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Issue Date: Volume XXII (Issue No. 3) November-December 1958
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extracted text: VOLUME XXII NUMBER 3 NOVEMBER-DECEMBER ISSUE 1958 / ^CAROLINIAN The CAROLINIAN SIXTO LL. ABAO. JR. Editor MANUEL S. GO BEN CABANATAN JUNNE CAAIZARES Senior Editors AMABLE TUIBEO RODOLFO JUSTINIANI ALBERTO RILE TEODORO BAY Associates GERARDO LIPARDO, JR. EPIMACO DENSING, JR. FILEMON FERNANDEZ Staff Writers AMORSOLO MANLIGAS Artist ADELINO B. SITOY ERASMO M. DIOLA VICENTE G. BALBUENA Contributing Editors ATTY. TOMAS ECHIVARRE Adviser REV. JOHN VOGELGESANG, SVD Moderator Editorials...................................................... The Spanish Language As An Instrument of Filipino Nationalism —Hon. M. Citcnco CHRIST: A Lesson In Politics — A. Sitoy CHRIST: The Hope of Man’s World — A. Tnibeo Truth and Egoism .............. P. Dolores St. Charles Borromeo . Atty. Echivarre Good Morning, Father! .... Bro. Yam Cebu Boys Town Benefactor — B. Cabanatan In This Our Life (Short Story) — J. Caiiizares 10-11 A Tale of Two Christmases (Short Story) ........ G. Lipardo, Jr. 12-13 Thoughts on Christmas . F. Fernandez 14 A Study In Contrast ................... Leod 14 R O T C Reports..................................... K; Why—The Sighs & Swoons .. A. Rile 17 X’mas Vacation and How To Spend It — E. Densiny, Jr. 18 Meet — Fr. E. Vestraelen, S.V.D.............. 18 Inserts .......................................................... 19-22 Poetry................................................ 23-20 Neighbors O’ Mine.......... E. de Paula 28 A Matter of Names........ J. Caiiizares 29 It’s Hard to Remember Names —Ben Modina Jr. 29 R. Justiniani 30-31 . . . Bro. Yam 32 J (Ehriatmas JMessagp: These lines are being written a month ahead of time. When you hold them in your hands the approaching feast of Christmas will be uppermost in your mind. You will be leaving behind the halls of the university and going home to celebrate Christmas with your family. Christmas has always been an affair of the home. It centers around a home, the poor home of the Holy Family at Bethlehem. The Son of God came doivn from the splend our of His heavenly home to enter into the lowly home al Bethlehem and later at Nazareth. His coming into a human family and home sanctified all homes and families. God’s Son, a member of a family, the Child in the home! Children learn from Him the example of love, respect, and obedience. Parents thinlc of their oivn children as a gift from heaven which, the Fathei- in heaven has entrusted to them. Every family is enriched, blessed and ennobled. Christmas is truly a day of the family. Let it be so once more during this Christmas, my dear students. There is no more beautiful way of spending Christmas than at home with one’s family, with parents, brothers, and sisters. Do your part to make it again a harmonious family feast. Be a more devoted and res pectful son and daughter and a more loving brother and sister. The Christ-Child was the center of the Holy Family. Let Him be the center of your family. All the joy and happiness of Christmas come from this Child who was born into the world. My dear students, and dear parents of our students, 1 extend to all of you my sincerest wishes for a “MERRY CHRISTMAS” and for God’s richest blessings for your own home and family. (SGD.) JCousting, S.V.^. RECTOR 24 7-8 8 Sports ....................... Book Reviews........ From Our Readers ................................. Woman: The Human Question Mark —F. Quijano Musings at Christmas Time . . Fr. John Wikanr; Filipino ....................................... Section Casteliana..................................... The Moderator Says........ Inside Back It had taken us much effort to prepare this issue. The enrollment season had put us in such a tight spot that we ihought we could never hit the punishing deadmark. The deadlines were piling fast one after another and so we had to work raw on our nerves amidst the riot of mosquitoes in the Office where we are temporarily cubbyholed. There were several times when we went home at cockcrow. The ordeal of putting up this Christmas issue was indeed tougher than we thought, but fortunately we made it. And so here we are with this 40-page magazine WISHING YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR. (1 /trishitas and die )C odd When the English Philosopher Bertrand Russell said that the maxim today is not Give Me Liberty or Give Me Death, but Give Me Liberty and Give Them Death, he was not talking nonsense; in effect, his words sounded a WARNING to the world. For today mankind faces its most crucial moment of survival as two forces diametrically opposed to each other are poised to destroy the world. Communism, obsessed with its century-old ambition to subjugate the human race, not contented with merely con trolling a section of humanity which it has long oppressed, has waged a step-by-step conquest which may ultimately lead to a global disaster; for, certainly, the Institution of Democracy cannot continue to lie supinely on its back while Communism has steadily advanced to devour, so to say, the whole world. Retaliation, as it has been said, might prove (Continued on page 27) ★ ★ s * RETURN • Men, restless searchers and builders, have gone a long way in the 1,958 years since the birth of Christ. They have learned to project their voices across continents, to contract time and distance, to travel undersea and in the air; in short, to do so many things that would have exceeded the wildest expectations of the wildest dreamers in Christ's time. But the progress of men has not always been along advantageous frontiers, and today, men find themselves in constant danger of annihilation by things they brought into being: planes and ships and bombs and missiles. And day by day, they watch the dangers assume greater and more gigantic proportions in utter helplessness: A missile, for instance, begets an anti-missile; an anti-missile begets a better missile; a better missile begets a better anti-missile; a better anti-missile begets a still better missile, and so on indefinitely. Technology, men have found, cannot ward off the danger. Nor can all the devices now existing or yet to exist. Nor can all that science may possibly unravel. Where then and in what must men find deliverance from their plight? Somewhere, the soft yet faintly audible echo of a voice long-forgotten whispers, "Return to Me, and I shall give you peace and comfort." Men, restless searchers and builders, have gone a long way in the 1,958 years after Christ, but they could not profit by going away from Christ. Today is Christmas day; shall the return to CHRIST, THE ANSWER, start now? M. S. G. ★ ♦ DECEMBER • At no other time of the year is the name of Lord Jesus so sweetly spoken again and again as in December. In the month of December many things can happen: a persevering love is accepted, foes become friends, prodigals return and are forgiven, mothers cook masterpieces, etc. Filled with faith, * we talk about salvation and the Life Hereafter, instead of H-bombs or guided missiles or sputniks or austerity programs or corrupt officials. We ruminate, and remember our essence; we rationalize; we learn to accept our faults; we find ourselves; we realize our misdeeds; we discover truths; we see beauty in existence. We feel whole, body and soul. During Decemb^/, we are unusually charitable and we give what we can give. December, with its healthy atmosphere and songs and dances, its message and fruits, like May, is a season suitable for poems. I don’t know what would happen if someone powerful and cruel were to take away December from the calendar. Because without December there would be no Christmas. And without Christmas, there would be no Christ and without Christ there would be neither faith nor hope nor charity in the world and no peace. J. C. > * Hon. MIGUEL CUENCO Congressman, Fifth District of Cebu Mocct t&e rfcctfayt: The author, Don Miguel Cuenco, graduated from San Carlos in the year 1919, at the age of 14, with the degree of Bachiller de Artes. He obtained a prize in Philosophy. At the age of 13, he wrote a paper called "El Papado Ante la Historia" on the occasion of the anniversary of the coronation of Benedict XV. He took the bar at the age of 18, 1923. He holds a degree in Commercial Law. The CALLING by the distinguish ed Under-Secretary of Education, our good friend, Hon. Daniel Sal cedo, of a convention of teachers of Spanish and other educators to dis cuss and devise ways and means for the proper and effective imple mentation of Republic Acts Nos. propagation of the national lan guage in strict obedience to a con stitutional mandate. The philosophy behind the Sotto (Vicente) and the Magalona and Cuenco (Miguel) Laws on Spanish has aptly been expressed by Dr. others, Dr. Jorge Bacobo, former Sec retaries of Foreign Affairs Romulo and Neri, Undersecretary of Foreign Affairs Alcazaren, Ambassador Narci so Ramos, to cite only a few, are pro ducts of our public schools, yet they speak good Spanish. Nobody in his right senses can say that these 343 and 1881 is a step in the right direction. As long as our Constitu tion makes Spanish one of the of ficial languages of the country and said Republic Acts Nos. 343 qrid 1881 remain in our statutory books, our schools and educational autho rities, specially the Department»of Education, are duty bound to make an honest-to-goodness implementa tion of the teaching of Spanish. Si milarly, although those of us, like the author, have no use for the Tagalog language, for one reason or another, nevertheless, we have to support the teaching and Pedro T. Orata. The said Laws do not intend to make Spanish the language of every Filipino but one of the languages of the. Filipino professionals and of the cultured Filipinos. We should not under estimate the ability of a cultured Filipino to learn English and Spanish. Presidents Roxas, Quirino, and Garcia, Justice Labrador, Soli citor General Barot, former Speaker Jose B. Laurel, Jr., Senators Puyat, Primicias, Osias and Pecson, Pres ident Vicente Sinco of the Univ ersity of the Philippines, Congress men Enverga, Roy, Peralta and distinguished Filipinos committed a mistake by learning Spanish and English. Any English-speaking Fili pino who has the determination to learn also Spanish, can achieve this purpose, without much diffi culty, specially because Spanish is phonetic and is more similar to our native Filipino languages. The study of the national language as well as of English and Spanish is for a Filipino largely a matter of simple decision and determination. We can not be blind to the im portance, nay, necessity, of Spanish Page 2 THE CAROLINIAN in ohr culture. Having eliminated Spanish from our schools since Li* : :n. the decline of our culture ; in the'3g£fcM!hhteen years is alarm- • mg. Many&of our professionals • public’officials .cma even first grade, civil seryicgi&TOibles, can not even spell adfrectly ordinary proper nouns^Juch as Anastasio, Alonso, Brigido, Elisa, Felipe, Filomena, Ireneo, Miguel, Ortega, Porfirio, Remigio, Rodolfo, and many others. It is high time that the Spanish al phabet be taught immediately in all ■our schools, beginning from the elementary grades, to redeem our youth from this cultural barbarism into which they have fallen. By knowing only English, many Filipinos of today have no contacT with the European civilization, a profound and ample civilization. The result is lamentable, tye have the testimony of American, German and French educators with many years of experience in the Philip pines. They have called our atten tion to the limited culture of the Filipinos of today who knows English only, in contrast to the scholarship of many Spanish and English-speaking Filipinos of the pre-war era. Spanish civilization is not only at Washington, D.C. as an example of courtesy. We have to teach our youth lessons of courtesy which are traditional with the Spanish people. The reading of Spanish books will also reinvigorate Filipino social life. Nowadays when we are seized by the get-rich-quick fever and the lust for power at the sa crifice of spiritual and moral values, we would do well to remember the simple but very meaningful verses of Calderon de la Barca, the soldierpriest-poet, on honor. We see much loosening of family ties, much sel fishness and greed in our every day life. We have to go back again to the fountains of Spanish civiliza tion, the civilization that influenced our ancestors, to reinforce our souls with the virtues of family solidarity and human dignity, spirituality, idealism and chivalry exemplified in Cervantes' Don Quijote. An eminent American scholar. Dr. James Brown Scott, Professor of United States Foreign Relations of Georgetown University recommends the reading of Don Quijote. The knowledge of Spanish strengthens our position in world diplomacy. It assures the support to the Philippines of the 21 Latin American republics, and of Spain, Portugal, and Italy — more than: relations of the Philippines, a small and poor country, having no friends. Moreover, at the rate our popula tion increases, one of the highest in the world, thirty years hence we shall be facing an acute problem of overpopulation. By that time many Filipinos will have to leave our country. Latin America, parti cularly the fabulously rich countries of Venezuela, Colombia, and Peru, will be the ideal places for the Spanish-speaking and Christian Fi lipino emigrants. We must bear in mind that Latin America, more than any other region in the world, is safely removed from the danger of annihilating nuclear wars. The patriotic poems of Rizal, Apostol, Recto, Palma, Guerrero, Bernabe, Flavio Zaragoza Cano, Balmori and others teach us love of country and its heroes and martyrs. We have to learn them by heart in their original Spanish ver sion. Great poets have also been great soldiers of freedom and their immortal poems have served as banners behind which entire peoples have rallied in their strug gle for liberty and democracy. The Marseillaise is the hymn of .the French Revolution. Dantejs Divina Comedia is a precursor of Italian national unity and Camoen's Os fILIPINO NATIONALISM old and well developed, but many outstanding works on science and other branches of human know ledge written by foreign authors are translated into Spanish. According to Engineer-Architect Mr. Fernando Ocampo, many good books on en gineering, electricity, chemistry and physics written by outstanding French, German and Russian authors can be read in their Spanish translatio’ns, but they have no available versions in English. The Spanish youth is portrayed on the walls of the Library of Congress one-fourth of the entire member ship of the United Nations. The English language, more than reli gion, trade or an other factor, is the greatest and strongest link that connects India, Burma, dnd Ceylon with England. Similarly, we can count with the sincere support and cordial sympathy of 24 Latin na tions because they still regard us as a Spanish-speaking people. We shall lose the support of these Latin countries the moment we, Filipinos, stop speaking Spanish. It is easy, therefore, to visualize the sad pre dicament in world diplomacy and Lusiadas, a hymn of Portuguese epic exploits in world navigation and colonization, is the great Por tuguese national poem. We salute the teachers of Spanish in the Philippines because they have a great national responsibility. All teachers must realize that the teaching of the national language, English and Spanish is a constitu tional, statutory, cultural patriotic responsibility, for the benefit, honor and glory of our beloved mother land. # DECEMBER, 1958 Page 3 WgA Ckbtei a P^Utician? What is politics? What is a true politician? Webster'S lexicon defines po litics as the science and art of gov ernment. A politician, it continues, is one versed or experienced in the science of government. From the standpoint of these definitions, po litics therefore is not so bad as we presently think it to be. In fact, po litics, as defined, is never bad. It is a science — not a game; it is virtue — not vice. The politician of the dictionary is a well-intentioned individual; he is the honest, sincere, even the master in the art of gov ernment. Never the crooked, the cheater, the opportunist. Was Christ a politician? He was. The politician of the de finition. Not only was He a poli tician, He was also a lesson in po litics. He was the politician that symbolizes the original meaning of the word. The untainted one; the chaste; the pure. The ideal. Indeed, the true politician must be of Christly character. Why the lesson in politics? "Hail, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women." Thus said the angel Gawas a mere carpenter; Mary an impoverished member of David's royal house. The Annunciation was a political lesson: that leadership is not the monopoly of the rich, not a matter of heritage. The poor can be leaders—may even be the best. "And it came to pass while they (Joseph and Mary) were in Beth lehem, that the days for her to be delivered were fulfilled. And she brought forth her first-born son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn." Why did not Christ choose a palace instead of a stable? Why not a crib with multi-millions instead of a manger? Again, the lesson: that birth can be everywhere, any where, anyhow; but life can be so noble, so worthy, so good. And the man can be the best of leaders; the King of kings. "And the devil led him up, and - showed him all the kingdoms of the world in a moment of time, and he said to him, ‘To thee will I give all this power and their glory; for to me they have been delivered, and to whomever I will I give them. Therefore if thou wilt worship be fore me, the whole shall be thine.' And Jesus answered and said to him, 'It is written, The Lord thy God shalt thou worship, and him only shalt thou serve." Have the so-called leaders of the in government-operation. Grafters must stay; nepotism must continue. Welcome opportunists! For "what are we in power for?" Hence, the white paper, the PHHC anomalies, the questionable reparations deal, the backpay racket, the customs mess, etcetera, etcetera. Result: government bankruptcyl "With what difficulty will they who have riches enter the kingdom of God! For it is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than