The Pampangan

Graduation Issue

This page reproduces the Pampangan Graduation Issue - March, 1955 

The content is presented in the following sequence:

About the cover, editorial & messages

News: Cavalcade Highlights, Teachers Club Presents & Senior Prom

COLUMNS:  Roger Garcia's  "Inside PHS", Art Sampang's "You Should Know", Ben Alarcon's "Snap Chats"   and Art Ferer's "In Gratitude"




           Herminio Miranda's " The Days Gone By"

           Artaxerxes Sampang's " Last Will And Tesstament"

           Susan del Rosario's " P. E. Spillway"

           Antolin David's " Looking Forward"

           Benjamin Guevara's " To You Seniors"





By Artemio Ferrer IV-1

We have three symbolic figures as tokens of graduation – the diploma, the bouquet and the torch.

What is in a diploma? True, a name and a certification of a satisfactory compliance with requirements appear in it. But as we penetrate to the deepest root of its meaning, we find much more. The diploma is the parchment wherein written is history – our hey-days and most notable, the obstacles and confrontments which we strenuously surmounted.

“The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph.” Ours has been a painstaking struggle; thus must our victory be gratifyingly sweet. The bouquet olds this significance – the sweetness of our bold attempts and sparkling success of tackling them.

The torch inducts us to a never-to-be forgotten pledge: - That we’re highly resolved that we, the bearers of this torch, shall keep its flame ever burning with everlasting loyalty to our Alma Mater; that her image shall always dwell in our midst and that she be the guiding star throughout our days ahead.

All in all – the diploma, the bouquet, the torch.(Brainchild of Ernesto Tiongson and Diomedes Reyes – Eds.)



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By: Rogelio Garcia

The much-awaited hour is here! We, seniors, have finally arrived at the parting of the ways. Graduation is on hand. But are we prepared for it?

Graduation means more than receiving a diploma. It means the culmination of a four-year struggle in our quest for knowledge, and the commencement of another strife – a more difficult venture but which holds for us a future filled with hope and promise.

This new challenge is about to be unfolded before our eyes. With the mental alertness, moral confidence, spiritual mindfulness and physical strength which our beloved Alma Mater has given us, as our sword and armor with which to launch the next battle, let us stand unfaltering and go through the impenetrable veil which lies through our chosen path and resist any adversities which may confront us. We are capable of this, friends, for we have been made hardy by the disillusionment we have met all through our ten years of schooling, guided by the counsel of our mentors. Yes, we can sally forth unafraid and subdue whatever lies beyond the veil. We are prepared for it.

And when victory shall have been won, let us not forget the days we spent in this good school. We must admit that what we shall be then, we owe some of its to our patient and devoted teachers. Let us not be ungrateful and forgetful.

So as we depart, let us bid our alma Mater, teachers, brothers and sisters a resounding adieu.



“Character makes the man.”

By: Art Sampang

If there is anything that can greatly help us to succeed in our chosen fields of endeavor and in our future life, it’s no other than our character. It is our character that advertises ourselves, our homes, our alma mater, and our community in the institutions of higher learning where some of us may pursue college education, in the shops, factories, offices and other business enterprises where the rest may find employment to earn the family bread; and in all places we go in the performance of our everyday activities.

When we leave the portals of our dear Alma Mater, we re equipped with all the academic knowledge and vocational skills which our beloved, devoted, and unselfish tutors imparted to us. But these alone would not bring us success. They need the tempering and seasoning affects of an admirable, and an irreproachable character. Yes, friends, our character can do much to win for us fame and honor.

So, my fellow graduates, as good citizens of our country, let us exercise greater zealousness and consciousness in maintaining and bringing out the finer qualities in us, because our national strength depends upon our character.



By: Rogelio Garcia

The following are food for though for the seniors who are about to take their exit:

Our motto is “Two steps forward, one step backward.”

If we spend as much time in seeing ourselves as in seeing others, we should have been heaven a long time ago. Only the good die young.

The nearer you are to the finishing line, the farther you think you are.

To paraphrase the sage in “South of Pago-Pago”, the love of the Pampanga High School for its students is like the sun. Nobody owns it, but everybody can share of its warmth.



Rafael Lazatin


The Graduating Class:

Nowadays, there are many so-called wise men, but so little wisdom. Men there are, who think themselves wise because of their intellectual acumen, but are not truly wise because they are fakers. They are fakers because they have not learned the value of humility, which is the basis of true wisdom. God alone is the Source of all Knowledge and Wisdom. And yet, God is not proud.

True knowledge is understanding, love and charity for all, for the weak and the unfortunate, it is devoid of the false veneer of intellectual aristocracy and superiority. For a learned man, there is no need to be a snob in order to prove his competence to his contemporaries. Intellectual aristocracy and hypocrisy must go if we are to follow the democratic way of life!

Get all the knowledge you can, yes, but above all, remember you are nothing but a tiny mite in the vast scheme of the Universe. Bear in mind always –

“He, that is down needs fear no fall.

He, that is low, no pride,

He, that is HUMBLE ever shall





To the Members of the Graduating Class,

The secondary general education that you received from the Pampanga High School should be very good foundation for those who are going to the universities or colleges for professional courses. You were offered the required English courses, the social science units, mathematics courses and physical education and preparatory military courses during your stay in this school in preparation for college work. In addition to these courses, you had the good fortune of gaining work experience in the vocational and in the home economics courses. You experienced during your stay in the school how to work with people on the different areas of community life. How much of these teaching units and materials have been assimilated will be shown and know in the way you will carry on your work in the higher institution of learning or in the way you will live your life in the community.

I am extending to you a warm congratulation for having successfully finished the four year general secondary curriculum. I wish that you will succeed in life because of the training you received form this school.

                                                                                                                                     Jose C. Reyes




Cavalcade Highlights

Junior Promenade

The traditional PHS Junior – Senior Promenade was held on March 12, at the inner court with “Fiesta sa Nayon” as the theme.

Highlight of the affair was the selection of the Junior Lakambini from among the twelve candidates representing the twelve sections of third year students.

The result of the judgement was proclaimed immediately after the candidates were made to parade under colorfully decorated arches. Shirley Cuyugan of section III nosed out all the candidates for the title.

The board of judges for the Lakambini contest was composed of some members of the faculty under the chairmanship of Mr. Jose C. Reyes, principal.

The coronation of the 1955 Junior Lakambini took place in the “bahay kubo” constructed for the purpose at the rear of the inner court. Poet Jose Gallardo eulogized on the beauty of Miss Junior Lakambini, after which Susan del Rosario crowned her.

Dancing was resumed after the coronation. The music was furnished by the Royal Recording Orchestra of Fred Nepomuceno.

The success of the affair was due to the joint cooperation of all the third year advisers headed by Mr. Leoncio Lising, adviser of the Junior Class Organization.

Senior’s Week, Commencement Pageant Set

Although activities will start on March 30, the period from March 28 to April 1 has been designated Senior’s Week.

