A friend of mine won't be taking a certain girl to basketball games anymore after she wore a red and white vertically striped skirt, a blue blouse, and a white scarf with an American flag partly visible in the folds. Visions of Fort Santiago haunted him throughout the game. Even worse, when a rooter for the opposing team loudly derided the Ateneo 'Blues' for not calling themselves by their full name (Blue Eagles), she stood up and shouted back, "Because they're all pro-American!"

The extent of Japanese propaganda knows no bounds, whether by posters, billboards, mottos, parades, celebrations, songs, advertisements, newsreels, etc. No vaudeville show can end without the rendition of the Japanese March by the entire cast and orchestra — usually followed by complete silence from the audience. Flags are everywhere, in buildings, houses, parades ... even in each orchestra music stand. This brings to mind a nightclub incident last week, where two youths under the influence of our friend, Bacchus, invaded the bandstand and started tearing down the little flags, while the proprietor broke down into a downpour of sweat trying to pacify them. Fortunately no Japanese were present.