Internet Newsletter of the Alumni of Lanao Chung Hua School Iligan, Philippines, Year 5, Issue No.11, August 27, 2001 HOMECOMING WITH A CAUSE LCHS-AA gets set for Christmas party By Terry Racines (Batch '67) & Roger Suminguit (Batch '73) This early the LCHS-AA is preparing for the annual alumni Christmas party slated on Dec. 30, 2001. In a meeting of the Board of Directors last Aug. 16, James Booc (Batch '82), chair of the Raffles Committee, announced that the raffle tickets are ready for distribution.  The committee prepared the raffle tickets early to give the LCHS-AA ample lead time to sell the tickets.  The LCHS-AA hopes to generate P200,000 from the sales of tickets to augment the Scholarship Fund of the LCHS Alumni Foundation.  Tickets, priced at P100 each, may be obtained from James Booc, Chester Dy-Carlos, or any other alumni officers. Prizes include a 21" color TV, 6 cu.ft. refrigerator, washing machine, and 20 consolation prizes. At the same meeting, LCHS-AA president Vy Beng Hong reiterated his call for alumni officers to intensify the campaign for subscriptions to the Spectrum.  Being eyed as prospects for subscriptions are banks and commercial establishments in Iligan, aside from alumni without Internet connection. Tasked to take the lead in the campaign is the Multimedia Committee chaired by Marie Joan Quimbo-Quidlat (Batch '87).  At present, the LCHS-AA prints about 30 hard copies of each issue for alumni officers and other subscribers in Iligan. Among the officers present at the meeting were Vy Beng Hong, Edwin Co, Arturo Samson, James Booc, Oliver Ernest Uy, Rodolfo Yu, Maning Gaite, Belinda Cu Lim, Luis Khu, Roger Suminguit, and Teresita Racines.

EDITORIAL STAFF Henry L. Yu, Editor  Correspondents: Roger Suminguit, Teresita Racines, Vinson Ngo & Johnny Chen (Iligan); Igdono Caracho (Cebu);  Marie Janiefer Lee (Manila); Peter Dy (Canada); Leonardo Tan (Australia); Ernesto Yu & Aurora Tansiokhian (U.S.A.); and Charles O. Sy, Editorial Consultant Founded Aug. 1, 1968. Published fortnightly since its revival on April 15, 1997. Distributed free on the Internet to LCHS alumni & supporters worldwide. Postal address: LCHS Alumni Association, Lanao Chung Hua School, Pala-o, Iligan City, Philippines. Web site: www.geocities.com/lchsspectrum Spectrum welcomes articles, news reports & comments from LCHS alumni, students and readers. For contribution or subscription, contact: Roger Suminguit, tel. 221-2422; Teresita Racines, tel. 221-3253, or Henry Yu, Suite 101, Visayas Community Medical Center, Osmeña Blvd., Cebu City 6000, Philippines; E-mail: hvty@skyinet.net

The LCHS-AA Tree Planting Project, in its efforts to recreate an ecological environment at the LCHS campus similar to the old LCHS at Roosevelt Ext., has unearthed some relevant information about the old LCHS.  The magnificent pine trees that adorned the old LCHS campus (inphoto) at Roosevelt Ext. originated from Baguio City. The pine seedlings were brought from Manila to Iligan in the mid 50s by Dy Kim Seng (Batch '40), who was then a traveling salesman.  These were subsequently planted at the LCHS compound followed by other rare plants like the diminutive Chinese bamboo and champaca, which withstood the passage of time until the old Roosevelt campus was closed down upon the completion of the new campus in Pala-o in 1987.  Likewise, the twin cypress trees that adorned the front yard of the main building housing the faculty office were donated by Dy Un Suy and Dy Kim Seng.  These, too, were transported by Dy Kim Seng himself to LCHS during his trips from Manila in the 50s, and not by former school principal Tan Dian Hun from Taiwan, as we earlier reported. Taking charge of the current LCHS Tree Planting Project are Roger Suminguit, Roberto Lagrosas, and Reynaldo Suminguit. Old LCHS photo courtesy of Luis Kho (Batch '56).