March 30 has been scheduled both as Career and Class Day. In the morning, career talks will be given by prominent and successful professionals in and outside the province. Among those who will speak are: Professor of journalism, Felix b. Bautista of the U.S.T.; atty. Moises Ocampo, President, Pampanga Lawyers League; Dr. Angel del Corro, Director, Pampanga Provincial Hospital; and Miss Pilar C. Lopez, Chief Nurse, Pampanga Provincial Hospital.

In the afternoon, the Class Day Exercises will be held in the inner court. The valedictorian and the salutatorian will deliver their addresses, and the first three honorable mentions will read their papers. Graduation rehearsal will take place after the program.

The Commencement Exercises will be held in the inner court at seven o’clock in the evening on March 31. The main feature of the rite will be a pageant “The Five Goals.” The pageant is an answer to the charge that high school education is a failure. The principal participants in the pageant are: Dorotea Magtoto, Motherland; Rosie Macapinlac, Education; Rogelio Garcia, Youth; Merle David, Moral Character; and Fernando Rivera, Personal Discipline. Other members of the graduating class will playa the different roles called for in the tableaus.

Teachers Club Presents “Forest Prince”

The gala presentation of “The Forest Prince” an operetta in three acts, on March 20 at the inner court, by the PHS Teachers Club scored a success.

The curtain raiser for the show was a merriment in the forest camp by a tribe of Cossacks. The operetta carried a more mature bunch of fledgling actors.

The play can be well-summarized in: Cossacks against Russians, Vaslav (Mr. Emiliano Cabrera) versus Tatiano (Miss Alice Gastillo) and the Tsar (Mr. Jose C. Reyes), Ivan (Mr. Casimiro Turla) versus Sonia (Miss Dionicia Patawaran), Dmitri (Mr. Bienvenido Licup) against the Jester (Mr. Francisco Calica) and finally ending in the triumph of love.

Tatiana’s fine acting and sweet singing was well received by the audience, and Varslav’s – golden voice caught the attention and gained the appreciation of every one.

The court dances in their yellow, lavender, green and rose-pink costumes gracefully pirouetted their way into the spectators hearts.

Realistic fits of temper from the Tsar to the would be heir and the real heir to the throne, which were portrayed in the simple setting in the Tsar’s palace, were rewarded with a round of admiration.

Frequent uproars and hearty laughter from the congregation were convincing proofs of Ivan’s Sonia’s and the Jester’s wit to express fund.

A song “Hail To Our Forest Prince” brought down the curtain.

All in all, it was another triumph for Miss Angela Sanchez, dialogue directress and adviser of the PHS Dramatic Club; for Mr. Gonzalo Ocampo, music director; and Mr. Emiliano Cabrera, dance director.




By Rogelio Garcia IV-!

Fellow graduates, brother and sister PHSians and friends, lend me your ears! I come not to praise my column but to bury it. O! I tremble with the use of this Shakespearan style of eloquence but it “fits the feet”. To live and live not is one question this column is now facing. Another is whether it will suffer the same fate like its predecessors. I leave the matter to itself.


It is a little bit surprising to realize that our last day in the high school is called commencement day. Is the day, the beginning of the end?


Many students want to tell others that they are 1954-1955 graduates. How about putting degree scales on yourselves that you may be graduated.


After you get the money on the top of the greased pole, there is not direction left except the way down.


Baby sitters are not often employed in the Philippines. Couples just go out and leave their children in their houses. When my cousin heard the incessant cry of our neighbor’s children one day he muttered,

“Such cruelty to animals”.


Returning patriots were given a rousing welcome. One of them asked “Who are all these people?”

Another answered., “These are the people who were not with us in the battlefield.”


A group of unwholesome words is like a large stone hurled into the river that tends to pull with it the man who hurled it there.


Now that the lamp is growing dimmer, I think that the time has come for me to write the following resolution of gratitude and thanks to my benefactors:

Whereas, the principal and the assistant principal have been most cooperative to the Pampangan staff;

Whereas, Miss Gervacia K. Guarin has opened my eyes to the field of journalism;

Whereas, Mr. Clemente Pangan, has given me a well-rounded explanation on every important topic concerning Philippine History and Philippine Government;

Whereas, Mr. Greogorio Musngi has treated me like a son and has given me ample knowledge to remember;

Whereas, Mrs. Soriano has taught me Spanish so patiently;

Whereas Miss Maura Arce has given me the discipline that I deserve;

Whereas, Miss Rosa Custodio has taught me practical things in life;

Whereas, Mr. Jose Simbulan and Mr. Mateo Zorilla have been good Tagalog teachers to me;

Whereas, Mr. Erasmo Punsalan has given me valuable lessons in oratory and debate;

Whereas, Misses Angela Sanchez and Angelina Lacson have opened my eyes to the world of literature and life; and

Whereas, all the other members of the faculty have given me courage and inspiration in my studies;

Be it resolved as it is hereby resolved, that my sincerest thanks and high regards for them be conveyed through this column as part of my undying gratitude and affection for them.


Now that light is gone. And I am lost in the dark. Will my column follow me?


You Should Know

By Artaserxes Sampang IV-1

That one who is about to graduate has that dual feeling of happiness and sadness – happiness because the prize of the four-year struggle to attain higher education is won, and sadness because graduation means separation from his beloved teachers and classmates who to him have been his parents and brothers under the roof of this dear PHS.


That graduation is not the end but the beginning of a more difficult participation in the drama of life.


That the graduating class this year is the greatest in number in the history of the PHS.


That to be an editor is not an easy job but a painstaking one. So, to the future torchbearers of “THE PAMPANGAN” I leave this: Be patient, active and understanding. Take everything at heart.

That sitting with guest speakers on the stage is like sitting in a golden chair.


That whatever every PHSian does is a reflection of our dear Alma Mater. So let us live up to the expectations of our parents and teachers.


That “the springs are clear beyond the road,” hence we must not be discouraged by our failures.


That time pressure has something to do with good writing.


That the students in Physics created their own SEATO with our comfort room as their headquarters. Before the class begins, they go out in groups to start their session (on the pretext of attending to their personal necessities but really only to drop to Cong Biling and murder his “donats”). However they can’t stay long enough because they will be met by the atomic sermon of our patient physics teacher.


That the pen name AVIROFA, which puzzled readers of “THE PAMPANGAN” especially the cream of the seniors, means “a virgin in the iridescent, rose, the flower of affection,” as analyzed by the author, who is no other than the problem of IV-1, that fellow with stooping shoulders and with a “seven-up-cut” hair.


That when the Narra tree in front of the PHS begins to bloom, graduation is not far behind. Keep this always in your minds my dear friends (to those in the lower years) so that you can prepare well for a “graduacion grande”.


That a few weeks before graduation almost all the IV-1 students have become victims of the contagious amoritis particularly Tolly; the valedictorian: Peddy and Ferny, salutatorians; and Tommy, Diory, Hermy, Benny, Cesar, Raphy, Perry, Lenny, Orly, Willy, Larry, honorable mentions.


That among the 76 cadet officers of the PHS Cadet Corps, only two remained true and devoted to their sponsors for two consecutive years. The fortunate young and pretty sponsors are Lolita Twano, the patient treasurer during our Sophomore and Junior days (you should know too that I was the president then) and Flora Angeles, to whom I owe a truckload of gratitude.