a rich man to enter the king dom of God." Yet, those at the helm of the gov ernment have but one ambition in mind: richest riches! riches! "And he entered the temple, and began to cast out those who were selling and buying in it, saying to them, ‘It is written, My House is a house of prayer, but you have made it a den of thieves.' " Is not our government office now a modern den of thieves? Yet, how many newly elected officials with self-proclaimed missionary zeal have entered our government service "casting out those who are selling and buying in it" saying to them, “It is written. My House is the house of the people"? Has any crook been kicked out? Not one! The unsuccessful "missionaries" often rationalize that it is impossi ble for them to rid the government of the unscrupulous. So, they better not make the "sweeping". Not only that. They become unscrupulous A LESSON IN POLITICS briel to Mary. And—"Do not be afraid, Joseph, son of David, to take to thee Mary thy wife, for that which is begotten in her is of the Holy Spirit. And she shall bring forth a son, and thou shalt call his name Jesus; for he shall save his people from their sins." The words of the angel of the Lord to Joseph. At that time there was a king of Judea named Herod. But to him were not said the words uttered by the angel to Joseph. Not even to his royal tribe. To his wife was not aired the joyful message of the anael Gabriel to Mary. Yet, Joseph country said in the midst of temp tation: "It is written, ’The Filipino nation shalt thou worship next to God, and its people only shalt thou serve ...' "? Sadly enough, that has been admittedly written (and in this they firmly believe) is that absolute by ADELINO B. SITOY power corrupts and when it cor rupts, it corrupts absolutely. That no official has the nerve to avoid the gains derived from his office. That corruption is a necessary evil too! "And he said to his disciples, 'It is impossible that scandals should not come; but woe to him through whom they come! It were better,for him if a millstone were hung about his neck and he were thrown into the sea, than that he should cause one of these little ones to sin.' " This was He on scandals. Indeed, He was the beautiful lesson in po litics. Christmas: His birth: Time to rem ember Him. Will the present poli ticians who have spoiled the true meaning of the word heed Him as the lesson, the ideal? # Page 4 THE CAROLINIAN THE HOPE OF MAN’S WOULD IRAN'S WORLD today is sailing, as it were, on a dark and perilous sea. Lost in the night of fear, it gropes for light. And haunted by the horrors of war, it looks for the harbor of peace. Its captains, the diplomats and leaders of nations, are trying their best to avoid dis aster and shipwreck in a modern war. But their talks, no matter how eloquent, their deliberations, no matter how careful, seem to be fruit less, in vain. In fact, the world of man today is no less tossed on and battered by the wind and waves of war than in the past decades. The storm of another war more terrible than all previous wars is almost blowing it to the rocks of total destruction. Unless something is done, man's world today will be destroyed forever. The war into which man's world is drifting is very dreadful. The atomic and hydrogen bombs will be used as weapons. According to men of science, these modern means of warfare possess power enough to wipe out an entire city. Successive blasts and explosion of these bombs will destroy the civilization of man. Nay, they will once more render the earth lifeless and desolate as the mountains and valleys of the moon. But while there is still time, while the storms of this impending war have not yet broken out, must not man's world look for help and guid ance? Since all the efforts of its leaders and diplomats have failed, must it not call on God for salva tion? Thousand of years ago, a hand ful of fishermen was overtaken by a strong storm on the sea of Galilee. They were at the point of sinking when suddenly the figure of Christ stood before them. Immediately they cried out to Him for help: "Master, save us, we are perishing". And at Christ's command, the fury of the storm abated and a great calm fol lowed. The apostles were saved! The predicament of man's world today is similar to that of the apostles who were caught by the storm. It is also sailing not however on a mere lake but on the rough seas of the modern age. Helpless and impotent as the apostles, man's world today is powerless to save itself from its impending doom. It can not avoid what it wants to escape. For, the more it tries to look for peace, the closer it drifts to the certainty of another global war. Never has the future looked so dark by AMABLE TUIBEO and uncertain as it does today. Never has the world feared and trembled at the specter of destruc tion and death as it does today. But the world must not despair. There is still hope and salvation for it. It has only to lift its eyes. For before it stands the mighty and serene figure of Christ, the Saviour and Redeemer. This is the Corner stone, whose permanence has been already tested by time but which was rejected by the builders. And this is the only Ark, which alone offered hope to the drowning civil ization of antiquity. If man's world therefore, wants to be saved from the cataclysm of war, it must em brace Christ. For once this Great Galilean said as no man said before: "He that is not with Me, scatters". If Christ has proven to be the only hope and refuge. why does man's world refuse to acknowledge Him? Why is it difficult for Man's world today to call on Him for guidance? Proud is the world of man. Believ ing in the omnipotence of science, it derides religion; extolling human ity, it scoffs at divinity. Thus to ap peal to Christ for help and guid ance even in this critical time, would mean an insult to its pride and reason. With its progress and en lightenment, it would be too much for it to have the simplicity of the shepherds and to follow the old wisdom of the magi. So it wants to be left alone because of pride. Pride was the cause of the Fall. Proud Lucifer, who once was the Bearer of Light, fell and became the Prince of darkness. Proud Adam' and Eve, our first parents, fell and were exiled into this valley of tears. The proud people of Babel fell and their language was lost. The proud Empire of Rome, that Mistress of the world, fell and was trampled under foot by the barbarians. Verily, those, who exalt themselves shall be brought low and humbled. Man's world today has yet to learn this lesson of history. Like any other institution erected by human hands, it has to fall from its pride. And its fall will be great, for, the higher it has climbed, the heavier will be its fall! Left alone to continue its course across the ages, man's world today is drifting nowhere. Never has the port of lasting peace been so far away as it is now. Its leaders and diplomats have failed. They are con fused and bewildered. Their con fusion has become worse confound ed. There is therefore no other alter native except that man's world today must be guided by God's hand. Christ has come as Light. He has crme as the Way. He has come as the Truth and the Life. He stands today before man's world. He waits for the call. The rest then is up to the world of man. # DECEMBER, 1958 Page 5 TRUTH I HE WAY a man lives has an influence on the way he thinks. This is not a denial of the power of the intellect to grasp truth when it is presented to the mind, but merely an attempt to emphasize a neglected element. A person may understand the full impact of the truth of a doctrine, yet if his life is a direct contradiction to its content, he may either propose an amend ment or change the law entirely. Take, as an example, the life of Martin Luther and his proposition to "reform" the Church. Some people think that badness is an outcome proceeding from lack of knowledge. They invariably as sume that men are wicked because they are ignorant. However, there are people who understand the doc trines, but cannot accept their verity, because their ego stands in the way. Not all Ph.D.'s are discerning, and not all uneducated are neces sarily dumb. A college or unversity education does not always open the mind to truth, nor does lack of it in the ignorant close the mental chan nel to the flow of wisdom. Indeed, a certain type of intellect-formation may simply turn a man from a stupid fool into a clever fool and of the two the former has the better chance of finding truth. Egoism or selfishness can turn a man's mind away from wisdom, and can so blind his vision tht he may not even suspect the presence of truth. It is so obvious that only pre judice can lead any one to suppose that, because a certain concept was never in his mind, it can not be a content of nature or of the world around him. Yet this is exactly what egoism does to a person. Pride, oversexuality and greed, which are three forms of egoism, may so darken man's mind that he cannot accept the truth of subjection to authority, strict monogamy and sense of fair play in business, des pite the evidential proofs of their ■evil effects. The psychological concept of the ego is the self, whether considered as an organization or system of mental states, or as consciousness of the individual's distinction from other selves. Ethically conceived, however, egoism is the doctrine that individual self-interest is the valid end of all actions or the motive of all conscious action. Consider the lawyer who launches himself into politics for honor and gain, and claims that there can be no other higher motive. Egoism has so bent his mental attitude that knowledge of nobility in shaping the policies of government cannot anymore be redirected. The intellectual condition for the acceptance of truth is humility. The scientists must remain silent and bow themselves to facts of nature. They can not impose their own ideas of how cells should sub-divide or how atoms should react. Learning by /Datticio S&olLotee is the humble acceptance of the species of knowledge from Mother Nature, but egoism, which at its worst is the greatest form of pride, is the very opposite. The intellect ually humble accepts facts and wil lingly gives up his own view, when proven wrong. The egoist, on the other hand, wants to create his own truth for selfish contingencies and, therefore, he either cannot increase knowledge or loses that which has been ingrained in him from child hood. What will fit his wishes, what will suit his desires, that to the egoist is the truth. These purely subjective norms can never lead him further than the confines of his own ego. Truth is eternal and its bounds are infinite, for it is founded on the very essence of God. It is an objective reality independent of the mind, for if it were dependent on the mind. there will be as many truths as there are minds. But truth is one and universal. We cannot claim that two and two equals four, unless that fact is founded on universal truth. Else, other minds can claim, "two and two equals five or three for us", and thus truth will be mul tiplied, which is against its very essence of oneness and universality. Since truth is one and universal it can never be relative or subject ive, but always absolute and ob jective. Knowledge of it, therefore, to bring back the point, cannot be evolved by a magic twist of the puny human mind. It would rather be an interaction, a giving on the part of Nature and an acceptance on the part of the mind, although the latter should be the active ele ment—"a conformity of the intellect with reality", as deeply expounded by Thomas Aquinas. If egoism poisons the learner's mind with "the concupiscence of the eyes, the concupiscences of the flesh and the pride of life" it will stifle the truth's objectivity. A man, for example, may be so impas sioned by jealousy and arrogance that he will never see the truth of gentility, intelligence and goodness in one whom he envies or hates. This brings us back to the idea in our first paragraph. Man's thinking is affected by his living. As a corollary, in order to learn and to be really wise, man must accept, first, the Author of truth. Who is the Source of knowledge and the Fountain of wisdom—GOD. Thus, humble in his acceptance of God, his mind will be prepared to grasp reality. It would be the arduous task of educators to open the minds of university students to this fact, so that in the artful dissemination of eternal values there will be less waste. Consequently, learning and education will go hand in hand with the formation of the personality, and the product will be, according to Pius XL "the true and finished man of character." J Page 6 THE CAROLINIAN Some Facts About USC's Patron Saint Saint Charles borromeo was bom in an age when some people used to say "11 you want to go to Hell, be a priest." It might be difficult for the reader to understand the foregoing state ment if he does not know a little of Church history that dates back particularly to the early part of the sixteenth century. Corruption and vice, practiced in and outside the Church by priests and non-priests, marked the general order of that era. The Church fought a grim battle against its wayward members as the call for reformation and counter-reformation rocked the social and political foundations of the time. It was not surprising, then, to find the clergy, secular and regular, living an open life of scandal and spiritual squaior. "They walked the streets in lay dress, complete with sword and pistol. Churches were in a half-ruinous condition, the sacred vessels corroded with rust, the vest ments moth-eaten" commented Rev. Francis Holland, O.S.C., in his bio graphical account of St. Charles. Intrigues from within threatened the very structure of the Church. As a consequence thereof, the faith of the populace wavered. It was indeed a time that called for a man of God to rekindle the flame of faith and once more show his flock the "way to salvation." Four men answered the call. * One of them was Saint Charles Borro meo, Archbishop of Milan and Car dinal. Thus, Very Rev. Father Albert van Gansewinkel, former USC Rector, wrote in an editorial: "As you enter the lobby of the Collegiate Building of the University, your eyes are drawn to a life-size statue in bronze.- A man in a bishop's garb, with a powerful ges ture, and energetic features, Saint Charles Borromeo, the Patron Saint of the University since 1779. The statue, a gift of the USC Alumni Association, was ordered and made in Milan, Italy, where St. Charles was Archbishop and Cardinal in the sixteenth century. That century was one of the most critical, stormy, and important periods in the entire * The three other men: Pope St. Pius V; St. Philip Neri and St. Ignatius Loyola. DECEMBER, 1958 ST. CHARLES BORROMEO The Cardinal was only twenty-two. St. (tyositeA history of the Church; and St. Charles, a Cardinal at the age of 22, Secretary of State under Pope Paul IV and at the age of 40, was one of the most outstanding, clearsighted, powerful leaders." (From the Carolinian, December edition, 1952). St. Charles was born in the Castle of Arona on Lake Maggiore on October 2, 1538. He was the second of two sons in a family of six. Al the age of twelve, after he received his clerical tonsure, St. Charles became the assignee of the Abbey of Arona with a revenue of thirteen thousand pounds a year. The rich Benedictine Abbey was resigned to him by his uncle, Julius Caesar Borromeo. St. Charles parents, Count Gilbert Borromeo and Margaret (whose (Continued on page 8) Page 7 younger brother was Pope Pius IV), were surprised upon learning that the boy insisted on spending the money lor the poor. As a student, St. Charles was not brilliant and he suffered an impe diment in his speech. However, a friend of his said: "I have often wondered how it was that, without any natural eloquence or anything attractive in his manner, he was able to work such changes in the hearts of his hearers. He spoke but little, gravely, and in a voice rarely audible—but his words always had effect.” The young Charles learned his Latin at Milan and afterwards went to the University of Pavia where his prudence and self-dis cipline made him a model to the youth in that University, who ac cording to some authorities, "had an evil reputation for vice." At the age of twenty-one, he became a Doctor of Civil and Canon Law. In 1550, he was nominated by the new Pope, Cardinal de Medici (his uncle) administrator of the vacant See of Milan. (Actually he took possession of the See in 1565. Be fore him, no other Archbishop had lived and resided in Milan for 80 years). In quick succession, Charles was named legate to Bologna, Romagna, and the March of Ancona, and pro tector of Portugal, the Low Countries, the Catholic cantons of Switzerland, and the orders of St. Francis, the Carmelites, the knights of Malta and many others. St. Charles re ceived all these honors at the young St. Charles Borromeo (Continued from- page 7) age of twenty-three. But despite all this, he was openly opposed to ostentation and luxury. When someone offered to have St. Charles' bed warmed, he was heard to have said, "The best way not to find a bed cold, is to go colder than the bed is." At the age of 27, he assumed the duties of his Pastoral Office. His diocese was one of the largest in Italy and contained 2,200 churches and some 600,000 souls to care for. With mind and heart, St. Charles worked to restore the faith of the people towards the priesthood and eventually succeeded in putting the vocation in its proper place in the hearts of the faithful. Because of his intense devotion to whip the errant clergy into line, he had to incur the ire of some suf fragans and priests who did not like his reforms. (One reform enforced by him: all his clergy should be clean-shaven). Thus his life was in danger when a religious order call ed Humiliati tried to prevail upon the Pope to annul St. Charles' re gulations. One of the Humiliati themselves, a priest called Jerome Donati Farina, agreed to carry out the plot to assassinate St. Charles after the Pope supported the latter’s reforms and frustrated the Humiliati's desire to have the same annuled. Three priors hatched out the evil scheme to liquidate St. Charles, and for forty gold pieces, Farina agreed to do the deed. (The sum was raised by selling ornaments from a church). Posting himself at the door of the Chapel in the young