Ernie Yu back home for SU centennial

New York-based Spectrum columnist, Ernesto Yu (Batch '65), arrived in Cebu City from the U.S.A. last August 22, 2001 to attend the Silliman University Centennial Celebration in Dumaguete City set on Aug. 26-29, 2001.  Ernie finished his Pre-Med at the Silliman University in 1969.  While in Cebu, Ernie had a dinner get-together last Aug. 23 with the Spectrum top guns.  See photo, from left: Spectrum founder and former editor Charles Sy, columnist Ernie Yu, correspondent Igdono Caracho, and editor Henry Yu.  After dinner the foursome spent the rest of the evening singing at a karaoke pub until the rest of the customers ran out.  The last time Ernie came home was on Aug. 3, 2000 during the LCHS Grand Alumni Homecoming.  Meanwhile, another alumnus who is away on holiday is Mike Lee (Batch '66).  He and his family are on a two-week cruise of Alaska aboard a luxury liner.  They are due back in Edmonton, Canada on Sept. 1, 2001.

OBITUARY
Nancy Po, 37, passes away
By Igdono Caracho (Batch '66)

Nancy Po, owner of Po Video at Quezon Avenue, Iligan City, died last Aug. 18.  She collapsed early in the evening at her residence in Pala-o and was rushed to the Mindanao Sanitarium & Hospital where she died of cardiac arrest.  She was 37 years old, single and a native of Ozamis City.   She was a close family friend of Annie Co, wife of LCHS-AA assistant treasurer Edwin Co (Batch '68).

By Roger Suminguit, Batch '73

On my way home from Cagayan de Oro City recently, I chanced upon a former school mate of  St. Michael's College (SMC) from way back 1976 -- Arlene Talingting.  While aboard the bus, we talked about our college days.  The conversation rekindled fond memories of people we met in college, particularly of LCHS graduates who proceeded to SMC for their college courses.

From our conversation, I discovered many interesting things, too, about her daughter, Mae Angela Talingting (see photo), who is an LCHS alumna.  Mae Angela, Batch '99, was First Princess (equivalent to First Runnerup) in the Miss Teen Iligan Beauty Pageant in 1999.  She was subsequently crowned Miss Teen Iligan in 2000.  She was also adjudged Miss Body Beautiful and Best in National Costume in the same pageant.  Mae Angela is now a third year student of Hotel & Restaurant Management at the De La Salle University in Cavite City. She is the only daughter of Arlene Talingting, who is a single parent.  Arlene went through great sacrifices to ensure that Mae Angela complete high school at LCHS.  At the De La Salle University, Mae Angela was crowned Miss International Hospitality -- HRM Department and Miss Photogenic.  It was an honored she shared with her mother, LCHS teachers, classmates, and school mates, who supported her participation in various beauty pageants.  For many years, I have seldom encountered an LCHSian who would take part in a wide range of beauty contests, given the generally conservative nature of most Chinese Filipinos.  We are very proud that LCHS has produced a beauty queen who has made her conquests not only in Iligan but in the big city as well. Who knows, this statuesque beauty from LCHS may yet go on to become a Binibining Pilipinas -- one day soon.
 

It’s the 9th month of the lunar year, the first of the so-called BER months as in SeptemBER, OctoBER, NovemBER, DecemBER. It heralds the beginning of the Yuletide Season as far as the Philippines is concerned. Very soon, we’ll be hearing again those old familiar tunes reminiscent of the past Christmases in our lives.   So, what’s up this September?