That for us seniors “the die is cast and we must go though it pains us much. So with heavy hearts, we bid you adieu. May God be always with us.


By Bienvenido Alarcon IV-1

At last graduation is here! I feel happy at the thought of it but sad to leave this Alma Mater. But whatever my feeling is, I must go on with my business. So here goes.


As a result of Mr. Guevara’s lecture on the importance of sound mind and healthy body, many PHSians turned “barbelistas.” Prominent among them are Bong, “Toto” Ener, Kits, Siok, Erning, Peng, Batek, Jimmy de Guzman (often called the “Validic. . . of the night sch. . .!). Efren Baltazar claims he is also one. (Really?) Well boys, keep it up!


Teacher: Yu, Orlando, why were you absent yesterday?

Orlando: I had headache, sir.

Teacher: You are lying, Orlando!

Orlando: I am telling the truth, sir.

Teacher: Somebody told me that you were with a girl, in a movie house yesterday.

Orlando: Perfectly right sir. I was with a girl . . . a woman!

Teacher: The, why did you tell me you had headache?

Orlando: Sir, are not women . . . “headaches?”


A lecturer stopped in the midst of his lecture and requested his audience to take their seats. Nobody took his seat. Then the lecturer remarked, “This request concerns only those who understand the lecture.”

In an instance, all took their seats!


Teacher: Rome was not built in a day. Therefore, in your opinion, when was Rome built?

A queer-looking lad stood and confidently answered, “Rome, ma-am, was built in a night!”


1 st Congressman: Who is your candidate for senatorship in this coming election?

2 nd Congressman: I don not know yet.

3 rd Congressman: Do you know of someone whom we can “push-up?”

1 st congressman: Oh “yeah!” He’s a fine man. I’m sure he will work for the betterment of the masses, for the increase of salary of teachers, etc., etc. . . .

2 nd Congressman: Just who is this fine man?

1 st Congressman: Why . . . yours truly! Who else?


Well, That’s all I can tell you. I could not help shedding tears as I say the work – GOODBYE! I hope you will not forget your snooper.

In Gratitude

By ArtemioFerrer IV-1

Graduation now knocks with a message to cheer and to command.


CHEER – Hurray , it’s all over now and honor and success so dearly struggled for at last is won. We are cheerful and bright, our hearts throbbing with immeasurable gladness.


COMMAND – “God forth,” it reads “yours is to continue not to lie and rest.”


Indeed we feel bitter to leave the portals of our alma Mater; thereby, losing sight of those unforgettable faces we see in classrooms. But before we march the first step from here to blaze new trails, we pause to convey our heartfelt gratitude to our benefactors:

To our teachers in Reading, Grammar, Literature and composition, we extend our warm thankfulness for these derived benefits – they have been zealous to cause our tongues to move; our lyres to write.

Our Spanish teachers tried so hard to familiarize us with a new embraceable language. In response, we give our sincere thanks for such perseverance.

To our teachers in the social sciences, we wish to send the same full measure of gratitude. From them, we learned our history and culture and that of other peoples, their government as well as ours.

To our vocational teachers, we are exceedingly thankful for the masteries and skills of manual work we acquired from them.

Grateful also are we to our Economics teachers. We feel proud today, we can understand more comprehensively the conditions of our country.

While we are mentally quipped, we are equally physically kept fit. For this, we are indebted to our PMT, P.E., and health Instructions.


And so just when we turn about our backs to commence our journey to another life, it is pleasure for us to express such meek and just thanksgiving and feel assured it is delivered at their doorsteps.


 What The Juniors Said To Us

 Dear Seniors

By Reynaldo de Jesus III-1

We, the Juniors, wish you Godspeed, and may you carry the golden name of our Alma Mater wherever you go. Rest assured that we will live up to the responsibilities you have bequeathed to us.

Reynaldo de Jesus


Greetings and lots of luck to all the 1955 graduates! May the Divine Providence set for you a path strewn with roses till you reach the goal of your dreams.

Evelyn Ballestamon


Warmest congratulations to the graduates of 1954-1955 for passing the barriers of high school life, especially for those who burned the midnight oil!

Zenaida B. Tiongson


Greetings! It gives us bliss to see you end a four-year toil with success; however, your parting as great friends of ours fill our hearts with woe. Good luck!

Benjamin Guevara


We express our regards to the graduates and congratulate them for their patience and devotion to the tasks they have achieved.

May your undying efforts lead you to the pathway of glory.

Juanito Mendoza


Congratulations to you! Here’s wishing you a truckload of luck, and when you succeed, don’t forget the PHS. May you get the best in life.

Florencio Gopez, Jr.


May the dreams that have been locked in your hearts for years materialize, and set for you a bright future.

Perla Yap


Wishing all the 1955 graduates good luck; especially those who “burned the candle on both ends” just to attain the goal – Graduation.

Librada Ducut


A hearty greeting to all of you!

May you maintain the successful efforts you have exerted in your high school days through God’s blessings.

Alegria David


Congratulations, Seniors, for a task well done. We will be looking forward to the day when you will bring more honors to our Alma Mater. Lastly, may you find your respective places in the sun.

Clarita Bautista

 What We Told The Juniors

 To U Juniors

LA VERNE BAMBA !V-5 There is one thing you cannot ignore when we, your leader brothers and sisters leave this school – your responsibilities as models and leaders of our younger kids. Be zealous and vigilant in the performance of your duties.

BEVERLY CUYUGAN IV-2 Most of us members of Class “55 tried hard to win a good name for our beloved PHS. May you do the same with the guiding hands of God.

ARMANDO MAGTOTO IV-3 Class’55 hopes that you, Juniors, will carry on the task we have left undone.

CONTRADO UNSON IV-11 It is your duty, Juniors, to give our school a good name and you can only do this by embracing a good character.

We hope the next batch of Seniors will do the responsibilities we placed on their shoulders faithfully and unselfishly.

FELIMON TOLENTINO IV-12 May you maintain the high standard of our Alma Mater, and keep her good name unblemished.

PABLITO MANALOTO IV-4 Now that you are about to assume the responsibilities your predecessors are leaving behind, patience and perseverance are tow assets which can lead you to success.

WILFREDO DIZON IV-9 As we depart, we leave unto you the great responsibility of winning more honors and of preserving the high standard of our school.

PEDRO PINEDA IV-14 The 1955 graduates leave you behind, with the fervent hope that you will keep on marching to progress.

FERNANDO A. FAUSTO IV-13 The seniors hope that you will always strive to make our beloved Alma Mater progressive. May God be behind you in this work.

ARTASERXES SAMPANG IV-1 “The Pampangan” is the mouthpiece of the Pampanga High School students. May you, therefore, maintain the good policies for which it stands.





(Class History)
by Herminio Miranda

“I walk through the Valley of the Shadow.”