archbishop's house, Farina, on October 26, 1569, while St. Charles was saying his evening prayers with the rest of his household, shot him at the mo ment when the following words were sung: "It is time therefore that I return to Him that sent me." Charles fell, but he was only grazed by Farina's bullet. As a patron of learning, St. Charles was without peer. In the succeeding years, he established six (6) seminaries accommodating more than 700 students. He also founded the Jesuit College at Bresa (1573) and the Swiss College in Milan (1579). He was the origin ator of the "Sunday-Schools," two hundred years before Robert Raikes distinguished himself in England for his great dedication and work among Protestant Children. At an age when most men reach the prime of their life and the peak of their careers, St. Charles gave up his life. He died at the age of 46. His last words at the hour of his passing were "Ecce Venio, Behold I Come". The life and times of Saint Charles Borromeo should be a con tinuing inspiration not only for the youth but also for the clergy. May each Carolinian be proud of the fact that his forefathers have chosen St. Charles for the patron of the University. May he be proud that they had chosen well. # HUNDRED times and more, I have received that greeting along the corridors of this University. And I am grateful. In that short greeting is summed up that beautiful (one might almost call it) instinct fused into the Filipino soul by four hund red years of Christian living: reve rence for the God-given dignity of the Priest. But I am not a PRIEST. Nor am I a seminarian who will someday be come a Priest. Friends and relatives have been much surprised at such an answer when they had asked me when I expected to be ordained. And more than one traveler in Manila buses have thrown me a suspicious glance upon hearing the same. It seems that few people are aware of the exist Good Morning, Father! by Bro. William Yam, S.J. ence of Lay-brothers. Or if there are many, their notion of the Brother's life is often hazy. Others, whose notion of it may be somewhat clear, have a mixture of misplaced pity and pitiable puzzlement for the Brother's lot. To a great extent, such ignorance of the Brother's existence and, deeper still, the lack of a Christian, supernatural appreciation of their way of life, are some of the reasons why we Brothers are so few today. The Brother is the man you see wearing the same "soutana" as the Priest, but who gives himself to the more humble tasks in a religious house, of tailor, cook, buyer, house cleaner, poultry or laundry man, sacristan or infirmarian. And in this technical age, he can be electrician or mechanic, stenographer, account ant or librarian. One or some of these—can be the Brother's job. The Brother's training does not require a course of formal studies as does the training of a seminarian study ing for the priesthood. But as in most rules, there are exceptions, and (Continued on page 15) Page 8 THE CAROLINIAN If THE Philippine Roman Catholic Hierarchy—in recognition of an in dividual's humanitarian action— were the Philippine Government today, it would probably present the Golden Heart award to a mar. who is to be credited for his work Town where the priests and the wayward youngsters lived, and slept, until enough funds were raised and Don Ramon was able to purchase a lot in Punta Princesa to which the Boys Town was moved. When the Punta Princesa lot was Besides giving more comfort to unfortunate Boys Town youngsters, Don Ramon Aboitiz is giving moral and material support to various civic and religious projects. Don Ramon also helps support the Asilo de la Milagrosa, a charitable Cebu BOYS TOWH benefactor for the material and spiritual upliftment of his fellowmen. That award, in all likelihood, would go to a philanthropist who has freely given his riches for the betterment of the lot of the unfortunates and in the service of the Church. This great work of his cannot remain unrecognized and uncommended. So much material and moral aid has Don Ramon Aboitiz given to lay and religious entities that he is today regarded as a ‘'philanthropi cal institution” in the South. Today he is also identified with the Cebu Boys Town, where young unfortunate people,—society's uncared-for seeds of promise—are housed and fed. He has faith and sees promise in these young people. Although born with the proverbial silver spoon in his mouth, Don Ramon has under-, taken to care for young people abandoned by wayward parents, rendered orphan by death, the homeless and the delinquents. He foresees the great potential of the youth who grow up with the proper guidance. It was because of his faith in the youth that, when the Cebu Boys Town was in its blueprint stage, Don Ramon tried everything he could to set up the "Home" in a permanent place and to make it more comfortable for the boys and the Salesian Fathers. First established by the Salesians of Don Bosco, the Boys Town was situated at the left side of the Cebu Metropolitan Cathedral in what ifi now the Chinese Catholic Center. When Boys Town was first opened and admitted the first 16 boyd, the building was dilapidated front every angle. The walls consisted^ of cor rugated iron roofing materials that were not even nailed t</ the posts. The place was disorganized. For many months this v/as the Boys h BEN C. CABANATAN DON RAMON ABOITIZ “A philantrophical institution.” cleared the construction of a semi concrete building started, while his personal funds paid for the wood, concrete, and wages of laborers. After about a month the building was completed, cleaned and par-: titioned into various sections ready for settlement. One end sectiair/jJds made the chapel, next th® * fxnhers' quarters, t h e ward/- sleeping quarters, carpentry shop, mess hall and kitchen. All these accommodations in the Boys Town are the comforts pro vided by Don Ramon Aboitiz' un bounded generosity which finds more meaning in the fact that his benevolence turns what would have been impoverished, misguided, de linquent children into useful, upright citizens. institution for young boys and girls. Don Ramon was born on Nov ember 16, 1888 in O.rmoc, Leyte. He is married to Dolores Sidebottom of Manila. He has two children, Maria Luisa Canova and Eddie. Eddie Aboitiz, who takes charge of the vast Aboitiz interests, is also giving, support to the Cebu Boys Town. He is the president of the Cebu Boys Town, Inc. Last year he donated a farm tractor and other items to Boys Town. But for the last few years Don Ramon himself has been the big gest benefactor of the Cebu Boys Town. Yet despite all these huma nitarian contributions that he has made, Don Ramon Aboitiz today re mains under self-imposed obscurity which can obviously be expected from a man of deep humility. J John Randolph and Henry Clay once had a quarrel in the Senate at Washington. For several weeks-; they did not speak, when one day they met on Pennsylvania Avenue. Each saw the other coming up the sidewalk which was very narrow at the particular point, and each was meditating as to how far he would turn out for the other to pass. As Randolph came up he looked the grand old Kentuckian straight in the eye and, keeping the sidewalk, hissed: “I never turn out for scound rels!” "I always do,” said Mr. Clay as he stepped politely out into the mud and let Randolph have the walk. DECEMBER, 1958 Page 9 II OT KNOWING what the electric push button was for, the man knocked on the wall. After a while, the cushioned-door was opened. He took off his buri hat and smiled cordially, but the woman who met him paid no attention to his friend liness. She only looked at him. "Good morning,” he said. Merry Christmas seemed very informal. “I’d like to see Mr. Rubia.” “Mr. Rubia is taking a bath,” she announced; the tone of her IN THIS OUR Jiife voice was of one who was bother ed. “I shall wait,” he said. The woman gave an it’s-up-toyou.expression and closed the door. The door made a thudding sound. It was far from his expectation; doors usually banged or creaked. He took a couple of steps backward and sat on the chair nearby. The wind was icy-cold, but he did not fold his arms. This was the very first time he had dropped in at the kingly house of Mr. Rubia, although he had been tilling his laud for a long time. True, during fiestas and birth parties he came here to help skin the goats and dress the chickens, but that was in the backyard. It Nong Carlos, the overseer, had only lent him the money he needed, he would not have come here. He did not feel fit to see Mr. Rubia. But, he reflected and held out hope, this is Christmas. These are the days of good understanding. This is the time when softness stays in the heart. He was really in difficulties. His younger child had just recovered from a severe illness and all his savings were spent for the medi cines; the doctor, too. Now, his wife was going to give birth, and he did not even have a few centa vos to buy chocolate cakes, and a ganta of third class rice. Of couse, he could not let his wife eat camote when she would have deliver ed. THE DOOR moved; the man im mediately stood up. A boy hurriedly went out, and another one followed. The latter stopped upon seeing the man. The man politely smiled at the boy; the boy reciprocated. “Manong?” the boy asked. “I come to see your father,” the man calmly said. “Papa’s eating. I’ll tell him, Ma nong.” “Maybe your maid has told him already.” “Bill, come on! Don’t tarry. Bill! We might be late. They must be there now,” the othei’ boy was yelling. “Have you eaten, Manong?” the boy asked. “Yes,” the man lied. “Just wait for him, Manong.” “I’ll do that, I’ll do that.” The boys raced across the flower garden; they drew their toy-guns and shot the airplane which pass ed by. The man sat back. When he was that small, dream ed of becoming one of them: welldressed, fat and gay sons of rich people. But his father was not a somebody. He remembered going with him to the rice-field and while cooling off in the shade of the dwarf bananas, he watched him work under the heat of the sun. He had followed his occupation. They were sons of the soil. Ill THE WOMAN opened the door. “You may come in now,” she said. “Your feet,” she added. The man smiled and rubbed his feet on the decorated doormat. The woml held the door for him as if she did not want him to touch it. When he was inside, she let go the door and it closed by itself, with the same thudding sound. The tesselated floor of the par lor was perfectly varnished so that the man could see his shadow in it, and of the costly curtains sway ing. The woman had left him alone and disappeared into one of the rooms. He looked around and stood in the corner, for he was not re quested to sit down. The upholstered chairs were amber-colored, very elegant, and tempting. The big round table was of glass and a vase with fresh flowers was standing on it. A piano was at the right side of the room. Oriental draperies and a big framed picture of Mr. Rubia and his family hung on the lac quered walls. The man felt uncomfortable in the midst of such finery. At the middle of the floor was planted the immemorial Christ mas tree; it was tall and richly adorned with falling, brilliant, silver streamers, stars, apples, and a variety of trinkets. The tiny bells were real, and they tinkled when the wind blew. Many boxes done up in tinsel paper were piled near the base of the tree. The man was dumbfounded by the magnificence surrounding him. He had not seen this even in his most extravagant dream of wealth and high living. Now he realized SHORT STORY by untie CLanizazes that even in his fancy, a poor man could not possess what men of substance really had. He looked at the patches on the knees of his pants. The color of the flowers on his shirt had faded out, and what remained were the broken, dull traces of petals and stems. Somebody played the radio phono upstairs and the room where the man was filled with the savage beat of the music. The woman came back with a piece of cloth. She bent and wiped out the dirt on the shiny floor. The man looked at his bare feet. He thought he had wiped them well; he stood there, motionless, and hot with shame. He gazed at the win dow and wished that he were in some other place. IV AT LAST, Mr. Rubia showed himself. He cleared his throat and afterward lighted a cigar. Through the flickering flame of the matchstick he glanced at the man. "Good morning, sir,” the man respectfully greeted; he did not forget to smile. He held his buri hat on kqj bosom, the way farPage 10 THE CAROLINIAN But, he reflected and held out hope, this is Christmas . . . mers do when they pray at sun down in the fields. “Oh," Mr. Rubia said. “I’m here, sir, because...” “Merta!” Mr. Rubia called aloud, and swore at something. The woman came in. “Get my hat. The white one,” Mr. Rubia command ed. He faced the man. “What’s it?” he asked. “I’d like, sir, to, to borrow money,” the man said. “Money?” Mr. Rubia said and studied his cigar. "I’m hard up, sir. My wife is. ..” “Who isn’t short of money now adays?” Mr. Rubia said. “Who isn’t affected by the crisis. The prices are raised, terribly. Now, the grocery charges are double of the usual worth. Money is scarce. Yes. And then some people just.. At that moment, the carolers sang at the doorstep. It was a ballad about the coming of the Re deemer, and the lowliness which characterized His birth. The woman had returned and handed him the hat. Mr. Rubia gave a coin to the woman and said: “Stop it. Go, stop it! It’s too early yet.” Before the carolers were inter rupted, a young man entered the parlor and Mr. Rubia gladly met him. “Camilo! Camilo!” Mr. Rubia said with outstretched arms. “Tto,” the young man said and kissed the hand of Mr. Rubia. “Merry Christmas!” “Merry Christmas!” Mr. Rubia replied. “When did you arrive?” “Yesterday afternoon.” The man waited patiently, and listened to the strangled dingdong and drumming and rubadub from the radio-phono. “Where’s Tia?” the young man asked. “Up,” Mr. Rubia said. “I’ll surprise her,” the young man said laughing and departed. “Now,” Mr. Rubia said, “just tell me how much you want.” “About twenty pesos, sir,” said the man, whose personal dignity had been cut to pieces by the blade of Mr. Rubia’s words. That was the smallest; in fact, he doubted Illcstrated By K=4motsoto ^/Kanlingas if that was enough, but Mr. Rubia had driven him to say it. “My rice will be harvested soon, sir. It will yield a good crop. Mine is the best, Nong Carlos knows that, sir.” "All right, all right,” Mr. Rubia said and got out his black wallet. “Here’s ten. That’s all.” The man had no choice; he re ceived the crisp ten-peso bill. “Lucas!” Mr. Rubia shouted. “Sir,” someone answered from the adjoining room; it was in the ga rage. “Is the car ready?” Mr. Ru bia asked “Yes, sir. Yes,” the voice quickly replied. “Thank you very much, sir,” the man said politely and bowed a little. At this moment, Mrs. Rubia and the young man were coming down the stairs noisily. Mr. Rubia look ed back and waved his hand to dismiss his visitor. “Thank you very much, sir,” the man repeated and went away with downcast eyes, carefully opened the door (it was not easy to pull) and closed it. It made a thudding sound which drowned out the tinkling of the tiny bells on the Christmas tree in the parlor, and the laughtei * of Mr. and Mrs. Ru bia and the young man. $ DECEMBER, 1958 Page 11 I AM THE Christmas Breeze. I dance to the music of Christmas songs and play with the flirting sunlight filtered through the rust ling leaves of swaying trees. I rush through the lilting heads of Dec A Tale of Two Christmases (A Short Story) ember blossoms, suffused and im passioned with delight, and whisper little love songs to the pure image of the calm blue sky. Enchanted with the magic of Love, I am Hap piness herself: the gift of the coming GIVER, the heaven of every heart. As the sun gives light, so I give joy. The secrets of the cen turies are in me; the precious tales of old are never told save through whispers of my own— heavenly-soft and cool and fra grant. To every heart that beats with love, I how with reverence for the talc which I am about to tell is for them alone, dreamers of Paradise. Open your hearts, 0 joy ful ones, and listen to me as I linger by your sides, caressing you with my soft and gentle kisses, touching the playful locks of your tangled hair, and humming, as I go, the tale of two Christmases. I. It was a sunny Christmas of long ago when in my wanderings through the joyful plains and valleys of this world I chanced to pass by a lonely hill where sat a forlorn pair, so mournful in their silence. Solicitous and curious, I glided through the carpet of ver dant grass, where the two were Qttut&iated, ty. AMORSOLO MANLINGAS sprawled, to listen to their sweet little complaints and hear what inanities lovers still can think of to make a lovely day a sad one. As I came upon the two, I perceived that the maiden was as one I was wont to call as an angel’s statue come to life, or perhaps Venus herself descended on earth, and the man, robust and tall and pas sionate, was in himself a brown Adonis in the prime of his youth. What a wonderful pair, I thought. Almost like lovers in a myth. Yet the scene was a sad one as I said before and the state of things made me more curious. I decided to listen. I touched the soft satin face of the maiden and ruffled her long curly hair to wake her up from her stupor whereupon her lover gazed upon her longingly as I played with her toussled curls and fluttering silky white gar ments. He said: You are sweet and pure, Christina. Ay ... of what use. She sighed wistfully. Silence. Long silence. I am a man, Christina, said he looking far away into the fading horizon. I have accepted my de feat. I will embrace bitterness with courage though with a bleeding heart. For you, a fervent wish for a Christmas gift of eternal hap piness with Rodulfo. Ay ... your father’s will be done. Fermin, said she, gazing at him with misty eyes. For me ... I will go away. Far away. I will think of you and of my fateless love. I will shed tears to the wind and utter sighs to the lonely stars. I will wander — cur sing the men who make a business contract out of love! Fermin! Forget me, Christina. Now, I am a man without a heart. I will live on Hatred and on a promise of Revenge. I will.......... Fermin, please stop. She plead ed horrified. Please, I will go