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Title: The Carolinian
Issue Date: Volume XXV (Issue No. 2) September-October 1961
Year: 1961
Language: English
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extracted text: THE MAKING OF A MAGAZINE, especially a school organ, becomes at once a difficult and trying ex perience. The (ideal) publication that would appeal to all levels of intelligence does not exist. For that matter, it has never been the as piration of the editorial staff of this paper to put try to. A generally positive response was felt with the first issue of the Caro linian and we pride ourselves in having received warm remarks concerning the admittedly revolu tionary changes done with the pa per. And we never know how much a few words can boost up an ego until a letter of congratulations comes in from no less than Father Rector himself. Also, we are conscious that dis pleasure and discontent are always in order with each. An instructor criticized it for using ' quotations from different authors"; another, not quite finding the issue a "prayer book," decried it as being mater ialistic. These are naivete of the first order. We are not against ad verse criticism but let us have more sensible ones. Please. Likewise, a student said it would take some three hours for a college freshman to understand the edi torial. We do not wish to believe that the colleges of this progressive university are merely an extension of the high school department. Ach, Himmel! If we tried pleasing all three at once, we would go crazy. We don't want to. And then pleasing every body is an absurd absurdity. We have no other subterfuge but to let it go at that that the first issue of the Carolinian was controversial; it stepped on many uncovered toes (probably suffering from athlete's foot) but had also impressed on the moral liberal readers the possibility of achieving not only something "new" but also something the organ was apparently in need of. At first glance, the reader will notice this issue is a far cry from the first volume. It is much thinner. And thumbing through the pages, he will find some items have been pulled out and new ones thrown in. BUT HOW'S THIS FOR A HAPPY FILL-IN: Delano Tecson, avid basketball fan and the Student Council's very own dynamo, has thought over and come up with the happiest compromise the staff and the readers can possibly get to — him doing the items for the sports section. Also, Manuel Satorre for having obliged us so and by that we hope everybody feels better. It seems it is the nearest approach we can go about to please people but it brings us to thinking twice when we have to solve problems as: Whatever-Happened-to-Photography Dept. Yes, whatever happened to the photographic ven ture so enthusiastically received in the first issue? Well, here at Publications all we do isn't just get hold pen and paper and go to press. Finances, un luckily, have also to be considered, bringing about our having to settle for a measly 32 pages sans the photo graphic section and the elaborate illustrations but for which we are trying to make up by an even more careful layout and selection of types. Unaware of it, the reader is much affected by letters used in reading matter. He may experience unusual pleasure in read ing an article or otherwise but will hardly be conscious that the type and its arrangement have been responsible for much of the feeling. We believe this fact has been used to just such an advantage. A photographic venture similar to the “Lonely Vision" is being planned for the next issue. The ed informs the readers that, though still in the research-stage yet, the item will come up with something newer and fresher as far as photographic subjects are concerned. USC ENTERS THE AGE OF THE BUILD —New feature in the Cebuano skyline will be the 8-story Faculty Building slowly taking shape in the form of steel rods that rise into the air and hulks of concrete encasing metal. The swank building, at com pletion, will house the SVD Fathers whose present fourth floor quarters will be made available as additional classrooms. Another purpose: re creational rooms for the faculty. Special features: air-conditioning throughout and a basement to boot Oh, dem faculty members, de lucky group! —The engineering people will soon have to change stations too when talk of another ten-story building, (am I right Tatay Engelen?) spanning the present site, the Sto. Rosario Church and the present girls' high school, will materialize. The building will offer air-condi tioned laboratories, lectures via closed-circuit television, and a gym nasium-cafeteria. Or so we are told. Whether the talk is fact or fancy, it would, indeed, be an experience to really have our home once and for all. (This fellow is from there, too, you know.) MISCELLANY: Wilfredo Chica decided poems like Visit, Proem etc. weren't getting him any better with Mario. Is busy doing Edna St. Vincent Millay. And Rey Yap, missing the pho tographic section, settles down to give you a little short of a lowdown on pornography. Lady Chatterly's Lover, Vladimir Nabokov, etc. THE COVER No. It is not a connotation of anything Hitchcockish in nature. Only, the reader should be a little more aware of the things around, and how they influence him like pornography. Nabokov, P. H. Lawrence, etc. In other words, the things that are. Emphasis on the last word. And there was no better way we could de signate the implication than an eye so overwhelmingly possessing, we have yet to see the public's reception when we start bringing it around. Every now and then we have a dearth of articles to print. Some do come in that are fit to be used but have to be shelved for later use. Their themes are not the ones we need quite yet. There are those among the readers who do know how to write and we hope, for once they would stop to think their “can't care less" attitude will get them and us nowhere. And don't they think the magazine could be a little better off with them pitching in? I'm sure we wouldn't be caught dead showing around a 50-page mag with only one by-line to some 12 or 15 pages. So please, huh? FRAGMENTS......... bv ELIAS ANDO THE QUESTION whether a fictive work is pornographic or not should be of interest to any person who claim to be literate. Today we are witnessing, as a corollary to the material progress of the modern world, the production of a considerably large number of novels — in the hardbound and paperback editions — which is flood ing the reading market. Conspicuous among these books, notably by a great bulk of American writers, is the celebration of the cult of the bedroom scene, presumably as an exploration of the erotic life. There is nothing wrong for a writer, I believe, to dwell on the aspect of sex, inasmuch as it has been and should be a legitimate subject matter that admits of sober treatment. For that matter, no sensible mind should contend that he is for or against sex. But when vulgarity is confounded with passion, when a work tends only to sensationalize, through a monotonous repetition, the act, and not to contribute to any new insight, experience, or evaluation, its value to man becomes extremely subject to doubt. The modern mind’s response to life is a complex one. Decidedly, contemporary writers, in their confrontation with the complex of ex perience arising out of sexuality, either illuminate or create a warp in this sphere. If some writers have distorted the image of life through their exploitation, and incursion into the realm of sex, there are indis putably many young men among us who have eagerly taken to it. While John O’Hara’s “From the Terrace” is read ravenously because it has more than forty bedroom scenes, Henry Miller’s books are a great demand because they are objectionable and had to be published privately. Vladimir Nabokov’s “Lolita,” essentially a satire on American women, is very saleable probably because of the fact that it is thought to be pornographic, which it is not. D. H. Lawrence’s “Lady Chatterley’s Lover,” a book in which some (you know what) specific passages are sought out diligently, and then heavily underlined, with the spirit of scholarship, has become a byword among readers because it had once been banned. By no means do I imply here that the viewpoints of certain writers which we don’t share should be suppressed, inasmuch as we can leave it at that that the writers concerned had written out of a personal conviction, but it is a part of our social anxiety that we must be painfully conscious of the fact that there is something basically wrong and devastating in the attitude with which a large section of our reading public has delved into the fantasies of these writers. The sexual ob session of these “cultured” individuals, which is the motivating reality in their approach to these writings, deplorably bespeaks of their im maturity. The answer to this crisis lies in the readers’ abandoning this me diocre posture to sustain and justify their intellectuality. In other words, this calls for the need to relegate to the background this degener ative attitude from our cultural life. SEPTEMBER-OCTOBER, 1961 Page 3 THE POIGNANT MILLAY WILFREDO M. CHICA SALIENT among the qualities of Edna St. Vincent Millay’s poetry, one all her readers will agree on, is the articulate poignancy of her lyricism of pain, sadness and loss. It is so prominent the reader inescapably notices — and is carried away by — it. We find it early in her work. In INTERIM where she mourns the death of a beloved, this poignant strain begins: . . . part of your heart Aches in my breast; part of my heart lies chilled In the damp earth with you. The note is heard again in SORROW, Sorrow like a ceaseless rain Beats upon my heart. People twist and scream in pain, — Dawn will find them still again; in EBB, I know what my heart is like Since your love died: ... a hollow ledge Holding a little pool . . . A little tepid pool. Dying inward from the edge. Page 4 THE CAROLINIAN and in such poems as PASSER MORTUUS EST, HYACINTH and MORITURUS. It appears more and more often so that we discover a familiarity growing in us, feeding an expecta tion to encounter and to hear this note of keen feeling. And we are not disappointed. The regularity continues; in fact, the succeeding lyrics are almost always keyed to this strain. One may ask: over what things is she so poignant? what moves her to such swift, piercing emotions? As we mentioned above, this particular gift of Millay she devoted to ex pressing, describing pain, sadness and loss. Now there are things and things in this world the experience of which sometimes bring grief, dis appointment and disenchantment. Every man knows that — and every woman, especially a woman and an artist like Millay who had an abound ing love of life, an almost ecstatic joy in experience and who felt a sense of miracle in life and death. We will mention only a few sig nificant themes. At one instance we find her grieving over the death of a dear friend: But your voice . . . . . . the beauty of that sound ... In no way at all Ever will be heard again. On and on eternally Shall your altered fluid run Bud and bloom and go to seed: But your singing days are done; But the music of your talk Never shall the chemistry Of the secret earth restore. All your lovely words are spoken. Once the ivory box is broken. Beats the golden bird no more. —Elegy At another, love estranged from a cold and selfish world pains her: How far from home In a world of mortal burdens Is Love, that may not die . . . —The Hardy Garden O early love unfortunate and hard, Time has estranged you into a jewel cold and pure! —The Cameo Life, hard and demanding, weighs heavy on her, disenchanting her to wish for grim death: Life, were thy pains as are the pains of hell, So hardly to be borne, yet to be borne, And all thy boughs more grim with wasp and thorn Than armoured bough stood ever; too chill to spell With the warm tongue, and sharp with broken shell Thy ways, whereby In wincing haste forlorn The desperate fool must travel, blind and torn. Yet must I cry; — a Sonnet from The Buck in the Snow With this poignant note stream ing in and through Millay’s lyrics one may justifiably fear that the poetess’ works are depressing. It is true her poems are often sad but they are never maudlin nor oversentimental. Her poignancy does not stem only from pain or sadness for its own sake. Rather it is the result of poetic contemplation real izing not only the exquisite beauty of life, nature and this world but also the accompanying pain that grips the artist’s soul finding the insufficiency of all he beholds. This poignant note is not some thing new, not something Millay has innovated. The reader of poetry is familiar with it. He has heard it in the immortal lines of Yeats, I am haunted by numberless Islands, and many a Danaan shore. . . —The White Birds of Arnold, Sophocles long ago Heard It on fhe Aegean, and If brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flaw Of human misery; But now I only heat Its melancholy, long, withdrawn roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world. —Dover Beach and Rossetti: Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away Into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand. Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay. —Remember Edna St. Vincent Millay’s gift is that she has made the feeling so moving and keen, so personal and in timate that it has been identified with her. Also, what distinguishes her from other poets in this matter is her attitude towards it. To her, this poignancy in experience is not shocking nor a cause for despair. It is a reality that is woven into the strands of life, something which he who would be initiated into, partici pate, enjoy, understand and perhaps change life has to accept and work with: I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts In fhe hard ground. So if Is, and so if will be, for so if has been, time out of mind: Into the darkness they go, fhe wise and fhe lovely. Crowned wifh lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned. Down, down, down Into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned. —Dirge Without Music SEPTEMBER-OCTOBER, 1961 Page 5 FIND" - M. TROSDAL DON PEDRO OTEYZA rich, fat, and pompous said: “Lena, my wife wants Rosie to take music les sons. I want the best for my daughter. I shall send her to you.” “How old is she?” “Sixteen. She will not be a musician and she will be rough but my wife insists and. .. you will earn good money. Well ?” I smiled and nodded. One more dull student did not matter after all. My friend Carmen, who knew the girl, was much amused by this arrangement. “Who knows” she said, “you may turn out some thing yet. She is giddy enough to try anything.” My expectations could well be imagined. She came — a girl thin, ill-dressed, and shy. She listened attentively to my explanations and timidly squeaked through the scales. She drove me to dis traction. She never missed her lessons and although she wearied me I had to admit that she was doing well — astonishingly well. Still, I was not enthusiastic. Then one day I came suddenly upon her singing a simple little air with exquisite tones and grace. Could this millionaire’s daughter be an artist? She fired my imagination and ambition. I drove her relentlessly. I had to produce an artist, the artist I could never be. One evening I went to see Don Pedro at his house to talk about Rosie’s progress. He was flattered and he said with a smile: “So, my daughter will soon be ready to sing any thing.” “Not everything” I answered, “but rather ready to be sent abroad for further studies.” “Ho, ho! A singer? Rosie? That’s a joke. She has a better future, I think”. “FUTURE?” “Yes. Between you and me, Tony Lado is around and — in a year or two Tony will manage his father’s business, so...” My heart bled. Could this dull millionaire think of anything else but money? I looked around. “Where is your piano?” I asked. “In the playroom above the garage.” He said with an air of sardonic surprise. “It is too bulky for this living room and Rosie’s racket would have bothered us. My wife does not like noise.” These were Rosie’s parents! How could a jewel emerge from such gross surroundings? My disappointment was great but my pupil’s les sons continued. It was a crime to neglect the gift she possessed — a voice rich, smooth, and true. The final blow came when Mrs. Oteyza called, and a few hours before the students’ concert, to say that her daughter was hoarse from a bad cold. “In a way I am glad.” She said. “Rosie was very nervous about her first appearance on the stage. Now her father wants her lessons stopped.” I thought it best not to argue but I was discon solate. A few minutes before the concert, Rosie rushed in! “Ma’am, may I sing?” She asked excitedly. “How is your cold? Let me see — go in there and sing. Sing as you have never sang before.” I commanded. “My find” I breathed, as her marvelous voice reached me. After the concert, Carmen and Dr. Jenner, the music critic, congratulated me. “Lena, the girl is wonderful” he said. “Send her to me and I will help her.” “Nothing can be done for her”, I sadly answered. “Her parents are rich. They do not want her to finish her studies.” I heard Carmen laugh. “What’s funny?” I demanded furiously. “You, silly,” and turning to Rosie she said: “Tell her, go on, tell her who you really are.” “I am not Rosie,” the girl confessed, looking at me contritely. I am Nelda Rada, Mrs. Oteyza’s seamstress. I like music, and when Rosie offered me two pesos a lesson to take her place, well I... It was good business,” she finished lamely. I should have been furious but I was happy, very happy. I frowned heavily and said serenely: “I will punish you with more lessons and you will then know what is to study.” I was to have my artist after all! SEPTEMBER-OCTOBER, 1961 Page 7 THE EXE CU TION by ROGELIO ALFEREZ Page 8 THE CAROLINIAN ELEVEN IN THE MORNING, July 17 23 hours before the execution VzNCE MORE, like a still and empty hall visited rarely by a wind, Death Row fell silent. One could not believe that for a minute or two it had a touch of life. Gone was the sight of guards escorting Luis back to his cell. One could no longer hear the sound their heels made on the cement floor, nor the rattle of keys and the clang of bolts as they opened the steel-barred door nor the final, suppressive swing of the cell door as they closed it again. Even the echo of the guards’ steps retreating down the hall had died out. Nothing but quiet, a quiet which hid a voice less turmoil. In his cell, Luis, with a long, blank look stared at the harsh near-noon light that streaked through the window bars before him. It looked at first the same as that hot glare his eyes had long been used to in his stay there. At his pro tracted gaze, however, the light seemed to glow a little more bright and scorching with each breath he took. He noticed now that he was breathing quickly, rapidly and couldn’t help himself. Something was pressing on him, some thing seemed to pin him to the cold, steel bars he was leaning on. It was coming. It was certain. It was approaching with the stealth of a preying leo pard, nimble but ready to spring upon him like a swift, sharp lightning swishing invisibly in the air. The light glared more and Luis gasped before it. With an effort, he turned from the light. A calendar hung on the left wall. To it he swerved. He could see the columns of dates, the upper two already crossed out and at the end of the crosses a date encir cled red. What day was it? As if curious, Luis approached. The eighteenth of July. Tomorrow! A surge of images, trapped in the whirlpool of his mind by a riot of feelings, broke over him again. The world of past and present floated around him craz ily disjointed. He could see the days of hid ing, of flight; the clutch of arrest; the labyrin thine cross-examination and his cold evasions; the harsh unfolding of his deed; the waiting of (Continued on next page) Page 9 verdict, the sentence, the ignomi ny; he relived for a moment the long, tired days in jail. The pleas for a reprieve. The bribes at tempted. The whole process had been arduous and as each failure reach him (as another had a half hour ago) a part had been can celled on his shortening lease on life. And still morning came the now disgusting phrase: “They are still following it up.” Luis slumped on his bed. Dinner would come in a few minutes. But he would not eat. Food and drink would remind him cruelly that the body he fed with life would soon die in the “chair”. No, he had no appetite. SIX IN THE EVENING of the some day; 16 hours before the execution He opened his eyes to a darkening cell. He had slept. For how long? It was best to forget time. It was best to impress himself that the world was still and never moved; he would not think of any se quence, any change of long into short. Luis got up and looked out of the window. The sun was set ting now, soft and slow. Over the rooftops he could see the last tra ces of day and above, thin clouds making way for the golden, orange-turning sun. Peaceful, that’s what it was. Serene and smooth. He would like to die like that, unhindered, un forced. But he knew he would not. It would be swift, his death, with only a moment’s violence. It would not be smooth as the sunset, vio lent and not long drawn out as the brute blows he had dealt to his victim. It will be night soon, Luis thought with a little wry sigh. EIGHT IN THE MORNING, July 18 2 hours before the execution For the last three hours he had been awake, lying on his cot press ed down by a burdensome silence. He had watched with faint curios ity the first morning light strug gling through the barred window into his cell. He rubbed his eyes with the back of a hand, and jerk ed himself up with an effort. There was a persistent pain in his loins. He put a hand on his thigh and felt the coarse texture of his pants. He thought, “I have killed a man... have taken a life... and now I must pay for it.” His thoughts moved forward with a certain alertness that seemed to fill up the room at once, a room that was made for a minimum of phy sical activity. For his last meal he had only a cup of black coffee, which he took without cream or sugar. The bit ter taste still stuck to his mouth. He thought impulsively: “What is the use of stuffing oneself with food when in a little while they will snuff out his life forever?” Forever. There would not even be enough time for the food to be as similated into his spongy body. No time. They had condemned him, had relegated his body to perdi tion : face, hands, torso, nails, and the rest of him. The idea that it was a sort of a ritual struck him. Everything was plain enough: his clean-shaven pate, the drab uni form, and the last meal which he had generously asked his jailer to share. As though he were the host. As though he were free, were still in his own house. “What time is it?” Luis asked. The jailer looked at his watch and said without a trace of emo tion: “Eight twenty.” He placed his hands on the bars of the cell, and he looked questioningly at Luis. “Would you like to play chess again?” “Not now!” The man shrugged his shoulders and went back to his chair. Luis covered his eyes with the palms of his hands with a feeling of nausea. And he reflected with remorse: “Not now! It’s a farce— I still believe that there is another time for us to play chess. The re prieve must come. There is still time. But how much time? Eight twenty. Only one hour and forty minutes left in my whole life. At ten this morning my life will end, and it will end. Then they will cart my body to a room which I have never seen and which I shall never see. They will cover me up with a sheet of white cloth, and they will be satisfied. “Tomorrow? Tomorrow the peo ple outside this place will live their lives. For them nothing is going to change. A little over an hour from now, everything is go ing to be different only for me. I have killed a man. My whole life... they have made a judg ment on my whole life. There is going to be no tomorrow. “I can see them leading me to that room, which they always keep under lock with a key. But today they have opened it, they have made sure that nothing will go wrong. They will see to it that at exactly ten something will pass through me and my whole body with the sting of a whip. Faces will be leering at me. They want to see how a man dies, but they will not change their place with me. “Afterwards the prison doctor will feel my pulse, then he will look up solemnly at those around him and say: ‘He is dead.’ Just that. And everything will be over. And of course, they will put the story in the newspapers. They will talk about it for a day or two. I can see everything hap pening: I have seen it over and over in my mind: my own death. But there is still time....” The door opened noisily. The priest sat down beside him and said: “Did you sleep last night, my son?” He took hold of Luis’ hand, and his words bore a sad and pleading tone. “You must make your peace with Him!” Luis turned around and, with out saying a word, stared at the pink face of the priest. THE TIME of the execution Now it was happening again, but for the last time. He passed through the long narrow hall that led into a cham ber where strange faces for the last half hour had been waiting patiently for him to appear. Faces with blank looks which knew what was going to happen at exactly ten (Continued on page 29) Page 10 THE CAROLINIAN O £ 7 K Y e by: ROGER V. LACTAO Time treasures the sacred hours Of tvhoever cleanses his brain Though gospels often shine unseen. Truth is sunrise, it is one Meaningless now as has been, Like fragrance from blooming flowers: They’re magnets to minds awakening. Enroll now in this free school Sling your books of tarnished aims Leave nothing, bring them all Stand for sentence, its your claim Swallow everything, sweet or sour This moment is your sacred hour. COM by DAISY MATE love could be you in a scent of blue-grass, playing tricks on memory, like a tune love could be in your voice whispering like pain or melody. love could be in the promise of autumn, beautiful to memory love could be in the long look you gave me that went with words love could be in the influence of sweet summer tvinds love could be in every hurried weather. it could be you somewhere in the tumblings of white balloon clouds on blue sky. it could be you in the mood of June: bird-song around love could be you . . . SEPTEMBER-OCTOBER, 1961 Page VERSES on the Lighter Side by PRAXEDES P. BULABOG eason (during Lent) How young are you today, my lad? Sir, Tve reached the age of reason. But why, my hoy, look you so sad? Sir, it is the season. He sighs, he mutters and moans; He tears his hair for inspiration; Then lo! comes that haunting line Which he scribbles long and fine But heck, how can I be a poet When I ape ditties from a song hit? 7 by WILFREDO M. CHICA if i can utter you and sigh to find my breath so fondly heard and whispered soft to homing breeze as that sweet answer my heart craves, then i will dare what distant cliffs to mule these lips and songs they lay. if i can warm my soul to bear the cool, lambent morning’s spray with nascent hope your sight will fill those silk-empty chambers of my sleep, then i will dread no dear dream lost, no silence, no darkness, no waiting on the lee the soul of fire must rise and reach so will my love climb yon Darien peak. by: LAMBERTO G. CEBALLOS let what winds hear: this world wears ugly, the air sick — come, death. let what flesh bear witness: mail-fisted hands of pain, my body writhing mute — come, death. let tortured minds tell: birds seeking nirvana, up where space dwells — come, death. Page 12 THE CAROLINIAN ]nrave by WILFREDO M. CHICA these things i ponder, being young: silk, slimy snake hands stealthing on white flesh the glow of mother kissing little Beb good night people passing this beggar, afraid of other looks lyo Terio, hungry and impatient before the sunset that question from the depths: what does God want of me? that girl, this feeling, eluding grasp or reach middle-aged men, haunted by dark, half-open doors somewhere this prince, cursing the stony silence of his God and time, wafting these in the mind, like Penelope tveaving and unweaving her tapestry. by PAUL M. RODRIGUEZ I can see you only in the dark, this dark that devours your light. Firefly, flying in the night, searching in the dark, questioning the night: What is it that you find? Love wanderer, do you know you are portrait of my mind, meandering through the halls of life, thinking, reflecting, searching the meaning of it all with mortal reason as my guide? The night speaks of men all blown to high conceit, are now begone; But I, I am no color to the light: 1 can be seen only in the night That devours my own light. SEPTEMBER-OCTOBER. 