I stand between two portals. Behind me is one of stone tinted with antiquity. There have I entered. Through that too, have I successfully walked. Now, I reach the end of it – that avenue of years I spend with my fellow graduates. Before us now looms another portal. Again, we shall wend the way and must pass through it. But before we do so, there are many things I’d like to say – sweet and bitter things, scenes in memory, and secrets to be shared. None shall disbelieve and doubt them for every word is written with a stylus and with the determination to reveal the truth and to be faithful to the story.

Our first year was full of scenes which shall forever be engraved in my mind. We entered the gates of the Pampanga High School equipped with elementary weapons – paper and pencils – to tackle a written test issued by the Division Office. We passed it and we ere classified into sections. The next day, I found myself with some 45 others in a room. We were bewildered and confused for we were strangers to each other. The days passed. A few acquaintances were made. Gradually, we got used to one another’s company; this person’s virtue, that other one’s weakness, and bonds of friendship were established. Classes were active. Debates were frequently held in class particularly in poetry where conflicting interpretations and contradicting opinions often arose. So were there persuasions and abrupt corrections. In the first grading period, some of us were in the honor roll. Those included aspired for greater heights. Those who were not said empty words. We delved into the different subjects avidly. Science became a very broad fields. It was no longer just the nature around. Our knowledge about it expanded from the minutest things on earth to the wonder of the vast unknown. History opened its door to us. We marked the rise and fall of empires, the triumphs and defeat of despotic as well as benevolent kings. Men of ancient eras arose from their graves and introduced themselves to us. We red of the greatest statesmen, orators and heroes. We crossed wide spans of water and traversed distant lands. We conceived the beauty of the land of the morning, the ripening of the grain fields, the magnificent foliage of the forest and the surging bellows that complain to the shore. Such ws our first little world.

The year that followed was more glorious and rewarding. Our thirst for wisdom seemed unquenchable. Cicero and Demosthenes inspired among us stocks of eloquent orators. Pericles, the greatest statesmen of ancient Greece, shone in our world as a mathematical genius. We didn’t know we were studying science in our second year until our conceptions were disproved by Miss Custodio when she said, “Mathematics is an exact science.” We achieved honors in different lines. Pericles Meneses ranked first in the honor roll. Yours truly emerged second. Rogelio Garcia was pinned a gold medal for topping in the interclass oratorical contest. We engaged in community service. Although the hob was difficult, we were able to pull though the work because everybody was interested and serious. Our work w climaxed by the publication of the class organ, “The Light” under the editorship of Artaserxes Sampang. In athletics, our Nile Gallardo was first in truck and field games. Many more students tried their mettle in sports. In dramatics, Rosie Macapinlac and Dorotea Magtoto portrayed naturally and vividly fear anger, doubt and happiness.

Our third year brought us into the plant and animal world. We looked through the microscopes and saw more of the tiny organisms. Laboratory days were always fund. The boys were encouraged to study the minute organisms especially when the microscope was placed on the girls’ table. This period gave us, boys, a rare chance to converse with the girls.

Oratory became a very interesting subject to us. Music too became alluring. The talented in the art called themselves “men of music.” They became members of the PHS Symphony Orchestra. In the first two successful gala performances of the orchestra, the “men of music” contributed their best.

We actually met Shakespeare in is “Merchant of Venice.” “Love is blind and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that they themselves commit,” is a beautiful gem we love to quote from him. And George Eliot introduced her strange character, Silas Marner, to us and we were together for about a month.

We studies Spanish with delight. We spoke with twisted tongues. In our desire to learn the language, we said our sentences in the half-English and half-Castilian cadence.

This time we ventured into different fields of responsibilities. In journalism many of us strove for positions in the school organ. Prolific pens tried to write different pieces of literature. Indeed we became eager and curious for the novel and felt happy in accomplishing things. We pursued the fine arts with youthful zest and confidence.

A little more mature than the first two years, we felt the need for socials. We had the Junior Prom. It was purely a senior and junior affair. We danced and chatted with ah other. The night was filled with comradeship. Poets swarmed and spoke of the beauty of the evening. It was indeed a lovely night for happy hearts to enjoy.

One of our most important accomplishments this year was the laying down of the foundation of the Green House.

Conscious of the fact that the last phase of our four-years of school life would be the moment which would seal the fate of our toil and sacrifices, we were more serious in our studies. We engaged in several extra curricular activities. Many tried to attain newer glories inside and outside the school. Our talented journalists ran the school organ. A delegation composed of Rogelio Garcia, Artaserxes Sampang, Fernando Rivera and Reynaldo de Jesus were sent to the National Secondary Schools Press Conference in Bacolod City, Negros Occidental. Again the best of the class, Rogelio Garcia won sixth place in copyreading. In the honor roll, everyone tried to maintain his rank.

Then the warning fifth grading period came. There was life in solitude. We blinded ourselves with the surrounding pleasure and the job of social living. We forgot the darker days of the past and our thoughts shifted to the present. All of us tried hard in our studies because the period was decisive. But it past away soon. Our rewards were at last announced. The feeling osf suspense and uncertainly was all over now. We “dribbled the ball”.

Our history is lie a river. The river flows through rocks and cliffs. Sometimes it ripples and sings’ sometimes the current stops and clam and stillness pervades. But the memories we left behind are sweet. And they shall always serve as pleasing reminders every time we feel how and disheartened. They shall never be forgotten, for we shall walk again until we cross the other portal. When we shall have reached the end of our course, then faithfully and ever loyal, we shall gaze back to the guiding light of our valley, ever green and behold the PHS our Alma Mater.



Class Legacy
BY Artaserxes Sampang

We, the graduating class of 1955 of the Pampanga High School, having sound minds, hearty bodies and cheerful spirits do hereby make and declare our LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT.

To our Alma Master, we bequeath all the honors and fame that our class glorified.

To all the members of the faculty who made us what we are now, we extend our sincerest thanks and boundless gratitude.

To those who will soon enter the portals of our dear Alma Mater, we offer the accommodations and facilities of our school.

To the future torchbearers of “THE PAMPANGAN” we surrender everything in our office with the fervent hope that they will take good care of them.

To the Juniors we bequeath our individual abilities, responsibilities, troubles and pains as follows:

ROGELIO GARCIA’s superior talents and oratorical knowledge to Reynaldo de Jesus and his supremacy in the Student Government to Cezar Panlilio.

FERNANDO RIVERA’s shining belts and discs to Melencio Lagman and his scholastic standing to Evelyn Balletamon.

HERMINIO MIRANDA’s retentive memory and extra poise in oratory to Benjamin Guevarra.

ANTOLIN DAVID’s vast knowledge in Literature and practical ability to Perlita Yap.

ARTASERXES SAMPANG’s patience, dependability, tactful leadership and sea deep love for “THE PAMPANGAN” to Nicasio David and his extra energy in Philippine Government to Marcelino David.

ROSIE MACAPINLAC’s leadership in Physical Education to Alegria David.

PEDRO ESTACIO’s wide knowledge in Economics to Leonardo Naval.

ORLANDO SANTIAGO’s silence and ever readiness to answer questions to Alejandrino Siccion.

AMELIA SITSON’s prolific pen to Clarita Bautista.