with you. No, be true to a promise. You have been promised to somebody. Go and fulfill the promise. Forget me, forget me . .. and with these words uttered over and over like a painful cry, he dashed towards the gloomy woods leaving behind the trailing maiden who sobbed in her vain effort to follow. Page 12 THE CAROLINIAN Myself horrified, I swept through the lonely woods hoping to ease the overwhelming grief of the unfortunate lover. I fol lowed him as he stumbled through b’oulders and thickets, staggered through desolate plains, and fell upon treacherous crevices filled with jagged rocks and crusted pebbles. I felt extreme pity. When Christmas morning came, the mi serable youth was a pitiful sight standing by the edge of a bottom less cliff the side of which stood vertical to the horizon. I trembled watching him stand on the verge of the cliff gazing far away, weak and exhausted. As I brushed by his bleeding face I saw that there were tears in his eyes. He was silent. Almost medi tating. Then he started talking weakly. I listened intently. Cursed be the men who have no respect for love. Cursed be the Fate that molds my life in misery. Cursed... I shuddered listening to the string of curses uttered, as I was beginning to believe, by a bed eviled man. I could sense Satan himself standing beside him mer rily tempting the pitiful youth in his misfortune. Terrified, I re called the story which spoke of the Son of God tempted on a cliff towering above the sinful world. But this is a man, I said to my self. So I prayed. But even as I prayed, I heard him break the silence with a blood-curdling cry saying: Give me a gift of war and pesti lence ! lambs of God were fighting among themselves, cutting each others throats like wild dogs thirsting for blood. And they spilled precious blood even on Christmas. I felt de jected and I prayed very hard. It was only the compassion of the Great Merciful himself that really abated the storm. I welcomed with deepest gratitude the day when people started to rejoice again at my coming and the ob noxious smoke began to clear. And perhaps it was a joke of playful ShM, GtOty. GERARDO LIPARDO, Jr. Fortune herself, but I chanced again to pass by the lonely hill here once I knew a sad story I hated to recall. Yet as I lingered by its summit, at that very in stance, a tall gaunt man in the garb of a soldier intruded upon my peaceful reminiscence, and as he came closer, I regarded the man in deep scrutiny for I began to discern that his countenance was the object of my recall. He was thin and haggard but young and good of feature. Wearily sitting on the carpet of tall grass, he uttered a very long sigh (I wonder ed whether it was of regret or longing), meekly raised his eyes to heaven and started to soliloabide by thy will, not brave enough to face my own Fate. Now I come, man enough to ask for giveness, brave enough to receive thy punishment. Lord, thy will be done. I was deeply touched by such a prayer that I felt my very heart crumpled to pulp as I dried gent ly the tears in his doleful eyes. I could not help trailing behind him as he descended from the hill to the little village of his own which, I supposed, missed him for many a Christmas and longed for his coming. At the outskirt of the town, he entered a deserted cot tage and I heard the echo of his mournful voice calling the beloved name of a mother from out his lonely heart. When he was out, I looked at his bloated eyes in great compassion wishing I could share with his immeasurable grief and misfortune. He walked aimlessly, and strangely, I continued follow-1 ing him as he roamed around, feel ing that by keeping watch of him, I was in a little way alleviating his misery. Deep in my heart, I was wishing something would happen, something like a fairy tale, for this man. Thus on this particular Christ mas eve, I found myself together with a repentant soul bowed kneel ing before a great altar, instead of my usual gay rollicking in jo vial towns on nights like this. I swayed to and fro with the people decorating the little chapel watch ing jealously my little lamb who had returned to God. It was one of the generous souls The Gospel of Love teaches us to spread Goodwill even to our Enemies. If we must love, then we must always learn to forgive. This is my Tale of Christmas and of Peace and of Love. ii. As if the demoniacal wish re sounded through the very depth of hell, a shot was heard from afar and echoed to a roar from the four corners of the world. War. For four successive Christmases, I was an unwanted guest of this world, unwelcomed and neglected. For four Christmases, I lamented through the plundered hills and valleys clouded with the repulsive smell of powder-smoke and tainted with the grim color of blood. The quize. I listened in curiousity. Lord of Heaven, Great Saviour I have returned unto thee. I strayed from thy care and dwelt in ein. I defied thy words. I thought I would find pleasure in seeking fulfill ment for the evil of Hatred in me. But I was wrong. Men can never live in Hatred. Men can only live in Love and in Peace. I was tempt ed once to make an evil wish, and I was frail to resist. Sins, I re pent them all my Lord. I repent them all. I was not man enough to of this world, a young lady, who stealthily went up to the altar to place her star of Bethlehem shin ing atop the cardboard stable. As if the lantern she hung was really a star she started to view the little place below regarding every one peacefully with her imagined starlight. Upon seeing my poor little soldier, she started to stare in growing excitement, turning statue-like in her sudden discovery, whereupon the brave one raised (Continued on page 15) DECEMBER, 1958 Page 13 nil I ODAY, we celebrate Christmas to commemorate that eventful date several centuries ago when the Blessed Virgin Mary, the chosen one of God, brought forth unto us God's Son, wrapped Him in swad dling clothes and laid Him in a manger in a stable in the little town of Bethlehem. That wintry night marked the turning point of the history of the entire human race. The birth of the Son of God was the first step towards man's salva tion. The incarnation of the Word formed the gateway to the sacrifice at Calvary and the Resurrection, the reopening of the gates of heaven which had been closed to the human race ever since the unfortunate fall of Adam and Eve in the garden of Paradise. Divine Mercy could not let the entire human race perish in eternal damnation. There had to be a way of restoring the image of its Creator. There had to be a re demption. And today, several cen turies ago, was its commencement. As it was from the beginning, to day is a day of great rejoicing, not of the flesh but of the spirit. For the Son of Man was born not for the former but for the latter. The flesh dies but the spirit does not. It is lamentable to note, however, that in this age of gross materialism, we have completely lost sight of the real idea of the Christmas celebra tion. We give more importance to the body than to the soul. We im merse ourselves in the dirty waters of worldly pleasures—of wine, wo men and songs — and forget the soul completely, leaving it to rock and roll in the dark pages of Satan's diary. "Not by bread alone does man live, but by every word that comes forth from the mouth of God," our pastors tell us. For "what does it profit a man if he gains the whole world but suffers the loss of his own soul?" We hear all right, but we do not understand. The "seeds fall by the wayside, and the birds come and eat them up." The situation is highly dangerous (□jrifitmas by Filemon L. Fernandez for us especially when we take into consideration the fact that here we are but transient tenants of a Great Landlord. We are not on our own. Sooner or later we have to account for our stay. And He shall "reap even where He hath not sowed and gather even where He hath not win nowed." "To everyone who has shall be given. . ., but from him who does not have, even that which he seems to have shall be taken away." Preparedness, therefore, is of prime neccesity, for we do not know when the accounting shall be made. It may be this very moment, it may be to night, or perhaps tomorrow. And when the signs shall come to pass, the Son of Man will come again in great majesty and power, and He shall separate the "goats from the sheep," the former He will A Study In Contrast i • The oceans have given up their ! secrets. The snows on mountain peaks have succumbed to the tread of men. The skies have been pierced j and now we scramble for the stars! j The limitless spaces beyond, the j wheeling galaxies have now be come the object of man’s quest. Our feet have left the earth. But once upon a time, two thou sand years ago, a star was but an instrument to light the way of cer tain shepherds to a stable, to lead the steps of certain kings to a city. A CHILD from the infinite beyond had come down to earth. Two thousand years have passed. Man has shrunk down since then and his worth has turned to an infinitesimal point hanging on an infinitesimal thread. In aspiring cast into everlasting fire where there will be "weeping and gnash ing of teeth," the latter He will bring to eternal happiness where one not only hears but also under stands, where one not only sees but also perceives. Let us liken ourselves, therefore, to the faithful servant in the Gospel who kept on waiting even when the master failed to come. Let us make this day and everyday henceforth a day of preparation and waiting for His Second Coming, that in so doing we may ultimately attain eternal life and bliss. # by LEOD for the stars his gaze has become blinded by their phantasmal blaze and he can no more see beyond them. For where indeed in this vast universe that has become the breadth and length of man’s vision is a place for that pulsating thing of living dust that is called the heart of man? Must the CHILD come down again to reestablish the divine worth of the human soul and the pricelessness of human destiny? For here is the point, men of the twentieth century. Listen! For even as we pierce the skies to scramble for the stars, a CHILD had come down to earth to scram ble for our hearts. # Page 14 THE CAROLINIAN A Tale of Two Christmases (Continued from page 13) his eyes to the altar, perhaps to seek assistance from the angels in his prayers. For a moment I felt a strange silence. Then I heard a gentle whisper: Christina. I felt an overwhelming excite ment among the flowers in the garden anticipating the outcome of this all. Somehow I felt elated, yet I also felt fearful. I was impatient. Something would happen. Some thing I did not know. I listened in great anxiety. It has been a long time, Fermin. Her voice was soft and tender. It is true, he said clasping his face with his hands. I was just a mere boy then. Now I am really a man. Now I can face anything. I lied before. I am sorry, Christina. He paused. Then he continued: Before, I never had the courage to face you with another love. Now, I can. Truly, Christina. I believe in you, Fermin, she an swered not looking at him. Your love is noble. And I understand your grief. The war was a curse. You lost your mother and it killed my father. He was silent. Blankly staring in the air, he murmured: I am almost consumed with regret. Say ing as if he had accepted full res ponsibility of it all. Long silence. Then... I have a gift for you, Fermin. Tomorrow is Christmas. She looked young and very love ly by the moonlight. While she was smiling, her eyes met his in a wordless moment. They gazed at each other in silence. The stars flickered and a flower fell from above. You are sweet and pure, Chris tina, said he. Ay ... she sighed still looking at him. You are as you were, Fer min. Only your heart has changed: it is braver and purer now. Would that my father were living. He would not have contracted me to Rodulfo because you would have faced him, brave as a knight. You would have voiced your love throughout the world and dared anything to prove your love was great and pure. You would have been like Alfredo or Eugenio or Nilo who stood in defense of thenlove, each a noble hero deserving of my humble self. I admired them. They were brave. And you. You went away. You were never like them, Fermin. Ay ... I do not deserve to be forgiven, said he. And now, she continued, my father is dead. Rodulfo lives. But the promise of a father is no more. Now heaven knows I am free to choose and........ And... tell me Christina. Tell me, please. Ay... about the gift Fermin, she interrupted. Tomorrow is Christmas. I used to give you gifts, don’t you remember? I .. . Never mind the gift. Tell me your choice. Let.... Fermin, she whispered starting to sob softly. You never give value to my gifts. You.... Christina, if you only know what thoughts urged me to still care for my life in the midst of battle. If... If... oh what frail words. .. Ay. .. I knew Fermin. I knew, she said plucking gently a pure white azucena by her side. Yet you never did know what gift had I been hopefully keeping for you alone since you went away. You never knew how many Christmases had I wished to give you my most precious gift of my heart and my love. Gift of my heart and my love, I whispered in delight and strange ecstasy. My heart and my love, I repeated. I danced with the flowers in the garden filling the air with the sweetest perfume and ruffled the foliage of the trees urging them to whisper: My heart and my love. All the brilliance of the stars gathered in our midst and I felt naked with joy and contentment, an overwhelming feeling of hap piness. I sang my sweetest songs as I bade farewell to the two happy mortals, saying as I went: where there is love there is peace. Live in love and live in peace till the end of time. And even as I started to rush through the fragrance of December blossoms, I was filled with the spirit of love and happi ness, and with the sweet sounds of songs and church bells announcing the birth of Love Himself, Love born in a manger. Angels were sweetly singing: Gloria in Excelsis Deo... # Good Morning, Father! (Continued from, page 8) you may have seen two Brothers in the classrooms oi this University. In other words, the Brother is the man who goes around doing the ordinary, not-much-thought-ol jobs that the man next door has to do everyday. And this in order that the Priests may be more free to carry on those jobs proper to them as Priests — hearing confessions, teaching, scientific research, and the like. But we have only skimmed the surface — and you might well be tempted to protest that such jobs can just as well be done by paid servants. In fact, you might put it more strongly, the Brother seems to be nothing more than a frocked servant of the Priest. Call a Brother that and, if he has caught the true spirit of his sublime vocation, he will glory in it. In much the same way will one who has lost the true sense of spiritual values, despise the teaching of Spanish and look with envy at the honor of a Rector or Senator or Ambassador who was once his contemporary, as if high offices were the only yardstick he would be measured by on judge ment day. Between the mechanic next door and the Brother mechanic there is no external difference. The Brother also crawls under a car, gets as many grease stains on his face while fixing the gearbox. The dif ference lies deep in the supernatural value, in the motive with which the work is being done. It is not so much the work that counts, but "the love of the Divine Majesty", "the greater glory of God" which St. Ig natius puts ever before his men. And in this end, both Priest and Brother find their common goal. With this supernatural motive then, the Bro ther injects a divine value to the or dinary works that the majority of mankind must do, raising them up, in the same manner that Christ raised up the work of the carpenter in Nazareth, above the mere ma terial worth and making of them a worthy offering to God to draw from Him a multitude of graces for himself as well as for a world of souls. But prayer and hard work are not the only side of the Brother's life. Lest you should be left with the picture of a Brother as a man who goes about his work with a joy-less countenance and a faraway look in his eyes, trying the while (Continued on page 27) DECEMBER, 1958 Page 15 ROTC Reports THE second semester opens, the USC ROTC Unit gears itself for another season of rough, rigid mi litary training. New subjects are scheduled to be introduced, among which are the techniques of missile-firing, includ ing a study of the structure and operation of the various types of missiles now in mass production in the arsenals of the different world powers. The introduction of new subjects has been found necessary to keep the cadets in pace with the arms development race betwen the free and the communist worlds. It may be noted here that with the modern types of weapons pre sently produced, a one-man army can easily wipe away continents from the face of the earth with just as slight a movement as a flex of a finger. Meanwhile, Lt. Ajero and his staff of instructors have signified their determination to carry on the week ly seminars on leadership training with the cadet officers. . . MEN MAY GO Sometime during the semestral vacation last October, the Depart ment of Military Science and Tactics of the University underwent a re vamp with the transfer of T/Sgt. SGT. PABLO PAPELLERO The sergeant rose fast. Sofio Herrera and S/Sgt. Pedro Carabana to the HQ. Co., Reserve Af fairs Section, 111 MA, PA, on orders of the new commanding general. Brig. Gen. Marcos G. Soliman. The old-timers were replaced with T/Sgt. Jesus Modequillo and Sgt. Pablo Pa pellero. It may be recalled that T/Sgt. Sofio Herrera came to San Carlos quite a long time ago and had earned for himself the name "old reliable" when it came to infantry matters, while S/Sgt. Pedro Carabana had endeared himself to the Artillery Cadets for his remarkable know-how on Howitzers. It would not be entering the realm of exaggeration to say that with the transfer of the two, the USC Cadets lost two of their best friends and inERRATUM: The staff wishes to convey its deepest apologies to CAPT. JOSE M. AQUINO, Commandant of the USC ROTC Unit, whose name was reported as “Juan M. Aquino” in the last issue of the Carolinian (ROTC REPORTS Column). The error was inadvertent. structors. The sergeants, however, have promised to come around