6 - 8  –   13th Midyear Convention of the Philippine Academy of Family Physicians
7   –   First Grand Reunion of Postgraduates Interns 1979 tagged as “An Affair to Remember … An Affair Forever”
8   –   Nativity of Mama Mary
10   –   Spectrum issue no. 12
11   –   Birthday of the longest reigning Philippine president, the late Ferdinand E. Marcos
16 - 22  -  Medicine Week celebration
21  –   Anniversary of the Declaration of Martial Law in the Philippines (1972)
24  –   Spectrum issue no. 13
28   –  Teacher’s Day  in honor of the Great Confucius
29   –  Iligan City Fiesta in honor of St. Michael the Archangel

Life's Journey By Henry L. Yu, M.D. Batch '69

Rewinding the years of youth always brings back to mind some memories of the good, the bad, and the ugly, the young and the restless, the rich and famous, of times when there were less of today’s more – pollution, traffic, congestion, kidnapping, murder, suicide, pedophiles, rape, drug addiction, enhancement, nose lift, face lift, and other lifts, etc. The world then was certainly simpler and more peaceful in more ways than one. Movie theaters would show double programs of films in black and white. The dance steps were simpler and the songs easier to hum with meaningful lyrics that pricked the inner sanctum of a well respected man. With P100.00 in our pocket, we could already buy various grocery items that would last us the whole week. Men would go to the nearest barbershop for a haircut charged at one fourth of today’s price, and that holds true to other commodities of daily life and living, with the dollar exchange rate pegged then at P13.00 to $1.

While in school during the 60s, we would copy everything word for word whatever was written on the blackboard. We obeyed whatever our teachers told us to do without questions. We greeted them “Good morning” with a matching bowing of our head when we met them at the corridors. After class dismissal, we would go home directly without making a side trip to the mall. Weekends would find us gather at home, listening to radio dramas, reading Junior Illustrated Classics, playing Chinese checker, sungka, dama, chess, outdoor games like patintero, siatong, tago-tago, bato lata, and other such games of that fabulous era.

In the 60s, we stayed in one place that served both as our business and living quarters. So, we ate our meals together as one family without having to hurry up with the thought of opening or closing the store at a certain time of day or night. Through the years, new trends came into being, like the sophisticated innovations of today’s Card Era – credit card, Touchcard, Fonkard, Globe card, and other such plastic cards.  Today, our store is located separate from our residence. We wake up early to prepare for the day’s agenda, send the kids to school, open the store, etc. And when we forget something, we have to drive back that far to get that something. When we lack one ingredient or two for the recipe that we are dishing out, we have to drive to the supermart to buy the missing condiments. When our kids need to bring Manila paper or cartolina for tomorrow’s school assignment, again we have to rush back to the bookstore at such hour when traffic is just too heavy. By the time we come back home, the kids have already eaten their supper.

One of the notable changes between THEN AND NOW is the convenience of time. Whereas before we used to do things manually, today we do them by just a touch of our fingers. Practically everything now could be accomplished faster with the advent of things that could ably supply the demand instantly, such machines like the xerox, fax, photo-me, etc.

In all things, there are always the pros and cons. We simply just cannot have everything in this world. And this we have to accept whether we like it or not. Both father and mother now work outside the homefront, so who’s there left to take care of the kids? There are now so many things to see on cable TV, just as there are arrays of choices among the many CDs or DVDs available in the shopping mall outlets. So how much time is there left for us to do things together as one family? Where has the “living together, growing together” days gone?  Whatever happened to the “family that prays together, stays together”? Are we really better off now than yesterday? What are the advantages or disadvantages between living THEN AND NOW? Have we produced better  professionals out of  the many college graduates using the new methods of teaching? Are today’s teachers or parents better equipped than yesteryears?  Why do we have an increasing incidence of rape, suicide, kidnap for ransom, etc.? Why are there more teenage pregnancies, juvenile delinquencies, or drug addictions? These and many more are just some of life’s realities that we have to face in this so-called E-generation, things and happenings which pose a challenge to each and every one of us.

The bottom line is: Know your priorities in life – is it family or money? Is it towards rearing premium and well-behaved children over establishing a chain of business empires? Challenges. Challenges. And more challenges. And all these are but part and parcel of being parents of today’s high tech generation. The responsibilities are a-plenty, just as the choices are many. They are ours to choose from. Let us choose right, if not all, then at least in most. Let us dwell more with the present rather than the past, and be glad that we are still here, able to offer whatever little contributions we could give to this planet of men, to dear mother earth, to coordinate with organizations, both government and non-government (NGOs), in their thrust of nation building, establishing an environment-friendly Philippines, and other such noble projects. There must be a reason for us to be still around in this new millennium and thereafter. Rejoice and be glad with what the Lord has given us THEN AND NOW. Let us do our part.
 