LEANDRO GOMEZ’s unusual ability to interpret brain-cracking poems to Florencio Gopez.

Rafael Maniago’s nose for sports to Juanito Mendoza.

Lorenzo Manalastas’s (makatang sampay “bagoc”) tagalog editorials and “tulas” to Roberto Briones.

Melodia Canlas’ ever helping hand and her extra ¼ sheets of paper not yet sucked by parasitic classmates boys to Zenaida Lumba.

Ernesto Tiongson, Alfredo del Rosario and Diomedes Reyes’ architectural designs to Romeo Vibar, Maximiano Calbang and Cezar Tiongson.

Davind Jimenez and Wilfredo Baron’s skills in playing athe violin to Rafaelita Gonzels and Antonio Mercado.

Diosdado Dizon’s pershing cap and sabre to Cezar Panlilio.

Antonio Cunanan’s “bola-bolas” in Horticulture to Gregorio Castro.

Jesus Canlas’s Mario Lanza voice to Francisco Vergara.

Bienvenido Alarcon’s extre humors to Felipe Valerio.

Cezar Hernandez’s graceful movements and girlish intonation to Abdon Manaloto.

Marina Macabali and Florencia Dizon’s efficient services in the library to Shirley Cuyugan and Iluminada Marimla.

Amelia Supan and Erlinda Cunan’s selling ability and “no credit” attitude in Retail Merchandising to Fe Canda and Librada Ducut.

Merle David’s humility, simplicity and kindness to Nice Castro.

Dorotea Magtoto and Aida de la Cruz’ sweet smiles and Venus – like bodies to Luz Dizon and Agapita Guarin.

Cresencia David’s Marilyn Monroe way of walking to Aurora Salas.

Clarita Quizon’s “gandang kalikasan” and Delia Roxas’ long and wavy hair to Manuel Meneses.

Arturo Basa’s worn-out uniform and shoulder boards to Camilo Gopez and Eusebio Nunag, Jr.

Patrocinio Binuya’s argumentative power and brush-like hair to Antonio Evangelista.

Diomedes Reyeas Spanish tongue to Leticia David.

Cezar Bondoc and Protacio Magtoto’s love escapades to Apolinario Evangelista.

Almario Laus’s gentlemanly and mature manners to Nardo Miranda.

Pierfont Albino’s extra inches to the Lilliputian Candido Dimalanta.

Segundino (Spartan) Siccion’s “dagis-dagisan” to Ernerito Aquino.

Felipe Tuazon, Nick Navarro, Lenito Dueñas, Marieta del Rosario and Amelia Cunanan’s skills and up-to-date steps in dancing to Estelito alarcon, Rosvias Pineda, Rovita David, Ester Siongco and Josephine Garcia.

Beverly Cuyugan’s refined manners to Lourdez Cortez.

Susan del Rosario’s beauty crown to Shirley Cuyugan.

Eleuterio Alejandro, Francisco Rodolfo Canlas, Remy Aquino and Marciano David’s military poise bearing to Adriano Panlilio, Fredesvindo Lampa, Reynaldo Torno and Rogelio Gopez.

Josue Reyes and Antonio Liwanag’s woodworking ability to Conrado Parungo.

Flora Angeles, Glria Calalang and Marcelina Isip’s (tres muskiteras) jolly and pleasant companionship to Rosita David, Estelita Esteban and Zosima Aquino.

Lolita Tuaños reliability and efficiency as class treasurer to Luz Pinlac.

Leonila Capati’s skylarking voice to Conchita Pamintuan.

Mercedes de la Cruz’s hard to hit softball pitch to Maria Tuazon.

Edwina Jimenez’s readiness to play the piano to Teresita Valencia.

Flordeliza Yutuc’s never-forget attitude to friends to Rufina Macapagal.

Antonio Roxas, Ramon Davind and Aproniano dizon’s undefeated speed in typewriting to Edmundo Dizon.

Abelardo Soriano’s rebounds and Angel Tulud’s skills and tactics in Basketball to Gregorio Manalili and Alfredo Bondoc.

Elisa Venzon, Aurora Venzon, Filomena Flores and Zenaida Borja’s ability to tackle the different medical instruments in the school clinic to Rosario Manalang, Leticia Ocampo, Priscilla Legaspi and Emilia Tan.

Zenaida Borja’s sleeping but natural beauty to Emelina Castro.

Ricardo Razon’s fluency in English to Enrique Gaona.

Candida Laus’s silence and industry to Zenaida Tiongson.

Finally to the property custodian, we submit our records – good or bad.

And to Apung Disio, we give our sincerest gratitude for his patience in keeping our undelivered love letters.

The above bequest shall take effect as soon as we leave the portals of our dear Alma Mater.

In witness whereof, we have hereunto affixed our names and the seal of the Pampanga High School to this document on this 31 st day of March in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred and fifty-five.

(Sgd.) The Senior Class “55  




There are many outstanding girls of whom the P.P. Department can be proud of. It is a pleasure to introduce them to you especially those who are graduating. They might be the kinds film directors are looking for. Then I would be greatly helping both parties.

To begin with, we have June Velez and Maria Elena Gamboa who can probably cheer you up with their impersonation of “Gorio at Tekla”. Golly, they act very well especially that small but terrible June.

Did you know that in IV-1 there’a a good hula-hula dancer! You should have seen Doet Magtoto dance during the performance of the members of the “Leadership Club” in the gym. You did quite well in one of athe parts of the “Kandingan”, Doet. She knows music, too.

When you hear soft melodious voices just enough to bring you to sleep you are listerning to Conching Pamintuan, Nice Castro and Perlita Gonzales.

And here is a freshman very much like a grown-up lady. The first time I saw Lida Goingco, I mistook her for a younger sister of Nancy Gozun class ’53 our most outstanding girl scout who was sent to the United States. They look very similar.

I am sure you know Rosie Macapinlac. You have seen her skill in dancing the Pandanggo. You’re unlucky if you haven’t Boy! she is really very graceful. Rosie is one of athe best or shall I say the best folkdancer among the seniors. Among the third year students some of the graceful folkdances are: Alegria David, Luz Pinclas and Perlita Yap.

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It’s really a good idea that our teachers provide us with spacious and comfortable gym. Besides keeping us from the heat of the sun, it keeps our “million dollar” and “betty Grable” legs from the searching eyes of boys.

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The office of the head of the P.E. Department serves as a resting and lunch place for teachers. In it is a big bamboo bed on which some teachers relas during their off periods.

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Do you know that most of the fourth year girls in the first four highest sections are moving heaven and earth to learn the boogie? Among them are: Meriett, one of their instructress; Aida. Edwin, Lili, Mel, Siony, Doet, Crising, Mereng, and oh so many others. No wonder there will be several requests for boogie pieces during the graduation ball.

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  • We, senior P.E. girls, hope that after we leave, our younger sisters will strive hard to keep the gym always clean and orderly


(Class Prophecy)
by Antolin David

This is the moment when more than ever before, I realize that life is a continuous journey. Hardly have we reached the end of one when again we are headed for another. Some of us tarry on the way; a few are chosen to continue; and many more try and trust and finally triumph or fail. Yet, whatever it is and however they struggle, they all look forward to a place in the sun. It is thus so with class ’55 and this is our story.

