one's reason is needed to bridge former experien ces to the present ones and to un derstand and predict the results. c. Mental Immaturity—mere men tal attraction for a glamorous ca reer eventually disqualifies the stu dent who cannot stomach the sight of a corpse. d. Spoon-fed Education — this happens usually during the pre medical years when instructors just pour on facts, volumes of facts while students fail to grasp the 5.300 200 TOTAL .......... 5.500 (Sgd.) ADELINO B. SITOY Editor-in-Chiet (Sgd.) FULVIO C. PELAEZ Notary Public Until December 31, 1957 <S unrise The golden tongue of the morning sun Tangent to the grim eastern horlxon Gleams triumphant with encrlmsoned light And goes on shining ... It comes to me from the rim of a rooftop Sprouting like a seed pushing Its golden arms upward... It seems to bring yesterday's memory The sublime paradox of unforgotten dreams .... The panicked tangle of reddlshs rays Now fade on the horlion westward, Gleaming still to the bitter end But tomorrow they will shine again ... Jorge R. Manligas, Jr. subject matter. Medicine is a never-ending edu cation, just like all the other pro fessions, which every year revises outmoded systems and discovers new frontiers in the fight against death and diseases. The medical student, the physician, the labora tory researcher — everyone in the field of medicine remains a student all his life. Perfection not only of techniques and skills but the search for new methods and means of al leviating the ills of mankind re quires more than the lifetime job of any student. Medicine is a fight for the future." # Page 32 THE CAROLINIAN TEODORO A. BAY. PATNUGOT Kolayaan—Wika • "Kalayaan, kalayaan," iyan ang dakilang sigaw na dumagundong sa lahat ng panig ng kapuluang Pilipinas nang tayo'y nagagapos pa ng fanikalang bakal ng pagkaalipin. At nangvari, na sa pamamagitan ng walang puknat na pagbububo ng dugo at walang takot na paghahandog ng buhay, ay nakamit natin ang marangal na mithiing yaon. Malaya na tayo, tulad ng ibong lumilipad sa papawirin, hilom na ang sugat ng ating mga pusong dinusta ng mga dayuhan, may isang pamahalaan, isang watawat, isang wika, at may sariling paninindigan na tayo ngayon sa daigdig na ito. Tayo'y may isang wikang pambansa, nguni't isang wikang Hindi pa ganap na napapatampok sa puso ng lahat, alipin pa rin ito ng isang wikang ban yaga na ngayo'y siya pang naghahari sa damdamin ng marami. Hindi nararapat mangyari ito sa habang panahon, pagkat kung magkakaganya'y kukutyain tayo ng sandaigdigan—isang bansang naturang maibicjin sa kalayaan, nguni't ni sariling wikay di makunang pagyamanin! Kaya magsikilos tayo, imulat natin ang ating mga mata sa katutuhanang ang isang wika'y daluyan ng pagkakaunawaan, kapatiran, at pagkakaisa ng isang bansang malaya, tulad ng Pilipinas. Sa pamamagitan ng ating masigasig na pagtutulong-tulong ay sisikat din yaong araw na ang wikang ito'y mapapatangi sa puso ng sangkapilipinuhan. Kaya, mga kapatid sa pamantasang ito, kayong mga nagmahal ng wika, Halina Icayo't taluntunin natin ang mga yapak ni Balagtas, ilantad ninyo ang inyong mga kakayahan sa pagkatha sa wikang sarili, mag-abuloy kayo ng mga kathain sa lahat ng sangay ng panitikan upang malimbag anq inyong mga ngalan sa pitak na ito bilang mga masusugid na kawal ng wika. Pasasalamat At Pagbati • Taos-pusong pasasalamat ang ipinararating sa mga namamahala ng pa mantasang ito sa kanilang pagbibigaypahintulot na maglathala ng Wikang Pilipino dito sa C. Ang bagay na ito'y malcapagbibigay-kabutihan hindi lamang sa mga