on Sundays whenever they would be free, to lend their able helping hands in every way possible. AND MEN MAY COME . T/Sgt. Jesus M. Modequillo, the replacement of T/Sgt. Sofio Herrera, is a man whose greater part of life has been devoted to military ser vice, and who can boast of a color ful military career. He enlisted in the service way back in 1935 and was immediately assigned to the 44th PC Company. Three years later, in 1938, he was transferred to the Philippine Army Training Camp at Fabrica, Negros Occidental. When war broke out, he saw action as a second louie in the guerrilla forces of Col. Causing. Undaunted by the bitter experience as a guerrillero which could have broken down a man of lesser fiber, Sgt. Modequillo persisted doggedly through, until the termination of the war saw him reverted to the army as a staff ser geant in the 8th Military District. In 1953, he was sent to the School for T/SGT. JESUS MODEQUILLO The sergeant persisted. Reserved Commission, graduating therefrom six months later as a first lieutenant in the Reserve Force. Since then, he had been on active duty at the III MA until he was as signed to San Carlos. Sgt. Pablo Papellero possesses a brilliant military record marked mainly by a speedy rise from a mere enlisted man in 1950 when he joined the army, to a non-commissioned officer that he is now. He was for merly attached to the III MA Quar ter Master Co. right after his enlist ment, and was sent to Quarter master School in 1952. He finished fourth in his class of 120 enlisted men, and returned to the III MA in Cebu right after. Having displayed by GERRY CREER, Jr. much brilliance at the Area, Sgt. Papellero was sent to the School for Reserve Commission wherefrom he graduated last October 1957. Sgt. Papellero hails from Toledo, Cebu. Married to the former An tonina Mariscal of Dalaguete of the same province, he has five children. .. THE USC ROTC UNIT GOES ON FOREVER . . . Sunday, September 28, 1958, was a red-letter day for all the ROTC Units of Cebu City. At ten o'clock in the morning, the Annual Joint Parade and Review in honor of the Commanding General, this time. Brig. Gen. Marcos G. "Steel" Soliman, took place at the (Continued on page 34) Page 16 THE CAROLINIAN 1ESUS CKKISG, •B'J) DAG (DRE GOD, CAKES UDCO KICDSEEF CHE DACUKE OF A SEAUE. And it came to pass that in those days there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus, that the whole world should be enrolled. This enrolling was first made by Cyrinus, the governor of Syria. And all went to be enrolled, every one into his own city. And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city Nazareth into Judea, to the city of David, which is called Bethlehem: because he was of the house and family of David. To be enrolled with Mary his espoused wife, who was with child. And it came to pass, that when they were there, her days were accomplished that she should be delivered. And she brought forth her first-born son, and wrapped him up in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn. And there were in the same country shepherds watching and keeping the night-watches over their flock. And behold an angel of the Lord stood by them, and the brightness of God shone round about them, and they feared with a great fear. And the angel said to them: Fear not; for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, that shall be to all the people; For: This day is bom to you a Saviour, who is Christ the Lord, in the city of David. And this shall be a sign unto you: You shall find the infant wrapped in swaddling clothes, Z( and laid in a manger. / AND THEY COME WITH HASTE; AND THEY FOUND MARY AND JOSEPH, AND THE INFANT LYING IN THE MANGER, AND SEEING THEY UNDERSTOOD OF THE WORD THAT HAD BEEN SPOKEN TO THEM CONCERNING THIS CHILD. Luke: 1G-17. TRY ★ POETRY ★ POE Qffe (0s <00vn ... ft?/ JORGE RUBIO MANLIGAS The gleaming stars in the heavens transmit a splendor of unique light that lingers with the night's cold winds, this December eve. II Amidst the stars one is distinct whose rays of light gloriously bright outshine the rest with arrogance; for it has the power that is Thine — III It was so gleamy and steady for a while while they gazed upon it, they who admired radiance and had seen the grandeur of the life of a baby born in a manger. and t&e by DEMETRIO MAGLALANG The needles of the cold night wind Whizzed on the plains that winter night. Sneaking through the cracks of the stable walls. They stung His cheeks in their furious flight. Slightly His eyes opened and saw The Woman kneeling by. The tall Man standing still and calm, And the lambs softly bleating nigh. Then the eyes looked far beyond, And gazed with an all-seeing gaze Towards hitherto unfathomed depths, The depths of dim and distant days! rfnd t&ey Saw ... . The blood of children flowing in Rama’s plains. The mothers crying and wailing in the night; A gruesome headless body with bloodless veins Decaying in a dungeon without light; The pride of priests and pompous pharisees Swaying a drunken mob to undo the deed; The unbeliefs of the chosen in stormy seas, The helplessness of souls in the clutch of greed; The lepers' putrefying flesh, the ailing And the dying and the corpses strewn on the hills Of death and the fathers by the rivers wailing, Cursing their luckless plight and futile wills; A maddened populace that thirsts for blood. Their surging heads that seethed bubbles of hate Bursting from raging hearts in relentless flood. And they lead Him tumultuously through Halem's gate; A Man nailed on a cross on a mountain height, Lone and forsaken in the dimness of noon. Jeering crowds with hearts as black as the night That never saw the stars nor the light of the moon; Centuries of tears, of wolves and foxes wild Devouring the lambs in orgies of blood and sin, The innocent slaughtered and virgin maidens defiled With cries of shame and horror borne by the wind; The mockery of nations banded together in war In stark desecration of the Laws the Man had made, Their armies clashing in fields of battle and gore To destroy that which they all had built and laid Atoms bursting, cities falling, mankind dying In one tumultuous symphony of hate, The plains embraced by bleeding men, the mountains crying A grim and lonely dirge of death and fate! And for the first time — The Little Infant CRIED! DECEMBER, 1958 Page 25 POETRY ★ POETRY ★ POETRY First Stage by Gerardo R. Lipardo, Jr. i love you. I love you. my love, i love you. i do not beg lor answers yet just let me say wat i mean, just let me know that now you know that i love you. to know that you know is enough, my love. The Nativity by Felimon L. Fernandez A period of adoration December is. The earth glistens with hope. The Prophesied at last, comes to give wisdom. That reborn, we understand life . . . Residue by Pros. Lumayag A melody rose. I listened; its words entered into my heart. Then, it expired, leaving me: numbness and quiet, and mountains. Determination by Gradano T. Sing In the hour of darkness Silently I stand, Not worried by uncertainty. For here I am— With a life to accomplish— A man resolved . . . Lament by Dominador A. Almirante Lonely is the beggar's carol 'midst the chilly wind. His is one of those dying voices of gold, now we call thrash— The new hates the old ... Old man, I'm sorry ... by Jessie G. Cruzpero Do you feel the December wind? It's cold, yes. But not so . . . See the talahib nod, They concur in what I say. Do you hear the December wind? It whispers: Peace on earth, The Saviour is born. What Life Requires by Eplmaco Densing, Jr. On air a bird can't fly without the feathers on its wings; Into empyrean man can't soar without hardship and toil. As feathers of birds are great and small, so are man's hardships and toils. As the feathers are light man's difficulties, bearable. Page 26 THE CAROLINIAN Good Morning, Father! (Continued from page 15) to remember that he must be serv ing God, let us take a look at the lighter side ol his life. Endless hours by the hot stove may give way to the brotherly banter and refreshing splashes of the novitiate pool at the end of the day, or a tiresome day at the sewing machine is lightened by an evening's discussion of the Ateneo's triumphs and humiliations in the NCAA tournament or a Brother may spend his week checking and shelving impersonal and dusty tomes, and find time to relax with Beethoven via hi-fi on a Sunday afternoon. And like any young man, he has his hobbies, too. In the short hour before sunset, you will find a Bro ther who is an ex-soldier among his plots of zinnias. Or you will find an other Brother absorbed in exper imenting with his transistor burglar alarm, while still another is busy feeding his pet, a white barn-owl. There you have a brief sketch of the Jesuit Brother, a man who lives an ordinary life like you and the fellow who rubs elbows with you along Magallanes St., but an ordi nary life dedicated to a superna tural motive. To the Catholic whose religion begins and ends with Sun day Mass, the Brother does not cut an impressive figure, for he is neither scholar, preacher nor dis penser of sacramental gifts. But to the man who appreciates Jesus' thirty years in Nazareth doing the ordinary and unnoticed work of a carpenter, the life is more than just worth living. If therefore, "Good morning. Father'' has been an indication of the Catholic reverence for the Priest, may a more enlightened apprecia tion of the unseen values and the deeper supernatural spirit of our re ligion find expression in "Good afternoon. Brother!'" # Never hate, and yet know how to fight. ANDRE MAUROIS There is no going to heaven in a sedan. ENGLISH PROVERB Caroliniana... (Continued from cover 2) the best answer to stop the communist rampage and with both arming themselves with deadly ammunition and high-intensity nuclear weapons, the devastation of our planet does not seem impossible. And so today, as we celebrate the Nativity, let us look forward to Christmas not only as a red-letter day in the calendar or as a time to commemorate an age-old tradition in terms of parties and dances—as we usually do—but, above all, as an occasion to seek Divine Guidance with more seriousness and greater determination so that He in His goodness will preserve this world for us and for the generations that are yet to come. The new Superior General of the Society of the Divine Word, Very Reverend John Schuette, is an acquaintance whom we have missed so much since he left us after a short sojourn in San Carlos. His amiability and friendly disposition have won the hearts of many a Carolinian so that they now look forward to meeting him again next year if possible. The last semestral vacation was not as uneventful as it used to be. USC played host to two prominent SVD Fathers who crossed 10,000 miles of ocean to visit San Carlos after missing her for almost eight years. The personages were :Reverend Father Ralph Thyken. National Director of SVD Schools in the United States, and Father Frintz, Treasurer-General of the Society of the Divine Word. Father Ralph, as you must know, has been closely linked with the growth and development of the University. To Carolinian scholars abroad, his name is synonymous with the American "dollar'' for they get their subsidy through Father Ralph. We have so many things to thank Father Ralph for. . but it was just unfortunate that he came here when the off-season had already started. DR. CAMILLA LOW The Faculty of the Graduate School has been boosted by the presence of Dr. Ca milla Low, a Doctor ol Education, from the University of Wisconsin, who is here on a "Sabbatical leave.'' She arrived in Cebu City on November 11 to undertake a guest professorship on invitation of the University of San Carlos. An authority on guidance and curricu lum development. Dr. Low hails from Wis consin. To her credit are the following degrees and honors: B.A. Magna Cum Laude in Smith College, which earned for her the privilege to become a member of the Phi Beta Kappa; M.A. in the University of Michigan and Doctorate in Education (Guidance and Curriculum) in Stanford University, No mean penpusher herself, she has frequently contributed to leading educa tional publications in the United States and has authored a handbook entitled "The Child and the Community" plus several other articles in professional journals on guidance and developmental needs. In the United States, she held the following positions: President of the National Association for Student Teaching in the United States for two years, director of various summer workshops in guidance and curriculum for in-serve teachers and supervisors, and consultant to schools and school systems in various states. On the work of her fellow educators in the United States, Dr. Low made the following remark: "We are trying to see if we can help boys and girls make a good contribution to a democratic form of government and at the same time (Continued on page 33) DECEMBER, 1958 Page 27 by &,oa.n$eQ.ine. JL. 2e. /Daulla. I LIVE in the heart of the city where neighbors are as plentiful as ants in a cup of sugar. We have neighbors to the left of us, neigh bors to the right of us, neighbors at the back of us. We also have neigh bors under us. And I have yet to learn to love one of them! Take Panyang. She runs the cor ner tienda. Yabut doesn't hold a candle to her. She can talk for hours and hours on any conceivable sub ject. If a talkathon were sponsored here, she'd easily romp away with the first prize. She knows her neigh bor from A to Z. What dress did Ceding wear Wednesday night (which explains the scratches on his face)? How much does Iko owe her store? Why does Rose's 12-year old daughter have Occidental fea tures? She'd know. Why! she would beat Quejada on a TV show! There is Mr. and Mrs. Flores. They're the "mostest' in our neigh borhood. And they would not let you forget that. Whenever "Mrs." goes to market, she always stops in front of Ankay's (her arch enemy) house and calls back loudly to her children, "What do you want for dinner?" "Fried chicken, torta and adobo," they'd shout back. They own the biggest and loudest hi-fi set. With her two teen-age sons, you will go crazy listening to "I don't want to be a tiger," or "Let's have a party..." You will hear them first thing in the morning; last, at night. Sometimes I have the urge to get a big, big stone and smash it right through the set. Manang Cencia, our back-yard neighbor, has eleven children. The oldest is only twelve years old. Theirs is a slaughterhouse and pig gery combined. There's bedlam the whole day through. When every body is in, you would think Beirut is nearby. When Manang Cencia is at her rope's end (which is always) she would scream at them and curse them. And all of a sudden, all's quiet on the front. They had retreated—to our house. And with them is the debris of the battle — mud, broken toys, bread crumbs, bubble gums. They jump and jump on our chairs, they turn on and off our lights, they draw on our walls, they explore every nook and corner of the house. If I had a machine gun, I'd gladly fix it on them. We have our own version of Ma rilyn Monroe too. Marilou (Iyay was her pre-war monicker, I was in formed) stages a one-woman fashion show every day. She is complete from shorts to the sack. Her dresses are always the latest vogue. But sadly her figure remains the old model. Her curves are in the wrong places. Inspite of this, she daringly wears pencil-cut dresses which make her look more of an ink bottle. Now adays it's the sack dress, which makes her just like that — a sack. A slight drizzle is excuse enough to put on that fireman-red sweater which shows her to advantage. When you see her move about and oscillate those hips, you have had a complete course in anatomy. When you're looking for a leading lady for a tear jerker, get our new neighbor, Loling. She's A-l in this line. Like yesterday. She had hardly begun' her story when she at once burst into a flood of tears. They had nothing for breakfast. And they won't have any for dinner either. Last time it was her sick child. They could not bring him to the doctor for they were down to their last cent. Only when I reach for my purse will she stop sobbing. But look for her on pay day. You'll see her at the mahjjong table. And when her birthday comes (which is happily on the first of the month) she throws a party that would put Mesta to shame. But from the third to the end of the month, the family lives on her sob stories. Whenever you hear a drunken laugh or singing, that is Iyo Kulas. Trace that stinking smell to Iya Teo \Atine ria's pig pen. Watch out for your laundry on the clothesline for Fredo, Manang Mening's eldest son, 'has the habit of taking them, by mis take he says. A policeman came the other day to subpoena Mr. Rodriguez. The one who is so loveydovey with his wife. It seems he has another one in his hometown. We have many more neighbors and all of them are far from being the ideal one. Come to think of it, I am a neighbor too. Ever heard of exceptions to the rule? I am that — I hope. # Page 28 THE CAROLINIAN A “What’s in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet...” —Romeo & Juliet How MANY hours do the parents of a newly born child spend in thinking up a fitting name? I had seen a lady slap a ruffian; the latter called the former not by her name. In a short story writing class, names are studied as if they are parts of sputniks. I lass the name that you signed is a line from a beautiful love-song. Bandit and loose criminals frighten us poor peaceful citizens even by the sound of their names. Regular movie-goers swoon upon seeing the name of their favorite actress and actor at the introductory section of the film. Now, who says that there is nothing in a name? He who has no name will feel as if he does not exist at all. Who writes to him? Who cares to talk about him? The who-are-you question shall be ask ed, at least, until the end of this world. In any social gathering, there is always that Let-Me-Introduce-Myself-Or-This-Is-Miss Radcliffe custom. We can tell the nationality of a person by his name. Azim Khan and Shere Ali are Afghans. Of course, Daigo and Miyoshi are Japanese. Alan Smith? Oh-uh, he is an American. Spanish names and Fili pino names (our Moslem and pagan brothers except ed) have striking similarities. There is a present craze of "Americanizing" our names. Metyang is shortened to Mitzie; Bosyang to Babe, and