1961 Page 13 TO BE ALONE 10 BE ALONE, away from the superficial cob webs of life, is often a more satisfying experience than any other way in which one seeks solace from the anxieties, worries and cares of daily living. When alone one’s troubled mind rests. It casts off its veils and seeks the light of true perspective. It then resorts to meditation by which it transcends the pettiness and triviality of everyday activity. Through meditation, one’s mind acquires serenity and insight into the meaning of things. Thus, the mind is cleansed and refreshed so that the result is an exhilarating feeling of ease. In solitude, one’s visions and ideals are cemented to attainment as the heart whispers aspirations to the mind which it molds with dreams. In this process, the mind needs inspiration to keep it working. This need is readily supplied by the pri vacy of thoughts that one finds in solitude. When alone and in harmony with nature, one inherits peace of mind and a unity of thought and spirit. Free from disturbances, one unburdens himself and sheds his fretting, vexations and griefs to seek comfort in the embracing arms of beautiful nature. Whether it be by the quiet spread of sea and sand or by the soothing shade of palms or by the seclusion of a study or by grandma’s rocking chair on the porch or on a park bench or in the mellow, freshening lustre of green fields or by the wharf on a Sunday afternoon— or in any of a thousand and one solitary haunts, one enjoys to his heart’s content the blessings of solitude. by JUAN DEL NUEVO Pace 14 THE CAROLINIAN 1HE OLD do not understand us. And we are surprised. They used to be like us. They should know how it is to be young. But they don’t understand us just the same. _ They think we have an easier time than they had and for that they expect too much from us. However, it is not so. Youth is more difficult than old age. Adults have already formed their opinions, their views, their judg ments. They have set themselves. They do not waver when they act. They have matured. With the young it is different. It is hard for us to be firm, to maintain what we think is right, to believe in the justness of God. We are pliant. We bend to and fro, trying to find our way in this wilderness. Each day brings a challenge. Our ideals face the constant test of the inconsistencies of the times. The dreams and hopes we cherish are sometimes shattered. The world is a maze to us and we are always groping our way. We want to be understood and to be taken for what we are not, for what we should be. If we are guided, if we are shown the way — we will tread it. We will prove to our elders that there is hope in us. Even the high, noble and demanding trust Rizal placed on us we will fulfill. But, first and above all, we beg to be under stood. by JUAN DEL NUEVO SEPTEMBER-OCTOBER, 1961 Page 15 by Mrs. PAZ R. DOROTHEO Deficiency in both spoken and written English among our college students is as self-evident as the fact that I am not breath ing. It calls for no illustration. You have only to hear students re cite in class or to pick at random any short written paragraph to understand fully the lament of teachers, English and non-English. Want examples anyway? Listen: “Pedro is always escape his classes because he was accompany his gang.” And for this you’ll need a chair to fall back on: “In the stillness of the night seven years ago I was agonizing —why? Because my mother was died.” Multiply these blunders dozen of times and you’ll get a picture of what teachers put up with in then* daily grammar classes. But is this only a deficiency or has there been a real deterioration in English in the Philippines? Aren’t these examples more convincing than statistical conclusions? An objective proof to support the as sertion of deterioration cannot be had. There has been no large scale testing to compare pre-war proficiency with post-war defi ciency. Proficiency? Did I hear myself say that? How much English need a Filipino have to be called profi cient in that language? Perfection is impossible; approximation is the best we can hope for, approxi mation to the language habits of educated native speakers. To com municate ideas is the primary aim of language and so long as we can carry on social and business inter course on both the national and then international scale, the aim is at least partially attained. Not to be overlooked though is the neces sity of English skills with which to seek truth to broaden hori zons in the academic world. It is generally agreed there has been a deterioration. But why the decline now? Why in this genera tion in particular? To claim au thority on the causes of degenera tion is presumptuous. But a cur sory look into our general educa tional problems reveal a good ma ny of them. First is the decrease in the length of the daily school sessions. It should be borne in mind that our present day college students include for the most part those public school children who started school with the full imple mentation of the Educational Act of 1940. Among other changes, this ill-considered Act provided for the not-too-well loved “double single sessions” which reduced considerably the time for learning and using English from an ave rage of “1600 minutes per week to 800 minutes in Grades I, II, and III; and from 1975 minutes to 1425 minutes in the intermediate level.” Pupils since then have had to attend classes only in the after noon. To complete this tragi comedy of educational errors “since the year 1945 the weekly 75 minutes of the precious time left for using English has been given over to the National Lan guage course in Grades I to IV; 150 minutes in Grades V and VI.” In short a Filipino child now enters high school after having studied English less than half the time his brother did before the war. This decrease in the number of class hours each day answers the question why graduation from elementary school now is roughly equivalent to completion of the pre-war third grade. And since his total experience with English is limited to the hours spent in class, you can see why the poor student now, the sacrificial lamb, deserves more sympathy than an tagonism. A very close second in point of time among the causes of present day inadequacy in English are the school problems concomittant to the last World War. Devastations intensified Philippine educational problems: razed school buildings, limited reading materials and lack of adequately trained teachers to cope with the unprecedented in crease the school population. As a result, most if not all of our college students today, at one time or ano ther, during their pre-high and high school studies were unwilling victims of these failing circum stances. The need of the d'ay is not just a full rehabilitation of war damaged school buildings but the construction of additional ones to absorb all Filipino children of school age. Even today our edu cational finances seem helpless in the face of a tremendous backlog of school children awaiting admis sion in our public primary schools. Regardless of official limitations our schools have to resort to over crowding or else turn away not just 300,000 children of school (Continued on page 29) Page 16 THE CAROLINIAN Delano A. Tecson does not have the name of the late President Delano Roosevelt for nothing. He too has greatness in his own right. This future attorney was bom on May 10, 1939 in this Queen City of the South to Mr. and Mrs. S. D. Tecson, a well-known radio commentator of a local airline. Delano's first love is politics and to prove this, he has been in the University Student Congress for three consecutive terms. During the council sessions, he never fails to draw the rest of congressmen's attention when he speaks. He goes for Shakespearean play and once acted in a USC Dramatics Club play. An avid basketball enthusiast, he is captain of the College of Law Intramural Team. He is an orator and, he can mimic famous orators. Delano has been winning oratorical contests since high school days. He was only six years old when he recited his first declamation piece, Walt Whitman's "O Captain! My Captain!" His favorite actor and actress are Marlon Brando and Rosanna Podesta. Paul Anka and Joni James are his favorite singers. Delano can also boast of a singing voice. Girls who have a know-how on the fundamentals of good cooking captivate his heart. Going steady is of course alright, depending on the parties. In the near future, "if fate would not be too unkind," Delano hopes to travel all over the world and then look for a companion for his life. Perhaps. DELANO A. TECSON DALISAY P. SALGADO oroF.'les by ERLINDA M. TALAID Already a member of the College of Commerce Faculty at twenty-one, Dalisay enjoys teaching. But if made to choose between home and career, she would gladly give up the latter. "But the best would be to mix both without neglecting either of them," she said. Dalisay is the fifth in the family of seven children of Architect and Mrs. Ignacio Salgado. She was born in Manila but lived in Cebu city all her life. She has been active in extra curricular activities without neglecting her studies. She graduated last March with the degree of Bachelor of Science in Commerce majoring in Banking and Finance, Magna Cum Laude. In college she found time to be an ROTC sponsor for two years, SCA officer for four years, treasurer of the SCA and Su preme Student Council in her senior year and vice president of the Finance Club. A lover of children, she taught cathecism to children in public schools. Fiction and a little philosophy and poetry sum up her reading tastes. Mo vies; native delicacies; songs of Mathis, Sinatra, and Day: they are among her likes. Dalisay is at present taking Master of Arts in Economics. That is why she still graces the Council sessions of which she is a representative. Her students say she's strict. Actually she's not, she just can't stand students who sit in class the whole hour only to say, "I don't know Ma'am," when called. SEPTEMBER-OCTOBER, 1961 Page 17 llga Hinagdawan Ang Katungdanan sa Pumipili nl Satawan (Pinasidungang editoryal) Elmo B. Sitoy Sa Nobyembre 14 ning tuiga, ang kapala ran sa nasod nga Pilipinhon mahimutang na usab sa mga kamot sa mga pumipili. Unsa ang kaugmaon sa mga 27 milyones nga molupyo sa Pilipinas karon, kini nahisandig sa katarung ug kafakus sa mga mobotar karong piniliay, mga 6 milyones silang tanan. Gikan karon hangtud sa adlaw sa piniliay atong mabati ang mga kandidato nga mobutyag sa ilang mga saad kon sila mapili: ang ilang pagtuman sa ilang mga katungdanan sa dakung kafakus, ang pagsilbi sa lungsod, ang pagdala sa atong kagamhanan ng " sa kabulahanan. Ato silang madungog sa tanang suok sa kapupud-an nga mo-ataki sa ilang isig ka kaatbang aron ilang maangkon ang pagbulig sa mga pumipili. Sa laing higayon, makita nato sila nga makighugoyay sa mga tawo sa kabaryohan ug kadalanan, makiglamanohay, mosabwag ug salapi, mobuhat kutob sa ilang mahimo alang sa mga tawo. Mao kini ang kanunayng lansis sa mga politiko sa panahon sa eleksiyon. Magpatonto ba ang mga pumipili niining mga lansis? Usa sa mga katungdanan sa mga tawo sa nasod nga gawas mao ang pagpili. Way labing dakung butang nga ika-alagad sa usa ka pumipili sa atong kagamhanan gawas sa paggamit sa iyang kagawasan sa pagpili sa matarung nga paagi. Unsang matang sa kagamhanan ang matagamtam sa mga lungsoranon mag-agad sa matang sa mga pumi pili. Ang pagbotar sa usa ka kandidato ilis sa salapi nga nadawat mao ang pagbaligya sa kagawasan