Straight from the Heart By Marie Janiefer Q. Lee Batch '87

This is my collection of cartoon scenes that happened at our shop along the years. I just want to share them with you:

The Fax Tone
One afternoon as our in-house carpenter, Arnold, was getting something from our office. He heard our fax machine ringing and seeing that nobody else was there to take the call he answered it and was asked for a fax tone.
Caller:  “Fax tone please”
Arnold:  “Walang Paxton dito!”
The phone rang again and again. And Arnold gave the same answer. On the fourth ring Arnold was already furious and stormed out of the office saying:  “Ang kulit-kulit nong tumatawag, Paxton ng Paxton sabi na nga wala nga ganoong pangalan dito eh!”

Done
One evening as we were about to close, one of our sales ladies bumped into our technician on the driveway.
Sales lady:  “Are you done?”
Bok:  “No, I’m not Dan, I’m Bok.”

The Confidential Agent
One morning a Nissan Terrano entered our shop.  As it got nearer where I was standing I couldn’t help but notice the big piece of paper pasted on his windshield and it says:  “CONFIDENTIAL AGENT” complete with his photo and his full name. It’s like he is announcing to the whole world that he is a secret agent.

J-E-N  (Juliet-Echo-Nancy)
I could never forget when my sister once called me from their radio room at National Power Corporation.  Their radio operator was the one who facilitated the call.
Operator:  “Hello, pwede kang Jen?”
Me:  “Yes, speaking”
Operator:  “Si Jenjen na ni? Si Juliet-Echo-Nancy?”
Me:  “O!”
Operator:  “Uy Nancy! makig-istorya imong igsoon si Jojo.”
I couldn’t stop laughing afterwards because I started out as Jen and by the end of our short conversation I turned into a Nancy.

Bis-log
These are just a few of those “Tagalog” sentences spoken by a Bisaya: “Nahirapan ako makatindig kanina sa bus.” (Instead  of: Nahirapan ako makatayo.);  “Paki abre ra gud ang pinto.” (Instead of: Paki bukas nga yong pinto);  “Nadawat mo ba yong pera?” (Instead of: Natanggap mo ba yong pera?)

Out-of-order Stereo
One time a customer came into the shop and asked our technician to take a look at his car stereo.
Customer:  “Bok, paki-check nga ‘yong radyo ko nawala eh.”
I was thinking that our technician would reassure the customer by saying that some wire must be just loose or something like that. But I was shocked when Bok answered, “Baka ninakaw.”

This just shows that it doesn’t take much to find something funny to laugh about each day. Just take time to look around and listen. Remember what they always say, “Laughter is the best medicine.”  Take time to laugh. And if you want to meet the main characters of this cartoon show and be a part of the Kariton 2, just drop by anytime at our shop, the Karplus.
 

moody BLUES, 14221 By Ernesto L. Yu, M.D. Batch '65

The Cuckoo In Coco-nut:  Madly scouting for territories to mark, like dogs, I somehow go crazy like a fox; lose my spatial equilibrium and rational self when such effort is translated into dead punches into thin air. As the usual grind of the everydayness in life, oftentimes, things don't absorb the initial design in front of you. You long to date the moon, you stumble upon the stars instead. You yearn for the feel-good vibe in love, but get only to slurp a cold loveliness. You hug the thought of a dearest one as you melt to sleep, yet end up wrestling with the dreaded one in a clear trail of a plot patterned after Nightmare In Elm Street. The point is, you can always chase and weave reveries at any length, but it is not a given that you'll have it packaged in vivid technicolor or be bathed in a soundtrack that lingers way after the curtain call. Consequently, don't go bonker when sweet becomes sour, beauty becomes beast, Snow White becomes as pale as the night. It is the attitude of being a good sport that you bring on the table that nurtures the force within; a power on its own that can slay any raging bulls within you. Don't lock yourself in the bathroom and wallow in your numbing frustration. That's tantamount to waving the white flag to all dizzying uncertainties. Emotional flexibility is the name of the game in town that can propel you to more miles of sanity.

