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TO A REDWOOD (Verse) - B. J. Baratono 1

THE AWAKENING - - Henry Veit 2

IN MEMORIAM, JOHN REGAN (Verse) W. Kevin Casey 12

Catholic education and the world War

John J. Barrett 13

Voices (Verse) - James Enright 21

THE MULETEER - W. Kevin Casey 22

LOVE (Verse) - Harry A. Wadsworth 35

COMMUNICATIONS - - - 35

IN BELGIUM (Verse) - W. Kevin Casey 42

EDITORIAL - - - - 4.?

UNIVERSITY NOTES - 46

ALUMNI ------51

EXCHANGES - 56

ATHLETICS - - - -60 REV. TIMOTHY L. MURPHY. S. J. THE NEW PRESIDENT OF THE UNIVERSITY OF SANTA CLARA ! —;! ;

Entered Dec. 18. 1902, at Santa Clara, Cal., as second-class matter, under Act of Congress of March 3, 1879

VOL. XVIII SANTA CLARA, CAL., NOVEMBER, 1918 NO. 1

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DREAM, O towering spire by Nature wrought,

Here, wkile I mark thee pierce the azure sheen !

Dim, silent centuries deigned thee not a thought-

This velvet rote unnoted, clustering green,

These glistening, jet-black caverns lightning-struck !

Majestic Guardian of a rich domain !

The fangs of furies scar thee still, they pluck

Thy nursling brood, thy mossy bed profane

Ages agone, the mighty arms were maimed !

Strangers from lands far-off now christen thee

They bring their Art and glittering names far-famed

Thou smilest at the tribute : thou art free

Free as thine ancient playmates, Air and Sea

B. J. BARATONO The Awakening

By Henry Veit.

HE spacious room was called, kissing him and encircling him softly dark and warm, with an affectionate hug. dark save for the But there was no opening of the flickering light of the closed lips, no response to this warm waning embers, the salutation, no tender paternal kiss, large hearth emitted. which she had eagerly awaited and It was resonant, even to the muffled which it was his wont to give. She tread of Jack Selby and his sister withdrew non-plussed. Then after a Elaine, who had just returned from an few wild moments the awful reality evening at the Cort. dawned upon her. "Jack wasn't the show wonderful?" "Jack! He's dead, h-he's dead, Elaine whispered. Jack," she moaned pitifully. A con- His reply was cut short by a "sh-h" vulsive sob shook her delicate frame from Elaine. and she dropped to her knees, tugging "Dad is asleep," she said, "I'm go- entreatingly at the insensate form, as ing to surprise him." if in appeal to the cold icy hand of

The room had about it an atmosphere Death to yield back unto earth, the of real home, soothing and impressive. harvest it had just reaped. But the Jack began to remove his wraps. He rift between Life and Death was an watched with an air of appreciation, interval that human entreaties could the graceful form of Elaine glide not bridge. The venerable old man noiselessly, with out-stretched arms to- had wandered across a bourne that ward the reposing figure. What filial knew of no return. affection and devotion she displayed. "Come away, Sis," entreated Jack,

So like her ; so like a real grateful lifting the weeping form from the child of a hard working parent. Jack dead body. There were huge tears admired this devotion in his wonderful trickling down both his cheeks and a sister and he smiled a smile of satisfac- choking grief possessed him. "He is tion and joy as he witnessed her girl- better off in that far-away land," con- ish prank. tinued Jack consolingly. "You're all "Hello, you dear old Daddy," she wrought up, girlie. Come now, you ; :

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had better retire to your room; you'll sion of death. An ominous silence filled need the rest." the room, enhanced to awesoraeness by They were soothing, earnest words the presence of a dead body. but her grief was too profound to ad- On the verge of derangement, he rait of any muting. She leaned heavily sank into a chair, to think. Thinking on Jack's supporting arm and stag- was well nigh impossible for, ever was gered away to her room, in daze, a his gaze and with it his mind drawn to casting backward glances as she de- that inert form. But what was that, parted. which the limp right hand clutched in Presently Jack sauntered wearily its encircling fingers? It brought Jack back into the death chamber. It was back to composure. the first time in his young life that be- The grasp released a paper, yellowed reavement had touched his kin. Death with age. On the floor beneath lay always adds years to an existence; the envelope. The one, written in a even in a period of a few days or hours, feeble feminine hand, stared at him when intimacy with this stern leveler with the words: "For Jack Miller. To of all is first experienced; years men be read on his twenty-first birthday." of character development, those mould- Eagerly he sought out the contents of ings outgrowths that differentiate and the other. It read: a mere youth from a grown-up man. July 1897. Such sudden changes, now passed My Darling Boy through Jack's being. He was enter- To-day you are twenty-one, ing the eve of his twenty-first birth- a man, and I know you are all that I day. How differently he had thought had ever hoped you to be. and felt just a few minutes previous. Life had meant so much to him then. I will die content, knowing full well, But now the future opened to his mind that every care, attention and blessing will like a book and he saw, ever so clearly be given you by your guardian, Mr. the responsibility, the pressing require- Selby, as if you were his own son. He ments brought on by this sad experi- befriended me when all had turned me down, gave shelter ence,—his first intimate acquaintance me that I might with death With heavy heart he bring you into existence. But in doing switched on the lights. so I must die. Gladly do I sacrifice my The body looked so natural, so very life. much alive, albeit the king of terrors My dear boy love that venerable old unmistakably inhabited that shattered man as you have never loved him be- house of clay. It was enshrouded in fore. Make his declining years bright such peaceful composure, Jack could and happy as best you can. not but feel the end had come with no Your Father was a villain. He de- suffering, nor confronting apprehen- serted me in the hour of our greatest —

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need and wrested from my possession, II your brother Philip. "Whither they "Millions of men march to their went, I know not. He was a diplomatic death, knowing little or nothing of the agent in the service of the German reasons why—knowing that they fol- Government. And, Jack, he loved his low their country's flag; it is enough. Kaiser more than me. I pray to God An appeal to honor,—and armies rush that Philip will retain the brave, free to the guns : a catchword of patriotism, spirit that has characterized your an- —and stately legislative bodies toss cestors for generations ; but it cannot away formulae and arrive, white-hot at possibly be, in the midst of such en- certainty. One must indeed look to it vironment. that the rudder is made of the oak of Now my boy, I feel the end is near. the brain; yet the breeze that fills the Good-bye. And may you always re- sails and drives the ship is forever the main the proud possession of your, rushing mighty wind of the spirit." Sorrowful Mother. Beneath a sky heavily canopied, the Jack was dumbfounded. He turned night was stark black and loud with his face toward the hearth as a flower clashing waters. A fitful wind played seeks the sun, but his deep eyes looked in gusts, now grim, now groping like a lost in beyond it, into the fires of life itself. thing blundering blindly about A haunting sense of unfulfillment that deep blackness. The liner was stirred him to strong resentment and gaining speed. Ashore a few wan he sighed as he moved carelessly about lights, widely-spaced, winked uncer- the room. Like a deranged unfortu- tainly in the distance; those near at nate, faltering over hot sands in a hand, of the anchored shipping, skipped fruitless search for water to quench and swayed and flickered in mad his burning thirst, Jack wandered aim- mazes of a goblin dance. Jack paced lessly to and fro for something to alle- those dimly lighted decks in the midst viate his oppressed brain. Then by the of other peripatetic individuals ; some side of the deceased, his foot touched a carefree, others determinedly strug- piece of cardboard. It was a picture ling under luggage and weighty grips. a picture of a woman with kindly eyes, At pause beneath the bridge, Jack and beneath the portrait was written: rested elbows upon the teak-wood rail "To Jack from Mother." He kissed it and with importunate eyes searched tenderly; it afforded him so much sol- the masked face of his destiny. It was ace and contentment. "Dear Mother," a cloud too thick to pierce. He gave it he whispered in tones of deepest grief, up and resigned himself to peaceful "help me—help me to bear it all." reminiscence. The kindly eyes seemed to glow as if in The night of his guardian's death answer to this earnest supplication. came back to him, mirrored darkly up- " '

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on those swirling inky waters beneath. clear and warm. A perfect anthithesis He felt guilty of a huge wrong, a crime to the previous night. Cool sea breezes for not having shared his secret with and invigorating sunshine suffused Elaine. His doubt swayed him in a Jack with a tingling elation he found hopeless whirl, yet out of it there hard to suppress. Stateroom twenty- seemed but one way, the noble and nine seemed to have a peculiar call for righteous way. Elaine needed protec- him, a sort of magnetism attracting tion, not from an open enemy but from him to closer acquaintanceship with its an unseen lurking foe, a tyrannical occupant. despotism, bent on destroying just her He tripped lightly around to port kind. His aid in overthrowing this side, sat in one of the many deck brute was needed. That was why he chairs to permit his truant fancies to determined to join the Allies, determ- wander at random. It was wonderful; ined to fulfill his mother's dying wish. the limitless expanse of water, the pure It was his only means of compensation. salt atmosphere and the thrill of be- True, Elaine was not his sister, but ing on a veritable floating palace, pur- from their long, fond years together, ringly cutting through the foaming he could not but consider her as such. swells and speeding him on to, "Over "Oh! I beg your pardon," quickly There" that he might pay his debt to apologized a young woman, overladen Elaine—and humanity! with baggage, who in the uncertain Most of the passengers were prom- light had bumped into Jack and awak- enading the decks with a possible view ened him from his thoughts. Jack to forming acquaintances. The first turned in surprise. day out is usually monotonous and "Perfectly alright," he said, polite- lonely, but when democracy begins to ly tipping his hat. "Permit me to help assert itself in the passengers by the

' you with your baggage ! intimacy and congeniality of compani- "My state room, number twenty- onship, the whole is transformed into nine, is only a—short distance up deck, one large family, so to speak. Jack but if you will rather favored the port side, not how- "Only too glad," interrupted Jack. ever through its superiority in views In the flood of light emitted from or the like—for from all points it is the twenty-nine, which revealed the two on same boundless deep—but somehow the arriving there, Jack looked into a pale environment there was more intimate intellectual-looking face, with deep set and touching. brown eyes and clustering brown hair. State-room twenty-nine presently The nose was a little long, but the sent forth its occupant in all her dazz- mouth, chin and jaw were all very fa- ling feminity. A propitious wind was vorable. at play, for from the hands of the girl The following day was bright and it blew a tiny handkerchief and rolled THE REDWOOD

it gently past Jack. The girl attempt- sion, to go so far from home to do your ed its recovery, but always out of bit." reach it was wafted gently on. Only "No sacrifice is too great," she con- fleeter feet could overtake it, ere it tinued, "when the precious right of plunged over the ship's side. Jack freedom is at stake." volunteered chivalrously. "Quite true." "Good morning," said Jack, ap- "And now, Mr. Miller, may I ask proaching the girl, "here is your hand- your destination?" Her interrogation kerchief, Miss—Miss." He hesitated was natural and an inquisitive sparkle oddly. shone in her eye. "Tevis," added the girl, thanking "Over there,' Jack answered. him. "You know I have a dear sister of "Delighted to know you Miss Tev- whom you remind me so much and it is is," returned Jack. "My name is just the likes of you both, that we able- bodied men must defend." Sel—er, I mean Miller, Jack Miller." Several days passed. Jack's ac- "It was so kind of you, Mr. Miller," quaintance with Miss Tevis she said with easy naturalness that became more intimate and he concluded at made Jack feel perfectly at home. Her length that the sweet little nurse voice was of uncommon quality, deep was one he could really learn like with and bell-sweet. to an affection above ordinary friendship. "Isn't it a perfectly wonderful Their meetings were numerous and day?" ventured Jack. frequent. In the twilight, as the baby "Grand, isn't it, just the kind that stars, remote impersonal things, would is especially adapted to steamship flir- creep out to their watches in the sky, tations." and as the moon checkered the sea with Jack smiled. The charming manner a restless pattern of black and silver, of his new friend tempted him to be- they would sit and converse upon the come inquisitive. deck. "Do you intend travelling abroad in So the voyage grew from one of cas- these troublesome times?" He put the ual friendship into one of love, pure question as a ground breaker and then love. It is often said that steamship was startled by his own temerity. romances are never sincere, but to see "Well, not exactly," she answered, Jack and his sweetheart at parting "I am going to live in England with time, would have changed the skeptical Uncle, who has charge of a con- my into the most credulous. valescent hospital there. You know there is a demand for nurses now that Ill so many are needed at the front." Six months had flitted by and their "How loyal you are to your profes- passing, found Jack on the firing line. THE REDWOOD

It was cold, unimaginably cold and and shrieked overhead, as a pack of dark and the driving storm was at its hungry wolves eager for prey. To height. Thickening into an avalanche it Jack this was nothing, merely a weird gained impetus every second and drove music to which his ear had grown ac- on as of some malign spirit having at customed, and he moved on as if noth- its disposal only a brief space in ing were happening. which to wreck and destroy. Jack Coming to a halt in front of his own drew his coat tightly about him and little alcove, he patiently dug with his bent his head to the fury. Progress hands,—the only tools to be afforded. was low, even painful through the con- It had but one possession, a picture of coction beneath his sodden foot-gear. his mother. He flashed his little light

A pocket flashlight beaconed him on, in upon it. To look upon those well- deflecting sullen gleams from the inky loved features, strengthened him and mass of slushy melting snow. At reg- the thought of the millions of other ular intervals were stationed coated mothers, like his own would have been, figures with faces steadfast to loop mothers whose future happiness de- holes in the parapet, seeking out, if pended on the outcome of this war, kept possible, through that shifting white his spirits high. It reminded him also wall, any foe who might be wandering of his duty and of his unpaid debt to aimlessly about in the two hundred Elaine. He handled the little card- yard ribbon of earth that separated the board square affectionately, kissed it combatants. and then tenderly, as if he might in-

Now and again he passed narrow jure it, put the portrait into the pock- rifts in the walls of the trenches, en- et of his blouse nearest his heart. trances to dug-outs, betrayed by glim- "Well, Jim, old man," said Jack, mers of candle light through the slapping the shoulder of the man he had cracks of makeshift doors or the coarse come up to relieve, "have you found mesh of gunny-sack curtins. Fritz very inquisitive to-night?" Many too, with their bare hands, had "No, he's been too durned quiet; it patiently dug little alcoves and sort o' makes me feel creepy." shelves; these niches contained their And with that the doughboy stalked most precious belongings, a picture of off, melting into the blackness, for he mother or sweetheart. In these men was tired, almost spent, as were all who lived but to kill there was still left those brave warriors who stood post a touch or two of tenderness. that day. The fire along the line swelled to an Propping his rifle against the wall of uproar, augmented by the hellish gib- the trench, its butt on the firing step bering of machine guns. Somewhere back of him a huge gun came into just out of water, Jack proceeded play, barking viciously. Shells whined painstakingly to fix its bayonet. Then THE REDWOOD

he assumed his position at the loophole star-rocket paled and winked out in in the sand-bag parapet. The night mid-air. Jack noticed in the flare filled with so much driving snow had that the weary land was flecked with become less penetrable than the dark- what he concluded to be poor, dead, ness itself. Only that shifting while broken bodies of men who had fallen wall met his gaze. Even the perennial days or months, hours or weeks before roar of shrieking shells had ceased. in the grim contests that were waged The feeling of something sinister and for a few yards of that debatable char- uncanny, something vast and mighty nel ground. Two lay so close to him came over him. Man had made war that he could have touched either by for ages but never before on such a slightly moving his hand. But he was huge scale. at pains to do nothing of the sort; he Then suddenly a blinding white glare desired to clench his teeth against cut through the gloom. The blaze their chattering, even to hold his played for a few minutes over the breath and regretted that he might not trenches, sweeping to right and left mute the thumping of his heart. and back again, dying away at a far In a semi-crouching posture the distant point. After it came the same troupe slipped forward again, ready to white gloom and deep silence. To the flatten themselves to earth when an- watchers along the line this betokened other trail of sky-spearing sparks but one necessity and that to prepare warned them. Then a strange coinci- for a massed attack. dence occurred. But the storm was now letting up With the brave little band from the and with its abatement came an order British side, there also ventured out for volunteers to go "over the top," on into that waste of littered and inde- listening duty. To Jack this afforded scribable abominations a listening par- a novelty too good to let by and he was ty of Germans. Thus had Fate de- lured by the thought of its romantic cided. danger. In the middle of that desolation they That their persons might blend the met. They needed no urging; they al- more perfectly with the surrounding most flew to their task. Foe met foe, snows, fifty grimly determined men, amid the din of clashing bayonet. shroudded in white, clambered out of Shrieks of the dying pierced the start- the trenches into "No Man's Land."

led night ; a mortally wounded comrade All was still and they advanced rap- here, idly fifty yards or more. Almost at a dying foe there and all muffled the same instant, warned by a trail of to insignificance by the rasps of strik- sparks rising in a long arc from the ing steel. Neither side dared fire, lest German trenches, the little party in doing so they mow down their own dropped flat and lay moveless. The men. Only the mere handful must ;

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strike at each Hitting shadow, knowing "Has it come to this?" he groaned, not whether it were friend or foe. "has all my education in Europe's best Jack was blinded to all else, save the schools, but taught me how to kill, to Boche he had encountered. He grew maim and to wound?" aware of the fact that the fierce on- There were tears in his eyes and he slaught of his companions was carry- shook with resentment. ing the Germans back. To Jack it was From an inner pocket of his blouse

all thrilling, incomparable, and he eag- he drew a picture, the only thing that erly pushed on flushed with his first could console him. It was a woman taste of victory. But suddenly a thund- with kindly eyes. Scrawled beneath erous crash halted him. A weird ring- the portrait was the word, "Mother". ing sounded in his ears, his knees grew He kissed it and fondled it like a weak, his eyes were dimmed even to the mother would a babe, and he wept in white mantle of snow about, he falter- his anguish. For who in time of trou- ed, stumbled forward and then plunged ble or doubt or grief will not seek his headlong into a shell hole, unconscious. mother for advice or soothing words ? Day dawned crisp and clear. All "Ah, father, why in your love of was quiet amid the hovering phantoms militarism have you deprived me of a of death and the unspeakable. In the mother's companionship; her tender shell crater a young German, indescrib- rearing and her loving care? It's made ably jumbled moved ever so slightly. me a merciless murderer." For the He groaned as he straightened and sat moment he hesitated; a burning rage up, gazing about bewildered. Beside filled him. "I never believed your him lay a body straight and supple side aright, but you forced me into it." the features clear-cut and clean, a mere There was wailing in his tone. youth like himself. A boy's face with But the body beside him appeared to frank and fearless brow looked at him. move. Instinctively he felt for life. There was no malice there, only shocked There was a faint thumping of the surprise. The German was deeply im- heart, hardly perceptible, but there pressed. was life. His fingers met a piece of

"This is not one of the brutes we're cardboard. He pulled it from the coat

! ' fighting against ' His thoughts were pocket. It Avas a picture—a picture of uttered in perfect English. "Where a woman. "To Jack from Mother", are the heartless, cruel terrors," he was inscribed beneath. continued, "we had to kill for our self- "Well, that's strange!" he exclaimed

preservation." He gazed around in in surprise, comparing it with his own. search of them. That unmalicious, kind- The similarity was unmistakable. ly face disproved all his superiors had "Why—why, they're the same!" drummed into him. In a daze he began to ponder. From "'

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the dim past he recalled the inquisi- The unconscious form moved. Slow- tiveness with which he had pestered his ly he opened his eyes, and passed a father to learn more about his mother, bruised hand across his forehead, for why was she not with them, where did there was pain there, excruciating she live, why could he not write to the pain. brother he yearned to see. But ever "Jack," she pleaded, "don't you that arrogant parent dispelled these know me? Don't you remember?" questions from his mind. He stared into the little face. A "Jack," he returned, "brother of smile of recognition flitted over his mine, you've awakened me to my sense emaciated features. "Miss Tevis," he of duty." And he raised the supine whispered. And he relapsed again into form in his arms, kissed those parched insensibility. lips and stroked gently the unconscious Several days passed and with their brow, with a feeling and tenderness passing Jack came out of a successful that were heartfelt. operation. "Miss Tevis," he said one bright sun- IV ny morning, "tell me how I came into The base hospital was filled. Every- this paradise, and—with such a bright where scurried those little immaculate- little angel to hasten along my recov- ly habited heroines, the red cross ery." nurses caring for, resuscitating their She smiled. "It might excite you heroes who had returned from the glor- too much," she answered, "and, be- ious fight, bleeding and torn and sides the Doctor says you are to remain wounded. perfectly quiet at least another day." "Madamoiselle," said one of the There was a slight trace of feminine in- attending doctors gravely, "prepare tuition in this reply. this man for operation. His condition "Ah, please, Miss— Tevis," he pleaded, is serious." And he pointed to a "I'll promise not wounded man whose face was wrapped "No, Jack," she interrupted, "call in a maze of bandages. me Alice, it sounds more friendly, more The wounded groaned and muttered like our trip across. ' as if in a delirium. Tenderly the lit- "0. K. with me, Alice. I am your tle nurse stroked the fevered brow, humble servant." staring intently upon the partly un- She drew a chair close to his side. covered face. She started, then drew Jack was impressed by her charm and closer for a confirmation. grace. alive from No "Yes, it is he," she whispererd. "How did I get away "Jack, Jack, speak to me." And she Man's Land? Did the attack prove shook him gently. successful?" THE REDWOOD 11

"No, Jack," she answered, "you "Yes, an old friend, he said whom he and ten others were given up as lost. hadn't seen for years. And Jack he is But late the next day in the early twi- now fighting with the Allies, fighting light, a German, saying he knew you, for your freedom and my freedom. carried you to your friends, under a se- Wasn't that heroic?" vere and dangerous shell fire." "Did he give his name?" "A German!" reiterated Jack. "And "Yes," Alice continued, "his name he knew me?" is Philip Miller." ;

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OF LIEUT. JONN M. REGAN. KILLED IN ACTION AUGUST 4. 1918, IN THE BATTLE OF FISMES

HT teem the breezes with plaints and signs

And the bells weep tears of sound ?