ug katungod. Ug ang pagbuhat sa ingon maoy pagtonto ug pag-ulipon sa kaugalingon. Unsa ang angayang buhaton sa pumi pili? Kinahanglan nga maminaw ug mobasa siya sa isyo, sutaon niya pag-ayo ang pagkatawo sa kandidato, timbang-timbangon niya kon kinsa ang labing maayong tugyanan sa katungdanan sa pagdala sa bansalan sa nasod. Kinsa ang labing may kafakus sa pangagamhanan, ang tinuod nga sulugoon sa lungsod, ang moalagad sa mga tawo ngadto sa kauswagan ug kadaugan — kini mao ang angayang hatagan sa iyang pagbulig. Pili-on ang pili-onon kansang mithi ug diwa maoy ginadamgo sa kaliwat nga Pili pinhon; kansang katarung ug kalinis maoy kalauman ning dapit sa mga tabunon. igadto TAUDTAUD na kaming nakamatikod nga ang niga pahimangno alang sa niga estudyante nga gipakanaug sa niga tagduniala niining atong tulunghaan balit-aron pagsabot sa nalia-una. Ang usa sa mga labing hinungdanong pahiniangno nga among hisgutan karon mao ang “SILENCE”, nga gipatik sa gangha-an ug sa bongbong sa “library” alang sa kasayuran sa tanan ug pahinumdom sa mga malimtanon. Apan walay kahimo-an ang maong pabiniangno kay lagi balit-aron man pagsabot sa mga liitungdan. Tungod sa kagahub ug kalangas, ang ubang estudyanteng nanagtuon sa “library” aron makat-on sa ilang leksiyon mabalda ug madisturbo lang hinoon. Dili nato sila maingon nga walay batasan kay matud pa sa mga tistisan, sila adunay batasan apan wala lang gamita. SA LAING bahin adunay niga estudyante nga inigkahuman ug basa sa niga niantalaan, biya-an lang nila ang maong mga basahon sa talad tun-anan. Pastilan kon dili pa laniang unta mopatigbabaw ang kalimot nga tinuyo, ang mga undo ug inday makatultol unta gihapon sa pag-uli sa niga niantalaan sa ilang butanganan. Pagkasi-aw ug pagkabadlongon lang gayud niining niga bataa! Kanyahay ra nga tanugan sa niga “librarian” ug tagsa ka adlaw ang mga niantalaan ya(Sce next page) BAH ING Binisatp Ang Magtutuon ug ang Lugaynan li LAMBERTO G. CEBALLOS POLITIKA! Kining pulonga dugay nang nahasilsil sa panumdoman natong mga Pilipinhon, ug dili gayod tingali mapapas dinhi sa Inahan tang Yuta hangtod ang Kumunismo dili pa modaog ug mogapos sa Deniokrasya kansang mga katungod ato nang natagamtam sa dugay nang panahon. Ug kita dili usab tingali buot nga kining mga ka tungod kansang mga ato nang nakaon dagiton sa talinis nga kuko sa Kumunismo. Mao man gani tingali nga si anhing Manuel L. Quezon nangusog ug nangayo gayod sa atong kaugalingnan gikan sa mga Amerikanhon kay dili niya buot nga kita ulipnon sa mga langyaw. Kita mabuhi na ubos sa atong kaugalingong paningkamot. Ang dagan sa tiil nga lugaynon miabot na sa mga tulonghaan; ubay-ubay na usab nga mga tuig nga ang mga magtutuon nasibot sa bag-o nilang katungod. Apan ang uban kanila wala lamang maninagad ning katungdana. Kon suknaon gani nimo sila kon nakabotar na ba sila, igo lamang sila sa pagpakiwi sa ilang abaga ug moingon: “Binuang na nang botar-botar, tsoy. Unsa man atong mapaabot sa kandidatong modaog?” Apan wala ba kaha sila makasukot sa ilang kaugalingon diin gikan ug kang kinsang paningkamot nga natigayon man sila sa kaus wagan nga naliimo sa “Student Supreme Council” ngadto kanila? Wala ba usab kaha sila makapangutana kon kinsay nagpatulo sa ilang singot aron lamang sila makatilaw ug kaharuhay samtang ani-a pa sila sulod sa tulonghaan? Aduna usay uban nga moingon, “Nag-usik-usik lang sa among salapi ang ‘Student Supreme Council’.” Kon tinuod man kini o dili, ila ba lang kahang piyongon ang ilang mga mata kon niodimdim na sila sa mabugnaw nga tubig nga nagagikan sa mga “water coolers”? Dili ba lang kaha nila basahon kinsang panguloha ang naghatag kanila niining butanga? Kon aduna silay hinungdanon kaayong tuyo ngadto sa ila o sa ila ba hinoong mga higala, ila ba lang kahang paksan ug gapas ang ilang mga dalunggan aron lamang pagdesmolar nga ang awditibo nga ilang gigunitan dili gikan sa paningkamot sa mga “magbabalaod” sa SSC? Apan dili kita motubay pagtuki niini. Apan dili usab nato palabyon kining higayona sa pagpahinumdom kanato sa dakong kaakohan nga nahasablay sa abaga sa “Student Supreme Council”. Nakita na nato ang kaayohan nga nahimo sa mga miaging opisyal sa SSC. Ang ato karon mao ang paglaom nga unta ang kaakohan nga ilang giitsa ngadto sa bag-ong hut-ong sa atong mga magbabalaod, sal-on sa naulahi uban sa hugot ug timgas nga pasalig nga ilang ipalamay sa katuigan nga umaabot ang kaayohan nga ato karong na tagamtam. Ato usab nga katungdanan ang pagbulig kanila taman sa atong maabot. Page 18 THE CAROLINIAN ni BOY ESPINA Kon akong panan-aw silaw pa unta sa adlaw, Tunawon kong mga tumbaga ug mga puthaw, Gunawon kong mga bato nga naggatan-aw, Aron kuliton ang lamatnon nimong bayhon. Kon akong gininhawa sa hangin sama pa, Huypon kong napunpon nga mga gabon sa bungtod, Himoon kong usa ka masalimbong nga panganod, Aron ipandong sa tuman mong kamadanihon. Kon akong mga ngabil sa kuldas pay motukbil, Mamingawng honi akong pagakabliton, Walay kamatayong saloma akong tugtugon, Aron ang tanan sa katahom nimo sumbongan. Kon unta may limbo pa lang nga mamahimo, Ang matawo sa daklit nga mga lunsayng damgo, Sa bisan asang dapita pagataakon ko, Aron gayod maak6 ka, O! maambong nga Musa! PaAagdi ni JOVEN MONDIGO Pasagdi akong mag-inusara pinangga Sa paglangoy ning bi-awan sa mga luha; Kay king kinabuhi ugod 'tawon kabus man Magpabiling yano hangtud sa kahangturan. Gisubay ko ang tunokong dalan sa pag-antos Aron pagkaplag sa gidamgo kong kaugmaon; Apan napakyas ug gidagit sa dakong unos Kay imo akong giyam-iran ug gikataw-an. Bisan pa'g lumsan sa baha sa luha king kalag Bisan pa'g watas-watason ako’s kagul-anan. Tuho-i nga ako kanimo walay kasilag Kay kining tanan pagbuot man sa kahitas-an. Pasagdi akong magpadayon sa pagbakho Pasagding i-anud ako sa kawala-an; Aron king kinabuhi sa dayon mabugto Kay alang kanako natun-as na ang tanan. ^Jawo ug ang ni ERLINDO L. CARPIO Taudtaud na nga misaop ang adlaw. Mibanos na 'sab ang tumang kangitngit. Hilum na ang kalibutan sa matam-isong katulogon. "Bangon na kamo!" ang Adlaw sa subangan misinggit. Sa unahan may nagbutaog nga bukid Naglagiti sa kainit, napagba sa adlaw Sa kalit nilandong sa ulan gihagit Apan gipadpad ni Hangin ang dag-um sa langit. Nituybo ang kasuba-an, lubog ang tubig, Di maisip mga kinabuhi gibanlas sa hunasan. Ang kanhing berdeng kaumahan sa kapatagan nawagtang Kay ni Buhawi buot gun-obon ang tanan. Wa'y kalainan ang tawo'g kinaiyahan, Karon kalipay'g katawa ugma panghayhay, Sa luha sa mga mata na lamang magpadaligdig Sanglit sa dughan may gihambing kagul-anan. Ang gahum malumpag, ang mga bahandi Mawagtang sama sa hanging lumalabay. Ang pagkatimawa tima-an sa bahandi nakawang Sa gubat sa pagpanlimbasog wa moguwang mananaug. Daw nahisulat na sa tagsa-tagsang kapalaran Kay ni Bathala gimbut-an ang tanan, Apan di takos ang paglaum pagbiya-an Luyo sa maitum panganud nagasiga ang adlaw. Mga Hin wat 11a lang nga madaandaan aron kadtong mga badlongon dili makapatuyang sa paghakot sa niga kara-ang balita ngadto sa ilang tagsatagsa ka talad aron biyaan na usab didto, kay dili naman ganahang mobasa sa mga balita nga nahimong “kagahapon pa lang”. Dili ba mao?_________ KADAGHANAN sa mga estudyanteng himultahan sa ilang hinulamang libro nga wala ikauli da yon, nagbagolbol, kay kono nagsangkiig sila sa multa nga gipapas-an nila ni Manong Asubar ug Manang Palomar. Apan dili kini sala nila ni Manong ug Manang kay igo man lang silang nagtunian sa ilang katungdanan. Busa aron dili na magsangkiig sa pag9 da wan • . . (Continued / niahay ang mga himultahan ingon man kadtong wala pa makasulay, amo silang awhagon sa dili pagtan-ug sa maong mga libro lapas sa panahon nga gigahin kay agupupan sa multa. NIADTONG miaging tuig ang "Glee Club” sa San Carlos, nagpakita ug masaarong kalampusan, ilabi na sa panahon sa pasko, kay hapit tanang dapit ug kasuokan sa dakbayan sa Sugbo, gidalitan niini sa mga mahinalangpong awit sa pasko. Apan bisan pa niini, ang maong "Glee Club” nabungkag sama sa putyokan nga gipuhag sa tungang gabii nga walay nasayud sa hinungdan kay wala man magkasinabtanay ang tagpreccding page) tungod. Apan karon nahibalik sa maayong baruganan ang maong “Glee Club” ug hinaut pa unta nga wala nay wilga. AMONG hipanid-an nga sa sulod niining tulunghaan, adunay mga kiriwan ug kamot, kay dili pa du gay kaming nakamatikod nga usa sa among mga higalang babaye, naghilak nga nagtaho sa makauulawng balita ngadto sa “regis trar”, Ginoong Jose Arias, nga ang inyang kapin sa kawhaan ka pesos nga salapi, gikawat sa su lod sa P.E. Room, samtang nali; ngaw siyag dula sa atbang dili layo sa maong lawak. Mahimo kaha nga usa sa iyang kauban sa P.E. ang kawatan? SEPTEMBER-OCTOBER, 1961 Page 19 Wikamf. P| LI PINO PANGULONG TUDL1NG: rfnq fta/ataqa/ian nq S&Hilinq IVi/ia Mga giliw naming mambabasa, hindi namin kayo pinipilit na magbigay ng kahit kaunti man lamang na pansin ukol sa mga pitak na ito. Alam kong hindi kayo marunong magpahalaga sa sarili ninyong wika. Lalo pa ninyong itinataguyod ang mga wikang dayuhan sa halip na pagyamanin ninyo ang alin mang bagay na may kaugnayan sa ating bayan na maaring ikauunlad nito. Wika nga ng isang Kasabihan: “Dapat kayong magwalis muna sa sariling bakuian bago sa iba,” nguni’t pawang kabaligtaran ang ginagawa ninyong mga mamamayan. .. pawang pakitang-tao lamang ang namumugad sa inyong katauhan. Ang sumisikat na mga panulat sa panitikan ngayon ay pawang nakalathala sa mga wikang hindi atin tulad ng Ingles, Kastila, atb. pa. Ngunit ang mga sinasabi kong ito ay hindi pagkutya sa panitikang dayuhan o di kaya’y sa salitang dayuhan. Ang akin ay isang paalala lamang sa inyo mga kaibigan, kung natutulog pa ang inyong mga damdamin! Ang mga salita at panitikang dayuhan ay mayaman at punung-puno ng katotohanan, ngunit ito’y dayuhan at kailan man ay hindi magiging atin. Halos araw-araw ay nababasa ninyo sa pahayagan ang, “FILIPINO FIRST POLICY”. Ito ba’y naitaguyud ng ating mga mamayan? Noong naging pangulo ng ating ba yan ang yumaong Manuel L. Quezon, nadama niyang karapat-dapat sa isang malayang bayan ang magkaroon at gumamit ng sariling wika kaya niya ipinairal ang isang batas upang gumawa ng isang “Pambansang Wika.” Hindi nagkakamali ang ating yumaong pa ngulo. Tayong mga mamamayan la mang ang lumikha ng isang malaking kamalian. Ang paggamit ng sariling wika ay isang paraan upang mabigyan natin ng lunas ang mga suliraning makabayan sa pamamagitan ng isang wika na maaring maintindihan ng bawat ma mamayan. Kaya ipinairal ang batas na (/Vrt.s-a pahina 21 ang karugtong) GAYA ng mga nakaraang araw, muli ko na namang namalayan ang aking sarili na nanonood kay Lina sa pagpipiyano. Labis ang j aking paghanga sa kahusayan ni 1 Lina gaya ng aking paghanga sa mga I tugtuging kanyang ipinaririnig. I Kaya mo ba ito? Ang tanong niya sa akin at parang mga daliri ng diwatang naghahabulan ang kanyang I pagtugtog. Ngumiti lamang ako at i naisaloob ko kung kailan pa kaya ! ako matututo. i Kaibigan kong matalik si Lina inula pa sa pagkabata. Lagi kaming magkasaina hanggang sa magsilaki kami. Sa aming lugar, siya lamang | ang marunong magpiyano. Nagka> roon din ako ng pagnanais na maI tuto kahit kaunti. j Kailan pa kaya ako matututo, ha Lina? Ang tanong ko. i Kung mayroon kayong piyano ay I madali na—ang tugon niya. Kasi ! ayaw ka pa magpabili kahit segunda mano lamang. Sina itay kasi eh, malimit kong j ungkatin ang bagay na iyan, nguI ni’t ipinagwawalang-bahala nila — ang pahimutok ko namang nasabi. Bakit hindi mo ungkatin ulit at baka sakaling pagbigyan ka eh, di ' hindi ka na nang-iistorbo—ang pa| biro niyang sabi nguni’t nakasugat , din sa aking damdamin. 