It is 1975. I have just finished my doctorate degree in Harvard University, United States. Anxious to see my native land after many years abroad, I boarded the Philamphibious plane piloted by Captain Celestino Sia.

In the plane, I met Dr. Fernando Rivera, director of the Philippine Hospital, and his wife who have just completed their round the world-tour. Beside me, was PNB President Leandro Gomez, who studied Banking abroad. I learned from Dr Rivera that a former classmate, Pedro Estacio, is very busy supervising the construction of a hanging bridge between Batanes Island and Aparri, the longest bridge that will be written in the pages of world history; that Rogelio Garcia, overwhelmingly won the presidential seat in the national election of 1975, driving the former president out of the palace; that Rafael Maniago, orator and debater, is Filipino delegate to the RUSPHIL conference; that Nile Gallardo and Purificacion Gozun, both international sports figures formed the Philippine Sports Association to prepare the Philippines for the Inter-Country Athletic Meet, and that Diomedes Reyes surprised the world with his architectural ability because of the erection of Marciano David’s modern and magnificent two-story concrete house with only one post. Lovely stewardess, Asuncion Castro, told me too that our country has changed a lot.

When I reached the Philippines, I was surprised to see the truth of what she said, for several skyscrapers dotted the streets of Manila. As I passed by the Dones Hotel, someone called me. I turned my head and found out that it was Adolfo Yap, the owner of the hotel. He led me inside. I did not expect at all to meet friends and old chums here. A despedida party was being tendered in honor of Dr. Fernando Ocampo and Paz Lalic, who will go abroad to specialize in their respective fields. Among those who were present were nurses, Beverly Cuyugan, Asuncion Lacson, Adelina Lazaro, Luz Marin, Erlinda bustus, Ester de Leon and Engineers Antonio Bautista, Arquilao Cortez, Africano Aquino, Oscar Calalang, and Lamberto Gomez, Before I left, I wished the two good luck.

On my way to the Philippine Bus company, I met Ambrocio Dungca, world featherweight champion, and Alberto Torres, owner of the Philippine Times with his reporters, Marcelino Miranda, Jose Victoria, and Narciso Tongol. I got on one of the buses bound to may hometown, San Fernando, Pampanga. On the bus, I learned that the Philippine Bus Company is under the management of Alfeo Galang and Eduardo Nucum. A newspaper boy came along. I bought one. The headline reads “President Rogelio Garcia announces New Cabinet Members.” Among the appointees were: Antonio Cunanan and Gregorio Panlilio, Secretary and Under-Secretary of Agriculture, respectively; Amelia Sitson, Secretary of Commerce; Ruben Guenco, Secretary of National Defense; Rosario Twaño, Secretary of Eduction; Antonio Roxas, Secretary of Finance; Almario Laus, Secretary of Foreign Affairs; Jose de Jesus, Secretary of Health; Alfredo del Rosario, Secretary of Labor; Jesus Navarro, Secretary of Public Works; Lorenzo Manalastas, Executive Secretary; Jose Canlas, Budget Commissioner; Marion Aday, Social Welfare Administrator; and Remy Aquino, AFP Chief of Staff. Diosdado Dizon is Chief Justice of the Supreme court, with Francisco Dakis, Potenciano Amurao, Nicanor Evangelista, Ricardo de la Rama, Pampilo Zerna, Ernesto Canda, Manuel Perez, Jose Regala, Ponciano Perez and Lolita Twaño as associate justices.

I turned to the Society page. Written in bold print is the engagement and forthcoming marriage of Alfredo Dizon to charming Luz Sagmit. Zenaida Borja, Mrs. Philipines of 1975, will present our country in the Mrs. Universe Contest which will be held in Long Beach, California. Felipe Tuazon and Susan del Rosario, well-known tangoists, boogiest, and mamboists in the country are surprising the world with the introduction of new steps in dancing.

Indeed the Philippines has progressed in all phases. In the Philippines Passing Show, Ponciano Nuñez amazed the world with the perfection of the television. Efren Baltazar, Carlos Santos, and Virgilio Tuazon are also gaining world recognition for their wonderful tablest, the EFCAVI, which brings back youth and strength. Rodolfo Canlas is the recipient of the Edwins prize for the RC-liquid which prolongs man’s life. It has been the result of his long and efficient research.

After an hour, I was in my hometown. How it has changed! The Maria Cristina Building is now a fifteen-story affair. My happiness, now, that I am in my own home, amidst the warm caresses of beloved parents, brothers and sisters is beyond words to express. My family informed me that they would have a Bienvenida Party for me the next day and that all my former classmates will be my guests. How I wanted it were the morrow at that instance!

At about ten o’clock in the morning the next day the visitors began coming. The first to come were Dorotea Magtoto and Elizer Dacanay, PHS principal and assistant principal, respectively with the following faculty members; Misses Florencia Dizon, Marina Macabali, Amelia Bautista, Ligaya Pineda, April Lacson, Lucia Joson, rosita Cortez, Leticia Cortez and Felonila Cunanan. The Director of the Pampanga Provincial Hospital, Wilfredo Baron, arrived next with Drs. Cesar Bondoc, Orlando Santiago, Rene Layug, Virgilio Policarpio, Luis Cabrera, Irineo Apostol and Rodolfo Mamaraldo. Merle David, head nurs eof the Philippine General Hospital came along with nurses; Amelia Supan, Clarita Quizon, Ernestina Galang, Aurora Punslan, Lourdes Santos, Remedios Puno, and Lucina Pineda. Dr. Pericles Meneses, newly-appointed director of the National Psychopathic Hospital, could not come due to an important mission.

The coming of Senate President Ataserxes Sampang; Speaker of the House, Herminio Miranda; and Senators Artemio Ferrer, Arturo Basa, Segundino Siccion, Rogelio David, Patrocinio Binuya and Ramon David, attracted our attention. Jesus Canlas, who finished voice culture in Milan, Italy, and David Himenez and Edwina Jimenez, expert violinist and pianist respectively were also present. Others who graced the affair were prominent community members of Julieta Batac, Fe Dizon, Myrna Miranda, Clotilde Reyes, Rosie Macapinlac, Milagros Cruz, Luz Castro, Teresita Viray and aurora Cunan.

Under the baton of now famous orchestra conductor, Mr. Timoteo Laxamana, Mrs. Perlita Decembrano, crooner, sang the inspiring melody “The World is Ours”. We danced and enjoyed as much as we wanted the whole day. The occasion brought us back to our happy high school days for awhile. Later we bade each other goodbye.