nagdaaalubhasa sa larangan ng Eagtuturo kundi sa lahat ng mag-aaral, ilong-lalo na sa mga mapagmahal sa wikang ito. Labis na pasasalamat rin ang pinararating kay Kagalang-galang na Padre John Vogelgesang sa pagkakaloob niya ng dalawang pahinang mapaglilimbagan ng ating mga kathain. Bumabati rin ang pitak na ito kay Ginoong Manuel Valenzuela sa pagkatupad ng kanyang mungkahing malathala ang wikang pambansa dito sa C. BIRONG NAGING KATOTOHANAN (Isang Talaarawan) nl JULIETA ONGTAUCO Ika 1 ng Hulyo, 1952 Mahal kong Talaarawan, Naku, talagang nakaiinis. Kumukulong talaga ang dugo ko kapag nakikita ko ang pasikaterong iyon. Sus! Akala mo kung sino. Akalain mo, bago pa lamang kaming nagkakakilala ay kung anu-ano na ang sinasabi. Talaga palang ang mga Tagalog ay pulos na bohemyo. At nakakatawa kung minsan, pilit ba namang magbibisaya ay talaga namang hindi marunong. Aba! lahat ng salita’y paluko-luko, kaya nga nasabi ko pati sa kanya na marunong ako ng Tagalog. Sayang naman ang pagmemedyor ko sa Tagalog kung hindi ko magagamit ang aking natutuhan. Ika 4 ng Hulyo, 1952 Mahal kong Talaarawan, Wala kaming klase ngayon. Na nood kami ng parada. Akalain mo ba namang magkita kami ng hambug na iyon! ay naku, talagang nakakasuya. Ito’y atin-atin lamang, hane. Nguni’t huwag ka’t magandang lalaki, at lubhang kaakit-akit kung ngumiti... ahay! At ang mga mata, naku! matang-mata ni Rock Hudson. Ang buhok ay kulot na tulad ng buhok ni Sa) Mineo at may tinig na paris ng kay Pat Boone. Suya naman, parating nakaloweyst, nguni’t bagay naman. A...talagang inis ako sa kanya. Ika 11 ng Hulyo, 1952 Mahal kong Talaarawan, Dinalaw ako ni Cris at ipinagtapat niya ang kanyang kuwan sa akin. Alam Maganda at kapuri-puri ang diwa ng kanyang panukala, nagpapakilala ng kan yang pagmamahal at pagkabahala sa ikalalaganap ng ating wika. Binabati rin ang lahat ng nag-aabuloy ng mga kathain na ngayo'y nalilimbag sa pitak na ito. Magpatuloy sana sila sa ka nilang magagandang halimbawa upang umalingawngaw sa buong sambayanang Pilipino na ang ating pamantasan ay isa sa mga masisigasig na tagapagpalaganap ng WIKANG PILIPINO. :i:<i na. Hindi ako nakapagsalita, c, sasabihin ko sanang sinungaling siya nguni’t nakapagpigil pa rin ako. Lingid sa kanyang pagkaalam ay natuklasan kong hindi tunay ang kanyang pagibig sa akin sa pamamagitan ni Ding na aking pinsan at kanyang matalik na kaibigan. At saka alam mo, galit na galit si Papa at si Mama kay Cris, pagkat palikcro daw. Avwan ko nga ba. Ika 20 ng Hulyo, 1952 Mahal kong Talaarawan, Naku! tinukso ako ng aking mga kaibigan. Baka raw ako mahulog sa palikerong iyon. Hindi naman ako sumuko, bagkus pa nga akong lumaban ng biruan. Baka akala nila’y maloloko ako ni Cris. Ay... hindi po. Ika 1 ng Agosto, 1952 Mahal kong Talaarawan, Patuloy pa rin sa paghibik si Cris, at minsan nga’y muntik na akong maawa, e. Akalain mo, parang namalikmata ako nang minsang magkita kami samantalang nanonood ako ng “Mag nificent Obsession”. Akala ko’y si Rock Hudson na e, mabuti na lamang at napakurap ako. Inirapan ko nga a, nang makita kong tumititig... Ika 7 ng Nobyembrc, 1952 Mahal kong Talaarawan, Hindi ko pa sinasagot si Cris, ngu ni’t naninibago ako sa kanya. Tila laging nag-iisip at parating nakatitig sa akin. Pagkaalis niya ay nagsalamin nga tuloy ako. Hindi naman nag-iiba ang aking mukha. Baka ‘ika ko’y nagkakamali lamang siya ng tingin sa akin at akala niya’y si Elizabeth Taylor ang kanyang nakaharap. Subali’t sadya yatang nag-iiba siya ngayon, baka kaya... a aywan ko lang. Ika 5 ng Disyembre, 1952 Maha) kong