1 Hayaan mo’t susubukin kong mu li—at nagpaalam na ako sa kanya. Gayun ng gayon ang nangyayaring tagpo sa aming magkaibigan. Alam kong nakakaistorbo ako, nguni’t talagang malaki ang pagnanais kong matuto ng pagpipiyano kung kaya’t kinakapalan ko na ang aking mukha. Sina tatay naman ay kung bakit na■ titiis ako. Alam ko namang kaya nilang bumili ng kahit isang segunda manong piyano. Kinagabihan, pagkakain namin ng i hapunan, maaga akong nagtuloy sa aking higaan. Doon ay nag-iisip ako I ng paraan upang mapapayag kong I bumili ang aking mga magulang. Hatinggabi na ng ako’y makatulog. Kinaumagahan, gaya ng dapat I asahan ay tinanghali ako ng gising. ■ Pagkaayos ko ng aking katawan ay I lumabas na ako. Nguni’t gayon na I lamang ang aking pagkagitla sa aking nakita. Ang mga kasangkapan naI min ay pinagtutulung-tulungang ibaba ng ilang mga lalaki. Akala ko’y i naimbargo na ang aming bahay at | kasangkapan. Nguni’t hindi! Ang I mga maleta ay punung-puno rin. ! Gulung-gulo ang aking isipan kung kaya’t ng makita ko si Inay ay ma| dali akong nagtanong. i Ano po ang ibig sabihin nito? Mabuti’t nagising ka na Auring— ang sagot ni Inay. Alam mo’y lilipat na tayo ng tirahan. Ano po? Bakit po naman biglangbigla? Ni hindi n’yo man lamang nabanggit iyan sa akin. Ang sunudsunod kong sabi. At halos mapaiyak ako. Ikinalulungkot namin anak — ang wika ni Inay. Ako man ay nabigla rin. At isinalaysay niya ang lahat. Sa matagal na pagtatrabaho ng tatay mo at kasigasigan, nataas siya ng tungkulin at naragdagan ang kanyang suweldo. Nang magkagayon, bumili siya ng bahay sa pamamagi tan ng paghuhulog buwan-buwan. Ang lahat ng iyan ay inilihim daw niya upang diumano’y bigyan tayo ng sorpresa. At ngayon nga ang araw ng ating pag-alis. Ang patapos niyang sabi. n i ANITA SUSION Naging malungkot ang aming pagpapaalaman ni Lina. Yakap-yakap ko siya at iyak ako ng iyak. Siya man ay gayun din sa akin. Dadalaw ka namang paminsanminsan sa akin. Baka ngayong nasa malayo ka na eh hindi mo na ako maalala. Ang wika niya. Hinding-hindi kita makakalimutan at gayun din ang ating magandang pagsasamahan—at hindi ko na nasa bi pa ang iba kong nais na sabihin ng marinig ko ang tawag ni Inay na hudyat na aalis na kami. Diyan ka na Lina at humahagulgol akong nagtatakbo sa aming sasakyan. Talagang hindi ko yata maiiwan ang aming lugar na lubhang napamahal na sa akin. Marami ring oras kaming naglakbay hanggang sa marating namin ang aming patutunguhan. Gayon na lamang ang aking paghanga ng tumigil ang aming sasakyan sa tapat ng isang makabagong bahay. Ito ay napipintahan ng mga murang kulay. Napaliligiran ito ng pantay-balikat na rehas na bakod at sa harapan ng bahay ay magagandang halamang nahihitik sa bulaklak at sa likuran naman ay mga puno ng bungangkahoy. Napakagandang pagmalasin. Tila talagang inihanda sa aming pagdating. Pagbungad namin sa loob ng ba hay ay halos tumigil ang aking paghinga. Isang bagay ang nakatawag ng aking pansin. Napaiyak na naman ako at halos mawalan ako ng malay hindi dahil sa kalungkutan kundi dahil sa kaligayahan. Ang malaon ko ng pinapangarap ay natupad din—ang nawika ko at nag tatakbo ako sa lugar na kinalalagyan ng aking pangarap—ang piyano. Buong kasabikan akong tumipa nang tumipa kahit na hindi ako gaanong marunong. Iyan ang sorpresa namin sa iyo ng iyong ama at naramdaman ko ang mapagmahal na paghagod sa aking buhok ni Inay. Alam naming nahihirapan ang iyong kalooban kung napapansin mo ang aming pagwawalang-bahala kung inuungkat mo ang mga bagay na iyan. Ngayon ay na tupad na ang pangarap mo—ang mahabang sabi ni Inay. (Nasa pahina 21 ang karuatong) Page 20 THE CAROLINIAN Nang Kita’ij Makita ni BEN NAPOLES, JR. Puso ko’y laging kumakaba Tuwing kita’y makita Na sa iba’y kasama Ngumingiti’t maligaya... Hindi mo pa yata alam Nilisan kitang walang paalam ’Pagkat ayaw kong mamasdan ang Nakakainggit n’yong pag-iibigan... Bakit ikaw pa ang napili? Ibigin upang masawi? Buti pa kaya’y magbigti, At buliay sa Diyos isasauli... &ula sa ‘Dalariang Ruso ni RUSTICO PADERANGA Ako ang alingawngaw ng iyong tinig, Ang anino ng iyong anino... Ang yabag ng iyong nandidiing paa.. Gayon man, ika’y hindi akin, ako naman ay di iyo ngunit ako ay ikaw rin... lisa ba ang ating puso? Ang puso’y nagiging isa lamang Kung ang pag-ibig ay naghahari... Rosas ni DEMOCRITO CRISOSTOMO O ROSAS kay ganda-ganda mo! Kay bango ng iyong singaw, Kumikislap pa ang iyong dahon. O ROSAS ika’y mahinhin, Mabait, at walang kibo... Kung ang mga babae lang Ay tutulad sa iyo... ang buhay Ay malayo sa gulo... Rabae ni BRUNO PALER JR. May luha ang mata mo! Bakit? Bakit mo inaaksaya Ang kapirasong tubig... Tubig na nagbuhat sa pag-ibig? Ang luha’y di dapat aksayahin! Ang luha’y puhunan ng babae Sa pagpapahinto ng galit Ng binatang malapit sa kanyang puso. Muling Nabubukay ni LAMBERTO G. CEBALLOS NOON: Yaring puso’y humagulgol, sumigaw sa mga luhang kumikinang na sa mga mata ko’y nagtakbuhan — Pag-ibig ko’y patay na. NGAYON: Nang ika’y aking nararamdaman, puso ko’y pumipintig at muling naliliwanagan ang karimlan ng aking kahapon — Bagong pag-ibig sa puso ko’y sumisibol. KARIMLAN MANUEL S. HINDI mapagkatulog si David. Halos hindi niya maipikit ang kanyang mga mata... balisangbalisa siya at ang kanyang katawan ay nakabalot sa pawis,—bunga ng matinding kirot na suniisiil sa kan yang mga laman... Bigla na lamang may pumahid sa kanyang noo... iyon ay si Leny na kanyang maybahay. Leny? Ikaw ba iyan? ang takbo ng isip ni David sa mga katagang halos hindi niya mabigkas. “Oo, David, si Leny ito. Hindi ki ta iiwanan,” sagot ng babae. “Leny, hindi ko na matitiis ang paghihirap kong ito. Nais ko nang mamatay,” ang naghihirap na sagot ni David. “Huwag itay! Huwag ninyo akong iiwan. Mahal ka namin ng Nanay,” bigla na lamang ang pagsalita ng bata nang marinig ang sabi ng ama. Siya pala’y kasama ng kanyang ina sa pagamutan. “Leny! Utang na loob! Ilayo mo si Boy!” pasigaw na sabi ni David. Marahang nilisan ni Leny at ng kanyang anak ang silid ng pagamu tan. Bigla na lamang nagkaroon ng katahimikan ang madilim na silid ni David. At sa pagkakahiga niya’y unti-unting nagbalik sa kanyang gunita ang pakikihamok niya sa Ko rea... kung papano siya nasugatan at dinala sa pagamutan... at nga yon... naririto na naman siya sa isang pagamutan, upang suriin kung ano talaga ang kanyang sakit. Nanlaki ang mga mata ni David nang bigla niyang nakita ang untiunting pagbukas ng pintuan kasabay ng nakakasilaw na ilaxv at ang mga katagang narinig niya sa nag-uusap salabas... KANSER! KANSER! ang sakit niya! ! Hindi makapaniwala si David. DIYOS KO tulungan po ninyo ako! ang gunita ni David. Dahan-dahan siyang pumanaog sa kanyang kama upang... HINDI ma aring dito ako mamatay sa Ospital, wika ni David. Kailangan kong... kailangan ko pa bang paghirapan ang buliay kong ito? patuloy na paggunita ni David. Sa paglabas niya sa bakuran ng pagamutan hindi niya kaagad nalaman kung saan siya tutungo... Piyano (Karugtong ng pahina 20) Hindi ko malaman kung ano ang dapat kong gawin ng mga sandaling iyang kaya ginagap ko na lamang ang mga kamay ni Itay at ni Inay at pinupog ko ng halik sabay sabing— Salamat, salamat sa inyo. Ngayon ay maari mong ibalita iyan kay Lina at tuloy yayain mo silang mag-ina upang pumunta lito. Si Itay ang nagsalita. Opo Itay— ang tugon ko. Ngayon, narito na naman ako sa harap ng piyano, nguni’t hindi ang dating tanawin ang makikita. Sa halip na mga sanay na daliri ni Lina ang makikita, mga mababagal na pagtipa ng bago pa lamang na tututo ang mamamalas. At iyan ay walang iba kundi ako... Xiuuenta ni. SATORRE, JR. wala na siyang paparoonan. Nang bigyan niya ng kahuli-hulihang tingin ang pagamutan, naulinigan ni yang nagkagulo na ang mga tao doon... Nawala ang pasyente! ang mga salitang sinambot ng kanyang pandinig. Napatawa lang si David. At patuloy pa rin siyang naglalakad sa madilim na lansangan... walang tutunguhan kundi ang karimlan ng kanyang mga gunita... KANSER! KANSER! KANSER! ang kanyang Sa kanyang paglalakad, nagunita niya ang mga matatamis niyang mga araw, bago sila ikinasal ni Leny. Natandaan pa niya ang malambing nilang pag-susuyuan sa Baguio... at natandaan din niya ang paghihirap nito ng isinilang si Boy... ang mga araw nang si Boy ay lumaki na at kung papano niya ito nilalaro... Nguni’t, ang mga matatamis na mga gunitang ito ay parang lason na kay David, sapagka’t ang gunitang siya’y may kanser ay ang pumapatay nito. Patuloy ang takbo ng mga gunita ni David, patuloy ang kanyang paglakad hanggang sa narating niya ang malalim na tulay ng Quezon. Siya’y tumigil dito, sumandal sa tabi ng tu lay at tinanaw ang malalim na tubig. Natanaw niya sa tubig ang isang karimlan na magiging lunas sa kan yang paghihirap. Bigla niyang itinaas ang kanyang paa upang tumalon sa tubig at magpakamatay. ... nguni’t bigla niyang nagunita si Boy... Hindi! Hindi! Hindi ko magagawa ito! Hindi ako nababaliw! Nilisan ni David ang tulay at tumakbo ng walang tutunguhan hang gang sa naabutan siya ng sakuna. Sa kanyang pagtakbo... siya’y nasagasaan... Naglaho na siya sa Ka rimlan... patay na siya. Hanggang ngayon ay hindi pa nababatid ng kanyang asawa o di ka ya’y ng kanyang doctor kung siya ba’y may Kanser... gayong hindi pa pala nasusuri si David. Ang narinig niyang pinag-uusapan ng doctor sa labas ng kanyang silid ay hindi siya kundi ibang pasyente. Pati ang ating mga isip mga kaibigan ay nababalot na rin sa karimlan. May kanser nga kaya si David? Ang Kahalagahan . • • (Karugtong ng pahina 20) ito ay upang sa darating na panahong tatanghalin na sa buong daigdig ang ating bayan bilang dakila, hindi tayo mapapahiyang ipagsabi sa apat na sulok ng daigdig na tayo’y may sariling wika at isang panitikang nakasulat sa sariling wika. Hindi ba kayo nasisiyahan sa ating wikang “TAGALOG”, bilang pambansang wika? Bakit gayon na lamang ang pagalipusta ninyo sa wikang ito, gayong para na ring kinukutya ninyo ang inyong sarili? M. SS. JR. (Patnugot) SEPTEMBER-OCTOBER, 1961 Page 21 THE TOURISTS All this augurs well for better and increased student services. MAJOR FELIX SAVELLON Dr. Felix Savellon has been called back to the Army for an eight-month tour of duty. He is a Major in the Medical Corps. Father Rector, in a letter to Dr. S?.vellon, said: “Although you... would be difficult to replace, the University willingly releases you... In these days filled with communist threats of war, we must give priority to such order as this calling you back to active service... HEFTA TOURISTS Thirty-two women, including five teachers, from the Home Economics De partment went on a four-day educational tour of Negros during the second week of August. Visiting Dumaguete, Bacolod, San Car los, Toboso, Fabrica, Calatrava, and Victorias, the touring HEFTA (Home PRESENTATION OF SPONSORS Economics Future Teachers’ Associa tion) members and their instructors were met and feted like visiting digni taries by municipal and school officials, student associations, USC alumni, and friends there. But greeted by a barrage of mid term exams as soon as they arrived, they found no time to reminisce on their happy trip and probably wished educa tion consisted entirely of educational tours. PRESENTATION OF SPONSORS A parade and review for the presenta tion of sponsors for 1961 was held by the USC ROTC at the Abellana High School grounds in the morning of Sep tember 27. Heading the list of sponsors were: Cdtte. Col. Teresita Lastrilla, corps spon sor; Cdtte. Lt. Col. Lina Abalon, corps sweetheart; and Cdttes. Lt. Col. Luz Relampagos and Belen Napules, batta lion sponsors. A sponsors’ ball was also held on the same day, in the evening, at the III MA Officers’ Club. PLACEMENT BUREAU The newly enlarged Student Services Office under Rev. Lawrence Bunzel has plunged into several ambitious projects, among which the opening of a Placement Bureau is by far the most ambitious and most promising. The Bureau’s aim is to make it easier for our students and alumni to find jobs outside the University. Already a comprehensive survey to gather data concerning the working po tentiality of the student body has be gun. Students have been ask to fill out the requisite forms in their classes. On the work opportunity side, the Student Services Office has made con tacts with some business establishments in the city. I wish I also would be called back to service in the American Army.” (Fr. Rector has been an Air Force Chaplain with the rank of Captain.) THE PHOTOGRAPHIC SENSIBILITY Intent on awakening the “photogra phic sensibility” of the University’s po pulation, Editor Rey Yap organized a Camera club whose avowed aim is “to promote photography as an art.” Starting with about fifteen enthu siasts, the club hopes to enlarge mem bership as soon as it undertakes enough projects to catch the attention of the lethargic and the photographically in sensible. RECTOR-FACULTY DAY Friday, September 8 (which is the Foundation Day of the Society of the Divine Word), the University again celebrated the traditional Rector-Faculty Day. ATTY. BUGARIN Page 22 THE CAROLINIAN The schedule for the Day was: 6:30 a.m.—Mass, USC Chapel 7:00 a.m.—Breakfast, Archbishop Re yes Hall 9:00 a.m.—Pass-in-Review, Abellana National School Grounds 7:00 p.m.—Reception and Dinner Dance (native costumes were strictly required), Chinese Cham ber of Commerce. ORGANIZATION HEADS When the final returns were in, the following found themselves heading the University’s major organizations: !