Vitoy to Vick. (Vaporub?) One's name is his trade mark. In the literary world, writers who have established their names will find it very easy to publish even their prose works, while unknown ones who have fine compositions are rejected. A famous artist just wipes his brush on the It’s Hard to Remember THERE is no question about it. For rarely can you find a soul gifted with a retentive memory when it comes to remembering names. The sad thing about it is that it can plunge you into embarassment. Seldom do you pass a day without getting in touch with an old friend whom you've not seen in years, or a not-too-familiar acquaintance whom you met just a few days ago, and you forget his name. You tried in vain to recall it so as to make it easy for both of you to enjoy a lively long-time-no-see conversa tion. We often forget that our very seatmate "Kolasita" who really possesses a "school-girl complexion" needs a little attention because she, too, exists. And that young fellow in that corner, Restituto, the former Toto in our barrio, who now insists on being address ed as "Resty" is, by the way, also existing. To for get their names will draw biting comments from them that will make us think twice of our blood pressure. Strictly speaking we are not entirely to blame if we honestly forget our neighbor's name, but no matter what our reasons and excuses are, the offend ed party won't listen to them, but instead will always feel insulted and will not hesitate to point an accus ing finger at our face. He believes that it is a down right insults to forget one's sweet , name. Matter of Names 3unne @<™itsares canvas and labels it nonsensically. Before the paint dries, it becomes the big talk among the critics. A fa mous dressmaker also has only to design that which no saintly mind would try to conceive. Clothes-maniac will say it's a wonderful style. Then, no writer can even send a manuscript to any magazine with "Er nest Hemingway" written on the by-line, if he is not the most celebrated author of the twentieth century. Nor can anybody star in a stage-play in any of our remote barrios and be introduced as Marlon Brando or Cornell Borchers. Be careful, usurpation of names and surnames may give rise to an action for da mages and other relief. The law declares, "The em ployment of pen names or stage names is permitted, provided it is done in good faith and there is no in jury to third persons." The people whose ways of naming things, places and persons I admire very much are the American Indians. To them to give names is an Art. They use just the exact and wise method for it—symbolism. Have you heard of Sitting Bull? Some parents are not honest in giving names to their children. A friend of mine knows of a girl named Bella Linda whose physical and spiritual pro perties do not necessarily demand the double-name. There are those whose names are somewhat un lovely and ill-made, when they do not deserve them. Who wants to change his name? Well, she or he needs judicial authority. Changes of names must also be recorded in the civil register. Every moment, in some places, babies are born. Bells toll, parish priest are baptizing. They are those who will mock at or praise our names in the next generation. # 1 Names QlloJu>u, (jr. Once, hurrying to the library hall for the latest news in the austerity program, I "collided" with a girl in the doorway. We stared hard at each other and blamed each other like two angry huskies baring their molars. I could swear that I knew her but I couldn't recall her name. Our "cold war" terminated abruptly when she suddenly broke into a sweet smile. I make a hurried excuse and left the scene of the accident just in time to get the shock of my life. Why, she was the girl to whom I owed a couple of bucks for five years and of all things, and I never paid her! Until now, I don't remember her but I settled my obligation without a second thought. A friend of mine has his own way of remem bering names by an interrogative greeting like: "You're Ciriaca, no?" The usual answer will be "Yes" or lead to the giving of the name. It's an old approach, all right, but it works because you don't have to drum your head to recall his or her name. But my good friend discarded his method right after he got two nice black-eyes from a husky fellow whom he mistook for Marcos. This time my friend missed and made a terrible mistake. Now, things like these can happen to anybody. So do not forget the names of people you are supposed to know. # DECEMBER, 1958 Page 29 Christmas Vacation and • • • (Continued from, page 18) have a taste ol beauty ol the country life, the honey ol the bees, the sweet nectar ol the country Hower, the purity ol the country love, the faithfulness of country girls. On the other hand, city students who are not financially able to spend their vacation in the way mentioned above should better stay at home and help their parents. The girls can take over the household work of their mothers. The boys can look for petty jobs and earn petty cash to buy the small daily ne cessities, like petroleum, soap, vegetables, sugar, salt, water and other such things. They can, say, sell sweepstakes tickets and newspapers, or act as brokers or commission agents. The students from the province might go home to the province and spend their yuletide vacation there. And the boys must help their fathers in the farm, if not relieve them for a while of their work. They should take over their father's work in the house, as fetching water, cutting firewood, grazing the carabao and other such domestic animals as they may have. Then in the afternoon and on Sundays they can join with friends and go visiting, or playing or seeing views in the outskirts of the town, or just taking a promenade about the place. The girls should stay at home. They should do the laundering, the cooking, the house hold cleaning, and all other woman work in the house. But with all our enjoyments and occupations dur ing Christmas vacation, we shouldn't forget the good Lord God. We shall go to Mass. Say our Rosary. Visit the Blessed Sacrament. Make our Via Crucis. Remember that Christmastide should be wholly dedi cated to Jesus Christ the Lord Whose birthday we celebrate every Christmas. Offer ourselves and all our work during Christmas vacation as a birthday gift to Him. Then we will have spent our Christmas vacation wisely. # dbuL a Wem Qfaaz! On This Side Of It'S STILL the USC Golden Warriors against the UV Green Lancers! Some cage swamis might have wanted it otherwise but Hoophet has her own way, so let her have her way. The much awaited and long delayed showdown as to who is still King in local hoopdom, shall have been known by the time this paper comes out. The quest for the "Golden Fleece" of basketball shall have also been over for the title-seeking Warriors, the "mythical Jason" of local cagedom who have been in quest for glory for the last two years. Will they sow the "dragon's teeth"? Whether it's glory or bust for the Warriors let's leave it to god Hcophet to decide. The championship round of the CCAA basketball series started auspiciously for the Warriors when they ripped their perennial rivals from down C. Padilla, the CIT Wildcats 86-76. Five teams, UV, USC, CIT, USP and unsung SWC who was not even given a China man of a chance to survive the semi-final round earlier eliminated a favored but hapless CSJ crew and thus for the first time in years joined the elite round of five teams who mixed it up for the championship. THE CHAMPIONSHIP ROUND USC Warriors tame CIT Wildcats 86-76 The perennial rivals finally meet! Results, USC 86, CIT 76, the Wildcats at the short end of a lopsided bargain. CIT's fanatical cage followers dismissed their debacle with a disconcerted shrug of their shoulders adding, "if our star players were not only late in coming in, the results would have been different." Quite a good alibi but rather flimsy judging from the performance of both teams. The "monkey wrench" of Coach Dodong Aquino that tamed all the Wildcats was neither "Killer" Macoy, who was on a famine, nor "Sabrejet" Abejo. It was old reliable Peping Rogado whose 39-point binge, through his unstoppable and twisting lay-ups. Sum moning "Stonewall Jackson" would not have helped them any! The rout that was to come was not evident until the second-half. At the start of the second canto, redhot Rogado, defying all Wildcat sentinels in his way, started again on a scoring spree, 56-49, 5'54" of the second half. When Rogado got a breather, Reynes, Deen and Abejo, taking the cudgels for a restive Ro gado, took turns puncturing the CIT basket without let-up for a 9-point bubble, 76-67, 41" to go before buzzer time. Wildcat Sanchez countered on a foul, 76-68. Again Deen, Reynes and Abejo came to the rescue, 84-70, after a hook by Wildcat Go. Rogado and Escario exchanges ended the game, 86-76 for USC. USC Warriors rip SWC Cobras 81-64 Four successive "long beauty's", the last a whoop ing shot from mid-court all by ambidextrous Boy de la Cruz, for an 81-64 count buried the SWC Cobras for good, after a near free for all among "Killer" Macoy and Cobras "Patok" Naborte and Jorge Salatillo. The rhubarb, which certainly was uncalled for, fePagb 30 THE CAROLINIAN SPORTS DOM suited in the banishment from the game of Cobras Salutillo and Naborte. In a sluggish first half, USC's shocktroopers made shambles of SWC's defense through their slow driving penetration and occasional sorties for 35-30 count. The second frame opened with double twin deck ers by Warrior Ben Reyes and a Macoy lay-up, 41-31. Throughout the entire period, Coach Dodong Aquino fielded mostly his second stringers and marvelously they responded through the brilliant stewardship of skipper Deen for a fifteen-point lead 73-58, going into the last minutes of play. Then Warrior de la Cruz took over for a one-man show after the near fisticuffs. In basketball games, violent tempers usually flare up and sometimes even swinging fists take over in an arena which surely is not for boxing bouts. Some cage players just have the notion that a basketball stadium and a boxing arena are one and the same stuff! USC Warriors edge USP Panthers 78-76 Going into the homestretch drive for the cham pionship, the USC Warriors edged a stubborn pack of USP Panthers 78-76, in a decisive and crucial game that had everybody on their feet and guessing as to who will collapse and crack up in the last seconds of play. With the score standing at 76-75, lor USC, 28 seconds to go, USP took the ball after the ensuing jump ball, caused by befuddling feint Reynes' miss through a forced shot 30 ticks more to go. Reynes again kept USC hopes alive, fouling for possession and Panther Grafe converting a 76-all tie. USC takes the ball with Macoy laying up for a two-point dif ference 78-76 and the right for a showdown with UV for the title. THE CHALLENGE TO CHAMPIONS Below are five of the six USC Warriors who were chosen to form part of the Visayan Stars selection to represent Cebu in the "C to C" basketball series in Manila recently. Not in the picture is Agapito Rogado. Our own Coach Dodong Aquino was also designated mentor of the team by the CCAA top brass. The six were: Maximo Pizzaras, a former mainstay of the Holy Name College's BB team of Bohol; earned his spurs under the tutelage of Coach Dodong Aquino, a veteran of last year's intercollegiate tourney, served a short stint in the MICAA donning the uniform of CRISPA, a veritable undergoal hot shot and aims again to serve good old USC in the forthcoming intercollegiate tourney; Isidoro Canizares, the man mountain of local hoopdom, sparkplug of last year's USC Warriors in the CCAA campaign, threaded toes with All American Pete Brennan in the MICAA as a CRISPA stalwart, rebounding artist and has a springy, unstoppable jumpshot; Esmeraldo Abejo, a ball hawk of the first order, makes up for his low ceiling with a lightning speed in the court, serving his second year as a USC Warrior and aims to take the place to be vacated by skipper Danny Deen; Julian Macoy otherwise tagged in cagedom as the "Killer", master of the change pace, possesses an accurate booming jumpshot plus a slow driving but deceptive lay-up to boot, holder ol Pi's hoopdom re cord of 126 points, refused an offer by a well-known MICAA team to play in the recently concluded MICAA championship, but will give anything for a fried chicken; Agapito Rogado, a prodigious point earner when on and a stonewall of defense when off, a whiz at backboard recoveries despite his frail frame, once got the award as the most valuable player of the CCAA, aims to serve more years for the Green and Gold Warriors, and last but not the least. . . Danilo Deen, skipper of the Visayan Stars and USC Warriors, crown prince of the foul bait, lord of the one hand flip, a veteran of many cage campaigns, all around court man and a sportsman when playing on the hard court. # DEEN PIZZARAS CANIZARES ABEJO MACOY THE CHALLENGE TO CHAMPIONS DECEMBER, 1958 Page 31 BOOK • by Bro. W. Yam THE POPES ON YOUTH, by Raymond B. Fullam, S.J., N.Y., America press, 1956. 448p. • This is a survey of the whole field of youth formation in the light of Papal teaching in the form of excerpts from the encyclicals, ad dresses, and other documents of the last five Popes. These excerpts are logically arranged in four parts. First, the teaching authority of the Popes is established. Then, we have the right principles of youth forma tion. Thirdly, adults are reminded of their responsibilities. Lastly, the adverse influences of the world about us are taken into account. At the beginning of each chapter, Father Fullam sums up and gives a short commentary on what follows. At the end of the book, the research er and those interested in doing further reading on the subject are provided with five excellent guides: the Table of Papal Documents, the Collection of Source Materials, the Supplementary Reading on Youth Guidance, the Study Guide to Re lated Chapters, and lastly, the de tailed classified index. The youth of today are the citizens of tomorrow. How peaceful and Christian our country will be de pends on how well we bring up our youth today. Education, as used here, is not hemmed in by the four walls of the school. Seen from the Popes' point of view, it begins in the Christian home, continues in the classroom, and reaches out into the world-environment. And it is of the heart as well as of the mind, giving to youth a right sense of values. Both teachers and those preparing to be teachers will be interested in this book, for theirs is a vocation that, to a great extent, shapes our world. And men in public life and parents will find this book a sure guide for, education is the responsi bility not of teacher only but of all. } MOSCOW WAS MY PARISH, by Georges Bissonnette, A.A., N.Y., McGraw-Hill, 1956. 272p. • "You wili be the only clergyman in Moscow." These words of Father Brassard, Father Georges Bissonnette's predecessor, not only begin the book but also give us an idea of the extraordinary story which is told here. Father Bissonnette came to Moscow in early 1953 to replace Father Brassard as Chaplain to the American Embassy, and, since he was to be the only Catholic priest in Moscow's foreign community, be came its parish priest, too. His stay was a precarious one, and any little displeasure he should give to the Soviets might mean his expul sion from the country. This expul sion actually came in 1955, and with that ended the Catholic Church's contact with the center of the Com munist world. Reading this book is like listen ing to Father Bissonnette recount his experiences in familiar, convers ing tone, often with a touch of humor. This is the story of how his parish house atop a nine-story apartment building became a ren dezvous for hi-fi enthusiasts during free evenings when everybody brought his own beer, how he or ganized a hockey team of the U.S. Marines, even getting the U.S. Am bassador for a member, and of a host of other such projects he set up as morale booster of a confined community, and being, with St. Paul, "all things to all men" that he might lead them to Christ. About one half of the book is de voted to Father Bissonnette's travels to the Ukraine, to Soviet Central Asia, and to Georgian South Rus sia. It was a leisurely trip, with a couple of companions from the American Embassy to insure diplo matic immunity. The author was able to talk to the people along the road and tour old churches and monasteries and cities which THE LIFE OF HILAIRE BELLOC, by Robert Speaight, N.Y., Farrar, Straus & Cudahy, 1957 552p. • Napoleon heralded the nine teenth century with the rumbling of guns and his soldiers tramped all the way across Europe, victorious, until they froze in Moscow's snows. Then came Metternich's conservative Europe, and Bismarck's German em pire one after the other. By this time, the century's midpoint was passing by, and with it Liberalism was fizzling out, only to be succeed ed by Marx's Socialism. All this boiled up to an exploding point, and into this world of ferment Joseph Hilaire Pierre Belloc was born on July 27, 1870, in the peaceful village of La Celle St. Cloud, not far from Paris. Hilaire Belloc's life was by no means destined to be a peaceful one. Hardly had a month passed after his birth when the whole fa mily fled to Paris, thence to London. Prussia's military power crashed into France, and two months later, Na poleon III in humiliating defeat, sur rendered at Sedan. For this, Belloc seemed never to have forgiven Prus sia, so that in later life he always found occasion to castigate Prussia, no matter on what subject he hap pened to be discoursing. Belloc grew up in England. At seventeen, he left Cardinal New man's Oratory School, and before he turned twenty-two had traversed the United States, edited a short lived monthly, toured France as a (Continued on next page) foreigners seldom saw, in spite of the omnipresent MVD men shadow ing him. But the remarkable thing to note in this account is that it is free of resentment and of the flag waving tone of propagandists who write about their opposing camp. "Moscow Was My Parish" offers enjoyable and informative reading to all. jf Page 32 THE CAROLINIAN Cycling correspondent for Pall Mall, did a term of service in the French Artillery, and finally, came back to England and into Balliol through the sacrifices of his mother and the generosity of his sister. That was just the start of a long life full of controversy and disap pointments, and but to mention its bare outline would take a goodsized chapter in any book. Mr. Speaight gives us here not merely a chronological account of Belloc's life, but a study of the man and his ideas, his outspoken and sincere character, his talents and the pro duct of those talents, his lifelong ad versities and the magnanimity of soul and song with which he met them. For most students, the only con tact with Belloc is through literature books. Mr. Speaight gives us more than a literature. He presents at length Belloc's political ideas through five chapters. Belloc the historian is brought out, too, a historian whose business it was "to restate things as they were, to give the events of the past in their right order of emphasis. . ."