Talaarawan, Hindi ako makatulog, inahal kong Talaarawan, kaya minarapat kong ipaalam sa iyo ang bumabagabag sa akin. Hindi ko maatim na pahirapan pa si Cris... sapagkat siya’y natutuhan ko nang mahalin. Ang pagkasuya ko pala’y dahil sa siya’y minamahal ko. Datapwa’t sa kabila ng aking pagkaawa sa kanya ay nagtutumining sa aking kalooban na baka nga pagkukunwari la(nasa p. 34 any karuytong) MARCH, 1958 Page 33 mang ang kanyang pag-ibig. Aywan ko, subali’t hindi ko lubos na maunawaan ang kanyang mga ikinikilos nitong mga nagdaang araw. Ika 15 ng Disyembre, 1952 Mahal kong Talaarawan, Napansin ni Mama ang aking pangayayat kaya, pilit niyang inusisa ang dahilan. Nguni’t masasabi ko bang si Cris ang sanhi ng aking kalungkutan? Galit sila sa kanya, ano kaya ang ga gawin ko. Ika 24 ng Disyembre, 1952 Mahal kong Talaarawan, Bisperas ng pasko. Si Cris ay dumalaw at ipinagtapat niyang ako la mang ang babaing kanyang iniibig. Noong una raw ipinaris niya ako sa isang laruan upang maging tagaaliw lamang niya, nguni’t sa mga araw na nagdaan ay napagkilala niyang ako nga pala ang tunay niyang iniibig. Napaiyak ako sa matinding kaligayahan. Ito na ang pinakamaligayang araw sa aking buhay. Ika 20 ng Enero, 1953 Mahal kong Talaarawan, Maligaya na sana ang aming pagiibigan at hinihintay na lamang namin ang aming pagtatapos nguni’t ang maaliwalas naming langit ay nalambungan ng kalungkutan. Hayagang ipinakita ni Papa at ni Mama ang kanilang pagtanggi kay Cris. Nagsawalang kibo na lamang ako, nguni’t iyon ang naging sanhi ng aking kalungkutan. Ika 24 ng Enero, 1953 Mahal kong Talaarawan, Nabalitaan ko kay Ding na galit na galit daw ang mga magulang ni Cris nang matuklasan ang aming pag-iibigan. Alam ko, na sa una pa lamang, na may napupusuan silang dalaga upang ma ging asawa ni Cris datapwa’t sa kalakihan ng aking pag-ibig ay nakalimutan ko na ang lahat. Alam ko sapagkat nadarama ng aking puso na akong talaga ang minamahal ni Cris. Ika 28 ng Marso, 1953 Mahal kong Talaarawan, Magdamag akong nag-iiyak pagkat matagal nang hindi dumadalaw si Cris. Ano kaya ang nangyayari sa kanya? Baka kaya nakalimot na siya! 0 mahal kong Talaarawan, tulungan mo ako. Hindi ko maaatim na mabigo ang aking pag-ibig. Ika 30 ng Marso, 1953 Mahal kong Talaarawan, Tumanggap ako ng liham kay Cris. Sa kanyang liham ay nadama kong may bumabagabag sa kanya. Tinipan niya ako sa dati naming tagpuan. Alam kong may mahalaga siyang sasabihin kaya ang araw ng aming tipanan ang siyang laging laman ng aking isipan. Halos hilahin ko na ang mga araw upang sumapit na ang takda ng aming pagkikita. KALIKASAN ni Isabki. Loy Hunyhig kalikasan, tila ka inane/ diyostt Net hinahangaan, sinasamba -ng betlana Tananej mga pintor, makatang laltat na Sei ’yo’y umiirog at nahtthalina. Pamukaw-sigla kei ng pusong may Itirap Alindog mo'y dalityan ng gintong pan get rap. Simoy ng amilia’y nagbibigay Innas Sa pusong lugami't set ligaya’y salat. Ang elaloy ng tubig set mga batisan Ang patak ng ulan, silahis ng araw Ang awit ng ibon, letwistois-kawayan Petwang mahiwaga, di matarok ng isipan. Ano pa’t kung ikaw’y mawawala sa paningin Ligayei niyaring dibelib, mawawala net rin Pagkat ang rikit mo’t alindog na angkin Ay awitin ng puso kong set pagsinta'y Ika 2 ng Abril, 1953 Mahal kong Talaarawan, Nauna akong dumating sa aming pook-tagpuan. Ang malamig na simoy ng hangin at ang magagandang tanawin ay muling nagpagunita sa akin ng aming makulay na kahapon. Ang mga sumpa niya, ang maalab niyang pagibig sa akin, at ang matamis naming pagsusunuran ay minsan pang nanariwa