>(:«* Dr. Concepcion Rodil, Faculty Club President; Dr. Jesus Yap, Alumni As sociation President; Reynaldo Yap, Ca rolinian Editor; Manuel Go, Student Council President; Arnulfo King, ROTC Corps Commander; Roberto Fruto, SCA President. FACULTY-STUDENT ACQUAINTANCE PARTY The first faculty-student acquaintance celebration opened with a bang Sunday, August 20, at 3:00 p.m. and ended at 7:00 p.m. The celebration consisted of a pro gram, games, contests, a bonfire, a merienda-cena, all of which took place on the USC grounds gaily decorated with nipa huts and bunches of sugar cane at the sides, hundreds of fluttering little flags and “puso” hung on ropes that traversed the grounds, and two pigs roasting on a pit in the center. Many of the participants themselves lent the local color: they came in local Scholars MISS VARELA costumes, the men in barong tagalog, the women in patadiong. Proposed by the faculty club, and jointly undertaken with the Student Council, it was designed to forge closer ties between students and teachers by bringing them together on a social basis. During the celebration, the minimum of formalities and distinctions between A SMALL SECTION OF THE CROWD AT THE FACULTY-STUDENT ACQUAINTANCE PARTY teacher and student were observed, and conduct was guided only by considera tions of mutual respect and friendship. Though confessedly the celebration fell a little short of the goal, it was never theless a giant step in the right direc tion. Atty. Catalino Doronio and Miss Ju liet Villaluz were the chairmen of the faculty and student panels, respectively. FATHERS AND FACULTY MEMBERS ABROAD Fr. Rudolf Rahman is in Honolulu, attending the Tenth Pacific Science Congress. He left in the last week of August by Pan-Am jet for a three-week round of conferences with the Science Congress and the East-West Center, RUSH WORK ON FACULTY BUILDING As of this writing, work on the fa culty building is going on day and night, in two shifts. Work starts at seven a.m. and end at twelve p.m. Night work, however, will stop upon completion of the basement, the first of nine storeys, when the technical pro blems that make it necessary shall have been eliminated. which sponsored his travel. Atty. Expedito Bugarin and Miss Lourdes Varela have left for the United States on Fulbright-Smith Mundt scho larships. Atty. Bugarin will study inter national relations at Georgetown U; Miss Varela will study the teaching of English as a second language at Michi gan U. Dr. Wilhelm Bruehl is expected to leave anytime now for Germany. He will advise the German government on local conditions which must be taken into account in the setting up of the million peso chemical pilot plant to be entrust ed to the University by the German gov ernment. SEPTEMBER-OCTOBER, 1961 Page 23 ASSISTANT COMMANDANT ROTC j DMST Personality by NICOLAS VERGARA Within the whole chain of com mands of the whole USC-ROTC unit, there exists an additional sparkplug chain that links the P. del Rosario diehards in their quest for the laurel wreath—the star. Behind the cadet corps are the cadet officers, behind the cadet of ficers is the administration, and be hind one of the tables of the Dept, of Military Science and Tactics of fice looms a figure that hails from the Philippine Military Academy— 1st. Lt. Antonio R. Samonte, INF. Although a hardboiled PMA prod uct, he is still unassumingly reserv ed, friendly, with a proconsular look and leadership that asserts coolness under fire with tactical and tactful command over the ca det corps. He topped the examina tion given by the PMA for wouldbe scholars to the U.S. Naval Aca demy in Annapolis. However, aft er his papers were arranged, he declined the scholarship grant be cause he loved the PMA more. He was also a member of the PMA Corps Squad. As all of us know, he is now the gallant soldier beside Mrs. Julieta Samonte, one of the Borromeo sis ters who at present is the adviser of the Cadette Sponsors. As a man, he is naturally proud of this vic tory and as a soldier, he is equally proud of an impressive and busy military career serving in different military engineering installations after being commissioned in the Army. When Maj. Jose M. Aquino was elevated to the Superintendency of all ROTC and PMT Units, he cer tainly needed a trusted and reliable Assistant Commandant to help in sure a strategic blueprint in re gaining the star, to formulate a compact, workable system that makes a cadet corps click, and to promote a knot of kinship between cadets and officers as well as to act as filler between the DMST and the Administration. This job falls on the shoulders of our DMST personality and there is no doubt that with his qualities he will ren der a great deal of decisive points in this coming Tactical Inspections. With this new link in the chain we expect the “OPERATION Maj. Aquino-lst Lt. Samonte” to hit a surefire formula in gaining the prestige of being A-l ROTC contingent in the whole III MA. “When you wish upon a star, it makes no difference where you are...” With this fragment from an old song the USC “diehards” just buckled their fatigue and khaki uniforms for this year’s training in “hitching their wagon to the star” under soaking rain and blistering sun on the regular Saturday and Sunday drills. In spite of this the Warriors come out of it still with that green and gold esprit de corps. The USC ROTC contingent this year again levels its gun against the coveted crown. Last yeal' the unit missed that crown in a hair line competition with the different ROTC units of the III MA. Cen tral Philippine University emerged victorious through the under ground warfare for that emblazon prestige. Last year’s tactical in spections was indeed a match with the hotly contested US presiden tial fight between Senator JFK and then Vice-President Nixon. Page 24 THE CAROLINIAN THE NEW ECHELON The new line-up is composed of men chosen for their outstanding leadership and performance in the theoretical and tactical military science. And for hav ing proved to be men dedicated to their task, who stick to the time-tested army code of loyalty, integrity and “esprit de corps”. The job of heading a thousand-man organization and making them a crack corps is no job for a sad-sack. It takes a lot of grit to make a bunch of freshies click. Taking a box on the ROTC ar mored front is Cdt. Col. ARNULFO KING. True to his name, he has sweat ed it out as a cadet private to become the "King” of the cadets of the starstudded USC ROTC after a keen com petition with his colleagues in the roll of cadet officers. He is a sturdy though unassuming man who at present is a 4th year Mechanical Engineering student. Like the previous Corps Commanders he has quite an impressive record as a cadet behind him. With enthusiasm, zeal, and good public relations with the officers and the DMST he fought it out in a run silent-run deep fashion which has earned him the commandership. He ably handled the ALPHA Company and men tored his cadets to an impressive finish by accumulating record-high points in the Theoretical Tactical exams. His staff is composed of Cdt. Capt. Pete Bacus, Cdt. Lt. Al Encomienda, Cdt. Lt. Blanco, and Cdt. Lt. Bernardo Teo. The present Corps Commander knows that it is a challenging job to be the repository of a glorious past, to uphold that past although he will not carry a half-hearted effort but will strive on with the diehards behind him. Cdt. Lt. Col. Adriano M. Ampong 1ST. BN. COMMANDER Cdt. Col. Arnulfo D. King CORPS COMMANDER DIEHARDS ARE MADE, NOT BORN: To transform freshies and tender feet into diehard warriors, that inspires and imposes his authority with a deter mined leadership. The first battalion is proud to present Cdt. Lt. Col. Addy Ampong. A Napoleon, one way or other — short and rugged, brisk and snappy, determined and intelligent, fits this 4th year Mechanical Engineering student. Barely three months of training thru constant hammering have just popped the freshies out of their nut-shells and showed their young vigor in a close com petition of military phases with the over confident second year basic cadets. This showing was ably supported by Addy’s energetic company commanders. First on the line is Cdt. Capt. Casimiro Nadela, a corps commander in the making who is efficiently supported by his platoon leaders Cdt. Lt. Jose Prit chard; Cdt. Lt. Roberto Ybanez; Cdt. Lt. Ramon Montinola; and Cdt. Lt. Da nilo Lao; Cdt. Lt. Tampus. A bravo to Cdt. Ernesto Estrera for commanding the “B” Company. Cdt. Lt. Cotiamco, Cdt. Lt. Villagonzalo, Cdt. Lt. Evange lista, Cdt. Lt. Alve and Cdt. Lt. Leyson composed his company staff. The unpredictable Charlie Company is spearheaded by Cdt. Capt. Benjamin Delute and the rest are Cdt. Lieuts. serving as Platoon Leaders namely: Mi chael Villagonzalo, Reynaldo Desquitado, Leo Villacrucis, Victor Orcullo and the battalion staff is composed of Cdt. Maj. Romarate, S-l; Cdt. Capt. Cabrera, S-2; Cdt. Lt. Cruz, S-3; and Cdt. Lt. Chiongbian as S-4. DIEHARDS NEVER DIE: To brighten the spirits of the second year basic cadets a solid, muscle-packed, knuckle-bent, and well-geared hunk of a man was assigned to the second batta lion. He is no other than Cdt. Lt. Col. Romeo Escalderon. He is just “that” man to hammer out the second year basic cadets to a spic ’n span batta lion. His staff is composed of Cdt. Ma jor Barredo, S-l; Cdt. Capt. Rock Di zon, S-2; Cdt. Capt. Barba as S-3; and Cdt. Lt. Wilfredo Yu, S-l. The old reliable Foxtrot Company is commanded by Cdt. Maj. Victor Cajoles who foxes his way out through his men. Under him are platoon leaders Cdt. Capt. Ruben Paca, Cdt. Capt. Samuel Dunque, and Cdt. Capt. Baylosis. Cdt. Maj. Jose Alivio tops the Btry. with Cdt. Capts. Ramoncito Jabagat, and Salvador Valenzona. The DELTA Btry. is headed by Cdt. Maj. Minoza. The new top brass will fill the shoes vacated by the old reliables moulded by Roque Cervantes, Eufroceno Raffinan, Romeo Mantua, and Baltazar Marques. The regaining of the star and the glory that would be the officers and cadets’ rest to a considerable degree on the 1961-1962 ROTC DIEHARDS! Cdt. Lt. Col. Romeo M. Escalderon 2N. BN. COMMANDER SEPTEMBER-OCTOBER, 1961 Page 25 Sitting, 1st Row, Left to Right: Arsenic Solon, Ruben Aquino (Mascot), Jose Reynes. — 2nd Row: Christopher Lock, Juan Aquino Jr. (Coach), Dionisio Jakosaleni II (Captain), I’r. Valentino Darunday (Athletic Moderator), Ernesto Morales. Standing Left to Right: Elorencio Ocaba, Baldomero Estenzo, Ulysses Cabreros, Raul Reyes, Primitivo Calixtro, Anselmo Briones, Bobby Barria, Victorino Maglasang, I'ulgencio Valer. Focus on the BB Cage Hostilities by ROGER PENALOSA THE USC Mftet/LINE-UP by RENATO M. RANCES This year’s line-up of the cage teain is not as strong and power-packed as last year’s. That to covet the CCAA diadem affirmatively appears dim and almost, it seems, nothing to represent or face any basketball tussle. The sad spectacle of Dodong Aquino’s erstwhile former cage hitkit is attributed mainly to the defection of almost all his helmsmen on the hard court. The “panic” came as a result of the graduation slum of almost all warriors preferably Julian “Century Kid” Macoy, skipper Isidoro “shorty” Canizares, diminutive Manolo Baz, befuddling Roberto “Ball-Feint” Reynes (cage captain), brilliant dribblers Patricio Palmares, Maximo Pizarras, and It is worthwhile mentioning that in the last four years in their search for glory, the Warriors have been consistent finalists in the intercollegiate tourney, a high record for provincial teams. Though local followers at tributed the luck as “soft bracketing,” a very flimsy reason considering that last year’s CCAA runner-up were against champion teams from Manila's various tourneys, the USC Warriors have manifested splendid showing which gained “popular prestige” and fame not only from the local fans but from the national basketball aficionados as well. “This year’s stand-in of the Warriors is indeed poor since most of them are ‘immigrants’ from the various intramural and interscholastic games, hence not so highly trained neophytes”, to quote Fr. Darunday, the athletic moderator. The warriors, fielding a better line-up than they did last year, lacked, at first, coordination and proper teamwork among themselves and coach Dodong Aquino must have to play heroine in “piloting” big boys. They, however, have promising dribblers to build up their title hopes such as Christoper Lock, Ernesto Morales, Florencio Ocaba, Ulysses Cabreros, Anselmo Briones, Baldomero Estenzo, Arsenio Solon, and others. (Continued on page 29) The 1961 intramural cage tournament got underway on July 27 with ten teams vying for the much-coveted intramural basketball crown. i A colorful parade of competing teams, the USC band’s sounding, the BB play er’s oathtaking and Fr. Rector’s tossing of the ball to start the opening games, ushered in the highlights of the occasion. Finance and Engineering Alpha raised the curtain and fought a nip and tuck duel. The Alpha Engineers who were favored to bag the game bowed to the Commerciantes who eked out a hairline triumph, 42-41, thanks to Cellan of Fin ance who played a hero’s role aftei- a twinner during the las’ 5 seconds of play. The other opening games winner were the Law Barristers who fashioned out its first victory by overwhelming the slowfoot Scientists of the Liberal Arts team to the tune of 45-37. From the opening salvo up to the homestretch, the future attorneys spliced the cords with deadly accuracy that left no doubt as to the outcome of the game. To date, here are the standing of the competing teams: ALPHA (Engineering) .. GAMMA (Architecture) . BETA (Surveying) ........ MANAGEMENT (Commerce) ............... FINANCE (Commerce) . ACCOUNTING (Commerce) .............. LAW ................................... ARTS ................................. SCIENCE ........................... EDUCATION ................... IF 4. 