Should dawn have grieving, reddened the eyes ?

Should a dirge in our hearts be found ?

Ah no ! away with the cypress and yew,

Let pain in our hearts become pride

Let earth shed sackcloth and exult anew

For the glory in which he died. W, KEVIN CASEY

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Catholic Education and the World War

(Address delivered by John J. Bar- their hearts and scrutinize their activi- rett '91, at Public Meeting of Catholic ties, and at the door of every home, at Educational Association, Civic Audi- the threshold of every house of wor- torium, San Francisco, July 25, 1918.) ship, and in the inmost council-chamber of every institution, to demand the Ladies and Gentlemen: countersign—"loyalty and service." The convention which receives us in The Question of the Hour. its public session tonight happened to What response does the Catholic Ed- assemble at the most novel hour in Am- ucational Association make to that erican history ; and the coincidence is question of the hour? suggestive. For the first time since this Republic began, every institution Church Behind the Flag. and every person in the land stands The answer of the convention of that challenged for the credentials of his association to the question as to where loyalty and service. the Catholic Church in America stands, It was high time, after a century and in this as well as every other depart- a half of unquestioning welcome to all ment of her activities, at this supreme classes, creeds and opinions, and unsus- hour in our country's history, rings pecting hospitality to all who came our out clear and unequivocal—the loudest way, that the roll of the faithful should in the land—in the forthright pledge be called. It was high time that a na- that she stands behind the Government tion that was founded upon the most and under the flag. benign theories that were ever made That attitude has not waited for its the basis of a State ; that was sum- proclamation upon any summons. It moned by its fundamental principles, its has been preached from our pulpits and supreme ideals, its splendid past and shouted from our church-towers since its high future, into a mortal combat in the first moment of this evil hour ; and which all these were challenged ; that any one of us can answer for her. was surprised in such a combat by un- We pledge our country our single- expected disaffection among her own hearted allegiance. We entertain no people and stunned by stark treason scruples about the justice of her parti- among her guests ; it was high time that cipation in the conflict. We approve such a nation should line up every per- the course she has taken in the crisis, son and institution in the land, search and we would have had her take no

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other. We commend the sagacious and guarded traditions in my soul, certain high-minded statesmanship with which deep-sunken habits in my body. There- heaven has blessed her counsels, and we fore, the ultimate act of deserting what see a mark of heaven's favor for our I conceive to be her interests and pro- cause in the inspired leader, Woodrow moting the interests of any other peo- "Wilson, it gave us for the struggle. We ple, would still be the act of Modred stand ready to promote our country's and Ganelon and Judas Iscariot. This, fortunes at the sacrifice of all our re- then, is loyalty; loving something as sources of human life and earthly pos- one loves one 's mother, with an infinite sessions. With all our strength and gratitude for an infinite gift." mind and heart we pray for victory to That is the quality of the loyalty we the arms of our country and her gal- pledge to this anxious hour. And we lant allies. We hold no allegiance that entertain it as we were taught it—not conflicts with our love of the flag, and as a mere sentiment but as a solemn wherever it leads we are prepared to duty—the sovereign duty of the citi- follow. zen—an obligation binding in the forum of his conscience. Definition of Loyalty. And we hold him a blasphemer who is irreverent to the Chesterton says flag. "Loyalty is probably best to be de- Present War Against Our Flag Is a fined somewhat thus : It is the senti- ment due to those things to which our War Against Cross of Christ. obligation is in a sense infinite—that Close beside the cross, the emblem of is, cannot be calculated as for barter, our faith, we have raised the flag, the and can only be expressed by a general emblem of our country. Belonging and final dedication of the affections. side by side in every crisis, there never Thus a man owes loyalty to his mother, was an hour since our State began because nothing short of seeing her when the flag belonged so near the through any of her troubles could be cross and the cross so near the flag as commensurate with a gift which is now. For this war against that flag is mystical and absolute ; the gift of life a war against the cross, as well, in its itself and of life at the risk of death. highest and holiest signification. It is In the same way a man owes loyalty to a war against fundamentals that the his country, because he cannot, even in cross stands for. It is a war against imagination, set any limits to what he elementary things that the cross sym- owes to the corporate culture and or- bolizes. It is a war against the very der that has protected his cradle and throne of God ; and the events that informed his mind. I cannot tell how dragged us in—unwilling and resisting much I owe of all things to my country, —were only incidents of the impious and, through it, to having certain well- and sacrilegious enterprise. Emblaz- : ;

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oned on the banner of the aggressor are is even more re-assuring than its such pagan shibboleths as these pledge. It is a message that springs "Might is right," "There is no higher from the very heart of your mission law," "There is no right or wrong," and goes direct to the heart of the mis- "The State is the only reality and sub- sion of our country in the war. stance," "Man is made to serve the Man Was Not Made for the State, But State and has no higher destiny," the State Was Made for Man. "There is no international law," For what is the central principle of "Neither in the heavens above, nor in the system of education which this con- the earth beneath, nor in the waters vention represents but this : Knowledge under the earth, is there aught that you is power, but power of any kind, with- shall serve but me." out restraint, is an evil worse than ig- War Forced On Us as a Challenge of norance or weakness ; knowledge is Our Civilization. force, but force of every variety, undis- And even for all that we did not go ciplined, runs straight to tyranny; and to war—it came to us. Our participa- unrestrained power and undisciplined tion in it has the soundest justification. force, in the material order as well as

Though it challenged our civilization, in the mental, have their last root in assailed our honor and threatened our those very principles of that false and existence, we shrank from it till our pagan philosophy which has loosened forbearance looked like cowardice and this plague upon the world, "Might is

our patience like fear ; and we found right," "There is no higher law," ourselves at last on the battlefield, not "There is no right or wrong," "The because we had gone to it, but because State is the only reality and substance," they had projected the battlefield onto "Man is made to serve the State and American territory by attacking ship has no higher destiny." The central after ship that flew the American flag. principle of your theory of education

They belong together, therefore, in declares further that there is no royal this solemn hour and this genuine cru- road of escape from power unrestrained sade—the cross, the emblem of the and force undisciplined, whether they Kingdom of God, and the flag, the em- have taken possession of a man or a blem of a Republic that stands for the State ; that there is no short cut to im- fundamentals of Christian civilization. munity from the evils of the reign and

That is the pledge with which you rule and ruin of those dire principles and we respond to the eager inquiries that as those evils have their root in of our country; and those are the tok- those false principles, those false prin- ens we tender of its sincerity. ciples must be rooted up in individual The message with which this conven- life and thereby in national life, and in tion replies to the anxieties of the hour their place must be planted the eternal 16 THE REDWOOD

principles of a higher law, inherent very axioms of civilization for the tri- right and wrong, and essential good umph of which this nation has cast its and evil. It is a fundamental theory of far-flung battle-line in this momentous your educational system that men must struggle. These are the very "cells he forever taught that just as there is of the soul" of the civilization for a law of gravitation that holds the which this country is rushing her flag earth to its orbit, as really is there a and her sons to the forefront of this higher law that holds mankind to its mighty conflict. These are the very orbit also ; that there are principles of truths—sublime and stirring—with eternal truth from which spring prin- which Desire Cardinal Mercier, writing ciples of eternal justice ; that out of with the pen of an arch-angel, has that higher law and from those eternal roused and rallied the civilized world. principles issue human rights and du- Nor are these principles ethereal, too ties superior to the State and which no abstract or too intangible to take firm government may violate whatever its hold of the minds and hearts of men. necessities; that among the most pre- "Why, these very principles are that cious of the principles that spring im- same spiritual force, mightier than the perious and inviolable from that higher mightiest that material agencies can law are these: Man was not made for create, that takes its stand today in the the state, the state was made for man; great highway of time, of destiny, of there are principles of civilization that civilization, of the world, and says carry a divine sanction ; there are man- with serenity, with confidence, with as- dates of international law that say, surance, to the most stupendous array "Thou shalt not," to a government of physical power that was ever mar- even when they leave it no other alter- shaled in the history of men: "You

' ! native; the end does not justify the shall not pass ' And it shall not. means, with a state any more than with Democracy Without Spirit of Individ- an individual. "Render unto Caesar ual Restraint Merges Into Despotism. the things that are Caesar's, and unto It is also a cardinal principle of your God the things that are God's." central teaching theory that these sov- ereign truths, inborn though they are Teachings of Christian Education the in human nature and responsive to ap- Very Axioms of Civilization. peal, should find a place in education; These are not novel doctrines that and that out of them will come, with you teach and that are the heart of many other fruits, the all-saving vir- your teaching. These are not principles tue of restraint; indeed, that there is alien or antagonistic to the spirit or foundation for that virtue but institutions of your country. These no firm principles are not theorems out of touch with that higher law and those modern civilization. These are the that issue from it. You hold fast, too, :

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to the theory—all too plain from fa- affected them for good or evil, is "The miliar experience—that it is the natur- American Commonwealth" by James al tendency of power, in every phase in Bryce. Let me read, without com- which it is developed and in every de- ment, a few observations from that partment in which it is employed, to standard authority along this line run to the limit of excesses; that it "No one is so thoughtless as not to fails to provide spontaneously its cor- sometimes ask himself what would be- responding virtue of restraint ; and fall mankind if the solid fabric of be- that it is imperative therefore to satur- lief on which their morality has hith- ate the process of education throughout erto rested, or at least been deemed by with those great moral principles that them to rest, were suddenly to break give vitality to that essential quality. up. . . Morality with religion for All these considerations have pecu- its sanction has hitherto been the basis liar application to a democracy, where of social polity, except under military every man is a sovereign and the col- despotism; would morality be so far lective individuals rule. For, as weakened as to make social polity un- Tocqueville says: "The weakness of a stable? and if so, would a reign of vio- democracy is that, unless guarded, it lence return? In Europe this question merges in despotism." And Wendell does not seem urgent, because in Eu- Phillips: "Despotism looks down into rope the physical force of armed men the poor man's cradle, and knows it which maintains order is usually con- can crush resistance and curb ill-will. spicuous, and because obedience to au- Democracy sees the ballot in that baby- thority is everywhere in Europe matter in- hand; and selfishness bids her put of ancient habit. . . . But in Am- tegrity on one side of those baby foot- erica the whole system of government steps and intelligence on the other, lest seems to rest not on armed force, but on her own hearth be in peril." the will of the numerical majority, a

That is the message with which this majority most of whom might well convention answers this questioning think that its overthrow would be for hour. That is the patriotic service with them a gain . . . Suppose that all which it shows cause to its fellow-citi- these men ceased to believe that there zens on this dark and anxious day. was any power above them, any future

Is it genuine service? Or could it before them, anything in heaven or easily be dispensed with? earth but what their senses told them

James Bryce on the American of . . . would the moral code Commonwealth. stand unshaken, and with it the rever- of towards The best study that has been made of ence for law, the sense duty our institutions, their origin, their op- the community, and even towards the erations, and the influences that have generations yet to come, . . . His- ;

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tory, if she cannot give a complete an- during their bitter passion today,—are swer to this question, tells us that hith- all these but hallucinations of a world erto civilized society has rested on reli- distraught with grief and looking for gion, and that free government has comfort from some external source be- prospered best among religious peoples. cause there is no comfort here? Are

. . . Yet America seems as unlike- all these but ethereal echoes, from the ly to drift from her ancient moorings cold and silent stars, of humanity's un-

as any country of the Old "World. . . ceasing wail against the pain and sor- Religion and conscience have been a row, the disappointment and despair constantly active force in the American of this abandoned sphere?

commonwealth. . . . not indeed World's Faith in Law a Spiritual Force strong enough to avert many moral and In its slow but sure course this war is political evils, yet at the worst times moving on to a decision of this tre- inspiring a minority with a courage mendous three-fold proposition, which and ardor by which moral and politi- will thenceforth and forever stand as a cal evils have been held at bay, and in settled and accepted truth of the hu- the long run generally overcome. man race and of human affairs, and Republics Live by Virtue. stamped with a finality that nothing

"It is an old saying that monarchies less than such a conflict could fasten

live by honor and republics by virtue. on it : first, that the race at large has The more democratic republics become, an inborn faith in a law that is higher the more the masses grow conscious of than man can make or the state repeal their own power not only by patriot- second, that this faith in that higher ism, but by reverence and self-control, law has such native vitality and inher- and the more essential to their well- ent vigor that a preponderance of the being are those sources whence rever- race will rise and rally against any ence and self-control flow." gross and fundamental violation of its Just one concluding thought. Are principles, and will make the sacrifice those high things we have been talking of every earthly treasure and of life of realities, or are they shadows? Are itself to vindicate its sanctity; and those conceptions of a higher law, sov- third, and chiefly, that this faith, in-

ereign right, eternal justice, and human born and vigorous, is a spiritual force destiny beyond the state—are all these mightier than all the material forces hollow superstition or are they solid that can be combined against it; that truth? Are those great principles the powers of light are stronger than which are the soul of your educational the powers of darkness. system and, by such a fine coincidence, That is the compensating end to at the same time the very gospel for which our firm and steadfast defense which this nation and its allies are en- against this war of conquest is leading ;

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the world, to prove decisively, with all journey over the hushed and abandoned

the finality of a demonstrated, scienti- battlefield of Belgium , Italy and fic fact of human life, the existence, France, to catch an inspiration for a the vigor, the invincibility of that faith monument to express the highest mean-

and force ; to fix that primacy, estab- ing of the conflict, and to find a spot lish that supremacy, and settle that or- at which to place it in commemoration der of precedence forever as an axiom of the victory. Footsore and weary he of the race. That is the adequate good will make his way over that long and that we have injected into this evil winding region that yesterday was thing and that rescues the human fam- studded with the classic creations of ily from the grave impeachment of be- the genius of the race and today is a ing engaged in a suicidal conflict. hideous and unbroken waste. He will That is the all-sufficient outcome brood over the ruins of temples of wor- which forbids the thought that the ship that inspired art had fashioned higher law and its boasted principles and love of God had reared. He will are undermined by such conditions. sit and muse among the broken walls There is not despair for the race in and battered roofs and empty shelves this agonizing conflict that was forced and deserted corridors of temples of

upon it ; there is faith ; there is glory learning that were as priceless in their there is vindication. splendid beauty as in the treasured lore That is the conception of this war that came in rare and wonderful books that makes us prouder than ever of old and went forth in rare and wonderful human nature. That is the conception men. He will walk with a heavy hoart of this war that makes the khaki uni- over fields that once were rich aud form the livery of God and our sons glad with all the fruits of bounteous and brothers soldiers of the Lord. nature and industrious man, but that That is the conception of this war that now are barren of a living leaf. He makes it inconceivable that Providence will gaze with grief unutterable upon should be indifferent to the outcome. the crumbled heaps of villages where That is the conception of this war that all was peace, contentment, love and makes us sure that, if the hour needs home. He will pick his way through it, over the battlements of heaven will the obliterated streets of mangled ci- tumble the thunderbolts of God to put ties which centuries had reai'ed as rich down this rebellion against His supre- and gorgeous monuments to proud and macy. thrifty peoples. His heart will sink The Monument at the Marne. amid the wilderness of graves that In another day—not distant we hope converted a continent into a city of the —some second Michael Angelo will dead. His soul will be stirred to a tern- 20 THE REDWOOD

pest of emotions by the wreck and ruin a reverie on the spiritual things that that fill his eyes and his fancy will survive the ravages of time and the sicken at the awful spectacle and plunder of men; and catching the true shrink from its harrowing task. But conception of this conflict and of the seated some night on a hilltop on the victory that crowned it, he will carve Marne, and lifting his gaze from the a cross and plant it there, to symbolize desolation about him to the myriad the idea that civilization was cruci- lights that still signal a living God on fied but her soul redeemed. an unconquered throne; plunged into ; — ! ———

0tr?0

WHISPERING stir is in tke trees,

songs Of unsung ;

Bidding me rise from dreams of ease,

Tke vagrant, incense-laden breeze

My quickened spirit seems to seize

For Life is young

Passion but smolders in my breast ;

Tke pipes of Pan

Call faintly from tke glimmering West ;

My work I see; —Aye God's bekest

Hatk brougkt new ligkt, an aim, a quest

Lo ! I'm a man !