To You Seniors

By Benjamin Guevara III-1

The years we have spent together under the protecting wings and guiding principles of our beloved PHS has bound us into a friendly relationship unmatched. With ardor, you have patiently and devotedly played the role of elder brothers and sisters to us. In return, we looked up to you when difficulties in our studies proved themselves hard for us to tackle. But often times, you met embarrassment in your unselfishness to help us because we have been inconsiderate to you. Many times, we became problems to you in your efforts to devise ways and means to win honors for our school. We made things difficult for you. We gave you lots of headache in our reluctance at first, to adopt the good virtues toward which you earnestly wanted to lead us. Occasionally, we violated the school rules and regulations which you created as leaders of the Student Government. Bt rest assured, dear brothers, that such attitudes of ours were only due to the fact that we are too young to recognize and realize the importance of your noble objectives. They never were seriously meant. They were more of our childish caresses to our elders.

Thanks to the tolerant parental guidance and counsels of our teachers, and to your zealous and vigilant leadership; we realized gradually the worth of your efforts and sacrifices for us. And in spite of the prostration we have given you, you have been successful in paving for us the right path to follow. For this, we commend you highly; we are ever grateful to you!

Now, the days of March are fast fading, and soon you will be entitled to one of your life’s greatest aspirations – a glorious high school graduation. Even now, we already see you crowned with happiness for being about to seal your four years struggle with a diploma. But, dearest brothers and sisters, new, thorns are waiting to obstruct your way. However, your looks with heads held high, assure us of your firm resolution to combat any hindrances. Those smiles in your faces convince us that you have the potency and efficacy to brave hazardous paths.

While we feel glad to see you leave in search for more knowledge, we grieve too your departure because it means losing great friends and the bequeathing of a heavy responsibility to us. But inasmuch as your parting is inevitable, we give you our warmest send off, and the assurance that we will be true and faithful to the responsibilities you placed on our shoulders.


Literary Attempts of PHS'55ers

So Little Yet So Much

By Diosdado Dizon IV-1

While many students are enthusiastic to know about their activities on their graduation day, Joe also a graduating student, thought of how he could stop the time in order that that inevitable day would not come. He desired at that very moment to fly in the air and disappear like a bubble. Whenever he reached home, he lamented over the fact that he wouldn’t be included among the graduating students who would be presented on the stage, not because he had failing grades but because of financial difficulties. He knew after graduation, he couldn’t pursue a career.

On day, in an attempt to earn money, he thought of stealing. His supreme desire to graduate dictated him to do so. He was already determined to do that when suddenly the counsel of his old mother came to his mind, “Joe” she said, “I’m already very old and the only thing I can give to you is the honor of our family. Always bear in mind that honor is much better than wealth.” His intention to steal the money from the pocket of an old man was stopped, and instead he thanked himself from evading that dangerous work. He went directly to the house of Mang Angel, the wealthiest man in their community who knew his situation very well for his mother was Mang Angle’s family washwoman. He knew pretty well that Joe has an intense desire to continue his studies. After getting the soiled clothes which his mother used to wash, he hurriedly went home. He himself prepared to clean the clothes because his mother couldn’t do the work anymore. To his surprise, when he opened the container of the clothes and began taking them out one by one, he saw a large amount of money in the pocket of one of the pants.

“Money”! softly Joe said to himself much bewildered.

“Can this be luck! Does God mean it for me. . . now that I’m badly in need of it?” murmured Joe with smiles on his face. “Perhaps. . . but . . .” This time Joe ws in deep thought. But no . . . no . . never!

Then he decided to return the money. When Mang Angel learned of it, he gladly said, “I never thought that I can have this large amount of money back.” Happily he embraced Joe saying “I wish I have a very good boy like you.”

“Thank you very much Mang Angel,” Jose responded.

“What do you intend to do after graduation?” asked Mang Angel.

“I believe I would not even graduate, sir,” answered Joe with deep concern in his face.

“Because of money?” Mange Angel answered. “I’ll take care of you Joe, cheer up! Good and honest men like you deserve all the favor this world can give.”

“I am grateful to you, Mang Angel”, answered Joe.

With tears of gladness in his eyes, assured of a happy graduation day and a college education, he walked his way home. He was thankful for a great favor for so little a good act.

March Wind

By Paulita Aquino IV-5

It is strong, swift and lusty,
So brave and gay, rash and gusty.
It sings and shouts, leaps and capers,
Scatters leaves, twigs and papers.
It cleans the path, bends the hedges,
And sweeps gardens’ dusty edges;
It sets the weather vane to spine,
When its prank is set to begin.
It steals a hat and shakes a curl,
And helps a banner to unfurl.
And when the sun begins to shine,
To drive the winter season’s crime;
And spring is really earth’s to keep,
The March wind comes and starts to leap

The Narra

By Almario Laus IV-2

Who at this time feels sad for us,
‘Cause from our Alma mater dear;
Our backs must turn to go somewhere,
Leaving nothing but memories?
I hear the narra tree down there,
Says “I” as down its branches bend;
And sheds its leaves for our depart,
Like tears falling from grieving eyes.
Many sad times like this,
The narra tree has seen with ease;
But now it’s old, leafless and dry,
It looks like one about to die.
But no, the narra will not die!
On leafless branch, flowers will lie;
As laurels for task well done,
With which to crown all good PHSians.

Lenny, the Only Son

By Alegria R. David III-

In a large family of seven, you will always find one member who occupies the center of the group’s attention. This character would either be a complete nuisance, or a delightfully kind child.

Such is the case with the problem child in our family, who to say the least, is a mild combination of both.

To begin with, Lenny, who is eight years old, has a smooth brown hair, and a pair of sleepy eyes which suddenly twinkles whenever he spies a bottle of “coke”. He has a nice clean face, which is almost a duplicate of my father’s. He is lean and lanky. Mother always chooses clothes for him that will match his light complexion. What he detests is to wear poorly pressed pants.

Mother is all-busy just minding Lenny alone. Lenny simply adores chicken. Mother has to have this specialty for him, otherwise he will not take more than a mouthful. After being served one half of a chicken, mother usually earns kisses and affection from him.

Lenny is also fond of collecting toys. At times, he becomes a complete rebel and always had a ready philosophical retort. He is spoiled by my mother, but tamed by my father.

Funny, isn’t it? Even father becomes a push-over at Lenny’s philosophical reply, for he is the apple of his eye.

One thing good in him is his unselfishness and love for everybody, especially children younger than he.

At present, he is a cub-scout and is proud of his ability of performing trick loops and cords.

This Lenny, so “beautiful” in his cub-scout uniform. But Lenny fittingly nicknamed “the only son”, is outstanding in the field of laziness.

Farewell, Beloved Alma Mater

By Jose Manalang IV-5

Farewell, my Alma Mater dear,
The time has come for us to part.
It makes me grieve, it makes me sad,
For I love you, love you so much.
I learned form you a thousand things,
Cause you have been patient and kind,
I found fulfillment of my dream,
You gave them dear, within your realm

.I gave you nothing in return,
For all those things so well you’ve done.
For a son thoughtful of your care,
Beloved Alma Mater dear.
I cannot bear to see you sad.
So, cheer up, show me you are glad.
For thou from you I’ll now depart,
Always you will be in my heart.

Gone Yesterdays

By Artemio Ferrer IV-1

Whenever graduation comes, thoughts of failures an privations in golden high school days knock at every writer’s memory. Of these, I believe, fate in love is not excluded. Sadly, only a negligible few are bold enough to confess the tears of their hearts.