sa aking guni-guni. Nang duma ting si Cris ay matagal na namagitan sa amin ang katahimikan. Sa hapis niyang mukha’y nababakas ang paghihirap ng kanyang kalooban. Ipinag tapat niya sa aking itinakwil siya ng kanyang mga magulang sapagkat tumanggi siyang pakasal sa babaing na pupusuan nila. Napahagulhol ako ng iyak pagkat nalalaman kong ako ang tanging dahilan ng lahat ng iyon. At palibhasa’y kapwa tapat kami sa aming pagmamahalan ay napakasal kami, matapos naming sumangguni sa isang pa ring kaibigan namin. Ika 5 ng Abril, 1953 Mahal kong Talaarawan, Pumunta kami kina Papa at Mama upang humingi ng tawad subali’t kami’y kanilang ipinagtabuyan. Halos pagtakluban ako ng langit at lupa sa tindi ng pagdaramdam. Ang tanging nakaaaliw sa akin ay ang katotohanang ako’y mahal ni Cris at siya naman ay mahal ko rin. Ika 24 ng Disyembre, 1953 Mahal kong Talaarawan, Anibersaryo ng aming pagkakaunawaan. Naghanda ako ng aming pagsasaluhan. Maligayang-maligaya kami ni Cris sapagkat naglalaro sa aming alaala ang gunitang sa susunod na pasko’y tatlo na kami. Nagulat kami ng biglang dumating si Mama. Panabay kaming lumuhod at kami’y kanyang binasbasan. Maya-maya’y dumating din si I nay (ina ni Cris) at sila ni Mama ay nagkaunawaan. Naidalangin kong magpatawad na rin sana sa amin ang aming mga ama. Ika 2 ng Hunyo, 1954 Mahal kong Talaarawan, Sumilang si Cristina, isang sanggol na malusog at napakaganda! Alam mo, kamukhang-kamukha ko raw siya bagamat ang mata ay kuha kay Cris. Ma ligayang-maligaya si Cris at lagi akong linibirong maganda raw ang ina kaya maganda rin ang anak. Ang pagdalaw ni Mama at ni Inay ay lalong napadalas. Si Cristina ay naging bulaklak ng aming masayang tahanan. Ika 4 ng Oktubre, 1954 Mahal kong Talaarawan, Alam mo ba mahal kong Talaarawan, na inuusisa ni Papa kay Mama kung talagang malusog, malikot at maganda si Cristina? Alam pala ni Papa na si Mama ay madalas sa amin nguni’t hin di lamang niya ipinahahalata. Tila nasasabik si Papa sa kanyang apo. Nang malaman ito ni Cris ay gayon na la mang ang kanyang katuwaan. Sana’y huwag kaming mabigo sa aming inaasahang kapatawaran. Ika 24 ng Disyembre, 1954 Mahal kong Talaarawan, Pitong buwan na si Cristina at siya’y malikot na. Lalong sumasaya ang aming pagsasama. Dumating si Mama at ipinakiusap na dadalhin niya si Baby sa may tindahan, ngunit hanggang sa su mapit ang gabi’y hindi sila dumating. Ang Inay ay nabalisa rin kaya umuwi upang ipagbigay alam kay Itay ang nangyari. Nakaabot kami kina Mama sa paghahanap. Nagaatubili pa sana kami sa pagpanhik nguni’t nakita namin ang Mama na nakangiti at hinudyatan kaming pumasok. At alam mo mahal kong Talaarawan ang aming nakita? — ang inaglolo ay naglalaro at naku!! tigas ng tawa ni Baby. Lumuhod kami at hindi naitanggi ni Papa ang kanyang kamay. Ika 25 ng Disyembre, 1954 Mahal kong Talaarawan, Pasko, at anong sayang pasko! Sa bahay nina Papa at Mama kami natulog. Sinadya palang dalhin ni Mama ang bata sa Papa upang kami’y magkaroon ng pagkakataong makahingi ng tafrad. At ang pinakamahalagang bagay ay ito: Dumating si Itay at Inay at sinisi pa kami sa aming kapabayaan. Pinatawad kami at ang dalawang matandang lalaki ay nag-agawan pa kay Cristina. Sa araw na ito’y nag-umapaw sa aming mga puso ang di masukat na kaligaya han. Siyanga pala, bago ako makalimot, “maligayang pasko sa iyo mahal kong Talaarawan”. — W A K A S — Page 34 THE CAROLINIAN INGRID, AKING KAPATID ni Lilian Sun Kita ay minahal mula ng paslit ka, Ang kapilyahan mo’y hindi alintana, Sa gabi’t araw ka’y laging alaala Yaring aking pusong