Swiftly, but ok kow softly ! came

Tke setting sun

For wealtk I kave not craved, nor fame

A ricker, fuller life my aim

"Jesu !" I lisp tke Holy Name,

And Life is done ! JAMES ENRIGHT

21 The Muleteer

W. Kevin Casey.

ECAUSE Captain Jack games were those of triumphantly pro- Wetherby was hand- tecting, in the role of mail-clad knights, some, and brown, and innocence and beauty, he fought—as

tall ; because he had in later life—with redoubled strength done brave things and vigor. over there, social San His schooling was done in Exeter Francisco adored him. All the shining and Yale. During these golden days young debutantes were mad to dance every one who met him characterized with him, all their mamas set crafty him as a 'good fellow'. While at Yale snares for him. Because he was brave he distinguished himself by painting and handsome sufficed the girls; the with huge Y's the Harvard campus the mamas were allured by the fact that his night before the 'Big Game'. Just as people were the Wetherbys of New he had finished this feat, he was de- York. But though he danced and dined tected by a mob of students. After be- with all the beauty of the old harbor ing pursued by them some small dist- town, he was still heart-whole and fan- ance, he eluded them by slipping into cy free. At least so he assured him- an unoccupied machine and drawing self—if only it weren't for that name, the robe over him. Margery Morgan forever chiming in He always did things on the spur of his ears—Margery Morgan. the moment, always was up to some

Although Wetherby 's parents were sort of fun-making deviltry. He never able to spend the winter in New York made the mistake of trying to be pre- and the summer on the Riviera ; al- ternaturally old—he was well content though they kept a palatial home and just to be young. a corps of keep and bought a new lim- It was while he was at Yale that he ousine every other year, they had never met Lee Morgan, a young Californian. made the mistake of spoiling him as a He had known him casually for a time child. Sometimes he accompanied —as a Junior knows a Freshman. Then them on their travels ; other times he came that affair when Morgan's skate stajr ed with his grandparents up-state. came loose upon the ice and he was There he fought and played with the slightly stunned by a tumble. Jack lads of the town. And whenever the helped him up, handed him a picture

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he had dropped, and drew in his breath he submitted to Lee's handshakings with a gulp when he noticed the feat- and congratulations and thousand ques- ures upon it. tions about the trouble over there. He "Why, pardon my asking, but who's discovered later that Margery would that?" Wetherby blurted out. not be home until early June. It was Young Morgan smiled now latter May. "That's my little sister, Margery. In the two weeks that elapsed before She's going to school down at Chevy the beginning of the Training Camp Chase." in which incidently Lee had been ac- And then came the call for volun- cepted as a candidate—Wetherby never teers for the American Ambulance had in his life a more tremendous time. Unit. Both wired home for permission San Fransico showed him all her re- to go. Lee was almost heartbroken at nowned hospitality ; he was feted as if having to see Jack leave—himself hav- he were a Roman conquerer home for ing to remain. When Jack returned a triumph. And through it all he at the advent of the United States into showed he was as fun-loving and un- the war, he didn't speak much of what pretentious as ever; he had not yet he had seen or done overseas. But he grown up. had a war-cross which they said he had He and young Morgan were always received for saving a vital key-trench together; Morgan's Speedster wit- for France. When it's crew had been nessed many rambles. They both drove shot down he had held the charging it in turns; sometimes Wetherby drove Huns with a Lewis gun until reinforce- it about alone. They thought nothing ments came. Also he had been slightly of that, of course, for Lee had done 'gassed' once. the same with Jack's racer one vacation He took the civilian's examination, down in New York. obtained high recommendations both And wherever he and Morgan went military and political, and was award- he found people asking when Margery ed Captain's bars. Then he was dis- would be home. At the dance and tea patched to the San Francisco Presidio and country-club he saw people looking where the First Officers Training Camp forward to her homecoming. He had was slated to soon begin. His services an impulse to bowl over some youths as instructor were highly valued. whom he saw unconsciously fix their Lee Morgan was at the Ferry to meet ties at mention of her name. him. Although the thought that San II Francisco was Margery's home had been ever with him during his trip It was June in poppy-broidered Cal- across the continent, he forebore asking ifornia, early blue-skied romantic if she had yet returned home. Instead June. And everyone that morning in ; — —

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the old San Francisco Presidio, from the tune softly. Soon he broke into orderly to Colonel, was aware it was the strain and sang there to himself, June. Captain Jack Wetherby, with beating time with his old pipe, on his morning shower, shave and break- which he had carved a Y during his col- fast over, and with his pipe drawing lege days. perfectly was utterly aware it was When he had been 'gassed' a few of June. He had every reason to be con- the finer tissues in his throat had been tent, and yet he was not. Life some- destroyed. His ordinary voice, a pleas- times seemed a bit flat after over there. ant bass, was not affected. But when- He sat there in the lush green grass ever he began to sing he struck a queer, grass all pied with flowers of yellow high, ludicrous key. Being quite sen- and blue. He was just gazing at the sitive about this, he disliked to be over- jewel-blue sky, just gazing and think- heard. ing— Suddenly, while he was singing he "She will be home this week—Mar- heard a machine slow down on the road gery Morgan—I wonder— if she looks behind the fence—heard a peal of girl- much like her picture ", and so on. ish laughter. Then Lee's voice Before him lay the comfortable offi- "Sis, I'll swear that's Wetherby." cers' quarters—and beyond stretched "That person!" and the car roared the parade grounds. On the other side and shot away. of the fence against which his back Wetherby arose with his ears slight- rested ran a branch of the road from ly pink. He swore softly. town. The morning bustle had not yet "That person," he repeated to him- begun.. That was his favorite spot self. "Lee, of all persons to play me when he wanted to go and dream alone. false." He was just a bit sick at heart Perhaps it attracted him because at over the supposed treachery of his that time of the morning no sound dis- friend. turbed him except the note of some "They say she's the most beautiful wild bird; perhaps because he could girl in California. I know she's the glimpse in the tail of his eye, the blue most popular here—in the city. So she bay dancing far to the left. hates me. Well " and so ran his His thought changed from Margery thoughts. Then as he walked away to Lee; from Lee to the Training "to meet—her should at least prove in- Camp; from the Training Camp to teresting " but with all his thinking for a dreamed that fighting. Therewith came recollec- he never moment the coming day was to prove the most tions of France—of a gallant Picardy interesting in his whole life. regiment he had seen go to its death lilting a brave chanson. His clear eyes Ill filled with tears ; then he began to hum The day was at it's warmest. The : :

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barracks glared in the sun. Little always bent on some small mischief. heat waves spiralled up on every side, She was now fairly bubbling over with dancing a strange, steady dance to the laughter. occasional drone of insects. Now and "Oh, Captain Wetherby. Do come then a huge Quartermaster's truck with me. I am with Margery Morgan

rumbled along ; and at intervals a across there." And she pointed over squad of prisoners in blue followed by to the Speedster. a guard. Wetherby was nonplussed. Then "Assembly" was blown. A "You should at least tell me why all minute or two later "Fall in." Out the fun," he protested, as she took him tumbled the young R. 0. T. C. men for by the arm and directed him towards afternoon Battalion Parade. the car. Wetherby turned his company over "Now don't be foolish," she ex- to his junior officer—an immensely claimed. He thought the remark brilliant fellow. However he was con- would better apply to herself. sidered the most homely man in the "You were standing here and we no- regiment. Wetherby had turned his ticed you," she explained between foot leaping into an improvised trench bursts of laughter. in practice that morning. Nothing se- "Considerate," interposed Wether- rious, but a little awkward. He had by. not had a chance for private conversa- "Interrupt me again and you'll not tion with Morgan. He was not in the hear a word more," she threatened. As best of humor and the men under him no answer was called for she went on had been made to step sharply that "Well,—where was it I left off?— morning. A few of the more awkward, Oh, yes—we noticed you and Margery Morgan included, had been reminded confided to me that you were one of rather sharply of the fact. the muleteers; I didn't ask who told The battalion swung out, marching her. I just said I knew you and in- in a column of companies. They tended to introduce you. She was marched well; hands swinging, feet real shocked." lifting as if parts of a machine. The Those were the first days of the war commands rang out crisp and clear, —before the nation had taken on her the men had their hearts in the work. coat of drab. An officer then was some- "Wetherby was absorbed watching what of a rarity. Though not surprised them. at her mistake, he however asked Suddenly he felt a light touch on his "Didn't she notice my insignia?" arm. He turned; it was Marion Davis. "Insignia ! She's just from boarding He knew her as the girl Lee Morgan school," she said this as if she had for- was very partial to. He remembered gotten she was not out of school more her as the girl always irrepressible, than six months herself. 26 THE REDWOOD

She went on "the 're awff'ly strict rion's side. Wetherby was quite over- at Chevy Chase. She hasn't had time whelmed with Margery's beauty. Mar- to learn to distinguish an officer from gery was ice-cold to Wetherby and a muleteer." This last with a sly somewhat indignant at Marion. smile. Wetherby felt she was poking She only broke the silence once of fun at him. her own accord. "Now do come along," she insisted, "Which man out there is Captain as he balked. Wetherby?" He could not quite refuse. Wetherby pointed to the officer com- Margery Morgan took his breath manding his company. away. She was far more beautiful "True to his voice," she remarked, than her picture represented her. She half to herself. sat there in the car, just as haughty Wetherby was not quite sure as to and reserved as Nineteen could be. She whether she saw him flush. At any rate was dressed all in some shimmering he was sure he made some sort of an white. He perceived that she had the impression on her. He stood there by blackest of eyes ; but they looked on the car very straight and very tall. He him unkindly. She had the firmest of knew she could not fathom his case for chins; and it was set unrelentingly. upon suddenly turning towards her, he And her cheeks brought to him visions detected her eyeing him curiously, her of peach-blossoms and the velvet sheen brows contracted in the form of an up- of pansies. turned V. Again he caught her off her "Margery, may I present Mr. Mule- guard with a witty remark. She could teer?" Marion had assumed a mock- not repress a smile. It was then that formal manner. he noticed how bright her face was,

This took the wind out of "Wetherby 's then that he noticed how flashing sails. He had thought that Marion had white her teeth. brought him over to correct Margery's After a few more minutes of conver- mistake. He was just about to reveal sation in which Marion tried to get him his real identity when he remembered to tell some experience of his as a mule- the event of the morning, of her ex- teer, he made his excuses and departed. claiming "That person!" Out of sight of the Speedster he drew

"Well," he thought to himself, a deep breath, took out his pipe, lit it "she can't hate me worse as Mr. Mule- and puffed furiously. teer than as Captain Wetherby. This IV masquerade ought to punish her just Wetherby found it was impossible to a little for condemning me without any make out his report. His thoughts cause." were spinning wildly. His pencil-point

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eyes were turned on the distant blue. His situation was desperate and re- Suddenly he recovered himself, saw quired a desperate remedy. His inspi- that he had half whittled the pencil ration came, and almost fearing to away, laughed and then swore, threw think, he acted upon it. Still his ac- down his report, and rushed out doors. tion was entirely natural, although Battalion Parade was over. Most of very boyish. He looked around. There the men were away studying semaphore was not a soul down the street. Then and drill regulations. Wetherby was he threw dignity to the winds. Very aware that Lee Morgan was detailed quietly he repeated that action which on special duty. His Speedster stood had saved him one night down upon at the edge of the road. Wetherby the Harvard campus. He slipped into stopped by it to fill and light his pipe. the back of the Speedster, softly Just as he was about to touch the crouched on the floor and pulled the match to the packed tobacco he glanced robe that was lying there, over him- up the street. His heart fluttered a lit- self. tle and a heavy sensation came into "It's a bit awkward," he thought, his throat. He flipped out the match "but it will only be for a half a sec- and crammed the pipe into his pocket. ond." Margery and the Colonel were crossing In a moment he heard the rough the street—not more than a hundred tones of the Colonel all intermingled yards away. As yet they had not seen with the sweet voice of Margery. him as the machine protected him. He felt the perspiration break out all The Colonel was a West Pointer and over him when they stopped at the ma- high on formality ; he had killed his chine and she asked the Colonel if he man in the Mindanao campaign and cared for a ride down the Sloat Boule- feared no one. vard.

Wetherby was intangled in an un- Here was a new phase of the situa- pleasant situation. For he was sure tion, of which—although it should have the Colonel would stop and address him been expected—Jack had never by proper name; which would be bad dreamed. He had been accustomed to enough. Probably Margery would re- regard the car almost as his own ; that mark about his being a muleteer; Margery, when home, was accustomed which would be infinitely worse. He to drive it, never entered his skull. Of did not have time to walk away. He course he had seen her in it that morn could not run; that would inevitably ing, but he had forgotten that in his attract their attention. He had never excitement. a doubt that they were on their way He heard the Colonel's voice rumble: down to headquarters. There seemed "I thank you, but I may only go as no way of escape. far as headquarters." ;

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"I'm sorry. I must go alone then. Wetherby, he was born beneath a lucky I just love to drive when I first get star. home." Then the two girls moved apart for The Colonel got into the front seat a moment together. He could not beside Margery. Wetherby's nerve catch what they said but he heard was almost gone as the machine moved great laughing between them. away. He could not leap out from the Margery again entered the car and back for the top was up. So he just lay it bowled swiftly away. Jack felt that there and placed his fate on the knees he could not at present escape. He of the gods. He was safe so far. He couldn't, of course, leap out. And if would have a chance of escape perhaps, he were to rise and introduce himself when the Colonel got out. But were he as Captain Wetherby, she would turn caught there it would take a deal of him over to the nearest sentry. More- explanations to excuse him. over, now that he had through sheer "There is a robe in the back seat in foolishness and luck, passed the most case you feel cold." This from Mar- dangerous phase of the adventure, he gery. had no desire to escape. The spirit of "A robe in June? Such an idea, novelty, of excitement seized him. The hah!" awkwardness of his position galled Wetherby blessed the Colonel's him; all his plans and prayers were pride. centered upon obtaining a seat in front. The car drew up before headquarters Now they were out on the Sloat

and the Colonel and Margery alighted Boulevard ; now he could hear upon his the Colonel a bit ponderously, Margery right the steady pounding of the Paci- as light as down. fic. He had the impulse to peep at her Then Wetherby heard more voices over the back of the seat—but she added to the two just by the car. One might hear him, might see his reflec- he recognized as Marion's; the other tion in the windshield. Once he was he guessed to be her mother's. convulsed with desire to sneeze.

"I'm going for a way down the Passed about a half hour ; the engine boulevard. Won't you come?" Weth- began to miss and soon stopped. "Gas erby caught Margery's words. is gone," he could have told her. Evi- "Three," thought he, "I'm done. dently she soon discovered as much, Marion will sit in the front. Her moth- for she stepped to the back of the car er will step on me in the back." to look at the tank. While she was Being discovered by her did not ap- there Wetherby ventured a glance out peal to him. They, however, had some and located his whereabouts. There calls to make on some of the officers' was a lone gasoline station about two families. Perhaps, after all, thought hundred yards inland. He knew it to :

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be kept by an old salt who was slightly "It was nothing," was all he could deaf. Margery clanked the horn but say. no response. Then she started toward "It was a great deal," and she was the shed. silent for a moment. Then she ceased Wetherby determined to escape from smiling and asked: his uncomfortable position. He was "Your presence in my car?" about to arise when he heard another "Please forgive me. It was a mis- car come laboring up and stop beside take;" He felt his excuse was inane. the Speedster. He enlarged upon it. "There's no one around but that "You see, I thought that this affair lady. Let's get that auto-robe," he might possibly occur, so I determined heard a rough voice suggest. to act knight-errant and chivalrously Then he heard someone get out of guard you." the adjacent machine, felt the Speed- He laughed and she laughed; she ster give as someone stepped on the said something which he didn't catch, running board. Then he felt a hand but thought was "chivalrous position." grasping the robe. He gave the arm a "It seems as if I must take your ex- solid wrench. The owner emitted an planations." oath of fright and pain. He said nothing, but endeavored to Wetherby leaped up. Two white- look contrite. Then she commanded faced fellows in a cheap, dirty machine "Please keep guarding the robe were staring at him with bulging eyes. chivalrously for another moment"—he A third was struggling to be free of could have reminded her that—she was Wetherby 's grasp. Keeping his hold deliberately misquoting him "and I on the fellow, he leaped out, took him shall run over for some 'gas'." by the scruff of the neck and threw "Let me, please," and without wait- him into the machine. One of the two ing for her response, he hurried to the in front started out, but Jack sent him shed. back with a straight quick blow. At When he returned she asked him how this the other threw the car into gear he intended to get back to his mules. and sped away. The fellow in the rear He smiled. "Walk, unless—" seat shook his left fist at Wetherby; "I happen to be going back?" she the right hung limp. finished for him. V "Please." The machine clipping it to "I saw it all, Mr. Muleteer," Mar- was back gery was murmuring; "that was ever the Presidio. He noticed she glanced so splendid of you." several times at him and smiled more He imagined her eyes shone more graciously and asked several demure kindly upon him. little questions. What a lucky thing — :

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that robe-stealing incident occurred, he was glad he had no reason to feel thought. ashamed. "How did you know I was a mule- "How did you win it?" she persisted. teer this morning, " he at last enquired. "Well—you see I killed off, with a "My brother told me," she respond- machine gun, a score of mules that ed. were stampeding toward us."