Or you'd prefer to walk aimlessly, talking to your own coconut?

Gone With The Wings:  In recent years, I have exhausted my physical and mental behind from hopping around rounds of school reunions. It all conclude, as we love to exclaim in Buffalo, in the same small miracles: wonderfully humanizing in ironing out the crumpled nostalgia on any face. I surfed through years of decaying youth with a joy pop of a million tales from way back when. Glamorizing the innocent days and the brisk passage of time  in astonishing range with comrades who, before the meeting and mating of minds, were mere mortals mummified inside a vault of refreshing memories is indeed a leisure to die for if you only know the uplifting feast for the senses behind such recycling of the varying hues, textures and resonance of golden years. Really, to sift through charred ashes of the once-upon-a-time and resurrect the time-tested bond that is temporarily fractured by what-have-you circumstances are reasons enough not to regret the impulse of being a key player in the process of "regrouping the wandering flock".  Six months ago, a dear college buddy who used to supply rainbow in my downtime expired after enduring the agonizing complications of a rotting liver. I missed thanking him for the colors he painted on my canvas  when I failed to transport myself in the Dumaguete reunion a couple of years ago. I'm pretty sure my presence would have eased a bit of his pain as I planned to suck some of his nagging discomfort thru sincere handshake and warm hello. It is more of a devastating regret that I didn't steal the occasion as it drifted by. Thus, am currently roaming around the portals of Silliman U during its Centennial Celebration to bump into the wings of some enchanting characters of my undergrad days, before my cup runneth out. Nonetheless, hush. Don't broadcast my whereabouts to the  gold miners of Zamboanga, the Abu Sayyafs. I can't stand feeling the flame of fear licking my toes.

Besides, my princess wants me back whole:  bones, armor and all that jazz.

It happened to me
One Sunday a few years back, while in church attending Mass, my then 3-year-old son Job (now 7 years old and Grade One in LCHS) who was kneeling beside me, asked: "Ma, is that Mama Mary?" pointing to the statue of the Virgin Mary.  I nodded. I was so proud of him. We were on the right track, or so I thought. He was silent for a few seconds, then pointing to the Crucified Christ, he asked "...and who is that naked guy?"  -- By Belinda "Bunz" Cu-Lim, M.D. (BBatch '82), Iligan, Philippines. (Dr. Bunz is a member of the Resurrection of the Lord Chinese Filipino Catholic Community of Iligan City. The group is starting to build a Formation Center to serve the Tsinoys of Iligan. Contributions for the Center may be forwarded to Rossana Co-Belmonte, tel. no. 221-2744.)

He is best remembered as the art teacher from whom we picked up our first lessons in watercolor painting.  He introduced fine arts to us when we were in our elementary grades at LCHS.  But Tan Dih Hong (in photo) was more than just an art guru.  He was a wizard in many other fields of discipline as well.

Tan Dih Hong joined LCHS in 1953 when the school established its new campus at Roosevelt Extension in Barangay Saray.  He taught arts & handicraft, history, and zoology, among a few other subjects. His knowledge in zoology was not limited to textbooks.  He was fond of animals himself.  From him we learned to make animal figurines fashioned from wax molds in our handicraft class.

Back in the early 60s students playing at the grassy, untamed backyard of the kindergarten building (Tsu San Hall) once created quite a stir on campus when a python was discovered straying out of the thickets.  While frightened kids scampered in all directions, a few brave souls attempted to kill the python by throwing stones at it, without much success.  As soon as Tan Dih Hong got wind of the commotion, he lost no time in rushing to the scene.  After directing the crowd to steer clear of harm's way he calmly proceeded to capture the snake with a wooden pole. Many would have thought that he would kill the snake and dispose of it but he didn't.  Instead he brought the snake to keep in his quarters as a pet.