Here’s the tragic romance of a Barry and an Amber – yes, tragic I’m sure you’ll say it is.

Barry is strange, hence least understood. At times, he is governed by his head, much oftener by his emotions and principles. You can not call him immature and foolish because he was in love – deeply in love. And he is justified to be so, as lovers are.

He possesses idiocyncracies in that he is timid, self-conscious, moody, inconspicuous, meditative and of misunderstandable actions. Nevertheless, he trusts in the inclusive judgment of those who know him. He believes that anyone must not be judged by his actuations because it is evidently true in himself that those in the lovers stage do unreasonable acts for mere sentimental reasons – they just feel right or certain they should rather make such and such executions. He is this kind of a man.

He once had a dear one he could call. It all began with stealthy glances. Barry used to turn his head through a path where he could catch a glimpse of her, pretending to be looking at another object when his real objective has already been reached. He made return trips too. He oculd not gaze at her in the eyes. He would surely be the first to redeem his eyes then cast them elsewhere. Everyday went that way at first. Time elapsed, he did more. Later, they were greeting each other, conversing and they had lovely evenings. Their love was climbing to the zenith of its sweetness, but now he is forlorn – a frustrated lover. It wasn’t a quarrel. All that that was felicitous and memorable between them just cold down, forgotten. Thenceforth they did not talk again. Smiles and glances ceased. And everything ended into nothingness. Their days were numbered few, lost fragrance and scattered away by the wind, perhaps never to be gathered together or born again. Not a scar was left to cherish but tears incessantly flowing to live by.

In such tearful ending lasted the brief, bitter story of the two, Barry and Amber, perchance no more shall be heard of them in the days to come, nevermore!

 S P O R T S

Edited by Rafael Manago


Hello, sports enthusiast! I’m speaking to you for the last time in this final issue of this year’s volume of our school organ. How would you like to go along with me in retrospect of the different sports events of our school?

Let’s begin with the tryouts and final formation of the different teams. Way back in June, enjoined by our energetic principal, our industrious coaches tried their best to pick out the loyal and athletic potentials of our dearest Alma Mater.

This was followed by rigid regular practice. Minor skirmishes took place. They proved valuable to our players. They develop their skills and gave them varied sports experiences.

Real and greater battles took place. In October, we started our offensive. We won victories one after the other. The formidable PHS Goldies won over such teams as the Holy Angle Academy, the St. Michael College, the College of Medicine FEU Intramural champions, etc. Like in any encounter, we had our losses. We bowed to the FEU Juniors, the Letran Knights, and the Torres Torchers.

In the Division Meet, the PHS retained the general championship. We captured the basketball baseball, volleyball, and softball titles. In the meantime, more practice were given regularly in preparation for a large scale tournament.

Our sports battalion defended the colors of Pampanga in the CLAA meet in Balanga, Bataan in the early part of January. In this encounter, we retained the basketball crown, finished second places in volleyball and baseball, and fourth lace in Girls Track and Field. Our players won several individual prizes. In general standing by provinces, Pampanga placed fourth.

To prepare them for the Inter-scholastic Meet, our quintet entered into some engagements with strong teams. This time, they defeated the St. Sebastian Reds and the Lourdes Team of Angeles. We tasted the worst defeat in the hands of the San Miguel Brewery Team.

In the later part of February, the PHS Goldies sailed for Iloilo City, site of the 1954-55 Inter-scholastic Meet. While our dribblers won over the NLAA, they succumbed to the cages of the EVAA and the MIAA.

This in brief is the pat we added to the pages of the PHS Athletic history book.


“Here’s a sight to those who love me,

And a smile to those who hate;

And, whatever sky’s above me,

Here’s a heart for every fate!”

- Byron

Yes, friends! At last, we the seniors will have to part. For every beginning there is an ending, but before we leave, I feel it my duty to introduce to you the sports luminaries of our beloved Alma Mater who did much to keep our athletic torch aglow. Our roll is as follows:

NILE GALLARDO – In addition to what I have given you about him in the firth issue of this paper, I say that his recent excellent performance in the Interscholastic Meet in Iloilo City made him a member of the MPSIAA. He has been getting places in the trial hits.

PURIFICACION GOZUN – Lanky Puring, mainstay of our volleyball outfit, maneuvered the team to different victories. She was one of the delegates of the CLAA in the Iloilo Meet.

LAUREANO SANTOS – Larry, as his friends address him, is the catcher of the Pampanga baseball team which took runner-up position in Bataan. He was one of those who defended the colors of the CLAA in Iloilo City. He has some of the sports skills of Yogi Berra, the highest paid catcher of the World’s Baseball New York Yankees.

RODOLFO MIRANDA – Ruding, Carlos Loysaga of Pampanga, is best among the basketball players. He plays forward. His special assets are his jumping ability, his know-how is side-flipping, and his back and jumpshots. In the recent CLAA meet in Balanga, Bataan, he scored 34 points in one game against the Zambales dribblers. He is a promising hoopster for the future Philippine team to the World Olympic games.

MERCEDES DE LA CRUZ – Chedeng is the captain ball of the softball team. She distinguished herself in the Division Athletic meet and in Balanga, Bataan.

While the graduation of some of these outstanding players will weaken the team which they lead to several victories, our memories of them will always illumine our path in the fields of athletic. We give them our sincere congratulations and bid them a sad adieu.



   The outgoing 1954-1955 Staff Members with their principal, asst. principal, and advicers

THE PAMPANGAN  Pampangan High School San Fernando

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Editors-in-chief...............................................ROGELIO GARCIA
                                                            ARTASERXES SAMPANG

Associate and News Ed..................................FERNANDO RIVERA




Asst. News Ed.. Reynando de Jesus


Seniors.......Diosdado Dizon

Features... ......Herminio Miranda


Pedro Estacio

Literary.....   .............Amelia Sitson


Juniors.....Benjamin Guevara

Asst. Literary...........Arturo Basa


Juanito Mendoza

Fil. Lang........Lorenzo Manalastas

Antonio Roxas (Chief)

Sophomores.Dominador David

Asst. Fil. Lang......Lazaro Cordero

Ramon David

Maria Elena Gamboa

Spanish...............Diomedes Reyes

Aproniano David

Horacio de Mesa

Sports...........................Rafael Maniago


Freshmen.....  .....Teresito Ocampo

Vocational...................................... Jesus Canlas


E. Lansangan

Society, Clubs


Emilio Vitug

Organizations.................Merle David

Ernesto Tiogson

Potenciana Sun

Faculty & Alumni ..Rosie Macapinlac

Marciano David

Columnists.....Bienvenido Alarcon

Military...........Pericles Meneses


Almario Laus

Phy. Educ. .......Susan del Rosario


Sportswriters.........< namespace="" prefix="st1" ns="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" xml="true">Nile Gallardo

Cir. Manager..........Antolin David


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Mrs. Paciencia So riano.........Spanish

Mr. Jose Simbulan..............Fil. Lang.

Miss Carmelita Santiago......English