So that was it. He drew in his "However could you be so cruel! breath, amazed. He did not learn the The poor defenseless things!" whole truth of the affair till later. "But these mules were very, very Her brother had come in tired from vicious. They would have done a lot drill and angered at Wetherby for sing- of harm if they reached us." ling him out. He pointed "Wetherby out Wetherby was congratulating him- to her self. He had twisted out of that rath "See that fellow by the green post?*' er prettily. And then she was so love- he had enquired. ly to him, so completely wonderful. He "Yes," she had answered. had never before seen anyone as beau- "Why, he's a regular mule-driver. tiful. Now that she was taking an in- He's— " he was going to explain that terest in him he was half prepared to he was the famous Captain "Wetherby disclose his identity. But he thought when an orderly interrupted him say- the proper time was not yet come. And ing he was wanted immediately at how she would act when she discovered headquarters. Margery took the state- he was masquerading—he hated to sur- ment literally and was left with the mise. impression that he was a muleteer. "And what are those two silver af- The car was now singing along in a fairs for?" she asked, referring to his wonderful manner. The tang of the shoulder bars. salt-laden breeze intoxicated him. For "Years in the service," he answered awhile they rode in silence. Then after a moment's pause. 's war- Margery noticed Wetherby After a moment or two several pri- cross. vates passed, walking along the road. " Whatever 's that for?" she en- They came to salute. Wetherby hur- quired. riedly returned it. His brows creased into a frown and "Those soldiers saluted?" she asked. he bit his lip. Then he said off-hand "Yes," he replied, "they saluted in "Just a medal I was awarded." courtesy to you. They were muleteer "A medal? Do the muleteers receive friends of mine. In the army one does medals ? The papers say they are a de- spised branch of the service." not lift his hat; he salutes." "They are," he assented; and he The situation was becoming warm. —" "

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"Whatever caused you to be a mule- glanced at him critically. Her brows teer?" formed again into an alluring upturned "A girl," he rejoined, referring to V. He was glad then that his teeth Marion Davis. were white and his eyes clear. "Oh," was all she said, as if his an- "Do you know," she continued, as- swer were quite sufficient. suming a very grown-up air, "I am in- "If you were to try just a little you terested in you. I think you could could be above a muleteer." This she amount to something. I'm going to said earnestly. adopt you." He was glad then that he actually "Adopt me? That would be won- was. derful." "Don't you ever have ambitions to "I have always wanted to help be great, don't you ever dream of the someone to do something," she went

' future?" on, ' but everything instead has always He too looked far ahead. "Yes, I've been done for me." had dreams and hopes—I've lived up to He waited for her to continue. some—but I 've not done all— I was capa- "I know you can be great, with some- ble of—but from now on one interested in you. So I want you His jaw was set. Hardly thinking, to promise me you'll try. And I want he covered her hand, which was resting you to report all your advancements to lightly on the steering-wheel, with his. me." He recollected himself, felt the color "With your help, Miss Margery," mount to his brow, and took it quickly and he bowed, "I can win the world." away. In the corner of his eye he no- VI ticed she too was blushing a bit. Silence, and then he said There are some grand old homes in "I don't know how to express my- San Francisco. And none are grander self, but I never dreamed anyone like than those, which, in all their consci- you could exist." ousness of marble and granite, stand on It was too sincere to be an idle com- the Pacific Heights. Far below dreams pliment. He saw her breath come a lit the bay, dreams the Golden Gate. They tie faster. stand there clinging with a desperation "Now, please—-" was all she said. that belies their dignity to the side of He glanced at his watch. the most beautiful of San Francisco's "In five minutes we will be back at hundred hills. And of these homes the Presidio. I will go to my mules none surpassed that of Mrs. Philips and you to your great friends. I sup- Lewis, whose people had made their pose we will never meet again— millions long years ago in the Comstock "Oh, no," she broke in. Then she Lode. — ' — — —

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Wetherby, in the hope that Margery gathered in the ballroom. Little waves would be there, had accepted Mrs. Phil- of talk rippled out to them. Then the ips Lewis' invitation to the ball she was orchestra struck up a plaintive, sobbing giving—the ball that was considered dream-waltz. Couple after couple the gala event of the season. swung gracefully out. And Margery was there. It was in Wetherby delighted in dancing. He the hall adjoining the ballroom that cast an appealing look at Margery he saw her. She was alone for the "Miss Margery, I would like to moment. She bowed and smiled to dance ever so much. Just this one ; no him. In her evening gown of light blue one will ever know you waltzed with a satiny stuff she seemed as a fairy muleteer. ' strayed in from some land of dreams. She was light as a blossom and lis- Her hair was done up except for an er- som as a willow. They waltzed and rant curl that persisted in straying waltzed. He never enjoyed a dance so down and contrasting its shiny ebony much. He knew she liked his dancing against the soft ivory of her neck. He too. The crowd whirling around, noticed then for the first time her seemed creatures of another planet. height—she just came up to his wide Nothing mattered except shoulders. She broke his thoughts with After smiling acknowledgement of "There's that horrid Wetherby." his greeting her eyebrows formed into His junior officer had passed him the enchanting upturned V shape dancing clumsily. "Whatever are you doing here, Mr. "How did you come to dislike Cap- Muleteer? Come to make your first tain Wetherby?" he asked. report?" "Oh, my brother's letters were just "Yes and no," he evaded. "I was full of Wetherby, Wetherby. He was sent here with Captain Wetherby. I always wanting me to meet him. I got have lost him for the moment." to hate the name of Wetherby." "Indeed?" "Good old Lee," said Wetherby to "Also I am of a new rank." himself. Then to her: "Splendid," and she clapped her "You said something about his voice hands. to me this morning." "Have you really earned promotion "I heard him singing as I came in within four hours?" and couldn't help laughing." "I can't tell you now—later," he "But I think that hurt him very, promised. very much." They were, except for a group of la- "I didn't know. I was sorry after dies and men at the further end of the I found out." hall, by themselves. The guests were How the rest of the dance passed, he " ' — ; " "

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did not seem to care. He just swung "Couldn't—" around and around. The dream waltz "What?" she prompted very softly. was stretching into infinity. A touch "Couldn't I report to you forever. of some rare perfume clung about Oh Margery, can't you see I love you?" them; he thought it was 'coeur de rose' "You promised to tell me your new —he knew it was bewitching. rank," she evaded. "Tell me, The night was as the day had been, please— just June in California. The awning of "I am a captain now—Captain— the sky was shot through with stars "Wetherby," she put in. they seemed to "Wetherby to be holes "You knew?" he gasped incredu- giving glimpses of some great, bright lously. world that lay beyond. Somewhere "Yes, Mr. Muleteer. Marion told me near was a huge bank of roses. The all when I met her and her mother be- perfume was ravishing. A woman's fore headquarters."

voice floated down to them from It was Wetherby 's turn to be non- above. A violin's notes plashed among plussed. He recalled the thousand her harmonics. She was singing a heart things he had said. And she knew. He song, ineffably sweet and tender. saw now the reason of her change in "Wetherby 's brain was topsy turvy. attitude. And she was making play of As he walked there in the garden with him all the time. Margery, he longed to offer her his love "If Marion had not told me, I be- in words by which he would compare lieve I could have guessed as much. it to the vastnesses—to the moon and You were dreadfully clumsy." the stars. Instead, he only nodded to- Wetherby hung his head and made ward the music, and said: out to be tremendously sorry. "Pretty, isn't it?" "I was forced into it," he attempted She was very silent. to defend himself.

For a short while both watched a "No explanations. Let this be a les- cluster of lights pinned on the breast of son Mr. Masquerader. Your finger the bay below. Some liner was making nails must be covered with white marks port. for all the stories you have told me." He softly took her hand in his. She smiled relentingly as she saw ' — ' ' Margery—Margery him glance half covertly at his hands. "Yes—Mr. Muleteer—" Down the path he saw his junior of- "You told—me you wanted me to re- ficer approaching. She also saw him. port to you "Oh, Mr. Muleteer," she said, "let's "Yes." Her voice was low and had get away from that dreadful Captain the note of a dove. Wetherby." 34 THE REDWOOD

Hand in hand they strolled away. toward the singing and said: The roses could have told that he made "Pretty, isn't it?" her promise that he could still report And the lilac would have told you all advancement as Mr. Muleteer. And the name of the song was ''The End of a lily could have sworn that he nodded a Perfect Day." ffinu?

OVE is a gust of wind

That blows, that blows;

It comes like a breatk form heaven

And grows, and grows.

The wind comes from—Ah! we know not where,

So with love, so with love.

Till a storm arise like love's passionate sighs,

From above, from above.

Love is a gust of wind

For today, for today.

But, like the wind, shall love

'ass away, pass away

HARRY A. WADSWORTH

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SOMEWHERE IN FRANCE, Sept. 17th, 1918. Dear Father:

I wonder whether this letter will ever reach you. I am sorry I cannot tell you just where I am writing it, but I can tell you that the K. C. tent to which I am assigned is in one of the loveliest spots in all France. There are stretches of open fields and coun- try all around us and wonderful wooded hills in the distance, and it is hard to believe that we are so close to the shadows of the war-cloud. There has been so much rain that everything is fresh and green and just now it is much more like Spring in California than Fall in this war-ridden country. I am mad about the scenery of France, and I could easily spend "beaucoup time" as the boys put it, in any of the quaint little villages "over here".

I was billeted, a short time ago, in one of the little villages not far from here, and there was an old church in which the bells chimed the quarter hours, striking a different tone on the hours, just like the clock in the old Administration Building at Santa Clara in my time. Do you remember it? I am assigned to a splendid outfit—the 1st Pursuit Group, U. S. Army Air Service, and, as it is mobile, we are never very long in any one place. The outfit consists in the main, of Pilots (Officers), and Mechanics (Enlisted Men); and there are many Califor- nians among them. One of the Officers, Lieut. Wilson, is from San Jose, and we have discovered that we have a number of mutual friends. This is the group in which Major Lufbery and Lieut. Quentin Roosevelt were flying when they were killed.

There is so much that I would like to write about, but one must be mindful of the Censor, who is a very important person "over here". Suffice it to say that my charges are corking lads and that I consider myself fortunate to be assigned to them. There are a great many Catholics among them—in fact, a very large percentage of the men are of the Faith—and last Sunday I managed to scare up a Priest for them. He was a Chap- lain, a Frenchman, stationed in a French camp in a nearby village, and he spoke excel- lent English. He was quite young and was only a Corporal. I have never heard of a non-commissioned Officer among the American Army Chaplains, have you? Practically all of the Catholic men in the outfit took advantage of the Chaplain's presence, and it was an inspiration to see them approach the rustic Communion rail we had rigged up.

Speaking of Chaplains, I met Fr. King, of St. Francis Xavier's, New York, the other day. He is with the 18th Infantry, and through him I had news of Fr. Tom O'Con- nell, whom I have not run across yet. Has Fr. Harry Walsh come over? or is he still in the States? I am always on the lookout for any of the old Santa Clara boys, but so far have met only two and heard from one. I met "Spud" Feeney and "Cheese" Broderick, the Second; and I had a letter the other day from Sergt. Ed. Amaral. I am looking for- ward to the day when I will meet Johnnie Regan "over here".

To me, the vital point with all the American boys I have met is their splendid morale. They are certainly making and writing history, everyone of them, and translat-

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ing the great principles that actuated America's entry into the war storm. They know they are all Uncle Sam's boys now, and they are very proud of their daddy. What changes have been brought about at dear old Santa Clara this year, and are you still stationed there? How is the military training progressing? and Oh, a lot of other questions I want answers to. Please give my affectionate good wishes to all my friends at Alma Mater and be assured always of my sincere affection for your own dear self. Write to me when your time will permit. One gets terribly hungry for letters over here. Pray for me and for the success of the work I have undertaken, and if you can get the Redwood to me I will be eternally indebted to you. Respectfully and affectionately yours, MARTIN V. MERLE, K. of C. Secretary, 1st Pursuit Group, U. S. Army Air Service, A. E. F.

CHALUS, HTE VIENNE, FRANCE, Oct. 14, 1918. Dear Father: This time the end of my customary silence finds me in quite new and different circumstances and surroundings than have usually been the case when I finally awake to the duties to my friends. However there has been much in between, and lots of travel, until now I find myself occupying half a pup tent in the shadow of the castle where Richard, the Lionhearted, received the wound that finished him. It was quite a trip across with many amusing incidents that will bear retelling "apres la guerre". We were quartered in this town for our preliminary training. It is a quaint little town, crooked and dirty after the approved French specifications, and is quietly and tranquilly dead. Our only places of resort after the day is done are the little restaurant- wine rooms that one finds on any street. There we can talk it all over, write letters and occasionally absorb some "red paint". At present I am in the company barber shop —10 A. M., being yet too early for "vin rouge", same being enforced rather rigidly. After 9 P. M. we sleep, and after 6 A. M. we work. Quite a simple life.

But I am none the worse for the journey, and have come to the conclusion that it is great to cross the Atlantic once more. Received word from M. in which she said she had heard from you, and that your letter had been very cheerful and comforting to her.

Give my regards to my friends at Santa Clara. In the meantime I will say good- bye, hoping to hear from you soon and frequently. Your old friend, WILL IRWIN. P. S. I heard from Frank Shilling. He is on his way "over here".

WASHINGTON STATE COLLEGE, PULLMAN, WASH., Oc. 19, 1918. Dear Father:

This is the big town in which I am stationed. Santa Clara, I think, is only twice as big; I mean the town, not the school, for the school here is quite large. There are 38 THE REDWOOD

about 400 students enrolled in our S. A. T. C, and in addition there are 600 men in the training detachment—carpenters, mechanics, blacksmiths, etc. In about two weeks 200 more will arrive and a week later 200 bandsmen; so that in a month we shall have 1400 men—some crowd to handle. The situation of the school is very fine—for farmers. As yet, we have not been able to go to Spokane; we cannot manage to get the time. The distance is not very great, but the speed of the train leaves something to be desired. We are twenty officers in all. Eight of us occupy one of the Frat houses and it is very pleasant—particularly for me, with Leo Fox for a room-mate. Well, how is everything—from Siskiyou to San Diego as well as from the Sierras to the Sea? It is nearly a month since I left there. When you next see Col. Donovan ask him if he remembers a Colonel May. I was talking to the latter and he said that while in the Philippines, he, a Lieut. Colonel, made a military call on Colonel Donovan. Say, this place is normally one of the "deadest" ever, but now it is awful, with all the churches, movies, dance-halls, pool-rooms closed on account of the Influenza. One officer and one hundred of the students are down with it.

Well, Father I must close. With best regards to the fellows and Padres,

I remain, Your Sincere Friend, JOHN F. BROOKE, JR.

CLEVELAND, OHIO, October 26th, 1918. My Dear Father:

I have been intending to write you for some time, but it is the same old story and

I shan't make excuses. Besides, if I remember correctly, you owe me a letter. Since I wrote you last, I have had a two months cruise on the Great Lakes, and it was very in- teresting. It was designed as a training period, but personally I did not consider it very

successful, although I had some valuable experiences, and learned quite a little about navigation, steering and seamanship. We were assigned to a big 600 foot ore boat, en- gaged in transporting iron ore from Duluth and other ports in Minnesota to the various ports in Lake Erie and Lake Michigan, there to be melted, and through various pro- cesses, converted into iron and steel. It was extremely interesting, and one cannot

realize the wonderful organization of the steel industry until one has seen it in opera- tion. These mammoth boats of from 400 to 600 feet in length and with a 40 or 50 foot beam, are constantly engaged in carrying either iron or copper ore to the great steel mills in the south. The docking facilities are stupendous and most efficient. My first view of the process of loading coal caused me to look upon the machinery in open-mouthed amaze-

ment, but I had other thrills later. In loading coal, a car of some 50 tons of coal is shunted down a siding, which ends in an incline. The car runs up the incline which stops its rush and also gives it momentum to run down another track to the incline that carries it to the huge loading machine. Each car is manned by a brakeman, and as it

reaches the bottom of this second incline, it is stopped. A huge arm on a carriage and wheels runs down the incline, attaches itself to the after coupling of the car and shoves it up the incline to the flat portion. Here huge iron arms secure it from above, and by THE REDWOOD 39

powerful machinery car, track and all is lifted to the top, turned completely over, and the contents are dumped down a chute and into the hold of the waiting vessel. The car and track is then dropped to its usual position, run down the track and immediately made into train and carried to the mines for other loads of coal. The boat I was on carried 15,000 tons of coal to Duluth each trip, where it is used in manufacturing, and on the return trip carried from 13,000 to 14,000 tons of iron ore. The load of coal repre- sents about 285 cars, or 11 trains of coal cars. In Duluth and other northern ports they have wonderful docking facilities, and it takes just about five hours to load the largest ore vessel on the lakes. My greatest amazement came when I saw the unloading machinery. Possibly the most efficient unloading is done in Gary, Indiana, where they have the great steel mills and employ 30,000 men at this particular time. Immense clam shovels operated by electricity are dropped into the hold of the vessel and literally "grab" a "handful" of ore consisting of five tons, carry it many feet high and deposit it in a little car that in turn dumps it in the main pile on shore. This machinery unloads a vessel in a very few hours, and I have seen as many as eight "rigs" operating at the same time on one boat. The Great Lakes are truly great, and it takes actual "sailing" on them to realize their importance to this country. To look at them and think of them, one merely imagines a body of water, or several bodies of water, and thinks of them as "lakes". I don't now. They are huge, and I have traveled for 24 hours on Lake Superior without catching a glimpse of land. The scenery is wonderful along the rivers connecting the various lakes, and equals any I have seen in all my travels, and this includes Califor- nia. The island of Mackinac I saw several times, and stories of its history, the Indians, the Jesuit missionaries, and other interesting tales were told me, but time prevents my rerpeating them. This is the famous country that Good Father Marquette worked in, and one of the prettiest settlements in all the beautiful country is named after him.

During my travels I visited many different cities and had the good fortune to go en- tirely through the great steel mills at Gary, Ind. I saw the iron ore first go into the furnaces, and by many and various interesting processes come out perfect steel, which in turn was made into guns, rails, and a thousand and one other necessary and im- portant articles.

I met John Muldoon here the other day. He is following the same course of in- struction as I did, and needless to say we devoted a good deal of our time to discussing the happy days at Santa Clara. It has been a long time since I have heard from the old University and its activities and I sincerely hope you will manage to find time to drop me a line and a few clippings, and if possible, send me a Redwood. I should subscribe for a year, but since I am changing about so much, and the mail comes so irregularly, especially magazines and papers, I do not think this advisable. Give my very best regards to Fathers Buckley, Boland, Dunn, and the others, and accept a large share for yourself. With very best wishes for your good health and the prosperity of the University under the military regime, and kind remembrances to

my many friends within Santa Clara's sacred walls, I am, Sincerely, EARL D. DESMOND, U. S. N. A. R. F., Receiving Ship, Carnegie Avenue, Cleveland, Ohio. 40 THE REDWOOD

GOAT ISLAND, S. F. BAY, October 31, 1918. Dear Father: You have doubtless thought that I had forgotten you, but that is not the case,

though I have no reason to offer for not having written sooner. Just a matter of negli- gence on my part. I have always had loads of time and material, but little or no am- bition. I can now see why the Navy is so well liked in peace times. The hardest task a man does is to swab up a little deck space, drill a short period and his work is over. Of course he must also wash his clothes; but unless one lets them accumulate this job takes only a few minutes.

I read where the "old school" has been quarantined. Well, you have nothing on us up here. It is forty days today since we went under the ban, and from the looks of

things it will take a few more before we can once again pace our old familiar haunts in "Frisco". Being a grandson of the well-known Patrick Henry, I am strongly in favor of getting my liberty very soon. This business of sticking to the ship begins to grow a trifle monotonous after 40 days. Wonder how old Noah stood it so well. Still, the quarantine has certainly proven its worth, even if a bit inconvenient to many of the boys. There is not a single case of "Flu" on the Island. Quite extraordinary, with so

much of it in the city. After the second week of our quaurantine a vaccine was made and we received three shots in the arm. During the epidemic we shipped out over 300 men to do ambulance and nursing work in the city and bay region. We have on the Island a very energetic priest in the person of Fr. Bradley. He says two Masses each Sunday morning, and during the day he is around the boys urging them to join the K.

C. My application is in, and I expect to join, with about 300 other boys, just as soon as the quarantine is lifted. Well, Father, I am now on watch and will have to close. Will write in my next leisure. My best to all at S. C, and remember me, please, in your prayers. Sincerely, LOUIS A. BERGNA,

Hospital School, U. S. Naval Tr. Station, Goat Island.

CAMP MILLS, N. Y., November 5, 1918. Dear Father: During this whirlpool of world events, in which we are being tossed about like little chips, I have not forgotten you, and once in a while my thoughts persist in flying back to dear old Santa Clara. Since I wrote you from the troop train we have been so busy that I hardly had time to write home. Now we have a few days of unwelcome delay, and the possibility that we may never cross the oceans stares us in the face. However, everyone in this division is hoping that the Kaiser will give a few business- like kicks before he retires, in order to have us sent across. This is a rather selfish way to look at things; but in my opinion Germany is not defeated yet, and if the war is destined to go on for a time,—well, we will be ready to go. If, on the other hand, Germany surrenders unconditionally, that will probably be the best thing that could happen for the whole country; and personal desires and ambitions should be forgotten

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you a few of the happenings of our young lives. "Fat" Howell was made a first lieu-

tenant yesterday. I always knew "Fat" had the makings, and I sometimes recall how

last year at college I was figuring on making him a corporal in my company.