(p. 409) Above all, Mr. Speaight presents to us a man who, though he drew little emotional consolation from his Faith, yet, through desolation at the loss of loved ones, through years of frugal living earned at the cost of hard work, through sustained and heated controversy, remained stead fast in his Faith ”.. .as a wounded dog not able to walk, yet knows the way home. . ." (p. 374) Besides enjoying a well-docu mented book on Belloc's life and ideas, the reader will find a beauti ful tribute, not longwinded, but a short and clear summation of the great life given in such a style as only Mgr. Ronald Knox can give — the panegyric preached at the Re quiem Mass for Belloc at Westmin ster Cathedral. And the complete bibliography of Belloc's works and works on Belloc at the end of the book will be useful to students who would want a broader acquaintance with the great man's achievement. # DECEMBER, 1958 SVD Superior-General Reverend Father John Schuette (with lei) arrives for sojourn In USC. (See story on page 27) Caroliniana... (Continued from page 27) gain personal satisfaction from every aspect of their lives. We want to help them enjoy their work, be good members of their families, know how to use their leisure time properly and happily and develop high standards of honesty and skills in working effectively with other people. These are some of our goals but we have a long way to go to achieve them per fectly. . ." She continued, “I rather imagine that Philippine educators are strug gling with the same problems." Of college education, Dr. Low has this to say: "We are trying in our college level education to stress the importance of combining general education with professional education. We believe that professionals and businessmen also need to be good citizens, good parents, and know how to manage their own lives wisely—and therefore that a broad background in the area of the social sciences and the humanities is as important to them for living as the education which has to do with helping them earn a living." (Continued on page 34) Father Ralph Thyken (center), National Director of SVD Schools in the United States, poses with USC Fathers and Dean Felaex at the latter’s residence. (See story on page 27) Page 33 Caroliniana... (Continued from page 33) Dr. Low has visited Europe but this is her first time to come to the Far East and also her first teaching stint outside of the United States. She will stay in San Carlos until mid-February of next year. We fervently hope that Dr. Low will find her stay in San Carlos a pleasant and me morable one. A bundle of orchids goes to the following USC graduates who re cently hurdled the Board Examination for the Practice of Chemistry in the Philippines: Letecia Tolentino, Milagros Salido, Indalecia Tio, Felicidad Ferenal and Rizalinda Pato. All of them are teaching chemistry this semester. Successful chemistry examinees (1-rJ Letty Tolentino, Milagros Salido, Indalecia Tio, Felicidad Ferenal, and Rixalinda Pato, take oath before examiner Atty. Prospero Manuel. We are very grateful to Atty. Catalino M. Doronio, of the College of Liberal Arts and Sciences, for obliging us with his picture while he was delivering his address to the delegates of the Third National Convention of Spanish Teachers and Professors on October 2-4, 1958. Atty. Doronio represented the University of San Carlos in that convention. USC's Atty. Catalino M. Doronio addresses the Third National Convention of Spanish Teachers and Professors. The College of Law has organized recently a sort of a counselling body which will furnish legal advice to any student who needs it. They call it the USC Legal Aid Bureau. This Bureau is a duly constituted body composed of carefully selected students in the third and fourth years of the College of Law of the Uni versity. Its main purpose is to offer legal advice to all Carolinians and render legal aid and assistance to them. It is equipped with an efficient adviser, a law professor, who is ready to respond to the call for help in cases of special difficulty. So, if you have any problem that needs legal advice, just consult the USC Legal Aid Bureau and you can get it free of charge (?). jf ROTC Reports (Continued from page 16) III MA parade grounds with ten dif ferent ROTC Units participating. Departing from the old method of arrangement by companies, and following the new pentomic concept of the army, the parade went on its way with a series of combat teams of several infantry batallions in mass formation, and with one Artillery Battallion, all under the over-all command of a Commander of Troops. San Carlos showed its wares on the occasion with the designation of Cdt. Col. Anthony Sian, Commander of the Second Combat Team, Cdt. Lt. Col. Leopoldo Mercado, Com mander of the Second Infantry Batallion. The affair culminated with a pro gram at which our Commandant Capt. Jose M. Aquino was given'the distinct privilege of introducing the honoree, Brig. Gen. Marcos G. "Steel" Soliman, to the public. In his speech, the General stressed the point that "the army needs intelligent people, not merely ro bots. A cadet should not only master ROTC but should also be proficient in his academics, for war is won not only by the use of force, but also by the use of the brain.” $ Page 34 THE CAROLINIAN jfor 9 Single, Wnifieb X'mag Celebration • Year by year, bit by bit we are losing the spirit of Christmas. And I'm afraid that this coming Yuletide shall be less happy than the preceding one. There are many causes for this. One is the wrong attitude which some of us have taken towards Christmas: That it is a money-making season. Another is the breaking down of our financial state. To reacquire that fragant Christmas of long ago, we have, I think, to listen to its message now with the ears and hearts of little children; I also suggest that, since we do like to spend money on Christmas, the gaiety shall be made a one-day affair. It shall begin from the eve of the 24th and end on the following day. A single, unified cele bration in order to minimize expenses. Isabelo de los Santos, College of Law !3n Cscape • Christmas is an occasion when men will have a break from all kinds of worries and feel that in the world there are many beautiful things worth living for. Christmas caroling, visiting friends, and going to church at cockcrow are the activities of the season. Parents go out shopping to buy gifts for their children, relatives, and loved ones; and prepare some special things to eat: lechon, cake, puto, bibingka, etc. The giving and receiving of gifts makes Christmas distinct from other affairs. Alfredo H. Belocura, College of Commerce (&oobne£te of €brist • Once upon a time, heaven was closed and the world was a horrid vision fo behold. Man was a sinful restless creature that ruled the earth. He was drunk with power and wealth. Then Christ came. As a result, heaven's door swung open and man was retransformed to the very likeness of God. Years rolled on. Christmas came and passed. Today, man is an ungrateful, wretched creature that rules the earth. He plays with power and adores wealth. He plunges himself to utter despair and commits suicide. But God is merciful. Christmas will continue to come and pass, and man can still be saved. Joseflno Tapia. College of Liberal Arts & Sciences CfjriStmaS Greetings to ttje fetaff • A school's official publication represents the very institution itself. Those who fill the staff are the select ed few from the student population who distinguish themselves in the journalistic field. I can say with pride that the Carolinian, when compared with other school publications outshines (Continued on page 38) Womt: The Human Question Mark No, Virginia, you don’t understand me and you never can. How could you? You are just a five-year-old little girl. You never understand ivhy some people laugh and others cry, why some are silent and others extra-talkative — no, you don’t understand — you don’t even understand zvhy I have to write you now. It is precisely for this reason, Virginia, why I must write you. I like to write to people who don’t understand for 1 am one of them. I, myself, do not understand so many things in this world. You belong fo the so-called fair sex, Virginia, but you’re still young and simple. One day you will grow up to become the complicated woman I am now wondering about. I don’t understand, for instance, why women have murdered their Maria Clara heritage by wear ing trousers (they call them jeans or '‘toreadors’’) and cutting their long, trailing hair too short (they call it “Italian cut”) when it will only make them look more like men than women. Of course, they look cute just the same but I wonder how aging Grandpa, even with, his pair of spectacles, would be able to differentiate a female from a male a few yards away. And those high heels. How dignified and wellpoised are women who walk on them. They are more fascinating than ever. But how unfair to increase their heights by “inches!” Where will the men beloiv five feet be? Imagine how short fellows like Mickey Rooney developed heartaches and how another short individual named Napoleon Bonaparte outlatved all high-heeled shoes in the world. Tell me, Virginia: why do women change their styles so often? Is it because they are so fickle? I can’t understand, Virginia. I just can’t. Today they inflate their skirts like ba'loons and spreading umbrellas (which give them that “turkey look”); tomorrozv they will trim them so tight they can hardly walk like human “pencils”). Diet controls those “vital statistics” (36-24-36), only to find the fashion scene drastically changed to the shapeless “sack.” Oh, but men don’t care, Virginia. Honestly, they don’t. Whether women’s hair is shorter than Elvis Pres'ey’s or women dress themselves as if they had misappropriated their father’s pair of pants; whether they make their skirts look like falling parachutes, or trim them like sharpened pencils or dump their bodies inside a sack — men don’t mind. They don’t mind women painting their faces, if only to see the finished art that sends their (Continued on paye 38) DECEMBER, 1958 Page 35 (Htyrtstmas by Fr. John Vogelgescmg, S.V. D. i THE CHRISTMAS STORY No OTHER feast in all the eccle siastical year exerts so universal an attraction as Christmas. It appeals to the hearts of young and old alike. It is the one occasion in the entire year when those who have passed from the carefree days of childhood to the sober, solemn days of man hood, return once more — if only for a few brief moments — to the joyous spirit of their youth. Christ mas makes all of us children once again. But the magic that is Christmas works still another bewitching ef fect. It breaks down the social barriers that separate class from class. In quiet, wondering proces sion it leads the rich and the poor, the rulers of this world and the ruled, to the foot of the crib. There at the manger, where the King of Kings and Lord of Lords lies a weak and helpless Babe, all men meet in silent, humble adoration. The first Christmas, celebrated on the wind-swept hills of Bethlehem, was like that. Two processions, of vastly different kinds, made their way to the crumbling cave where the God of Heaven found scant shelter when there was no room for Him in the inn. One procession—the first to come — was made up of the very poorest of the earth's poor — humble shep herds from the surrounding hill country. In this preference the poor of every age have liked to see a symbol of God's predilection for the poor. Saint Luke has given us so vivid a description of the midnight march of the shepherds to the Babe that was their God that we can do nothing better than quote it here word for word. "In that same district there were shepherds In the field, keeping the night-vigils over their flock. And an angel of the Lord stood by them, and the glory of the lord shone round about them, and they were exceedingly afraid. And the angel said to them: "Fear not! far behold, I bring you good tidings of a great Joy which shall be to all the peoples; because today there is born for you In the town of David a Saviour, Who Is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign for you: you shall find a Babe wrapped In swaddling clothes and ly ing in a manger." Then suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God and say ing: Glory to God in the heights of heaven, And on earth peace to men of good will. And when the angels had withdrawn from them into heaven, the shepherds said to one another: Let us go over to Bethlehem and see this event which has come to pass, which the Lord has made known to us. They accordingly went with all speed, and found both Mary and Joseph, and the Babe lying in the manger. Then, having seen him, they made known the message spoken to them concerning the Child; and all who heard wondered at these things told to them by the shepherds. But Mary kept all these things In memory, reflecting upon them in her heart. The shepherds then returned glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen, as It had been announced to them. The second procession was much grander than the first and far more impressive. From the fabled lands ol the Orient, so rich in mystery, there came Wise Men seeking the new-born King of the Jews. How magnificent their retinue was, we do not know. Saint Matthew, to whom we are indebted for this item, is quite matter-of-fact in his descrip tion of it. Jesus, then, having been born in Bethlehem of Judea in the days of King Herod, behold, wise men from the East arrived in Jerusalem, Inquiring: where is He who is born King of the Jews? For we have seen His star In the East, and have come to worship Him. Now when King Herod heard this, he was in consternation, and all Jerusa lem with him; and assembling all the chief priests and authorities of the nation he Inquired of them where the Christ was to be born. In Bethlehem of Judea, they assured him: for so It is written by the pro phet: And thou, Bethlehem, Judea’s land Art in no way least among the Princes of Judah, For out of thee shall come a Leader So, over here in India we keep His Birthday foo. Just as all His dear children in other countries We have our glorious sunshine; we have our We have the BABE of Mary, the carols and the psalms! do. waving palms; Who shall shepherd my people Israel. Then Herod, having privately sent for the Wise Men, Inquired of them the exact time of the star's appearance. He then sent them to Bethlehem, say ing, Go, and carefully Inquire after the Child; and when you have dis covered Him, report to me, so that Itoo, may come and worship Him. Having heard the King, they proceeded on their way, when, behold, the star which they had seen In the East went before them, until It came and rested above where the Child was. And when they saw the Star, they rejoiced with exceedingly great joy. And having entered the house they saw the Child with Mary His Mother; and they fell down and worshipped Him. They then opened their treasure-chests and pre sented to Him gifts—gold, frankincense myrrh. Then, warned In a dream vision not fo return fo Herod, they depart ed to their own country by another road. Such was the first Christmas. Years later, when the wing-footed messengers of the Gospel had told everywhere the charming story of the first Christmas, its utter simpli city captivated the hearts of men. The thought of the Holy Virgin and her chaste Spouses, wandering the crowded streets of Bethlehem seek ing welcome shelter from the night, touched a responsive chord in the hearts of Catholics. In various ways they endeavored to keep alive the memory of that somber scene and its glorious aftermath. Here in the Philippines we also have our Christmas tradition. The customs peculiar to our celebration go back to the days of the Catholic Spaniards who first brought the Faith to our shores. In some places in the Islands the midnight proces sion that commemorates the futile search of Mary and Joseph for shelter will take place. It will end in the Church just before the Midnight Mass begins. Here homes will be decorated with festive garlands and brilliantly colored paper stars. Our hearts are larger on Christmas day and class distinctions are momen tarily forgotten. And so, although our celebration here in the tropics may lack many of the things people of other and colder climes spontaneously asso ciate with the feast of Christmas, we can still say that we too have the essentials of Christmas. With the Indian poet we too can sing: Page 36 THE CAROLINIAN II THE POETS AND CHRISTMAS Perhaps no other event in the world's long history has called forth so much genuine poetry and simple verse as the Birth of the world's Re deemer on the first Christmas Day. This is only natural, for where can one find a more poetic or a more inspiring scene than that in the wayside stable of Bethlehem? The shabby stable, the dumb beasts of the field — the stolid ox and the stubborn ass — a man and a woman bowed low in reverent adoration, and on a bed of straw "the Great Little One," the Lord of Heaven and Earth. There is more poetry in that picture than all the world's poets shall ever be able to fathom. But different aspects of that holy scene have inspired the poets in different ways. One is charmed by the presence of the beasts — the ox, the ass, the lamb. Another finds mystery and deep meaning in the Infant in the crib. Still another tries to fathom the emotions that welled up in the hearts of Mary and Joseph, while yet another is intrigued by the hardy shepherds trooping down the wind-swept hills to find the Child in the crib. But whatever facet of the