uhaw sa pagsinta. Laging pangarap ko ang iyong larawan, Hindi mawawaglit magpakailan pa man, Mukhamong maamo, tanging kagandahan Babaunin sa gunita, hanggang sa libingan. Noong wala ka pa sa aming paningin, Buong paligid ay para bang madilim; Dating mga pook na walang halaga Ngayon ay nalipos ng karikta’t ganda. Kung ikaw'y maysakit ako'y nalulungkot, Magdamag na ako’y hindi makatulog; Sa mahal na birhe'y idinarasal ko, Pawiin na sana ang paghihirap mo. Inilalantad ko nang iyong mabatid, Laman yaring puso bunso kong kapatid, Laging nagniningning ang buong paligid, Kung kapiling kita, O mahal kong INGRID. HULING PAHIMAKAS Ni T’Verlo Sinta, bago ako tuluyang sa daigdig pumanaw, Ipangako munang ikaw’y di lilimot magpakailan man, Tanang mga sumpa’y pag-ingatang di ma param. .. Hanggang sapitin mo ang labi ng iyong mapanglaw na hukay.. . Doon sa paraiso, sa kabilang buhay, Kita’y hihintayin sa gabi at araw, Sa lamyos ng tugtugih at mga awitan Gugunitain ka, O kasuyong mahal. .. Ngayon sinta'y pawiin na, patak ng ’yong mga luha, At idalanging mataimtim, kaluluwa kong aba, Hanggang libing ay sikaping di maparam sa gunita, Ang ating pag-ibig, mga habilin ko... at iniwang mga,sumpa... MY MOST UNIQUE LAWYER-FRIEND by Danilo M. Gonzales MY MOST unique friend is a lawyer. He passed the bar examination just recently. His grade was good. This lawyer-friend ol mine is emaciated but strong. His height is average for a Filipino. He likes to grow his hair long. He frequently sports a short-sleeved shirt paired with white pants. He is all smiles when he meets his friends—close friends especially. His personal appearance does not make him, though. It is his behav ior. To watch him act is to mistake him for what he really is. It is to disbelieve his age and profession. As a lawyer he is supposed to act the way his profession demands. He is expected to be mature and re sponsible. He is supposed to do things which are typical among lawyers. But he does not. This full-fledged lawyer-friend of mine still plays with rubber bands! And he does not play anywhere else but in the middle of the street. Among small kids, to make it worse! This is unbelievable but true. Yet, that is not all. He also plays marbles like a small boy, amidst the dirt and dust. Also in the mid dle of the street. Lucky that he lives The Law Career many people came to see the pro ceedings. The delense was handled by another law student. 1 won the case. And when the decision was read, a certain smile Hashed on the face of my father—a smile which spoke what words would have failed. I knew he was hap py to have a son who had decided to become a lawyer. And I vzould like to believe that there will be many other such smiles. As Tho mas Jefferson has said, "The glow of one warm thought is worth more to me than money." Clarence Darrow, one of the great if not the greatest trial lawyers, America has ever produced, is said to have given up his position as counsel for a big railroad corpora tion which netted him twenty thou sand dollars a year in order to de in a less populated district. Only a few people see him do this. He has a toy pistol too. He plays with it like one of those western cowboys. No wonder, he is fast in drawing his toy pistol from the holster. Of course, he has been doing this since he was a child. But he still has the hobby of those days. Among the serious games he en gages in are chess and pingpong. He is a good chess-player. And he is tops in table-tennis too. His ne phew, whom he tutored well, won the championship in a table-tennis