The rest of the old gang I see but seldom. Nicholson is attached to the casual camp and may still be in Fremont. Scholz and I went to N. Y. the other evening. Dan Ryan was on a transport half across the ocean, but his regiment has been recalled, and

Dan is now probably in N. Y. harbor. I saw Lieut. Ed. Heafey in Berkeley just before we left. Niclas is in the same boat with Dan, literally and figuratively. Brennan is at Kearney. It seems to be natural to be writing thus about the old fellows, and I can half close my eyes and picture myself in the old Redwood Office writing Alumni Notes.

I have done very little writing lately, but I manage to keep a diary in which I enter my daily experiences. Well, at present we are busily engaged in reconstructing Camp

Mills. Today I had charge of 100 men who were piling lumber to be hauled away in

motor trucks. When I bade farewell to the books at Santa Clara six months ago, 1

little suspected I would ever be found among the lumber-jacks; but there is still hope

that we may wander Berlinwards. Well, I must go now, but will write a longer letter

when I get a chance. In the interim, my address is

LIEUT. J. CHARLES MURPHY, Co. L, 62nd Inf., A. E. F., via N. Y.

POMONA COLLEGE, CLAREMONT, CALIF., November 7, 1918. Dear Father:

This letter has been a long time coming but I couldn't put it off any longer. To-

day is Inspection day and every one is all dolled up like a shined door knob for fear

of being called by us harsh Lieutenants. I called about twenty for dirty hands and finger nails, not to mention the number singled out for unshorn cheeks and dirty shoes. Gee! but I'm a mean guy to these poor boys. Already the aristocracy attributes the sickness and Flu to the strenuous drill we slave-drivers administer; but if they

had any idea of what we are going to give them when they get over it the Adjutant General would be receiving requests for our discharge. All the S. A. T. C. men sleep out doors and the hot sun kills all germs and other bugs carrying disease. We are having a new barracks built, and it will look like the Palace of Fine Arts when com- pleted and it's all for Company B, my company. The Flu is on the decline here, so in a week or ten days, we expect the semi- quarantine to be lifted. Give my regards to the gang. Tell Tom Whelan to write a letter to one in isolation. If he doesn't remember me, tell him I'm the guy that was shipwrecked with him on Sloat Boulevard one Saturday.

Tell the Ferrario, Rethers, Arab, Argenti Combination I cry for them. Your prayers are helping me, so please remember me in them often.

As Ever FRED J. MORAN. 3n Srlgtmn

ILVERM tKe skies were yesteryear,

Silvern brigkt and gay ;

Birds in tKe hedgerows were singing clear,

Singing their lives away.

Somber the skies and gone their sheen,

Hearts are numb with pain ; Helpless piping from hedgerows green

Of fledgelings whose mothers lie slain. W. KEVIN CASEY

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We hope this greeting cold print having stolen from our word Everyone of ours does not sound of greeting all the brightness we wished "Hello" inane or matter of fact. it to convey. Consider, however, that You know, when one greets a friend, it is some five months since last we of he shakes his hand, smiles all over, and the Redwood said 'Hello" to you; con- registers pleasure by his general man- sider that a greeting attains gladness ner. One of the limitations of writing in direct proportion to the preceding is that it does not communicate expres- period of separation; and then try to sion; black and white are no more dif- imagine the joy that fills us ; try to ferent than are the spoken and the listen for the echoes trailing after our written word. "Hello"—echoes of delight and happi- And so we feel robbed; the monster ness. 43 ;

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That this war has prov- and associations about which a year or The U. W. W. en itself a melting pot, so ago we knew little and cared less. a crucible, no right In the course of the war there came thinking person will deny. Both races up the Red Cross and Liberty Loan and individuals have been melted down drives—all of which were in record in it; some for the better, others for time oversubscribed. Now at the close the worse. The acid of hate has dis- of the war arises a crying need. There figured some peoples, has set them in are millions of our men in Europe with their Bolsheviki movements, brother the purpose that brought them there against brother. Other nations have gone. They came to vanquish Autoc- been transfigured by the great alchemy racy, and they did so ; they came to of love. fight, and fight they surely did; now "We can never realize how fortunate they are in a more or less inactive state we of America are in finding ourselves —lacking the excitement on which in the latter class. The fact alone that they were fed. this war of ours has raised sweet The need that has arisen is the need Charity from the dungeon in which she of entertainment, of warmth, comfort has long languished, surely recom- and cheerfulness ; of that home atmos- penses us for all the blood and tears phere for which they are sick with we have shed. longing. The United War Work drive, It may be only Christmas boxes or now nearly over, undertook to satisfy sweaters for men overseas, it may be a that need; we are happy to say that Liberty Loan or a Red Cross dona- already the country's quota is over- tion;—whatever it is we find it given subscribed; we are proud to say that by the people of America, gladly and undergraduate America has lent its freely; given, too, without the elabor- shoulder to the golden wheel, that each ate bazaars, dances and card-parties of us has helped with our various mites that marked all pre-war charity. to bring smiles to the countenances of If we were permitted to digress, we our brothers overseas. could say that this latter fact, of giv- ing without any thought of receiving returns either in the money or the On behalf of the Stu- Our Change in pleasure line, typifies the great change dent Body, we wish here President that has crept over our national spirit. to extend a most hearty We find ourselves giving with joyous welcome to our new President, the hearts to anything which will help our Rev. T. L. Murphy, S. J. In mind of cause or our men backing that cause the memorable Retreat he gave us; in and Ave give, moreover, till it hurts. mind, too, of his wonderful record else- We find ourselves giving to societies where, we feel certain that we are in- THE REDWOOD 45

deed favored in having such a man take We have dreams of lines of white up the work just relinquished by his facades, great arches, artistic porti-

esteemed predecessor, Rev. Fr. Thorn coes ; of a modern athletic field ; of ton. thousands in place of hundreds of eager We are somewhat given to dreaming, students flocking to the "oldest and and this is the dream that has long youngest" of California's universities, bound us—a new and greater Santa there to learn the sciences and the arts.

Clara, with stately buildings, imposing It costs nothing to dream ; but some-

halls and picturesque grounds ; a Uni- how we feel, and always we hope, that versity full-fledged, rising like a but- perhaps in the not distant future, this terfly from its present chrysalis, if hon- bright dream of ours shall at last come orable, state. true.

TO THE ALUMNI:

If your eye has reached this page in a copy of the Redwood not your own, kindly observe the following directions: close the book at once and try to recall where you left that subscription blank mailed you recently by the Staff. Then have your second or third assistant secretary fill in all the spaces, and enclose the subscription price, or,

if you prefer, the subscription price minus price of number missed. This will satisfy us that you still are what you doubtless like us to keep on calling you: a hearty and loyal "old fellow" of Santa Clara. If you are reading this in your own copy, we'll tell you what to do. Think up a scheme for having it come into the hands of as many Old

Boys as you can reach, and kinda dog-ear this page so they won't fail to see it. By helping us round up conscious or unintentional slackers you will prove yourself twice as good as we always knew you to be. Friends like yourself are indispensable for the Redwood, which is a Student Publication, unendowed.—ED. Mniupraity Notes

On schedule time to Nine o'clock Tuesday

Return the minute, the stu- S. A. T. C. morning, October 1, dents of Santa Clara 1918, marked the begin- left the realms of vacation, "those ning of a great epoch in the history of peaceful days of dreams and gambols", American Education. It was precisely to come back to their place of study, so at that moment that every University distasteful at times, yet so enchanting. and College in the United States was But they did not find things in their changed from the old easy-going insti- usual condition. The campus, the stu- tution of scholarly pursuits to one of dies, the recreations had been greatly military snap and vigor. It was then changed. "No more Latin and no that the young men of this country, in more Greek" was the pleasant remark accordance with the summons of their that greeted one on all sides. This President, discarded the loose fitting hour was to be taken up with drill, garb of civilian life to don that of the that with military lecture, a third with soldier. Some of them had to make War Aims, and so on through the day great sacrifices, giving up all hopes until you were to be left very little and desires for a degree or of engaging time to yourself. in professional life. But they were But why spend time describing the glad of the opportunity offered, seiz- S. A. T. C, when we really intended ing it with willing and eager hearts. It just to say "hello," and to wish all a was such men as these that the United hearty welcome. The University notes States depended upon to win the War, will not be quite the same as usual this and it was in such men that the moth- year owing to the fact that the old cam- ers and aged fathers and the children pus activities, the Senate, the House, of this great country were placing their and the many other student body af- confidence. fairs are extinct, at least for the pres- And so here at Santa Clara, it was an ent. Old John Mars has certainly eventful and memorable day. Drawn turned things upside down here at up in Battalion formation before the Santa Clara and the old place seems reviewing stand, the students beamed quite a stranger. with joy as they raised their right

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hands to take the impressive oath of al- "The Good Ship, Cun- legiance to the Stars and Stripes and Barracks ningham"—as it was their chests swelled with great pride in wont to be called has the thought that they were Americans. discarded its ancient cognomen and After the ceremonies were finished, taken on a new handle, namely, "mili- the Cadets marched away with the en- tary barracks". What a world of dif- couragement, the good wishes, and the ference this signifies. Never again trust of such men as Colonel J. L. Don- shall the stooped and humble form of ovan, their commanding officer, Rev. Galli bend over our beds or push the Walter F. Thornton, their president, broom up and down the narrow aisles. and the Hon. James P. Sex, their ar- Never again shall the good Padres dent friend and admirer. stalk up and down after lights are out, or summon you so sweetly in the cold grey dawn of November or December. Commanded again this Military It is the ever alert "N. C. 0." and the year by Captain J. L. Faculty proud and haughty "O. D." with his Donovan, Santa Clara's "Mexican toad-stabber" who will tell S. A. T. C. gives good promise of out- you to "key down on the comedy" or doing the great record made by last to "roll over, you're on your back." year's R. 0. T. C. In addition to our Sometimes, however, these custodians commander, the personel of the Mil- of the peace slip up as of old and then itary Faculty is as follows the fun commences. Far be it from us Lieutenant Howard L. Smith, Drill- to attempt to give you even a passing master and Corps Quartermaster. knowledge of life in the barracks, but Lieutenant Edward A. Adams, com- with a few timely examples which we manding Companies A and B and Corps will attempt to portray and the free Ordnance Officer. use of your wildest imagination, you Lieutenant Martin S. Mitau, com- may, dear reader, form a meager con- manding Companies C and D. ception of a soldier's "boudoir." Lieutenant Frederick L. Menden- For example, we have with us quite hall, personnel Adjutant. a number of song birds, and one in par- Lieutenant B. Joseph Fiegenbaum, ticular, Raymond Casey, who has ap- Musketry Instructor and Corps Adju- parently been relieved of a "Gee tant. String." Anyway, Ray insists from Santa Clara is indeed fortunate to impossible inter- have such men as these guiding the des- dawn to dark upon an tinies of her military career. We heart- pretation of "Over There". George M. ily welcome them to our big family would pull his hair out if he could only and hope that they will find their stay hear. Yes, Mr. Casey, along with a few a most pleasant one. others, takes great delight in "singing 48 THE REDWOOD

his life away", as the poet said, and be- ing a deep breath, exclaims: "Gee, if lieve me, he is quite near the end of those walls could only speak of the his song, or life, or something. happy days of old, what a host of en- But it is the "curbstone comedy" chanting tales they would unfold!" artist and the roving owl who insists But it is not for them to speak, so we upon prowling around late at night must find ourselves content to sit (perhaps he is used to it), who are the about the round table when this dreary real "goat-grabbers." The best part war is won and recall in our meager of it is these individuals never "peep" way, with Harry, Dick, or Frank, what until the lights are out, the time for all memory will retain, of the good old sane soldiers to be asleep. Take a tip times gone by. from the wise, ye foolish ones, and re- form your ways. Then comes the thoughtless wonder who refuses to re- During the past month, move his shoes when entering the bar- Condolence that awful month of the racks late Saturday night, after he has Spanish Influenza, spent a most pleasant time out larking which has stripped this country of its or sparking. Then again on Sunday youth as no other plague has ever morning, which is to be spent either done, we too lost some of our near and in prayer or sleep and not in the dis- dear ones. turbance of others, this same individ- It was only a short time ago that we ual will invariably beat the chickens were accustomed to hear the laugh- up. ing voices and to see the smiling faces With all, our life is one of passing of Clement Schuh and Lyle Butts. But trials and many joys. Even if the bug- Almighty God, our Common Father, ler does resemble Von Hindenburg, Who in His Infinite Wisdom and Jus- especially at Reveille, and even though tice disposes of all things for the best, the fellow next to us gets a bit too though in ways inconceivable to our frisky at times, still we "carry on" human intellects, saw fit to call these smiling and joking as if nothing had two from our midst and lead them into happened. If it were not for these life everlasting. And so the students of trials of the past and dreams of the Santa Clara have been thrown into future our life might grow too flat, too grief over the loss of these admired uneventful. And so, in our idle mo- companions, but will carry always with ments while lounging around the cam- them the fondest memories, and hope- pus we often recall the pleasant inci- ful prayers as well, that they may en- dents of the weeks gone by, and after joy the everlasting bliss of Heaven, our memories have been exhausted, lis- promised by Our Lord. May they rest ten as some one settles back, and draw- in peace. '

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Just as the mysterious ably assisted by his domestic, Joe, has

' ' Influenza ' Patagonian Gadumph been quite busy of late, in fact so busy of a few years ago, com- that the canaries have not eaten for two pletely baffled the medical knowledge weeks. However, after much fretting of our genial Dr. Antonio, so, another and sweating, the like of which he has black malady has crept into our midst never known, he now comes forth with and is waging a cruel warfare against the royal boast that he has finally con- which our general knows no defence. quered the Black Latin Demon. This time, however, Spain, and not Patagonia (although, with apologies to D. D., we fail to recognize any distinc- ' ' Want some cheelay, tion between the two, is the nigger in Co-Op Store keedo?" And immedi- the wood-pile. ately the nickles began Some time ago one of our dark-eyed to roll into the Co-Op store's coffers. friends from across the sea, wished up- And why? For no other reason than on the human race one of those useless that Dumpy Diaz de Castro is the au- but harmful delicacies for which they thor of that magnetic saying. are so noted. Since then this delicacy, When Father Edward Whelan, S. J., or better, demon, has been gradually was informed that he would be Moder- exacting its awful toll, and, like the ator of the Store this year he at once Kaiser, is forever plotting against the looked around for a manager, and his welfare of mankind. However, we are search did not get past the short stub- sorry to say, it is acting its part with by figure of Don Carlos. The latter is far more success than does the Imperi- small, but—Oh—My. Ably assisted by alistic Joke. Bill Desmond and John Chase, with The Spanish Fluey (so-called because "Brother" Lipman and Little Sully on it carries with it that identical feeling) the pool tables, Father Whelan and Mr. is not so bold as "His Excellency" and Diaz give good promise of sending the not so crazy either, being content to Co-Op over the top with a bang. choose its victims one by one, first hit- Then too, in the Book Store, we have ting them a dazing blow between the "Phat One" Ferrario bellowing, coax- eyes or on the "Adam's apple"; then ing, commanding and enticing the knocking the pins out from under meek ones of the campus in such a them, and laying its victims flat on their backs. The Fluey never misses, manner that they never fail to buy the as the man said. Even here at Santa highest priced material, even things Clara, our friend from Spain could not they do not need. "Very good," say be stopped. And so Good Dr. Anthony, the financial experts, and so may it be. 50 THE REDWOOD

On Saturday afternoon, ever, other universities seemed to agree Business or October 19, Rev. Wm. unanimously that they should be repre- Pleasure ? M. Boland, S. J., accom- sented by their fair young Co-eds (with panied by Messrs. Gerald Desmond, some not so young sprinkled in) and Brian Gagan, Demetrio Diaz, Kevin hence little was accomplished towards Casey and Norbert Korte, attended the the main purpose, most of the time be- meeting of the United War Work Cam- ing spent in recalling old tales of what paign Committee at the Greek Theatre, happened "over there" or recounting Berkeley. The purpose of the meeting, how many socks had been knitted for which consisted of delegations from all the poor soldiers. We will say nothing the Pacific Coast Universities, was to of the embarrassment of the mere men discuss the ways and means of raising folk present, leaving that to the read- the students' quota of $175,000,000 for er's own fertile imagination. the United War Work Charities. How- Norbert Korte. • ;&Li.iE >. orgs

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It is most pleasing to see the ertheless a great shock to a host of '86 "old boys" pay a visit to true friends. Santa Clara to view again the scenes of their college days, and On the evening of July 25, have a chat with their quondam pro- '91 John J. Barrett delivered an fessors. It proves conclusively to the address to an assemblage of Student Body the truth of the old say- San Francisco Catholics that filled the ing, "Once a Santa Claran, always a Civic Auditorium. The meeting was Santa Claran." Only a few weeks ago, held under the auspices of the Catho- George Woolrich of the class of '86, lic Educational Association, which was dropped in to show that he has not for- at that time holding its annual conven- gotten his Alma Mater. Keep up the tion in Francisco. Mr. Barrett's good work, Mr. Woolrich, and come San speech wonderful specimen of the again. was a art of oratory, and reflected no small glory on his Alma Mater.