mystery captivates the poet, he strives to express his emotions in fluent verse. There is, for instance, the German poet who imagines the ox and ass and lamb in solemn conversation with the Child in the crib. To Him they address the following delight ful words: Infant, see us three. Joyfully we come to Thee. Singing songs In tones all true — Lambkin, ox and donkey too. Infant, pity men — Make the earth to glow again — Give to men Thy grace today — And to us some grass and hay! Little shepherd dear, Following Thee men need not fear; Guide them with Thy strong right hand To their heavenly fatherland. The last stanza expresses the very hope of the Christmas feast. Christ has become Man that all men might find their way back to God through Him. The winsome Babe in the crib has impressed other poets. What did the Child see as He first opened His wondering eyes on that clear Dec ember night? An English poet thinks the Infant Christ saw the following: Three fair windows Had the stable shed Where Our Lord Jesus First made His bed. Through the first window What sight to see? All the lights of Bethlehem Twinkling merrily. Through the next window What sight on high? Shepherds on the hilltop, Angels In the sky. Through the last window What sight afar? Wise Men and camels Led by a star. Perhaps the truth of the matter is most succinctly told in the last two lines of the entire poem where the poet says: Through the golden window God looks on God. For the Babe in the manger is God's own Son. That is why another German poet cannot suppress the many questions stimulated by this strange scene. They beat against the mind and demand an answer: Who is the Babe upon the straw Who fills the cave with brightsome awe? Oh, such a lovely Infant dear From heaven only can appear. The noble lady kneeling by And gating with enraptured eye? The Virgin Mary It must be Whose heart Is filled with holy glee. That man who stands like guardian true And looks aloft to heaven's blue? That is Saint Joseph full of joy To see the lovely, heavenly Boy! Amazed at what he sees the poet can only exclaim: All praise to Thee, O tiny Mite, Who makes our earth so warm and bright! On Mary's lap thou art so small. Yet Thou art He who governs all! And what about the Virgin Mother whose Child lies upon the bed of straw? What feelings surge through her virginal heart? What joy and happiness does she ex perience? Again the poet draws aside the veil for us. He sings: O’er the holy manger bending. Where upon His bed of hay, Her celestial Babe was lying In the dawning Christmas day. Stood the Mother fair to see. Lost In joy and jubilee. Oh, what glorious exultation Through her sinless bosom thrilled; What felicity unbounded All her soul and being filled; Gating on her glorious Son, Perfect God and Man in one. But the "glorious exultation that through her sinless bosom thrilled" did not make her forget the tender obligations of her motherhood. When her Infant cried, because the night air was cold, she covered Him ten derly and, again according to a German poet, sang a lilting lullaby until He fell asleep. To little angels from on high. Come, hither fly! Help us lull our Babe to sleep, Here In the Crib! Oh, sing and sigh A tender lullaby, Sing a tender lullaby. Ye goodly shepherds on your way, Come in, I pray. And let the lambkin full rejoice At your clear voice! Oh, sing and play And make my lambkin goy — Make the tender lambkin gay! Sometimes the Virgin Mother would call her spouse, Saint Joseph, to help in caring for the Child, as the following verse indicates: Joseph dear, oh, Joseph mine. Help me rock the Babe Divine, Rich reward God will assign — He will be thine — This Son of Virgin Mary. His Son who has appeared today — Appeared today in Israel — As was foretold by Gabriel. Ila, e|a, Jesus Christ is born to us of Virgin Mary. One could go on for pages, quoting poet after poet, and still our curiosity would not be satisfied. There would always be something new to find in the sweet mystery of Christmas. This inexhaustible richness of the Christ mas mystery the poets have also celebrated in their works, like the one who wrote: We know the words the angels sang To shepherds long ago, But how the heavenly music rang As yet we may not know. We, too, beneath the starlight keen The windy hills have trod, But never yet around us seen The very light of God. Yet year by year we take the way The shepherds took before, Heart-guided by the daullng ray From out the stable door. We know already on the way Him to whose crib we go. But what His smile tonight will say We never can foreknow. God grant that on this Christmas night, 1958, the smile of the Infant Christ may once again say to all the world "Peace on earth to men of good-will." ft DECEMBER, 1958 Page 37 Dear Virginie^ (Continued prom page 35) pulses lacing. So whatever women are up to, men don’t, really mind as long as they remain the sweet and fair creatures who make us run around in circles. Here’s what a puzzled fellow said about them: “Women, like accounting, are difficult to un derstand, more difficult to master! If you whistle at them they’ll say you’re a wolf; if ’you don’t, you’re beauty-blind. If you grant their wishes, you are a sap; if you don’t, you are a skunk. (Oh heavens!) Criticize them, you are a woman-hater; praise them, you’re a flatterer. If you take ad vantage of an opportunity, you’re not a gentleman; if you don’t, you’re not a man. Ahh. woman!” Then, this same haughty fellow added: “Women have a passion for mathematics. They divide their ages by 2, double the price of their dresses, treble their husband’s salaries, add '> years to the ages of their best friends”. “Maybe it’s a good thing men don’t understand women. Women understand women and don’t, like them,” but we do! Conf usingly yo u rs, V. 2tujana From Our Readers .... (Continued from paye. 35) most of them as gold does silver. Credit goes to the well-deserving writers of its staff. With the hope that the staffers continue their good work of upholding the reputation of our school paper, it is therefore but fitting and proper that we greet them on this season with a heartfelt Merry X'mas. —Dominador A. Almirante, College of Law laurels, for tije Council • Congratulations and thanks to President John Henry Renner Osmena for his brilliant and precedent-setting achievement which we, cadets, welcome with joy and open hearts, namely, the limiting of the ROTC drill to the pres cribed three hours. He could not have given us a better Christmas gift. — Roy Yballe, College of Liberal Arts and Sciences Cfjrtet &tiU 13 Stranger • So many of us now think and talk of Christmas in terms of the excitement had, the number of shindigs thrown, the gallons, and the kick of whiskey con sumed. And so, notwithstanding the one thousand five hundred and fifty eight years that have passed, Christ is still a stranger in most human hearts. Will He remain a stranger forever? Man, think! — Sunday Lavin, College of Commerce Pangulong Tudlmg. LUWALHATI SA DIYOS SA KATAAS - TAASAN NOON ay isang kaayaaya at maginaw na hatinggabi. Kinakandong ang papawirin ng isang malalim na katahimikan. Yao'y gabing napuspos ng kaluwalhatian, gabing naging dakila sa lahat nang gabi, sapagkat sa gabing yao'y isinilang sa daigdig ang Manunubos ng sangkatauhan. Ang Diyos na Manu nubos ay isinilang sa isang labangan sa loob ng isang kulungan ng mga hayop sa liwasan ng Belen. Hamak na kulungan! Bakit ito ang pinili ng makapangyarihan sa lahat? Sapagkat tinanggihan siya ng Kanyang mga dinathan. Tulad ng sinasabl sa ebanghelyo ni San Juan (1, 11): "Dumating Siya sa sariling Kanya at Hindi Siya tinanggap ng Kanya na rin". Bawa't bahay panuluyan at tahanang kinatukan ng mga magulang ng Manunubos ay nagbigay ng karaniwang tugon: "Wala na kaming lugal para sa inyo". Yaon balana ang kasaysayan ng unang pasko. Ngayon ay pasko na naman, matapos ang isang libo, siyam na raan, at limampu't walong taon mula nang maganap ang unang pasko. Napapalamutihan ang papawirin ng malalambing at nakapipigil-hiningang awiting pamasko. May matatamis na ngiting gumuguhit sa pisngi ng marami, na sinasabayan ng moligayang pagbabatian: "Maligayang pasko sa iyo — gayun din naman sa iyo". Ano pa't kung igagala ninyo ang inyong pa ningin sa paligid-ligid ay maraming bagay na matatambad sa inyong mga mata na karaniwang nagaganap sa araw na ito. Kung sakaling hindi kayo maghihikap o magliliwaliw ay papaglakbayin na lamang ninyo ang inyong gunita sa lahat ng sulok ng ating lunsod, o kaya'y sa buong sangkapuluan o sa sandaigdigan. Sasagi sa inyong gunita ang matutunog na halakhakan ng mga taong naglalasing sa ligaya: "Mga kasama, sumayaw kayo, kumain kayo, uminom kayo hanggang makakaya, minsan lamang sa isang taon ang pasko". Sa mga taong aking binanggit ay lipos ng kasiyahang lumilipas ang araw na ito. Ang sumagunita ninyo'y ang maliligaya. Nguni't lahat kayang tao'y maligaya sa araw na ito? Gunitain ninyo ang mga dukhang dumaraing sa karalitaan, yaong mga nararatay sa banig at sakbibi ng pait at hapdi ng karamdaman, yaong mga pinalugmok ng masamang kapalaran at humantong sa pagkaunsyami ng kanilang mararangal na pangarapin, yaong mga pinag-uusig sa mga bansang kumunista sapagkat sila'y nananalig na ang kalayaa'y itinalaga ng Diyos sa sangkatauhan, at sa ganito'y matatalastas ninyong ang pasko'y hindi araw ng pagsasaya para sa lahat nang taong nabubuhay sa ibabaw ng daigdig. Ano ngayon ang tunay na kahulugan ng araw na ito sa sangkatauhan? Ito balana'y araw ng pasasalamat, pasasalamat sa Diyos sa pagkatupad ng Kanyang pangakong iligtas tayo sa apoy ng walang hanggang kamatayan. Ito'y araw ng pagtanggap sa Manunubos, sapagkat Siya'y kakatok sa inyong mga puso. Limutin ang inyong katatayuan, may wakas ang lahat nang bagay sa daigdig. Dukha man kayo o mayaman, maligaya o nahahapis ay buong-puso't kaluluwang ihandog ninyo ang in yong buhay sa maluwalhating paanan ng ating tagapagligtas. Mapapalad ang mga makagagawa nito sapagkat pasasakanila ang pagpapala ng Diyos. Sinasabi sa ebanghelyo ni San Juan (1, 12): "Datapwa't ang lahat nang tumanggap sa Kanya ay binigyan ng kapangyarihan na maging anak ng Diyos". Lalo pang malulubos ang katuwaan ng Diyos na Manunubos kung kahit miminsa'y buong taimtim ninyong masasambit sa sarili:" Luwalhati sa Diyos sa kataas-taasan at sa lupa'y kapayapaan sa mga taong may mabuting kalooban." * Page 38 THE CAROLINIAN PlfcllPI M O TEODORO AMPARO BAY, Patnugot Calami c 4iau) ni Patricio J. Dolores Balang araw na magdaan, ikaw tao’y lumalapit Sa duklay ng kamatayang sa palad mo’y nakaguhit. Balahg araw, ikaw tao’y mahinahong hinihigit Ng tadhanang magdaraya, at panahong sakdal lupit. Balang araw na magdaan ay isang dahong napigtas Sa tangkay ng buhay mo at sa lupa ay nalaglag. Araw na di-magbabalik yaong araw na lumipas Araw yaon na binawi niyong Diyos na mataas. Balang araw........ Balang araw ikaw’y saan paroroon? Ano ang kahihinatnan ng buhay mong hawak ngayon <* Ang katawan mong lupa ay sa lupa rin ibabaon. At ano pa?. . .ano pa kaya kung makaraan yaon? Balang araw, ikaw tao’y sadyang kusang mamamatay, At doon ka tatabunan sa hukay na pitong dangkal, Sa gusto mo at sa ayaiv ikaw tao’y huhukuman Ng Diyos na Panginoon ng lupa at kalangitan. At ano pa balang araiv ang dapat kayang hintayin Kung matapos mahukuman ang masama’t ang magaling ? Katuwaan sa nagtapat at pighati sa nagtaksil, Ang buhay na walang hanggan, ang pagsumikapang kamtin. Balang araw. . .ah! Wala nang araw sa dako pa roon. Walang bukas at kahapon, walang lakad ang panahon. Walang oras ang umaga, ang tanghali’t pati hapon. Walang oras ng pagtulog, ivalang oras ng pagbangon. Kaya tao sino ka many matalino o maalam I tong payong mabanayad ay huwag mong kaligtaan, Pagka’t tunay na maigsi ang angkin mong buhay Ang hibla ng hininga mo’y gagabuhok kung turingan. Habang ikaw ay may lakas magtipon ka at magsimpan, Nang mayroong maisulit kung dumating na ang araw; At huwag mong aksayahin ang panahon mo at buhay Sa paghanap ng ligaya, mga puri’t karangalan. Pilitin mong matulong sa kapwa mo’t kasamahan Pagsikapang makagawa ng mabuti at mainam, Tulungan ang naghihirap, aliwin ang nalulumbay, Tanglawan ang nasa dusa’t maysakit ay kaawaan. Kapag ito’y natupad mo, umasa kang magkakamit Ng koronang maluningning, gantimpalang makalangit. At tandaang balang araiv ikaw’y kusang mabubulid Sa duklay ng kamatayang sa palad mo’y nakaguhit. tyaiiiaskocui Tyula PAL RHET MADELO Sa matuling pagkalagas ng araw at mga buwan Ang Disyembre ay muli pang sa daigdig ay dumatal; May hatid na pagbabago sa puso't diwa ng tanan, At may dulot na ligayang tila walang katapusan. Ano pa nga at ang lahat, nabihis ng bagong mithi, Kinandong ng katuwaan at nilisan ng pighati; Alitan ng bawa't isa ay naglahong dagling-dagli, Pinatawad ang may salang mga pusong nagkamali. Pati labing dati-rati’y walang ngiting masilaya, Ngayo'y laging nakatawa't walang bahid-kalungkutan; Ang damdaming nababakod ng dusa at kalungkutan Tila ibong nakalaya't nakamit ang kasiyahan. Lahat halos nang nilikha ay masayang umaawit, Lahat nang dako'y may lugod, walang lungkot kang masilip, Kaya pala ay muli pang itong PASKO ay sumapit Sumilang ang Manunubos, ang hari ng lupa't langit. DECEMBER, 1958 Page 39 • AMABLE TUIBEO, Editor pozque de Ha nstzuccion l^eQlyiosa. La instruction religiosa es necesaria en la education del hombre, porque este es un ser compuesto de cuerpo y alma y para que la educacion sea integra, ha de atender y proveer a la perfeccion del individuo. El nino por medio de la instruccion religiosa en ios primeros grados de la escuela y desde su ninez adquiere el conocimiento de Dios, y al mismo tiempo que le ama y reverencia, empieza a comprender y a distinguir lo bueno de lo malo asi como tambien su verdadero fin. Es decir que Dios le cred para conocerle, amarle y servirle en esta vida y gozar despues en la otra con Dios en el cielo. La instruccion religiosa en las escuelas enseha a los estudiantes a vivir segun la ley de Dios y ademas como se dice al principio de este pequeno articulo, es necesaria para la perfecta education del hombre. Por eso los estudiantes que estudian en los Colegios y Universidades catolicas como San Carlos, tienen la gran oportunidad de recibir esa instruccion religiosa paralela a la instruccion cientifica, artistica y filosofica y en esta epoca de materialismo en que hay tantos que tratan y han tratado de desterrar esa instruccion de las escuelas, es una verdadera suerte recibir esa instruccion que da al hombre desde sus primeros ahos un perfecto modelo, Jesucristo, al cual pueden imitar los ninos en su infancia, como modelo de obediencia y humildad, y los adolescentes, en su vida tambien de obediencia, humildad y trabajo en el taller de su padre adoptivo, San Jose. Por medio de la instruccion religiosa reciben el nino, el adolescente y el joven, el principio de la verdadera moral, que les hara vivir una vida integra; y uniendo esta ensenanza a cada una de las carreras que preparan al hombre para abrirse en la vida un camino para proveer a las necesidades de la vida, recibiran una education civica y moral superior, que dara a nuestra amada Filipinas, ciudadanos, integros de moralidad perfecta capaces de hacer que nuestra nation sea una de las mejores naciones del Oriente por ser ya de hecho el faro de nuestra fe que nos prepara para la felicidad en la tierra y para la felicidad eterna en el cielo. # 5703 207 Subscribed and the affiant exhibitin 15, 1958. (NOTE) :_This form Total ................................... 6000 (SGD.) S1XTO LL. ABAO, JR. Edilor-in-Chief n lo before me this 1st day of October. 1958. at Cebu City. Residence Certificate No. 1626603. issued at Cebu City, on January (SGD.) FULVIO C. PELAEZ Notary Public Until December 31st. 1958 from the payment of documentary stamp tax Breves Poesias Liricas per Dr. Jose Riiol ADIOS A LEONOR Ya llego, pues, aquel fatal instante, Triste destino de mi suerte impia; Llego ya en fin, aquel momento y dia En que me voy a separar de ti. Adlos, Leonor, adios, que me despldo, Mi coraion amante te lo dejo; Adios. Leonor, que ya de aqui me alejo. Oh ausencia triste! ay que dolor! A JOSEFINA Josefina, Josefina, Que a estas playas has venido, Buscando un hoqar, un nido, Como errante golondrina; SI tu suerte te encamina A Shanghai, China o Japon, No te olvides que en estas playas Late por ti un coraxon! CANTO DE MARIA CLARA Dulces son las horas en la propia patrla, Donde amigo es cuanto alumbra el sol; Vida es la brisa que en sus campos vuela, Grata la muerte y mas tierno el amor! Ardientes besos en los labios juegan De una madre en el sene al despertar, Buscan los braxos a cenir el cuello, Y los ojos sonriense al mirar. Dulce es la muerte por la propia patria, Donde es amigo cuanto alumbra el sol; Muerte es la brisa para quien no tiene Una patrla, una madre y un amor! Page 40 THE CAROLINIAN ★★It********************************************************************************** ? • * ♦ * ♦ ♦ * ♦ ♦ ♦ * ♦ * ♦ •K ■k * * ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ * ♦ ♦ ♦ * + ♦ ♦ * ♦ * ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ * This Christmas issue of the THE CAROLINIAN comes to you with the best wishes of the Staff and myself for a joyous, peaceful, holy Christmas. May the grace of God, our Saviour, fill your hearts on Christmas Day and abide throughout the year! Somewhere I have read that five virtues are required to celebrate Christmas correctly and to attain the happiness and peace Christ came into the world to bring to men. The five virtues are these: GRATITUDE — to God for the gift of His Son, the Babe of Bethlehem —for all men the Way, the Truth, the Life; DETACHMENT — "from the good things of the world" because the birth of the Saviour reminds us that wc have been made not for time but for eternity; RESIGNATION — to the will of God amid the sorrows and sufferings of life just as the Babe of Bethlehem was resigned to the stable, the flight into Egypt, the obscurity and the poverty of Nazareth; the misery and persecution of His Public Life; HOPE — that He who came into the world to be our Saviour will grant us the graces we need to save our souls and to attain the bliss of eternal life; LOVE — because in the crib is Love Incarnate who will love me even unto the death on the Cross and whose life of love demands that I love Him in return. Take these virtues, put them into practice in your daily life. 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