3 L 1 1 1 3 2 2 1 2 1 0 2 2 2 2 3 3 4 Who will be crowned champion... that we do not know yet. But at this writing, Alpha, Beta, and Gamma are picked by cage experts as “dark-horses” of the loop. However, Finance, Law, Accounting and Management may spring a lot of surprises in the course of the tourney. Page 26 THE CAROLINIAN the GALLERY by DELANO TECSON • With this issue this column makes its first appearance. From this day on, it snail act as a sen tinel, ever watching from near and afar how our representatives in the Sportslandia display their athletic prowess and to give an account whether they have acted in the highest spirit of sportsman ship. With this in mind, this co lumn shall not hesitate to give laurel to whomsoever deserves it nor shall it be reluctant to casti gate those who might drift away from the standard rules of Sports, without fear of persecutions and reprisals. • This column has seen the Ca rolinian Five display their wares in the local cagedom. In fact, seldom has it failed to see and observe them during their practice sessions. If it were to appraise the present Warriors' chances of copping the 1961 CCAA Cage diadem, it won't give the War riors even a Chinaman's chance to snatch the much coveted cage gonfalon and proclaim themselves as virtual monarchs of the cage mahogany. To bring the bacon home will be a high and mighty task for Coach Dodong Aquino, perhaps a task harder than Berlin crisis for John Fitzgerald Kennedy to solve. • There is no doubt why many cage experts concede that the present Warriors' line-up consti tutes merely a shadow of the previous year's roster. The loss of the impeccable shooting power of Julian Macoy, the seldomopposed rebounding prowess of Coring Canizares, the tricky and almost "impossible" snipings of Bobby Reynes, the dare-devil plays of Eddy Galdo and a deep bench that decided many a tense and nerve-quivering game cast doubt upon the ability of our present Warriors to finish the cage season as CCAA champions. • The way Rev. Fr. Valentino Darunday handles the inter-de partmental Intramural Series is worthy of praise. The addition of three more teams in the cage series, sure generates a livelier scramble for the Intramural cage tiara. Practically all the depart ments are represented in the vol leyball games. All these and many more make you worthy of kudos Rev. Fr. Warriors Enter CCAA Cage Finals by MANUEL S. SATORRE, Jr. Redshirts Upset Warrior The USC Green and Gold Warriors entered the hardcourt in the opening games of the CCAA scramble only to be shocked by the Cebu Technical School Redshirts who gave them a hairline, 70-69 surprise blow. Warriors Avenge Setback Coach “Dodong" Aquino’s contingent were undismayed after that upset from the CTS Redshirts. The Warriors blaz ed to their first success by smashing the Universal Radio Institute Goldies with basketball mastery wonderfully dis played by the dribbling skills of shot maker “Ansyong Ocaba” and the furious under-the-basket shootings of unstop pable “Ansing” Briones and Morales. The Warriors erupted their first points when first-stringer Ernesto Mo rales made two for charity, followed by a hook shot from towering skipper “Isyong" Jakosalem. But the URI Goldies didn’t stand numb. They re taliated when Villaflor and Diola tal lied for the equalizer. Formidable as they are, the Warriors broke away when the Goldies ran short of ammunition. With the combined scoring potentials of Briones, Magla sang, Lock and Cabreros who headed for the basket with four straight holes, the score catapulted USC to an insured 39-33 lead with ten minutes left to play at halftime. URI Goldies, losing no hope, rallied from behind when Diola, Capoy and Vi llaflor broke loose to narrow the War riors lead to 35-45. But coach “Dodong” Aquino, who showed signs to avenge the Warriors unpredictable setback from the Redshirts, dug deep into his bag of tricks and sued for time to re new offenses. He employed a close-in weaving set play to break the Goldies USC FOOTBALL TEAM DEFENDING CHAMPION ZONE VII AND CCAA Standing (left to right) : Tito Rubi, Quinet Ubaco, Coloy Sa-a, Bugs Unchuan, Gerry Llanto (Coach); Father Darunday (Athletic Moderator); Lina Abalon (Sponsor); Joe Alazas, Camilo Go, Dodong Loreto, Willie Trinidad, Nilo Alazas. Kneeling (left to right): Lany Rubi, Nap Elizondo, Bill Martin, Al Nunez, Nite Trinidad (Captain). Not in Picture: Buddy Sala (Goalie), Alo Tolok, Pepe Pajutrao, Pito Ravina, Neting Codina. defenses eventually carried by the flur ries and drive-in shots of Briones, Mo rales, Reynes and Ocaba that gave the Warriors a 14-point lead. The Goldies were never able to re cover after the outburst of USC point makers and fell back by as many as 26 points to end the game with 10789 margin. Warriors Trump CTI For Second Win San Carlos U Green and Gold War riors moved up to their second triumph by trimming the Concord Technical In stitute quintet, 95-81, with shotmaker Ocaba splurging 21 points to clinch an easy conquest over the highly-vaunted five. Witty coach “Dodong” Aquino’s War riors paced by playmaker Ernesto Mo rales, sparkplug Tupoy Lock and sticky handed Beb Cabreros gave the CTI quintet the headache after their screaching bicycle lay-ups and the quin tet was behind by six points with five minutes left to play at lemontime. But there was a point in the game at the homestretch when the War riors lost their shooting touch with a weakening defense as Conge, Longakit and Bacalso of the quintet spearheaded a late rally which gave the Warriors a scare with 1:30 seconds left that was hipped at 95-81 at gunbark. Cobras Step Warriors Taking on the hard-boiled and welloiled SWU Cobras before the second round of the CCAA Cagefest, the War riors suffered a setback that was a blessing in disguise. The SWU victory over the Warriors elevated other teams to equal footing with the highly-touted (Continued on page 30) SEPTEMBER-OCTOBER, 1961 Castell ana offlaria Maria Paz, Maria Paz, te luces muy hermosa, _____________________________________________ _ te portas muy graciosa, III K| I /-> * I I a ti mi alma se desliza | Una Novela Comentada | „ a„helo „„ „ bri„. IpRNESTO, joven pintor, pensionado J por el gobierno espanol en Roma, es sorprendido en su estudio por la visita de un viejo amigo de su padre, de Don Ventura, acompanado de su bellisima hija Amparo. La presencia de la joven impresiono al artista que desde aquel momento grabo en su imaginacion el bellisimo rostro de la graciosa madrilena. Y al partir sus visitantes, Ernesto pudo reproducir con toda fidelidad en el lienzo el retrato de la joven. Por su parte Amparo tenia la con viction de la buena impresion que habia causado en el artista. Al dia siguiente, Ernesto fue al hotel a visitar a sus ami gos y llevo el lienzo del retrato de Amparo. Amparo pregunto a Ernesto que era el vollo que Ernesto llevaba en la mano y el Artista con gran alegria desarrollo el lienzo y se lo mostro a Don Ventura y a su hija, esta quedo admirada y se sentia feliz al saber la buena impresion que habia causado en Ernesto. — Estaba convencida de que cl pintor la amaba ... Don Ventura, Amparo y Ernesto siguiendo los deseos de la joven visitando el coliseo. Ernesto feliz e inspirado por la joven a quien amaba y por las ruinas del coloso iba explicando, cuanto sabia y la joven admiraba la artistica manera de describir de Ernesto. Don Ventura exclamaba por decir algo — MAGNI FICO pero los dos jovenes pasaron una noche dcliciosa a la luz de la luna. Al dia siguiente, para complacer a Amparo decidieron salir para Florencia y all! los dos jovenes se sentian cada vez mas enamorados, y el tiempo pasaba sin sentir. Sin embargo, una nube de preocupacioncs invadio de pronto la ima gination de Ernesto en la visita que hicieron a palacio de los Medicis, un joven saludo afectuosamente a Amparo, y mas tarde Ernesto supo que era vecino de su amada y tambien artista que habia cautivado el interes de Amparo por lo buen que tocaba el organo. Don Ventura habia decidido emprcnder el regreso a Espana pasando antes por Paris. La noticia alarmo a Ernesto y su alarma le llevo a pedir una cita especial a Amparo para pedirle que no le olvidase. Los dos jovenes se prometieron amarse. El dia de partir llcgo y Ernesto a la estacion de Florencia a despedir a Don Ventura y a su hija. El joven con todo el tormento de su Por MIGUEL FLORES corazon vid que el joven Corde de Lo reto. Subia en el mismo tren y se acomodaba en el mismo coche de primera que Don Ventura. Amparo se despidio de Ernesto con grandisima pena. Durante el viaje a Paris, supieron que el conde de Loreto iba a Paris para asistir a unas carreras de caballos en las que corria un caballe del Conde. Amparo, felicito al joven aristocrata por lo bien que tocaba el organo y este le ofrecio darle lecciones en Paris. Contestd que se establecio una gran carrera de simpatia entrela joven y el Conde. Llegado el dia de las carreras, el pruebe que debia montar la yegua del Conde se puso enfermo y el mismo Conde corrio la yegua. Amparo y su padre Ciudad de Cebu Rev. Padre Anthony Buchcik, SVD 3 de septiembre de 1961 Decano del Colegio de Education Universidad de San Carlos Ciudad de Cebu Mi Muy Reverendo Padre: Ruego de su Reverencia que se digne dispensar mi ausencia de mis clases porque tuve que guardar cama por haberme enfermado de trancazo. En espera de su atenta consideration, me quedo su Reverencia, muy respetuoso servidor, q. p. m. b. Corazon Villacrucis BSHE IV esperaban en el coche el resultado de la carrera y con gran emocidn y alegria observaron que el Conde obtuvo el pri mer premio concedido por la emperatriz Eugenia y que le fue entregado por ella misma. Apenas recibida la preciosa joya encerada en un magnifico estuche. Corrio el vencedor a donde se hallaban Don Ventura y su hijo para entregar el trofeo a Amparo. Este triunfo le ocasiono al Conde de Loreto un serio disgusto pues creyendose insultado y teniendo un temperamento violento, provoco un duelo y mato a su joven adversario. Amparo se sentio muy apenada y el conde que se habia enamorado de ella — le conto su vida azorosa y le dijo que ella podra ser su angel de la guarda. Amparo sensible joven se creyo en el debia de ayudar al conde y este convencido del amor de la joven pidio su mano a Don Ventura y cuando represaron a Madrid, se casaron. Ernesto termino el cuadro que pre Maria Paz, Maria Paz, Por que no me miras? Por que andas tu sin parar? A mi no senalas las manos, a mi no vuelven tus ojos. Maria Paz, Maria Paz, que linda te reflejas, que frescas tus sonrisas, si bien esta, a mi aprecias, te doy siempre mis mil caricias. Maria Paz, Maria Paz, Ya sabes que te quiero, De veras, te espiro. A mi no senalas las manos, a mi no vueves los ojos. Por JOSE M. VELOSO Liberal Arts paro en Florencia para una exposition en Madrid y volvio a Espana donde le esperaban sus dos intimos amigos, Mar cia, un poeta y Andres, pintor como Er nesto. Los tres amigos se alegraron a verse de nuevo y mientras Ernesto des cansaba, desarrollaron el lienzo y se quedaron admirados de la obra de su amigo Murcier que se llavaria el primer premio y una fama mejor tai. Al fijarse en una de las cabezas que represents a la reina Ester reconocio a Amparo. Ernesto negd que fuese una realidad y sus amigos respetaron su secreto pues veran al artista triste y preocupado y el nombre y el motivo no era otro que el silencio de Amparo aunque el ignoraba que estuviese ya casada con otro pero pronto tuvo la noticia que le hirio de muerte. Despues de tai aconticimiento, se quebranto la salud de Ernesto hasta que llego el dia que murid el. Antes de su muerte pintd la imagen de Amparo para probarle su amor tierno y sincero. Page 28 THE CAROLINIAN Tk USC LINE-UP (Continued from page 26) THE LINE-UP: DIONISIO JAKOSALEM — Captain — passboard hookshot specialty. CHRISTOPHER LOCK — The “mighty mite” of the Warriors: shoot-ingest forward of them all; his left-handed jumpshot and occasional lay-up shots are steady. ANSELMO BRIONES — Interscholastic player; a deadly manipulator under the shaded area, an ex-Diamond Gloves beware. ERNESTO MORALES — In spite of his size he is the top recovery man in the scuffles from under fire. OCABA — A former mainstay of the Cebu Technical School. When playing he is as cool as a cucumber. CABREROS — A ballhandler who can soce from outside. (A magnificent stint from CTS) MAGLASANG — The plastic man. He should learn more variety of shots. ESTENZO — A little poundage in his frame may put him in the limelight two years hence. SOLON — A playmaker too cool on a fast game. REYNES — A jumpshot artist. A valuable man against a zone formation. REYES — Know-how on pivot shots may place him on the level of Roehl Nadurata of UAAP fame. BARRIA — A fighting heart and more playing time is what he needs. How about giving him a chance, Coach? VALER — A promising deadly shooter but needs a know-how in meeting a proper distribution of ball. This, in a capsule, is a short pace of the Warriors’ formation this year. Unless “they weep too much overspilled milk, they would wind up in meeting places.” Whether they will eventually succeed is still a subject for conjectures. Good luck, Boys! Deterioration (Continued from page 16) age every year but more. The choice seems to be between “half bake” students and “illiterates”. Common sense picks the former. The third cause is the deteriora tion of language models. Before the war, many Filipino teachers learned their English at least partly from American models. Since the last of the noble Thomasites has long since left our shores, to content ourselves with our own models was the only re course. But an imitator like a carbon copy is never quite as good as his model, his followers are less precise than he, and so on down the line unless something big is done to halt the inevitable decline. Nothing big has been done so far and now we face the expected de cline. Is it any small wonder, then, why our college students consider reading or writing in English an uphill climb? THE EXECUTION (Continued from page 10) o’clock; eyes that from time to time glanced at watches and at the clock on the wall on the death chamber. Everything was happen ing as planned. No reprieve. God, how does it feel to be without hope? Without hope. The walls moved towards him, wavering before him. His body froze, his legs hesitated to take another step: as though they already knew their future. The guards held his shoulders; their faces were blank. How many times had they escorted condemned criminals through this hall into the death chamber? Tomorrow, they will talk about it to their wives or friends. Blank looks. People moving about carefully, as though afraid of breaking something. The priest was there; he looked at him kind ly and put his hand on his shoul der. He whispered something. He had an ashen look on his face. How many times had he seen death but had never experienced it himself? Now they strapped him to the huge iron chair. Cold. “I am cold,” he thought. The doctor felt his pulse; the priest stood beside him. Now