tournament, Juniors Division. This unique lawyer is far from being emotional. To him the oppo site sex is nothing to look after. Not that he does not go out with wom en. He does. But just for the heck of it. Nothing more. To him love is never an affair to remember. "Why fall in love ear ly?" he is fond of asking. Until now this lawyer is slaying at home and not making use of his profession. He does not practice. His reason: he likes to have peace of mind. When will he stop his childish ness? That is the $64 question. Meanwhile, this lawyer-friend ol mine remains most unique. # (Continued from page 26) fend three common laborers of said corporation against them whom an injunction was issued through the machination of the corporation. When the president of the corpora tion told Darrow that he was throw ing away the chance of becoming a governor of Illinois, or of becom ing a senator, or a cabinet mem ber, and that these men could not even pay him, Darrow retorted: "I guess those are not the things I'm asking for. 1 believe in the right of people to better themselves, and I am going to throw in my ten cents' vzorth to help them." I do not possess the ability of Darrow and I may not be able to come up to his stature as a law yer—but a man can dream. Can't he? And besides, I can always try. J MARCH, 1958 Page 35 ................section V ASTELLANA • AMABLE TUIBEO, editor • editorial BREVES COMENTARIOS DEL EDITOR Estc ano al terminal- el seinestre saldran de las umbrales de la Univeisidad muchos graduados en diferentes cursos. A nosotros, que estamos todavia trabajando para terminal- nuestros estudios causara este exodo, nostalgia y envidia. Nostalgia, porque hay siempre verdad en lo que dicen los poetas: “toda separacion es amarga.” Envidia, porque ellos han alcanzado o han llegado ya a la meta de sus estudios escolarcs. Pero no por eso debemos desmayar, al contrario esta salida de los demas debtinspirarnos mas y mas en nuestros trabajos. De ellos y de su graduacion de bemos aprender la leccion de que solamente trabajando mucho sc llega a la meta. UN “RECUERDO” DURANTE “ST. VALENTINE DAY’' Por BIENVENIDO OI’LANES Los corazones, frcscas flores, amigas y amigos — esas son muy importantes cuando el dia de San Valentin viene. Durante esta dia casi cada uno empieri a pensar en su especial amiga y generalmente le da una bonita tarjeta como un simbolo de su sincera, intima y pu-a amistad. Este es tambien el tiempo para las reuniones y fiestas de los enamorades con animados bailes. Y cada rincon del mundo durante esta fecha esta saturado de romances de amor. Sin embargo, cada uno tiene su propio modo de celebrar este gran dia del ano. Los jovenes que no pueden celebrar “Valentine’s Day” con pompa y fama como algunos hacen, pasan esta noche en un parque con sus amigas. Alli bajo la sombra de un arbol iluminado solamcnte por la luz de la luna los dos con el murmullo de la nocturna brisa renuevan sus votos de amor. Para los dos aquel momento es el mas feliz de su vida pero, esa felicidad sera duradera?... .solo Dios lo sate—quiza esc momento sea la causa de futures pcsares. Voy a sugerir un modo mas Cris tiano de celebrar ese dia. Por la mahanita temprano, oil- misa pidiendo a la Virgen que proteja y bendiga nucstros amores si acaso los tenemos, con * Adios Amigos Lectores! i Por fin ha llegado ya el tiempo de despedirme por medio de esta columna de mis amigos lectores. La razon es que el cansancio tanto mental como corporal me obliga a descansar por algun tiempo. Son tantas mis actividades ya