His quarters, located on the ground floor corner of the two-storey high school building, was a mini zoo in itself.  It housed a menagerie of rare animals.  A few curious students like us would occasionally sneak into his den to ogle at his bizarre collections, which included a live monitor lizard, love birds, quails, and even baby crocodiles, among other rare fauna. At one time he even kept a manta ray in his aquarium. Tan Dih Hong's den also doubled as his studio.  Adorning the walls were his artworks, consisting of paintings of landscape, still life and nude women. Fascinated as I was, I never got the chance to ask him if the nude paintings were done from pure imagination or live models.

Sometime in the mid 50s, while heating some foodstuff on his small stove inside his quarters, Tan Dih Hong went out to fetch something at the faculty office and somehow forgot all about the stove. While he was away, the unattended stove set off a fire in the room.  Fortunately, students in the vicinity noticed the smoke coming from the room. These students, led by Jaime Handumon and Carlos "Bonnie" Dy, rushed to the scene and forced the door open to remove and extinguish a burning pillow and other materials that had started to catch fire.  Had it not been for the presence of mind of these students, the fire could possibly have spread and burned down the entire high school building.

As a teacher, Tan Dih Hong knew how to hold the attention of his students during classes.  He often drew sketches on the blackboard to illustrate his point during lectures.  Whenever he sensed that his students were getting bored or restless, he would promptly interrupt his lecture by telling us suspense stories.  To which we were more than thrilled to listen for he was a wizard in the art of story-telling.  His tales of horror and ancient myths always brought us to the edge of our seats. I could never forget his scary tales of the "Old Tiger Woman," by which he held us spellbound with his vivid narration. I spent many sleepless nights haunted by the innocent thought that the characters were real.

Even more remarkable than his versatility was his creativity.  His artistic presentations during the "Chinese Night" at the city auditorium in the city's annual fiesta celebration won him wide admiration.  Among his productions were the realistic props which he designed for these occasions.  One such unforgettable presentation was the musical skit, "A-Tseh Poy Hong" (The Mute and the Silly Girl), for which he created a life-size papier-maché of a frail old man carrying a lady performer on his back across an arched bridge.  The number was well applauded and won wide acclaim for LCHS.

A gentle personality with a passion for the finer things in life, Tan Dih Hong enjoyed good rapport with his students. He would often invite his students to his quarters where he would regale us with sagas of his adventures or glimpses of his many talents.  I remember joining these sessions on a few occasions, in which he introduced us to Chinese traditional music on his piccolo and the pi (a traditional Chinese stringed instrument played with a bow that produces sound not unlike that of a violin).   It was our first time to hear the sound of such a rare and fascinating instrument, which he played with unabashed passion.

Tan Dih Hong has since retired from teaching.  Yet nobody knows for sure where he is now.  Some alumni say they seem to have heard that he now lives with his family in Catbalogan City, where he owns a thriving hardware store.  Some others say he is a benefactor of a Chinese school somewhere in Leyte or Samar.  These reports remain as yet unconfirmed.  But wherever he is today, many of us who were his loyal disciples at LCHS will forever be grateful to the gifted Tan Dih Hong for helping us learn to appreciate the arts and discover the wonders of life.

“Nothing splendid has ever been achieved except by those who dared believe
that something inside them was superior to circumstances.”  -- Bruce Barton

The Force
Has anyone of you ever wondered, why does one man, gifted with a good intellect and education, live a life of mediocrity while another, with much poorer intellectual resources, achieved great success? What is it really that makes someone tick? And why is it that some people turn their lives around upon experiencing a deeply moving event? Perhaps one of the most mysterious forces of life is the will and it’s probably the answer to what most of us are wondering. While psychologists and psychiatrists have uncovered many secrets of the psyche, no one really seems to know where the power of the will comes from. But it seems that will power is not so much a faculty of the mind, like memory or deductive reasoning, as it is a force – an inner power that marshals our intelligence and skills to accomplish a desired end. Surely, the source of this power is much more related to our emotions than our intellect. As someone once said, “If the will is there, the mind will find the way.”