they left him alone. Faces were staring at him; they were thinking: “He is not going to outlast this moment.” Some one looked at his watch, looked at the man at the electric switch. Luis’ vision began to blur, a fog gathered in his mind. An omi nous silence, except for the tick ing of the clock on the wall and the undefined, unheard sound of running watches spelling out the passing of time, hovered in the room. The Phone rang. The Director of Prisons took it up and listened in. At last he looked around and said: “Gentlemen, there is a re prieve,” and, turning to the two (Continued on page 30) SEPTEMBER-OCTOBER, 1961 Page 29 (Editor’s note: All letters published in this column are quoted verbatim.) Mt. Rey Yap Editor, The Carolinian University of San Carlos University of Sam Carlos Cebu City August 31, 1961 Sir: J. CAAIZARES This is in connection with the first issue of the university publication, THE CAROLINIAN. All other things being equal, the issue is a superb one, the theme having been Art and its importance to the individual person. The articles were just enlightening; the photography was a departure from the record photo graphs put out before. This, Sir, is my honest opinion of the work the editorial staff this year has done. Accept, therefore, my heartfelt congratulations! More power to you and the rest of the members. Sincerely, (Sgd.) JAIME CANIZARES University of San Carlos Cebu City August 29, 1961 Dear Mr. Yap, Last 25th of August, (Friday) I was able to glance at your new publication of the U.S.C. school organ which is of course the "Carolinian". Wow! It’s really a unique school organ. Imagine with such a unique writings especially about your "Photographic Sensibility". But I was a little bit embarrassed (in my mind only) when my Latin teacher criticized about the latest publication of the Carolinian. He told us that some of the writings are not original, i.e. the writings are mostly quoted from those different authors. You know, I was able to secure a school organ from U.S.P. which is "The South ern Scholar". I found out that most of the writings are original, even the writings of Mr. Graciano T. Sing, (staff editor) in the editorial page. Same opinion goes also to Mr. Russo C. Fenian (editor-in-chief of the official school organ in Colegio de San Jose—Recoletos). I found out that most of the writings of these people especially in the editorial page, are so simple compared with your writings. If I were to judge, a first year college student will surely find a difficulty in reading about your writings. Maybe it will take him three (3) hours to understand the thought of your writings by look ing every word (I mean unique words) in the dictionary. Mr. Yap, I did not mean to touch your ego, for this is just an opinion. How about putting a "Just an Opinion" corner in your next publication? Yours truly, (Sgd.) ROSELDO COLETO Pre-Med. Ill Warriors Enter • . • (Continued from page 27) In the skirmish between the War riors and the Cobras at the UV Gullas Gymnasium held last August 27, the Cobras consigned the Warriors to the gutters, 87-82. Scores in the first canto seesawed ! when Cobras and Warriors equalled fire ; with fire before 2,000 basketball spec tators. The unpredictable Warriors spiti fired by Ocaba, Reynes, Lock, Morales I and Solon splurged separate tallying ' marks for a Warrior lead five minutes before the first half. A fumble caused by Beb Cabreros of i the Warriors became the turning point ' of the game and gave the Cobras the i possession of the ball with a towering : Cobra player making two after a dazz ling loop below the basket to give the Warriors a five-point deficit at whistle time. Warriors Qualify For The Final Round Although the WarrioTs were held at bay in their skirmish against the Co bras, they had already qualified in the final round before this rumble. Their loss to CTS was adjudged a no-count game since the Redshirts fielded three ineligible players. That gave them a three-win-one-loss standing in the loop, and tying URI and SWU who had si milar records. The qualifier came in the Warriors’ topping the tie through the quotient system. Carolinians have high hopes for the formidable Warriors who were once a bunch of undisciplined rookies will wrest the CCAA crown from the ancient and seasoned UV Green Lancers. So far, minus Warrior veterans like Macoy, Pizarras, Palmares, Rogado, Canizares, Galdo, the Warriors are still making good-hopping, dribbling and shooting with craft and cunning that is worthy of our praise. Office of the Rector August 25, 1961 Reverend James Skerry, S.V.D. University of San Carlos Cebu City, Philippines Dear Father Skerry, I wish to congratulate you, Mr. Rey Yap, Editor, and the editorial staff for the fine work you did on the first issue of the CAROLINIAN. Yours in Christ, (Sgd.) Very Rev. HAROLD W. RIGNEY, S.V.D. Rector Execution (Continued from page 29) guards beside him, added, “Untie the prisoner please.” The guards started to unstrap Luis. Then one stalked apprehen sively to the prison doctor and whispered, “Something is wrong! I think he has fainted.” The doc tor moved quietly and very quick ly. He bent down and put his stethoscope to the chest of the prisoner, and for a full minute he examined him. Then he raised his face, took a deep breath, and an nounced complacently in a voice big enough for those in the cham ber to hear: “The prisoner has died of heart attack.” — the end — Page 30 THE CAROLINIAN LANGUAGE teaching schemes sometimes sound like round-singing "Three Blind Mice." In round singing, one group of sing ers begins with the first stanza while other groups remain silent. When group one begins the second stanza, group two be gins the first stanza; when group one starts the third stanza, group two starts the second stanza, and group three starts the first stanza. Success in such round singing depends on each group's being able to ignore completely the words being sung by all the other groups; at the first falter the whole structure breaks down and dissolves in gales of laughter. "...the local vernacular (should) be used as the medium of instruction in Grades I and II; English Introduced as a subject in Grade I and become the lang uage of instruction starting in Grade III with the aid of the vernacular as far as Grade IV; Filipino (Tagalog) taught as a subject beginning in Grade IV..." Add a course of Spanish in high school and a semester of Spanish for every semester in college for most students. Or "inas much as English is later going to be the medium of instruction, whereas Filipino is to remain a subject, the pupils should learn enough English in the early grades to be able to use it as the medium of instruction in the later grades. It is ob vious therefore that the better combina tion is to teach the vernacular and Eng lish in the early grades and, when Eng lish becomes the medium of instruction, Introduce Filipino as a subject." And then it is piously asserted that some such schemes will "maintain the desirable language-teaching situation of one foreign language at a time." Which is a pious fraud. The student starts learning one language at a time; he continues by frying to learn two or three or four at a time. He cannot keep them apart and the whole scheme b.caks down. Sometimes the results are hilarious but never funny: "magbasketball kami", "bebell na", it's "two man" not three, and "my idea is died." These schemes pretend besides, that all or most of the children who enter Grade I are going to stay in school and so r.eed all these languages; that there are enough materials and teachers to teach ade quately. As a matter of fact, there is a woeful lack of materials; of those who enter first grade, more than 60 percent do not complete the elementary grades and only 10 percent finish high school; 75 percent of the children between the ages of 14 and 17 are out of school; and a presumed 40 percent of the population is illiterate because they did not learn to read and write even their own dialect in the few confused years they spent in school; the handful who do survive descend in a swarm on a handful of city-univerModerator's P<t^<t sities with tremendous enrollments which must then cope with the results of a dozen different schemes on a mass basis; and college teachers spend most of their time explaining the meaning of words and the literal sense of textbooks which are only half understood, rather than the subject matter of the course. It's really the old story of the donkey who starved to death between two bales of hay because he could not make up his mind which to eat. It is a wonderful thing to be able to speak and write several languages fluently. It is good to teach a vernacular to have a literate populace; a national language to en courage a national spirit; English to share in the development of the outside world; and Spanish to seize a cultural heritage. But no ordinary student can learn all these languages in his school days. Such an achievement would require an extra ordinary flair for language and a will ingness to devote a lifetime to them. The first principle in the sane manage ment of desires is that not all desires can be satisfied, even if they are all good. Some desires must go unfulfilled if others are to be achieved. A hierarchy of values must be established. The very fact that one good is aimed at means that another must be abandoned. If a musician decides to become a concert pianist, he cannot expect to be an expert on the violin and the trap drums and the piccolo; if a person wishes to be a scholar he cannot be president of the Student Council and social secretary of three different frater nities. And if a student is to master Eng lish, he cannot be expected to be pro ficient in Spanish and Cebuano and the National Language unless he has an ex traordinary flair for languages and is prepared to devote his life to learning So, which language should be cultivated and which suppressed in the school cur ricula? Some say "the ascendancy of Filipino. . . is almost accomplished and, obviously, inevitable." The spreading po pularity of Tagalog movies and radio plays and magazines in non-Tagalog speak ing areas is the favorite argument for this. But this is not true. The Tagalog of the movie and radio play is not Filipino; some would say it is not even Tagalog. Filipino, the National Language, by de finition is a new language, based on Ta galog, with a strong interlacing of the other dialects of the country. It is a hybrid; something not actually spoken by anyone outside the classroom. This dis tinction between Tagalog and Filipino is not just quibbling, not just a semantic distinction. Any farm boy who wants to, can pick up enough Tagalog to follow a movie; the unschooled maid who goes to Manila can find her way around the market in Tagalog after a few months; and one of the irritating things about students on vacation is their self-cons cious chatter in Tagalog — though they may be flunking the courses in the Na tional Language in school. The establishment of a National Lang uage is certainly an estimable goal. "A national language is a bond of national unity," chorused Noah Webster (dictio nary man) with the leaders of his time. But his dictionary shows that he realized that a national language must come na turally, from the people, by slow growth. Spanish is a cultural heritage, a very beautiful language and the storehouse of the ideas and ideals of many Philippine patriots. But to casuaily compound the language requirements of most college students by insisting at governmental fiat on a course in Spanish for every semester In college — far more Spanish than English, so imperfectly mastered — is a dubious benefit at best. Most stud ents never come to read and appreciate the classics in that language anyway. The students who fare best in language learning are generally those who attend a single school from the elementary grades through college. Very often, their in struction is better all along the line, not only in languages. But their obvious su periority in languages, especially the Eng lish language, is no doubt also due to a great extent to a consistent policy, a deliberate choice of gcals, a subservience of other goals to this one, pursued even in tne face of fluctuating general policy and practice. Students who move from school to school are like a man who mounts his horse and rides madly in all directions. He is at the mercy of chang ing opinions and regulations and methods of instruction. There are many techniques abroad which are intended to improve language instruction. None of them will work until there is a sane general agree ment that students' abilities are limited; that while all four languages now taught are good they cannot all be learned by everyone, that a choice must be made and a firm and consistent adherence given to that choice over a prolonged period of time. — REV. JAMES SKERRY, S.V.D. SEPTEMBER-OCTOBER, 1961 Page 31 EDITORIAL STAff Rey Yap EDITOR Elias Ando Nelson Larosa Wilfredo Chica ASSOCIATE EDITORS Miguel Flores Renato Rances SECTION EDITORS Praxedes Bulabog Erlinda Talaid Daisy Mate JUNIOR ASSOCIATE EDITORS Manuel Ocampo Napoleon Elizondo STAFF ARTISTS Josephine Mejia Gemelo Alvez Lamberto Ceballos Erlinda Dajao Josephine Famador Roberto Fruto Rogelio Penalosa Paulino Rodriguez Manuel Satorre, Jr. Azucena Villasin Nicolas Vergara Salvador Sala, Jr. 'v STAFF WRITERS Manuel S. Go CONTRIBUTING EDITOR Rev. Fr. James Skerry, S.V.D. MODERATOR