fuera, ya dentro de la close, que mi cuerpo clama! piedad! Por eso, cual buen soldado, que, despues de haber luchado en la guerra pone su espada en la vaina para volver a la patria; o cual buen trabajador que, despues de haber sembrado la semiUa en el campo, busca la dulce sombra del hogar, asi yo, despues de haber editado esta section castellana por dos anos, me veo obligado a dejar mi pluma, con el fin de descansar en paz y silencio. Pero antes de decir... adios... quisiera hacer constar como dulce iccuerdo, que el escribir para esta pdgina ha sido siempre para mi, un honor y un gran placer, ya que por esta columna he pedido con tribute en algo al apostolado de la prensa, y dar a conocer a otros mis observaciones personales sobre los estudiantes y sobre algunos miembros de la Facultad. Algunos me han criticado por excesiva retorica en los giros al escribir, otros me han recomendado y alabado por la religiosidad de mis articulos, y pensando que siempre he procurado infundir ideas religiosas en mis escritos, y que he encomiado siempre la administration del Muy Rev. Padre Rector, a quien tanto debo, dejo me puesto como redactor de esta section castellana, con gratitud para los que me dieron el cargo, y con una sonrisa para todos los lectores del “Carolinian”. Al partir ruego a mis sucesores que mantengan el prestigio de . esta section castellana. Pues no cabe duda que dicha section ha vi\ vid.o en su largo, existencia con honor y prestigio ante las demas reI vistas y periodicos escolares, y por lo tanto espero que mis sucesores i la hagan subir a la cumbre de la perfection. Antes de dejar mi puesto como editor me permito la libertad de hacer constar que son muy pocos los estudiantes que se preocupan de escribir para esta section. De hecho me entristece decir que mis inritaciones y ruegos pidiendo articulos para esta section fueron por decirlo asi en vano. No se a que se debe esa cobardia e indiferencia de muchos. Quiza el remedio yace en las manos de los instructores \ y prof esores, yo creo que si ellos animan a los estudiantes. estos venceran su timidez y la section castellana, llegara a set una de las mejores de nuestro “Carolinian”. Adios pues, amigos lectores, gracias tanto por sus criticas como por sus alabanzas porque muy bien sabe este pobre amigo, que la rida del escritor esta llena de contradiction. el fin de que no sea la celebracidn de ese dia causa de sourojo y pasar. Diviertanse pero tai como debe divertirse la joventud Catolica, en un ambiente alegre pero pure. Y para lograr esto nada mejor que comenzar el dia oyendo misa y comulgando en honor de San Valentin. Aunque siempre parecen estas sugestiones buenas para las jovenes. No deben olvidar los caballerox quo tambien ellos deben portarse como tales, y bailar, reir y disfrutar dentro de los limites de la discrecion y respeto a la que en ese dia, se permiten considcrar como la duena de corazones. } Page 36 THE CAROLINIAN * * * * A butterfly learned from his Mother to touch not more than one flower. But when he grew, envious of his brother, he flew from one to another. Suddenly he recalled the lesson he knew while still He proved his words with the answer: "I do!" before God a cocoon. For there were tears that knew no season; and those were tears he caused to flow soon. and His leader. So, he went to one flower: "Believe me, I'll breathe my last here!" Many a mumble called him silly; scores asked him why so early? Why content to one and only when flowers abound a-plenty? 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