Caius T. Ryland, B. S. '87, '87 died on October 12, at the On Saturday morning, Sep- Franklin Hospital in San '04 tember 29, a solemn requiem Francisco. Mr. Ryland was mass was celebrated in the ever a staunch supporter of Santa student's chapel for the repose of the Clara and few were the Alumni Ban- soul of the late Lieut. John M. Regan, quets that found him absent from the who fell in action on the battlefield of festive board. The deceased was en- France. But a few days before the sad gaged as an architect in San Francisco news reached the University that Lieu- until a few years ago when failing tenant Regan had been killed in the health compelled him to retire. His battle of Fismes. The Rev. William death, although not a surprise, is nev- Boland, S. J., celebrated the mass,

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which was attended by the Student of the Knights of Columbus. Recent- Body, members of the Alumni Associa- ly the daily papers gave a detailed ac- tion, and a number of friends of the count of one of his exploits. "While deceased. While at Santa Clara Lieut. the Allied troops were advancing in a Regan was a leader in every branch of very active sector Merle conceived the student activity, winning the Nob.ili idea of supplying them with smokes medal, and graduating with the highest via an aeroplane. He immediately ex- honors, "maxima cum laude!" plained his plan to the Commanding Of-

During his days at college he won ficer, and secured the latter 's permis- the friendship and esteem of his class- sion to have an aviator fly over the ad- mates, who were greatly impressed by vancing columns with a cargo of cigar- his extraordinary character. Among ettes. Soon the tired soldiers were sur- them was James A. Bacigalupi, of San prised to find a shower of cigarettes Francisco, who delivered a most touch- falling upon them. As they hurried to ing eulogy of the dead hero following light up they gave a mighty cheer in the solemn requiem mass. order to show their appreciation. Good On the same day on which word ar- work Martin, you can't be blamed for rived of John's death, his mother re- not being original "We hope your next ceived a letter from him in which he stunt will be painting red S. C. 's on the said: lamp-posts of Berlin. "Pray for me that neither by cow- Rev. George Golden Fox, S. J., has ardice, nor lack of attention, nor bad received his commission as a First judgment, nor false courage may any Lieutenant in the Army, and has al- of my men be lost!" These words dis- ready taken up his duties as chaplain close the true character of the man at Port Townsend. Fr. Fox was for he was ever watchful for the safety and several years a member of the faculty, welfare of his men. May the Good and was a general favorite among the God reward him for his noble sacrifice, boys. The Redwood congratulates him and may his life and especially his on his appointment, and wishes him all death be cherished as a model by the success in his new field Santa Clara men who are serving in the cause of democracy. Dimetrio Harkins, star of the '13 Varsity football team of 1912 Martin Merle, famous in his is in charge of a hospital in '05 college days as a leader in Bordeaux, France. amateur dramatics, and well Ervin Best, who was selected by known later as a literary man of no Capt. Donovan, Commanding Officer small ability, has been helping the at Santa Clara, to attend the Fourth Sammies along to Berlin in the service Officers Training Camp, was successful THE REDWOOD S3

in securing a commission, and is now a by many of the boys on the campus, full fledged lieutenant in the Artil- who extend to him their hearty con- lery. gratulations and felicitations. The many friends of Roy Emerson will be pleased to learn that Roy has A baby girl has recently ar- been promoted to the rank of Captain '15 rived to brighten the home of in the Engineering Corps. Too bad Mr. and Mrs. Orvis Speciale. you didn't have a chance to build a Only last year Orvis secured the cov- bridge across the Rhine, Roy. eted degree of Juris Doctor. The Red- Joseph Herlihy is wintering back at wood congratulates Mr. and Mrs. Spe- Camp Zachary Taylor, Kentucky. Joe ciale on the advent of the little one. returned to Santa Clara for about a The papers have informed us of the month in order to get his eye on the great work of the Allies in the sector ball, and then left for an Officers' around Metz, and now we have the rea- Training Camp. He may not get over son. Jim Fitzpatrick was on the firing there but at least he had the right idea. line there. Joseph Aurrecoechea (we didn't dare Jr., for- Captain Adolph B. Canelo, to pronounce it in public during the mer Editor of the Redwood, paid us an epidemic of influenza), has answered unexpected visit about six weeks ago. the call to arms, but in his case the Prance, Captain Canelo is fresh from bugler was little Dan Cupid. He slip- where he took part in many of this ped into Santa Clara very quietly on year's largest battles, and had many the morning of October 16, sought out interesting incidents to relate to the Fr. Boland, and the deed was done. Student Body. He is an excellent type The bride was Miss Catherine Fenner of American officer, and well deserves of Livermore. Congratulations to the the honors he has won on the fields of couple. But why didn't you give us a France. tip so that we coiild have been present at the big event? Pinkie Leonard, while on leave in A few months ago the papers Paris, has written to Fr. Whelan that '16 of the bay cities gave a full all is well with him. account of the nuptial cere- mony of Lieut. Gene Trabucco and Miss Douglass. The couple were married in William Dirvin Lotz has re- the chapel of the Dominican Convent '17 turned to Santa Clara in the in San Rafael, the home of the bride. role of Professor in the Col- Miss Douglass is the daughter of Mr. lege of Engineering. It is imperative Leon Douglass, well known inventor, of that the Engineering students have San Rafael. Trabucco is remembered competent instructors at the present 54 THE REDWOOD

time, and the selection of Lotz to teach ering that the ranks of the class were the Juniors how to measure a back sadly depleted during the year. yard seems to be a most happy one. Albert Quill, unable to get into the Ivor Wallis claims equal honors with army on account of physical disability,

Orvis Speciale, for a daughter has is studying law at Hasting 's College of made her appearance in his household Law in San Francisco. Quill was vale- also. dictorian of the class of '18 and should Tom Hickey, one of Santa Clara's make a name for himself in the ranks star athletes of former days, won a of the barristers. commission in the Fourth Officers' Training Camp. W. Bensberg and Clarence A few weeks ago Ted Ryan, not to be '18 Canelo, who were recom- left in the dust by the other young mended by Capt. Donovan to alumni, appeared at the Mission Church attend the Fourth Officers Training with Miss Margaret Kell of San Jose Camp, were commissioned as second and summoned the marrying padre, Pr. lieutenants at the close of the camp. Boland. The happy couple spent a quiet honey-moon in recovering from the influenza, which they contracted Chester Palmtag, star basket- soon after the eventful day. However, Ex '19 ball and track man while at they have entirely recovered now, and college has entered into the are receiving the congratulations of spirit of the day and has sacrificed all their friends. the joys of bachelorhood for the solid comfort of married life. The young lady in the case was, previous to the The class of 18 is certainly above mentioned event, Miss Ellen '18 well represented in the ranks White, sister of two Santa Clara grad- of Uncle Sam's fighting uates. Should anyone desire to dis- forces. Edward Nicholson, Dan Ryan, turb their connubial bliss they may be Rudy Scholz, and Charlie Murphy won found happily domiciled in Santa Ma- commissions as second lieutenants in ria. the Fourth Officers Training Camp at Roy Fowler and Alec Gardiner have Camp Fremont, and are now attached recently won commissions as ensigns to Infantry regiments. Ryan, Scholz in the Naval Reserve. and Murphy were on the way to France when last heard from. Lemuel Bolter is in an Officers Camp, and Brooke Howell, Niclas, Don, Selaya, Mohun is working hard for a commis- Ex '20 Volkers, and Ford, all of sion in the Machine Gun Corps at Camp whom entered the Fourth Hancock, Georgia. Not so bad consid- Officers Training Camp at Camp Fre- THE REDWOOD 55

mont, won commissions, and are now And what of last year's adorned with the coveted little gold Ex '21 Freshman class? Has it fur- bar. nished any followers of the Harold Flannery claims the same dis- flag? Well to begin with we have tinction. He secured a commission Brennan, Moran, Heafey, Fox, Brooke, while attending the S. A. T. C. and Leavey sporting gold bars on their Ditto for Jean Jaeger. Jaeger has shoulders. John Grace hasn't received as yet, he did his bit been stationed at the College of the Pa- a commission but chasing the Huns out of France. Louis cific, so we expect to see him frequent- Bergna is in the Hospital Corps of the ly. He has paid us several visits al- Navy. Walter Brown, Joe Fitzpatrick, ready and his military bearing has at- and Al Burford are in the Naval Re- tracted the attention of every man on serve down at San Pedro, and the campus. "Frenchy" Farmer is in the same Word comes from France that John branch back at Pelham Bay. O'Neil, front ranker on the Varsity These are but a few of the '21 men football team of 1916, is helping Jim in the service. Many others participat- Fitzpatrick chase the Germans back to ed in the final drive, but their present Berlin. Go get 'em John, and hit 'em location is unknown. low. Darrell Daly. "And one man in his time plays months had brought. Many were un- many parts." ique with their prodigious display of The 'Change Department has experi- the national colors, which from cover enced a change. Its illustrious, former to. cover appeared in a variegated, ar- Editor, playing his part as few others tistic arrangement. Invariably they could play it, has bidden adieu to these were war numbers, either wholly or in columns, that he might take the wheel part, and none we have found, had itself, as helmsman and guide our lit- failed to sing sonorously of the valour erary skiff through the sea of literary of their sons, now in the service. It is endeavor. But far be it from us to a spirit and devotion that we like to write a eulogy however worthy the see, this true and high regard for such cause; it is for us rather to read the self-sacrifice. We closed our eyes, works of others and having read, ren- much as would a youngster eagerly der praise where praise is due, or cen- reaching down into a grab-bag beam- sure when our judgment so demands. ing with the anticipation of drawing Yet should we prove too severe, be not forth something good. We too thrust too quick to frown but rather, "pardon a hand at random into the pile of ex- Monsieurs, " remembering that we too changes. What we drew forth proved are of that great human institution, fal- a gem, a literary gem. Perhaps in its lible man. While there may be faults preponderance of content it over- in others, perhaps there is a flaw or reached its smaller brethren and thus two in us even though we are going to encountered our grasp, nevertheless it do our level best. was the first to hand. Here we are starting out into a new year, a year that is teeming with a mil- itary regime country wide, and whose From San Rafael, "A Dominican Col heaving breast is throbbing with a spir- Sweep of hill and a Year Book it of war. And yet upon our return we stretch of sky, With found the 'Changemans desk heaped space for a soul to grow," comes The high with the magazines the summer Dominican College Year Book. What

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we liked about this book was its plain efforts to be held slightly in the back- integrity which from cover to cover ground. Yes, Georgetown yours was gave evidence of much care, much prep- purely a personal issue, that kind of aration and forethought to every arti- issue that is never popular with an Ex- cle it contained. There were stories change man. You take each Student, and essays in numbers, each permeated so to speak, by the arm and lead him by a clearness and forcefulness that can off to a quiet corner and there whis- come to one only when he thoroughly per into his ear kind admonishings and knows the subject of his discussion. things and events that interest him Evidences of much research work was alone. To the Exchange man such a clearly shown especially in these lat- colloquy has no import ; it affords noth- ter. The verse was very meritorious, ing to arouse his interest or praise. In particularly "A World Prayer." It a word it becomes immune from his was a fine war poem and a very fin- pen. There are however some person- ished effoirt, with a striving after the als essentials to every College Maga- Infinite and the struggle of Democracy zine, the Alumni Notes and University as its theme. Pervading this was an Notes for instance. But aside from abiding faith and trust in that cause these our vigorous condemnation lies m which has now become our cause. An- the fact that a University Publication other attractive part of the publica- as large as the Journal is, whose "pur- tion seemed to lie in the pictures pose is to aid the students' literary im- made the more pleasing by the pithy provement" should devote such a small little lines of verse inscribed under space to its students' literary efforts. each. As a whole there was a variety But it was not all thus, for the ode, and freshness about the book that was "The Flag of the Stars" was a grand most gratifying, and we wish to take poetic offering, a glowing tribute to this opportunity of congratulating the the men in the service

is truly the collaborators, for theirs ' ! ' Star of the Evening —what ten- fruit of much work which has merged der itself into a really finished product. And lovely emotions awake At the thought of the service they

I think it was the Edi- render, Georgetown tor himself who wrote, Our soldiers, for Liberty's sake!" Col. Journal that the purpose of the and again: Journal was to chronicle the news of "For they speak in their splendorous the University. And it is just in that burning from the where the fault lies. For to us, a com- Of the chivalry caught pliance with the above causes literary skies, : : —

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Where Michael and Gahriel yearn- ocre. "The Mediaeval Guilds", a very ing erudite work, evidences much research Look down in their rapturous and a complete mastery of the subject, eyes." on the part of the author. Fordham your editorials struck an appreciative note within us. They were sprightly Next to hand was The and entertaining. The Fordham Fordham Monthly, Monthly which travels across the the The Holy Cross Purple continent from somewhere in Holy Cross was 1 first, Empire State, "Until Reveille" really tj i a war number, PUr Ie P A ^ ± X deserved to be reprinted, with its stu- and last. A war num- in pendous compelling power, its infinite ber make-up—for from cover to spaces that the author ever encounters cover it was replete with pictures, pic- in his superb effort. Listen to this tures of officers and war scenes, and each one surrounded by a red, white "In the realms of the Infinite Silence, and blue chord in becoming design in the kingdom of Utter Space, and a war number in its content. Of There stands the host of the wraith verse there was a gratifying amount, and ghost, each in his rank and all graceful and plaintive and very place, melodious Who wait till Doom shall call them to hell or the Heavenly Face." "Ring down the dusk and let its fold o 'erspread The swing of the verse is easy and The hills of France. Oh set the pleasing as is that in all the other lit- sombre night tle offerings. In this issue the prose is exceptionally good. "Having Eyes, With funeral tapers, gleaming silver They See Not," and "What Journalism white unbroken ranks of sleeping Has Done for New York," are very log- Above ical and forcefully developed in a style dead." that is both lucid and close-knit. Just one small example of its worth, "Water-Cress" had lots of action, the that our space will permit. "Still in prime requisite for a good short story. the Game," was a prose offering, a Especially in the beginning was this ev- story appealingly human, as was also

' ' iident; however the author lapsed, to- ' A Pipe '. And both were well worked ward the conclusion, into that mood of up. However we cannot exactly see philosophizing where one begins to how Jean in "Jean of the Escadrille" look for a moral, and none is given. But could have recognized a former Musi- the redeeming feature was the diction cian whom he admired in peace times, and style. Both were far above medi- especially, since the recognition came THE REDWOOD 59

when he was engaging in combat with ceipt of the following Exchanges: him in the ethereal blue. Otherwise "The Boston College Stylus"; "Loyola the story was of much worth. The au- College Annual';; "Gonzaga"; "Mar- thor of "The Coward" in using the quette University Journal';; "The Ig- first person in his narration assures natian"; "The Mountaineer;" "The his story of an immediate success. Springhillian"; "The Viatorian"; Holy Cross you have indeed a splendid "The Borromean"; "The Martian"; number. "The Tattler" and "Reveille". We gratefully acknowledge the re- Henry C. Veit. RUGBY. war-time conspiring to put the old ki-

Notwithstanding the great set- bosh on our ardor for strenuous train- back experienced by all forms of ing. Just to show what a really punk athletics throughout the whole country, athletic season looks like, the "Flu" the Student Body of Santa Clara began blew in from my home town, Barcelona this school-year with high hopes of and way-stations, the "Preps" beat a avenging the unexpected reverse our hasty retreat homewards, the Campus Rugby team suffered last year in the was placed under Quarantine, more "Big Game" with Stanford. than half the fellows caught the epi- From the very start, a good-sized demic, and meantime the grass grew so bunch of likely material turned out tall on the football field that Bob Coward's sheep wondered at all the each evening for practice ; and though Uncle Sam had lured away most of the holler about the high cost of eating. veterans of the last two seasons, it But as we write, things are begin- seemed an assured prospect that we ning to look up. Manager Brian Ga- were in for a fairly big year. Then gan announces that the great question came the new order of things inaugu- which has been worrying every football rated with the S. A. T. C. :—the boys follower at Santa Clara is to be an- all in from toting around their big swered in the affirmative. Yes, we are Russian blunderbusses, sassy officers going to play Stanford in a "Big telling them when they might come and Game". Of course war conditions will go, and all kinds of study-periods using not allow a game that will be "big" up good grey matter needed on the turf, for us from a financial standpoint. and a million other little reminders of The gate receipts of the third and all- 60 *=3

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important game to lie played Some- such speed-burners as Bedolla, Chase, where in San Francisco on December Judge, Pipes, Becker, Larrey, Volk- 7th, will go to swell the bundle of the mer, Conneally, Coman, McCoy, and United War Workers. There are to be Hughes should develop a combination two preliminary contests before the that will easily come up to last year's date just mentioned ; one on the Car- standard and perhaps surpass it. The dinal campus and the other on our lo- coaching is being done by Captain cal turf. If it should come to pass that "Moose" Korte, whose admitted each college walks off with one of these knowledge of the game, with a few early games, Oh, Boy ! be sure to keep timely hints here and there from last posted on the date and place of the year's veterans will, without doubt, third. But keep posted in any event, produce a bunch of nifty Ruggers, in for the Stanford-Santa Clara sessions every way worthy of the Student during the past few seasons, while lack- Body's support. ing some of the minor frills of other The Campus is happy to hear that "Big Games" have more than satisfied Caesar Manelli may soon be given a those who hold the regular sportsman's transfer from the Navy to the S. A. T. view that "the game's the thing." C. Manelli 's return to school at this In addition to the Stanford series, time would mean a great deal to our the team will meet St. Ignatius Varsity football squad, as Caesar was consid- in a number of games already sched- ered by critics last season to be one of uled. It is not unlikely that the Col- the strongest forwards on the Coast. lege of the Pacific as well as the Olym- Apart from the practice scrimmages, pic Club will come through with a bit the nearest thing to a game so far this more in the way of welcome competi- year was the tussle with Polytechnic tion, so that, all things considered, our High of San Francisco, in which S. C. football season, like the past year for used a medley of Freshmen and Preps the Allies, is going to end a whole lot and emerged on the long end of a better than it began. Now for the per- score in the neighborhood of 30 to 5. sonel of this year's Varsity. Captain Korte, Ferrario and Kerchkoff are the veterans in the scrum. Around them THE PREPS. a good forward division can be welded Up to date, the Preps have played together from the promising material a tie game (3 to 3) with Livermore

' ' found among the former ' Scrubs ' and High, and have shut out Centerville the new men: Buty, Schutz, "Long High in two games—30 to and 35-0. Tom" Whelan, Noll, Teague, Lennon, The ambitious Midgets have one vic- L. O'Connell, Kaney, Donlon. In the tory to their credit, having defeated backfield Diaz is the only veteran ; but the Second Team of Lowell High by a 52 THE REDWOOD

score of 11 to 0. Lowell might have of the evening was the Titanic struggle given the youngsters a closer argument between "Long Tom" Whelan and had a couple of their stars crabbed a "Fat" Ferrario. As Tom had nearly little less at their team-mates and re- all the reach and "Fat" nearly every- fused to believe that somebody was try- thing within reach, it looked about 100 ing to rob them. to for the former ; but so keen was the boxing knowledge displayed by both and so evenly were they matched BOXING. that it was impossible for the judges At the suggestion of the Moderator to "reach" a decision. Other partici- of Athletics, a boxing tourney took pants in the tournament were Lennon, place in the Gym on October 12, ac- Becker, Gloster, Wagner. Indecum, companied by the season's first display Abrahamson, Hyland, Conneally, Far- of College Pep. All the matches were rell, Guthrie, Greco, Kranzthor and very interesting, to say the least, and Grace. won the approval of a large assembly As a fitting close to the evening's of enthusiasts. Among those present entertainment, an eloquent discourse was Lieut. Adams, who had consented on Limburger Cheese was delivered by to act as one of the judges for the Ray Casey, "the Campus Songster". awarding of prizes. The feature scrap Dimetrio Diaz. CONTENTS

AN ANSWER (Verse) Henry C. Veit 63

REMEMBERED Frank Maloney 64

TO CHANGE OR NOT TO CHANGE John Hilles 68

BY ACCIDENT Henry C. Veit 70

FOCH G. William deKoch 80

THE COMFORTER (Verse) Frank Maloney 84

EDITORIAL 85

UNIVERSITY NOTES 89

ALUMNI 94

EXCHANGES 99

ATHLETICS 102 MIDGET BASKETBALL TEAM

PREP" BASKETBALL TEAM !

Entered Dec. 18, 1902, at Santa Clara, Cal., as second-class matter, under Act of Congress of March 3, 1*79

VOL. XVIII SANTA CLARA, CAL., FEBRUARY, 1919 NO. 2

Att AttHuter

November n, 10,18

LEEP on, ye brave, who lie

In Flander's fields, unknown !

The Torch ye bore now lights the sky !

The Seed ye set has grown !

Dream not of broken word !

Our faith is plighted still :

Hushed are the guns, and clearly heard

The larks' ecstatic trill

Sleep on in peace, ye brave,

Mid poppies waving free !

Wake not till o'er your honored grave

Sounds the last Reveille !

HENRY C. VEIT :

Remembered

Frank Maloney.