The Programming
Many of us would agree that our mind has the similarity of the computer. All because our mind is the original model upon which the computer was invented to start with. Since childhood, our mind has been programmed by the people in our life who are making commands, giving orders, ideas, opinions, etc., and telling us what we are and what we are capable of doing. If we keep believing what others tell us about ourselves to be true even if they are not true at all, then that belief will be stored in our mind and will continue to influence our attitude and our way of life. Depending on what they are, they would either promote or hinder our plans and decisions in the fulfillment of our own futures. Nonetheless there is a computer language that says, “Garbage in, garbage out.” Obviously, if we put garbage in our mind from what we believe, we cannot expect something to come out smelling like roses.

Have you ever wondered why so many therapists regress their patients to a time in their childhood when the problem was created? It’s because that is where the fear, the trauma, or the self-identity first began to take hold. Out of those early years, each of us formed a composite picture of ourselves. It made little difference whether the pictures of ourselves which we created were true or not. Our experiences, our acceptance of what we heard or what we believed from others and what we told ourselves became the foundation for the mental programming which directs us today.  (Continued next issue)
 

BATCH 1971
Aida Andaquig, Regence Enterprises, Sabayle St., Iligan City, tel. 221- 3593; Charles Ang, Isabel Village, Pala-o, Iligan City, tel. 221-3464; Evangeline Ang, Infini Pawnshop & Jewelry Store, Gen. Aguinaldo St., Iligan City, tel. 221-3016; Roque Booc, Iligan City; Eduardo Cabayao (deceased); Roberto Chua, Venaviente Store, Cabili Ave., Iligan City, tel. 221-3150; Felicitas Sonia Clemen, 111R Magasaysay Ave., Davao City, tel (085)-222-2038, e-mail: united@skyinet.net; Giovanni Co, 45 12-22nd St., Nazareth, Cagayan de Oro City, tel. (088)-857-3084; William Dy, Manila United Electrical Services, Ronquillo St., Sta. Cruz, Manila, tels. 733-0335 to 36; Sionnie Dychutee, Midtown Hardware, Badelles St., Iligan City, tel. 221-3062; Eliza Kao Hoc, Rosalinda's Store, Quezon Ave., Iligan City, tel. 221-8038; Bonifacio Khu, Job's Commercial, Quezon Ave. Ext., Iligan City, tel. 221-2762; Elizabeth Khu, Manila, c/o FK Mart, Aguinaldo St., Iligan City, tel. 221-3819; Susan Khu, FK Mart, Aguinaldo St., Iligan City, tel. 221-3819; Erlito Lee, Lian Hong Co., Inc., Quezon Ave. Ext., Pala-o, Iligan City, tel. 221-3138; Eddie Lueong, Lluch St. Ext., Iligan City, tel. 221-1287; Henry Lim, San Francisco, Agusan del Sur, tels. (085) 3439-042, 2423-215; Jane Lim, 6700 Red Horse Pike Newburgh, Indiana 47630, U.S.A., e-mail: JDLIMMD@pol.net; Jimmy Lim, Iligan City; Pablo Lim Jr., Manticao, Misamis Oriental; Lily Ngo; Guido Samson, Initao, Misamis Oriental; Susana Samson, Cebu City; Nelly Sim, Lanao Milling Corp., Tubod Highway, Iligan City, tels. 221-2756, 221-3085; Claro Tan (deceased); Dominador Tan, Lian Hong Co., Inc., Quezon Ave. Ext., Pala-o, Iligan City, tel. 221-3138; Eugenio Tanjoco Tan; Victor Tecson, Taiwan, c/o Lanao Arkay Radio & Electrical Supply, Sabayle St., Iligan City, tels. 221-3682, 221-1348; Emily Uy, Hammercon, Inc., 180 M.J. Cuenco Ave., Cebu City, tel. 232-8281; Manuel Yap; Evangeline Yee, 0158 Roxas Ave., Mahayahay, Iligan City, tel. 221-3179; and Johnny Yip, Yip Bakery, Cagayan de Oro City. [Next issue: Batch 1972]