BILE living up to the slogan giant fortresses, which for ages have "See America First" I came defied tempests and floods, tiny bushes across some very interesting grew in the crevices, endeavoring to news, which the world at outclimb their brothers and sisters, in large seldom hears of, or if a vain attempt to cover up the naked-

it hears, it is in a very gen- ness which nature had neglected. Va- eral manner without any interest what- rious little songsters twittered among soever. My excursion took me into the them, making everything reflect their very heart of the Adirondacks where happiness. silence reigns supreme, to be broken As we sauntered down the track, our only by the moans and groans of the eyes and thoughts centered upon the giant trees, those pillars of the sky, everchanging vision, we happened to when the wind dances among them. come across a little tombstone, above I had been wandering in this won- which the trees sighed and the birds derland of nature for several days with sang a wistful song. I stopped rather a guide, George Le Blanc, who made suddenly, surprised by such an unusual everything doubly interesting by relat- sight in such a place, and asked my ing little anecdotes about the different guide what it was. places we came across in our travels. "That," he replied, "is the grave of In some manner, which I am unable to my dearest friend who lost his life here explain, we happened to come upon the about four years ago. Won't you come tracks of the Great "Western Railroad and read the inscription, then I'll tell at Madison Curve, the scene of many you about it." accidents. I came closer and was able to read It seemed to me, as I gazed enrap- on the marble slab tured upon the landscape, that Mother Sacred to the memory of Nature had beezi very generous in be- James Campbell, stowing her gifts upon this place. Who was killed here Sept. 10th, 1914. Walls of rock rose abruptly from a lit- Aged twenty-one years. tle ravine, down which a small creek "There lie the ruins of one of the plunged and tumbled in a carefree noblest men that ever trod the face of manner. Here and there upon these the earth. He was the sole support of

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his sister and— " George was so filled started; but on account of the pitchy with emotion that he could not con- darkness of that hole in the earth, we tinue. failed to notice our speed, which, as we "I hope you'll excuse me, but I afterwards learned, was very great. couldn't help it. He was a dear friend "When we finally came into the and I felt his loss keenly. "We were on sunlight, we realized to our horror we the same train crew together. It was were travelling at a rate of forty miles in this way that I came to know him an hour and going faster every min- and I prized his friendship highly. ute." "He was a peculiar fellow, in fact, " 'Wonder what's the matter,' mut- one who didn't know him would think tered the conductor through clenched he was very cold. But once you knew teeth. 'Something's happened for sure. him, he opened his heart and confided Hope Bill', who was the engineer, 'can his innermost feelings to you. He told get her under control. If he can't it's me, as friend to friend, he and his sister good night for him and the cars. Should were driven from home by his tyranni- the worst come, we can uncouple the cal uncle. caboose and save ourselves.' "Well, this isn't telling you how he "All this time we were being pitched came to lie here in this lonely spot. He and tossed about, so that it was well was fireman and I was brakeman, so nigh impossible to stand up. Finally, you see the story I will tell you will be I got into the little tower above the what I witnessed with my own eyes. caboose and looked toward the engine, "On the fateful morning we were or- which could be easily seen, as the track dered to take a train of fifty cars, all was straight ; now that I was above the of them loaded to full capacity, over cab, I could see right into it. the grade to Silvertown. See that tun- "Both Jim and Bill were vainly us-

' nel up there, ' he said, pointing to Wal- ing all the brakes in an endeavor to at singham Tunnel, "well that's just halt this wild, deadly force. As a last the top, at least the middle of it is. resort, they threw over the reverse and "In order to get up there, two other opened the throttle. But there was no engines were pressed into service, one use ; the momentum already gained was at the middle and the other at the end too great. Nothing but a miracle would of the train. It was the former that stop us. The speed by this time was was indirectly the cause of the accident. terrific cars swayed to and fro, rock- After much puffing, pushing, and pull- — ing and careening madly. Trees flash- ing, we reached our goal, that is, the destination of the auxiliaries. ed by in one green blur. We shot "They were uncoupled and the train through the town of W with the remade. The signal was given and we roar of an avalanche. I caught a :

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glimpse of a few white faces on the sta- wish. Then I lost sight of him as we tion platform. rounded a slight curve. The engine "Clambering down again from my and first three cars leaped into space, precarious position, I asked my part- seemed to hang there a moment and ner whether he had connected the air then crashed into the gorge a hundred hoses at the middle of the train where feet below. The third one was filled the engine had been." with flour and it fell on top of the loco- "'Why no!' he answered. 'Didn't motive. The flames from the firebox you do it? I thought you did it when reached and exploded it. By the time you were there, so I didn't even look.' this conflagration was put out nothing "His face blanched—and I guess remained but a few charred bones, mine did too—as he realized the disas- which we identified as Jim's by the ter he had caused by leaving what he peculiar buttons we found among them. should have done to someone else. "There's one thing that accident did "With difficulty I climbed to my for- for me, though; it made me realize mer position, and a scene which I never there is a God above us, to Whom we want to witness again, met my eyes. are responsible for every word, deed, Jim, his jumper flying in the wind, was and action. When I saw Jim on that crawling along the top of a swaying car at the last minute, on his knees boxcar. A mile and a half away was praying to Him, an indelible memory the curve we are now standing on. was imprinted on my mind, and my "Realizing we were doomed to the only regret is I didn't reform while he same fate as Jim and Bill, we scram- was alive, because I know it would bled through the caboose and proceed- have made him happy. ed to uncouple it from the death train. "Now, don't you think I have good It was a precarious position to be in, cause to be gray-headed, after witness- down between two cars which were lia- ing such a scene?" He took his hat ble to jump the track, but it was a case off and nearly every hair in his head of life or death. was snowy white. "But to add to this "After we had accomplished the im- it was my duty to bring the sad news to possible, by suceeding with the hand his sister. I broke it to her as easily brakes, we breathed a sigh of relief. I as I could. A look of horror came scrambled back to my perch, and what over her face as I told her, and tears I saw from there was enough to make welled up in her blue eyes. A stifled anyone's hair turn gray. The curve sob shook her frail body, as she said was nearly reached and the figure on simply the car had almost got to the end of it. "I'm glad he died like a hero. I al-

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At the same time big round tears recalled some lines of P. Ryan, the were flowing down Le Blanc's swarthy poet-priest of the south : cheeks and he turned round to wipe "A grave in the woods with the grass them away. The green pine trees o 'er-grown, seemed to feel his sorrow, for they be- A grave in the heart of his sister; gan to moan and groan, and weep into His clay in the one lies lifeless and each other's arms. Old Sol, also, knew lone, the solemnity of the occasion, for his There is not a name, there is not a last beams were now cast upon the lit- stone, tle marble slab, throwing into bold re- And only the voice of the wind mak- lief the epitaph which was in gold let- eth moan ters, as a proof of the esteem in which O'er the grave where never a flower his friends had held him. is strewn; Pondering on the sad, sweet story, I But his memory lives in the other." ;

To Change or Not to Change

John Hiller.

ITH all the Win the War slo- sesses all the fine sporting qualities of gans gracing the waste bas- the American game and a few of its ket, we can return to status own besides? quo ante conditions and re- "Tut, tut,—idle whiffs of smoke," vive some of our old argu- replies the sporting-goods magnate ments for argument's sake. and in a moment of meanness we are One of the most persistent of these is inclined to interpret his contribution as the contention between American In- follows : "It's a fair enough sort of tercollegiate and Rugby Football. We game and all that, but the equipment do not hope to settle the controversy, for the American game is more expens- but we are spoiling to have our little ive. Therefore let us be 100 per cent say. patriotic Americans." The pros and cons of this question we And so we find our largest univer- have heard from sporting writers, sity torn between the prospects of lar- managers of athletics, college presi- ger gate receipts, coupled with strong dents, professors, distinguished alumni, competition on the one hand, and pos- undergrads and in fact from nearly ev- sibly smaller receipts, equally strong eryone who has ever seen a game of competition and a better, sportier game football, and from some—to judge by on the other. It is true, the problem is their statements—who have never. We complicated by other factors. There is have seen the merits of this game and the uncompromising attitude born of of that placed side by side in the sun. bitter controversies in the past. There We have watched great universities is the fact that the university which drop one form and adopt the other. switched from Rugby has prospered We have argued, threatened and plead- financially and as a contender for ath- ed. And at the end of it all, we find a letic honors, though the latter point lurking suspicion that the strongest ar- seems to be disputed by those who hint gument is the pecuniary one. that one reason for dropping the Eng- What though Rugby is the better de- lish game was that victory had ceased veloper of individual initiative and re- to come. Facts are stubborn things and sourcefulness? What though it is the the change was made at a time when better game from the spectators' view- facts did not disprove the assertions of point? In a word, what though it pos- embittered rivals.

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To change or not to change,—that is should be done to death by the purse. the question. We, who have seen the That old King Rugby lies a-dying, All Blacks in action on our turf, and there can be no manner of doubt. who have achieved some little name Should he fail to rally, we shall deem ourselves in Rugby, cannot but feel a it an honor to be chosen chief mourn- pang of grief that so great a game ers. :

By Accident

Henry C. Veit.

ARREN MORELAND found For I'm due there to-morrow himself deeply absorbed in "With thirty days of leave thought, ruminating on the Nor naught of care or sorrow

past few months , crowded To make me worry or grieve. with such a whirlwind of Hastily he searched his pockets, im- events. At any rate it might patient for pencil and paper and wrote have so appeared. The serene posture it down. Toward the end he could of his lithe and slender uniformed body, easily see himself become galled as the the way his light curly haired head thought of his easy susceptibility to em- rested on the velvet back of his pull- barassment confronted him. Especial- man chair, the fixed concentration of ly since a girl was at the root of it all. his light blue eyes, that far away stare And girls—well he had always avoid- one's eyes seem to possess when re- ed them, in fact he had never known a minded of incidents past, these to any sweetheart. observer would convey just that im- Alone in the world, he had taken up pression. the side of the Allies, for his mother The Limited swayed and rumbled as had a branch of French in her family it bowled over the country. Moreland tree. It was not however that fact so found a deep pleasure in its rhythm much as the pure principle involved that was not unlike some soothing mel- that spurred him on and landed him in ody, a lullaby made just for his France, one among the first of a mighty thoughts, which latter he gave expres- force of defenders. On his own and in sion to in the ecstatic way the blue cir- the presence of his sex, Moreland was cles of smoke came from his pipe. The a picture of confidence, sure, determ- rhythm of the wheels and the gather- ined and cool-headed, yet the moment ing purplish twilight in the distant hills a gentler being of the other sex hap- were an incentive to reminiscence. pened to cross his path the old inher- All at once lines came tumbling ent embarassment would possess him through his brain—a splendid expres- and for the moment he would be lost. sion of the spirit that bubbled within Perhaps this weakness was not inher- him, the jogging of the train beating ent, yet he could not remember a time out the metre when it did not grip him tensely.

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But he had lately felt a change, for the entrance of the dark porter through the war had made him adventurous. the further door of the Pullman. "Over there" when his regiment lay- "Oh, Sam!" said Warren as his eye inactive for months, save for daily caught sight of the approaching negro drills, awaiting the word to take his with lighted taper in his hand almost place in the front line trenches, he had floundering upon a rather corpulent had just this sort of uneasiness which and irritable old man directly in front now permeated him. It was much like of him. "Sam, when are we due in that enthralling expectancy a little fel- Lakeside?" low experiences on Christmas Eve, "Ah, expects boss," answered the dreaming and wondering what the mor- porter, "if dat fool engineer don' reck row is to show him. For there is no us, we'll land dar long bout 'morrow tension like waiting for expected good noon." happenings. No matter how certain the Had not advancing twilight made a thing is there is sure to be lurking in rather uncertain dimness of everything, the background a sense of uneasiness, a glow might have been seen passing a feeling that the good luck is unreal over Moreland 's face. and that something will hapen to spoil A moment's silence as he watched it. Not that his old failing was the Sam at the lights and then again to cause but rather that his newly ac- his thoughts. quired adventurous spirits might fail "Barbara Billington," he intoned, him. "quite a mouthful, still the personality Moreland always thought himself you can impart in your letters more apathetic and stoic by nature, yet a than makes up for such a full name. mere advertisement in a paper that he Barbara—Barbara, it seems as if I chanced upon while "over there" knew you already." awakened within him a latent spirit he He recalled the first fruit of the ad thought never could be linked with he had put in that American paper one Warren Moreland. Now as he thought night at the K. of C. hall subsequent over the two he held them up for con- to his reading a similar one in a French trast before his mind's eye, and found paper by some longing, lonesome Bel such to be a possibility. gian soldier. "It was I who was at fault," he Moreland chuckled softly. The flood softly mused, shifting into a more com- of letters that swamped him thereafter fortable position, as a trickle of a smile was amusing. One doting maiden had flitted over his face. said: "I have great, big, baby blue, "I was just shy," he finished. eyes, and I'm sure you'd like me if you A vicious lunge as the train swung knew me. I'm very popular and all around a turn was synchronous with the boys are crazy over me— ". This 12 THE REDWOOD

had gone into the scrap pile with some Then came the night before the battle. others and was never finished. An- With a cigar box for a table and a can- other wrote with the cramped hand of dle stuck in a bottle for a light, he fifty and signed herself, "Miss Victoria wrote. Perhaps it was the silver sickle Budd." Moreland could not help hut the moon made in a remote part of the add: "Victoria, you'll never bloom for heavens above him that had prompted me." A buxom Irish lass who had his thoughts. 'Tis said that people are just learned English and felt in her often affected by it. Notwithstanding own mind she had mastered it, thought he wrote ; wrote a heart melody for her this an unusual experience. alone, would she but wait. In effect it "Shure an' Biddy me dear, I was nothing short of a proposal. wouldn't mind writing you, but you Perhaps unconsciously Moreland be- might take it seriously." This from gan to visualize. He could not help Moreland. but picture her in a pretty white flow- There was one badly spelled missive ery dress, and a large hat crowned with from one who claimed to be just eight- golden ringlets that sat becomingly on een, yet Warren felt sure she was near- her head. Nothing but light wavy hair er thirteen. He was averse to taking would suffice and dark blue eyes to children to raise. harmonize. As to stature, undoubtedly Others came from disappointed girls he would be able to look down on that who wrote for spite, shop girls and golden head with ease, for his own girls from almost every sphere in life, height was above the ordinary. yet, strange to say, none but Barbara's II found favor in his eyes. "Rather a mean trick to play on the The greatest thing of interest in the

girls," he found himself saying, "but 1 little rural town of Lakeside, as is the couldn't have written to them all any- case in all small places, was the arrival way. My salary wouldn't warrant the of a stranger. The Limited so seldom necessary stamps." yielded a passenger, that when More- And with that Moreland dismissed land stepped somewhat stiffly from the them from his mind. train in his overseas uniform, the few Through her letters Warren had jayhawkers about stood agape with grown to like Barbara. Her plain in- surprise o 'erspreading their faces. tegrity, unassuming manner and pure A cheery eyed youngster approached wholesomeness, that outcropped from him. Evidently he could read in More- every line had begun to appeal to him. land's face the pull his grips had on She seemed so like that type of simple that wound in his shoulder. heroine great authors found delight in "Let me help you wid your luggage, depicting. Letter had followed letter. Mister!" THE REDWOOD 73

"I'm just going across to the hotel thoughts. Nearing the Post Office he there sonny," responded Moreland, felt a bit nervous. It was what he had "but since you're such a nice little fel- feared on the train. low, I'm going to let you help me." "I wonder what she will say when White's hotel was rather an old fash- she meets me!" he thought. ioned place, yet it would suit his pur- Then, realizing she was not to know pose. It seemed just the sort of place of his coming, since he had not writ- in which one would find rest enjoyable. ten after the night he was wounded in The afternoon sun shed a pleasing action, his courage returned and with warmth. renewed hope and vigor he opened the After a light lunch and feeling sure door and entered. he was now quite settled, Warren stood From the corner set aside for maga- at another threshold in his adventure. zines, there was not the sign of a girl. "Where is there a book store?" he A seemingly unending length of time casually asked of the proprietor. "I'd elapsed before someone moved and like to get something to read." came from behind the Post Office "Just around the corner," answered boxes. Moreland felt his heart miss a his affable landlord, pointing to a beat. He was afraid to look. At last place not far distant. "You'll see the he lifted his head and was aware of a sign, 'Post Office'. That's the place. neat black skirt, then a plain starched

It 's a sort of grocery, notion and every- waist, a fair face with light blue eyes, thing imaginable store. One of the Bill- then a wreath of dark hair plainly ington girls works there. twisted in a roll in back. She was not !" "Billington ejaculated Warren, a bad looking girl, yet she seemed so for he hardly had expected such an distant, so reserved in her approach. early result. "So this is Barbara" he thought, himself "Which one?" he heard sur- "Barbara, whom I know so well yet prisedly ask. Then at the puzzled look don't know at all." on Mr. White's face he tried to keep Barbara smiled a wistful sort of the anxiety out of his voice. smile. "I mean what is her name?" "What can I do for you, sir?" "Barbara! And a mighty nice girl Warren was reminded it was books she it. A bit quiet though." he wanted, and his voice quivered de- Mr. White hesitated a moment then spite his efforts. with a curious sparkle in his eye fin- ished. "Oh! Just something to read. "Do you know her," Something interesting. Will you re- But Warren was gone leaving the commend what you think good? It dumbfounded proprietor to his own need not be new," he went on, "for we 74 THE REDWOOD

seldom have time to read in the him. He had the mates to them in his trenches/' pocket. Perhaps he held his wound stripe Warren coughed a nervous sort of rather awkwardly to view. cough trying to calm himself as he

' ' ' She didn 't notice it, ' he thought. made toward her, for he realized he had Here was a chance to open a conver- been there quite long enough. sation if she wished. He felt he had "Your choice of reading was very in- given her ample opportunity. teresting." This little insincerity

' ' This Saturday Evening Post is very made him chuckle inwardly. interesting," she answered somewhat "I enjoyed sitting in this nice com- mechanically and not another word. fortable little corner to read," he con- Warren fumbled over a few maga- tinued. "Perhaps I may take advant- zines as though he were very particular, age of your hospitality and come here

then ended by taking one of the Posts. often, that is, with your kind permis- "You may sit here and read, if you sion."

' care to. People often do. ' This, after He had begun to play on words as a he had paid her the necessary amount last resort. of his purchase. Not knowing what "Perfectly alright," she rejoined. else to do, he quietly acquiesced. "Mr. Lowell, the proprietor, made that Co-incidental with his thoughts, he little reading corner especially for opened the periodical to a story by strangers. You are welcome any time." George Pattullo; "The Quitter", stared Barbara evidently took this to be at him. sufficient for she immediately turned "Strange," he muttered, "it was to her duties. just what 1 was accusing myself of." That night in the advent to sleep, he Over the top of his magazine he thought over the afternoon's incident. girl. watched Barbara's back, for that was He could not find a flaw in this She was very polite, yet apparently too all he could see of her. She seemed distant. However, on better acquaint- oblivious of his presence and went ance, he might penetrate that aloof- about her duties as though no one were ness. there. He read on, into "The Quitter" With sleep came dreams. It was not and scrutinized Barbara intermittent- the first time that Moreland 's last some ly. She was busy arranging thoughts before dropping off to the boxes of writing paper. Moreland subconscious world became heralded in started as her hand held to view some a dream. A picture of the golden haired plain white envelopes with a peculiar girl he had visualized on the train just shaped flap to them. Those were the the day before, again confronted him he had identical letters she had used to write and mayhap to taunt. For THE REDWOOD 75

grown to connect just such a girl with out of breath. "You go home now for the letters he had received. To him the you must be tired. I'll stay and fin- two seemed inseparable, yet, when he ish up." found such was not the case, he was a "No. No. Lois. I'm alright, though little disappointed. my head does ache a little. You hate Throughout the remainder of the confinement so!" Barbara finished, week, Warren spent a deal of the time making for her hat. in the magazine corner trying to read. This bit of vivacity was contagious. As yet he had not grown to know Bar- It brightened up everything like a sun- bara. Scarcely more than a "good beam piercing through into a gloomy afternoon", or "good evening" passed day. between them. She answered all ques- Warren observed this girl. She was tions readily and smiled when he came much the same in appearance as Barba- in, but beyond this she refused to go. ra, excepting that she had light hair. Moreland experienced a disquieting "An exact opposite of her," he sense of unfulfilment in regard to her. thought. This was suggested by her In small communities, acquaintance- friendly manner and pleasing way. ship is rapid, yet natural. Lakeside was Moreland had about every variety of aglow over its fortune in feting a re- magazine the stand offered, yet, sud- turned hero. Warren too appreciated denly he decided he needed another. this real homelike atmosphere, for, not Lois smiled as he approached. There having ever enjoyed the sacred pre- seemed a darker sparkle in her eye, cincts of a home with all that it means, than in Barbara's. He noticed too, a this sweet simplicity made him tingle pretty dimple in her cheek. clean through. "Which one are you going to have It was a Wednesday afternoon, not this time?" she broke in. "You're the quite a week after his arrival. War- gentleman Mr. Lowell told me about, I ren, rather from force of habit, than presume. Would you like something from any hope of ever knowing Bar- about the war?" bara more intimately, found an in- "Well, I don't think so," Warren creased pleasure in the reading corner. replied. There seemed a meaning in For he recalled Mr. White had said, the bewitching smile that accompanied "one of the Billington girls." Therein her question. He could almost feel rested a renewed hope. Yet the possi- himself reddening. This contrast seem- bility of his idea seemed too unlikely. ed so overpowering. Hardly had he concluded his thought, "I've had too much warfare," he than a girl tripped lightly in through continued. "I want something that the back way. will make me forget there ever was a

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I wouldn't— " he hesitated, then filled The opportunity was perhaps a in with: "Let me see that one," point- wished one for Moreland was aware by ing to a gayly colored periodical, "that now, of the sisters thinking him an in- looks good." veterate book-worm rather than one At his mention of war, Lois' face sob- with the habit, acquired merely as a ered up. means to an end. "I feel so sorry for all those brave The beauty of a house is order. It lads. Some come back and others don't. did not take long to bring this about This war simply had to be, it seems, yet when the three got started. To Warren

I hate it." it seemed like the preparation for a "You evidently have been in the weekly inspection and he assumed the thick of it," she went on. "Perhaps role of inspecting officer after all had you wouldn't mind telling me of your been finished. The verdict could not experiences." have been otherwise than commenda- It was a good hour later that "War- ble. ren took his leave. His spirits were There is always some reward for an high, yet he was non-plussed. effort. Moreland experienced both a "Miss Lois," he found himself ask- surprise and a reward.

' ing, "it couldn't have been you who ' Mother and I made some candy this wrote to me?" For the letters and her morning," said Lois, "so I brought it personality seemed identical. along for Babs and me to munch. I just thought perhaps you might enjoy Ill a few pieces." This last with the dim- Saturday was clean-up day in the ple showing in her cheek. Lowell store. Warren noticed every- "Candy! Home made candy!" thing topsy-turvy and in the midst of Warren exclaimed, "why I thought the chaos, Lois and Barbara cleaning that was just book talk. Certainly, for all they were worth. Miss Lois, lead me to it." Then after merrily came "Good afternoon," sampling a delicious bon-bon: "You the sisters, as Barbara went on from can't imagine how that tastes to me. to explain. All my life I've been fed on purchased "This is cleaning day and I hope we goods and I've never known what good won't disturb you?" home made things were like." "Certainly not, but perhaps I'll be Both girls surprisedly turned with in the way." an inquiring look toward each other. "Then you can make yourself useful sir," said Lois, "I don't know and help us move this case. We al- "Well ' your name—oh! Mr. Langdon, you ways have trouble with it. ' This com- with us mand was from Lois. say? You must come home —

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and enjoy a good home cooked meal this IV very evening." Pine Canyon was one of those invit- "We shan't take 'no' for an an- ing places where city and country folk swer," put in Barbara. alike, picniced, and lolled about in the Moreland could not recall a more numerously shaded retreats it afford- pleasant evening than he had just spent ed. The precipitous hills were mantled at the Billington home, and he whist- in the late autumn coloring and in the led softly as he directed his steps to- resplendent glory of the mid-day sun, ward the hotel. The night, although in coquetted in a galaxy of hues. The air early November, was softly dark and had that warmth and yet that freshness warm. The sky was a luminous blue which at once sends a glow to the heart a splendid aspiring, naked, blue, in and thrills the senses. Above an eagle which the stars hung golden. He hung, a dark speck against the deep mused as he paced along. blue of the sky's vault. "Warren Moreland," he said to him- "There is one of the prettiest little self quietly, "or rather Mr. Langdon spots, up yonder," said Lois, indicating in keeping with your masque—six a shady nook some distance from the months ago you would have called this road. She nimbly jumped from the bit of realism, Utopian, wouldn't you"? halted machine. From behind her thin And were you to include a picnic plan- veil which she began eagerly to re- ned especially for you, in that bit of move, Warren observed a glow in her realism, you immediately would have face that he had not noticed heretofore. deduced the thing to be utterly impos- He saw depicted there a pure love for sible." this wildness everywhere about, this He stopped. He had often heard of romantic breath of the hills that touch- people walking in their sleep and he ed the golden waves of her hair into was loathe to move lest he awaken a flutter. She tripped lightly up the hill ahead of the other three. Moreland from a dream to find himself on the with the lunch, Barbara and Mrs. Bill- firing step of some front line trench. ington were of a slower gait. Some But fortunately such was not the case distance ahead Lois awaited them with him. He recalled Mrs. Billing- perched on a rock. ton's words, still ringing joyfully in his Warren felt chagrined, perplexed in ears. his dilemma. Why should Barbara "I'll fix some chicken sandwiches. have proven false to the type he had Then I could make some salad and visualized from her letters? Why had you," speaking to Lois, "could pack it he written that last letter to her, so nicely in that agate pan." full of his innermost thoughts? As yet 78 THE REDWOOD

his idea, as to Lois was but a vague sur- a sparkling pool of clear spring water. mise. Nothing substantial offered his Lois skipped along gracefully, like a encouragement or seemed to confirm deer coming to the drinking hole. his suspicion, yet everything pointed "Warren found it almost an effort to directly to her. keep up. "Lois, you're too fleet of foot for The lay of the land grew rocky and us," said her mother approaching, less foot-sure as they neared the bot- slightly out of breath by the ascent. tom. Lois' foot struck a rock and she "I can't help but thrill over it all, would have gone headlong had not mother," she responded in a jubilant Moreland caught and sustained her fall- tone, indicating the opposite side with ing figure. Only for a moment it was, a sweep of her arm. yet he felt an inward yearning to make

Across the canyon the background of it for longer. evergreens was mottled with unequaled "How awkward of me to fall," she patches of brown, of purplish red, of said with somewhat of a self-conscious rose picked out here and there with laugh, freeing herself. Warren ob- golden gleams of single trees or single served how nicely that dimple came in- drops of scarlet blood. to her cheek. The remainder of the climb was made Dipping the bucket into the spring in silence. Moreland felt inwardly a he was possessed with a half notion of restrained spirit yearning for freedom. revealing his identity, yet, on second The lure of the primeval made him tin- thought he concluded it to be too early. gle too. A better scheme afforded itself. On the rustic top of a table built "Miss Lois," he found himself ques- around a giant sycamore, whose tinted tioning as they retraced their steps, branches canopied the little spot, Mrs. "were you ever in a dilemma?" Billington and the girls unpacked the "Yes—or rather no!" she corrected. luncheon. Warren gathered bits of And she threw him a furtive glance that wood and brush for the fire. He could might have been the slight insinuation almost perceive a subtle aroma of boil- of what he had hoped for. "Why do ing coffee coming from the ashes of you ask?" she finished. There seemed many another fire built in the same a teasing air to her question. place for just that purpose. Moreland stopped dumbfounded.

"Lois," said Mrs. Billington, observ- Could it be possible she knew his motive ing Moreland with bucket in hand and for the asking? Or that she had seen a quizzical expression on his face, "you through his masque and recognized had better show Mr. Langdon the way him? He recalled he had unconscious- to the spring." ly given her many clues the first day Far down the mountain side bubbled he met her in the Post Office, when he THE REDWOOD 79

told her of his experiences. One im- under its drooping boughs. Moreland, pulse seemed to tell him his first sur- confident in his conviction of the day mise of Lois had been correct, yet an previous, happened around casually as other was working hard to find an an- those happenings usually do. The lure swer to her question. of reading had long since lost its power. "Well I—I," he stammered, contin- Approaching stealthily he was uing up the hill, "I was just curious." aware of a golden head gazing down at Then feeling that that alone was not something in thoughtful study. More- " quite adequate, he appended : I never land coughed slightly as a preliminary thought possible such times as I've had to his greeting. Lois started and hast- here at Lakeside." And having said ily folded what she had been reading that and fearing it sounded just a little and laid it in her lap. thoughtless he amended still further, "Won't you sit down, Mr. Lang- saying: "But I've found out different don?" She beckoned to a seat beside since. Perhaps it was inexperience." her in the hammock. Although he felt a peculiar satisfac- Moreland assented. He realized a tion in his answer, the look she gave teasing emphasis on his assumed name. him and the suppressed smile it prompt- "Do you happen to know," she ask- ed in her, troubled him. Somehow, he ed, toying with the letter in her lap, didn't quite know why, there seemed to "a Mr. Warren Moreland? He was in be an implication of a deep significance your company overseas." in her way of understanding. "Yes 'Barbara'," he answered. "I An hour later Warren declared he have come to know him very intimate- had never before tasted of such a pure ly of late." joy. There was an aroma of coffee still The two laughed. lingering about as they finished their "Poor Babs!" continued Lois. "It luncheon and started through the can- was she who discovered your ad quite yon. by accident. And we planned to an- While the horizon was still flooded swer. I was to write, using her name." with red and orange streamers, the yel- Perhaps an hour or two passed be- low moon slowly forced its way up fore Moreland rose to go. It matters above the pines until the ravine was not. For it was the little bird in the turned into undulating gold, closing an- tree above that chirped of the love and other day of Moreland's furlough. happiness reigning in Moreland's heart. V And it was likewise that same little the future the In the rear of the Billington home bird who sang of happy for just grew a majestic pepper tree. The pleas- two Avere planning beneath, ing warmth of the afternoon sun had that morning the armistice had been drawn Lois into the hammock stretched signed. Foch

G. William de Koch.

EGENDS tell us that at one vacation days at his Grandmother's end of a rainbow there lies Chauteau, and it was here that young a golden treasure, hidden by Ferdinand first began to learn the the blue narcissus and gold- game called War. For hours the future

en buttercups. Indeed it is Generalissimo would play with the lit- a singular coincidence that tle wooden soldiers that his Grand- just as the shadows were lengthening mother's gardener had made him, and in the scattered rays of a drooping sun, while his two brothers would be out a stray grey cloud travelled speedily admiring the birds and flowers, Ferdi- over a little town in the Pyrenees, nand, with his little head bent in deep moistening gently the fertile valley of childish thought and his keen eyes that ancient Basque Village. And just sparkling with a light of innocent en- as the last stray drops of this grey thusiasm such as only the young pos- heavenly intruder fell, a rainbow arch- sess lay in boyish posture on the floor ed the horizon. The farther end dip- of his Grandmother's library, figuring ping, no doubt, into a foreign sea, the out new positions and miniature prob- other end enveloped the little town of lems for his little army. Minutes fled Tarbes, shining on the golden treasure into hours; his sturdy little hands nev- that was to decide the fate of Democ- er seemed to tire of rolling wooden

racy. So it was that in the picturesque marbles to down one more of the en- southern slopes of the Pyrenees Ferdi- emy. And at last, when eyes and nand Foch was born. stout limbs tired he would roll them His parents were descendants of one all down,—the characteristic finish of of the oldest and most influential fami- childish diversion. lies in the Province of Valentinnee, Often the second brother would an- where they lived for many years, later noy the soldier, begging him to come moving to Tarbes where Mon. Foch out and play or help him add to their

was elected chairman of the City Trus- collection of butterflies ; but Ferdinand tees. In this old home at Tarbes the was .stern in his likes and dislikes, often future Marshal passed part of his in- causing the argument to become in- fancy. In his boyhood years, he and tense, and it was only through the me- his two younger brothers passed the diation of the younger brother that but-

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terflies and wooden soldiers were not war of 1871 and it was then that Foch, wounded severely. reading an account of his death, said As dawn into day, youth blends into "A wonderful death. Some day it shall manhood, so quickly that one fails to be avenged." realize it. "When those blissful vaca- Little did young Foch realize that he tion days were over three brothers re- was one day to be the judge who was to turned home to Tarbes to take up their decide that inevitable case. For after studies for the new term. They fin- the dark and gloomy days of 1871, ished their early course at Tarbes, later France was never satisfied; the spirit matriculating at the Jesuit College, St. of unrest and regret for losing the war Michael de St. Etienne, one of the fin- to the Hun was never quieted and the est military schools in all France. Here day when France was to avenge herself Ferdinand was in his glory and though was ever in the minds of the French in his first years he was always subor- people. dinate to one of his older classmates In the year 1872 Foch was commis- his turn for commanding soon came. sioned Lieutenant in Artillery. At His sharp, distinct and at the same twenty-six he was Captain, and from time pleasant voice, made it easy for Captain he rapidly advanced to Colonel his classmates to drill under him. His during which time he was made Profes- quick, energetic step and his boundless sor of Tactics at the Academy of War. enthusiasm in all things military in- This Post he held with high distinction spired even the least interested and for five years. In 1908 Foch received won their co-operation. As a student the eagles of Brigadier General, re- he was the same energetic youth, turning to the Academy of War, this brusque indeed, but kind and thought- time to fill the important Post of Di- ful. rector. And it was when he was named His blond hair and square chin, his Director that an interesting argument keen eyes always ready to look one took place between Foch and Premier squarely in the face, his head bowed, Clemenceau. At dinner one evening at a habit which nearly cost him his life, which the President, the Premier and were striking characteristics of the fu- Foch were present, Clemenceau, with- ture hero of the Marne. One day out a previous hint, said to Foch: "You while walking in the garden of the have been named Director of the Aca- College he accidentally struck against demy of War." Foch, stunned for a one of his companions and the impact speak, and then was so hard that both fell and were moment hesitated to somewhat hurt. While in the Infirm- he said: "Monsieur I am not a candi- ary they became close friends. Some date." years later this brave lad fell in the "That may be possible," said the 82 THE REDWOOD

Premier, "nevertheless you have been gers were seen to clench. His thoughts chosen Director." were represented by but one word: Foch, still a bit scrupulous, replied: "Never." "I have a brother a Jesuit, you know." From Director of the Academy of "I don't care whether all the Jesu- "War Foch was made Commander of its in the world were your brothers, it the 20th Corps in August, 1914. Three could not change my opinion of you." weeks later he commanded the 9th And it is to him that the success of a Army, on the Marne. Passed two great number of France's ablest Gen- months when he was made Chief Assist- erals and Officers, graduates of the ant to General Joffre in coordinating

Academy, is due. For Foch's methods the Allied operations in the north. In of Military Science and Tactics were of 1915 he took command of the northern his own type. Simplicity was the key- Army, and was finally chosen Com- note of his success, and simplicity he mander-in-Chief of the Allied forces in instilled into his pupils. He worked out 1918. all his tactics with such clearness and The above may seem nothing but a precision that it was impossible to mis- continual shower of glory and good- understand him, and his arguments fortune for the General. Still there were so forcibly put that they likewise was a time when Foch's prestige was were impossible to deny. He seemed disparaged by someone who doubted to endear himself to others while he his ability, and he was removed from mastered their will. He never changed active duty. This happened on his re- his mind. His admirable grit, a pre- turn from Italy where he had steadied dominating trait in his character, was the crumbling allied front on the Piave. what won him the battle of the Marne. But it was impossible for such a man, For on the battlefield in the early part such a soldier, such a great Christian of 1914, when Paris was awaiting a re- to remain long unnoticed, when Provi- petition of '71, Premier Clemenceau dence was seeking a worthy champion rampart, his was standing on a nervous of a cause that stood for truth and hand holding the field glasses. What right, justice, charity and liberty. he saw, he did not tell, but a moment When the day of peace dawned and later he was seen to drop his hand by while the whole world of Democracy his side and move his head unconsci- rang out in cheers of triumph, the great ously from side to side as if saying: seeming defeat "Impossible". Foch, then Commander man who had turned into of victory, of the 9th Army, stood by his side. Not undreamed was found a motion of the Premier's slipped his in a quiet church, humbly giving God keen eye and simultaneously, with the the glory, and absolutely declining to expression of Clemenceau, Foch's fin- attribute it to himself. The secret THE REDWOOD 83

source where the grey man of Christ the outlook was grim, the Generalissi- obtained his strength and almost mo with confidence unshaken in Him magical power was at last dis- who had given the power to do the closed. When the great battles oi' the right, would find his way to some ob- Marne, and Ypres, and Verdun, and scure chapel to implore God that the Piave, and finally the tremendous tri- scales of battle, wavering between the umph in the second battle of the Marne freedom of the world and the power of in 1918, were being fought, the great the Hun would soon lean to the side of Marshal never allowed the stress of justice, of humanity, and of His own battle to disturb him. When at times divine honor. ; ! ;!

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HE mists into tke valley creep

From snowy Kills enwrapped in sleep,

While broods a strange, deceptive calm Along tke gently -flowing Somme.

Upon its wooded banks of green,

A weary Soldier-Priest is seen, Treading Kis way through sodden grass

That half conceals the shell-torn pass.

The battle field before him lies

Above the guns he hears the cries Of mangled victims strewn afar By the avenging hand of War.

From heaps of the unnumbered slain

There comes a soft, faint sigh of pain Then while a stricken heart beats slow, Christ's saving words are whispered low.

Beside the fallen form he prays, And gently as a mother, lays

The cold hands on the lifeless breast

Forever there in peace to rest.

Oh ! God of Mercy, by Thy Son

Have mercy on this faithful one

I see the crimson life-blood start

In torrents from his own pierced heart FRANK MALONEY

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We are all agreed that the Government, grew the S. A. T. C. Concerning the six months prior to movement. Literary endeavors had ne- Ourselves the dawning of the cessarily to be held in the background. New Year, were abnormal. They were For wars are fought and won by strik- times pulsating with but one idea ing power at the front and not by mas- that namely, of bringing speedy, sub- terful flights of fancy or smoothly run- stantial and permanent victory to the ning pieces of prose. Here is one in- Allied cause. Anything apart from stance where the sword is mightier that object seemed non-essential and than the pen. was dealt with accordingly. Last semester, unfortunately, but one Out of such a desire on the part of issue of the Redwood appeared. Per-

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haps "fortunately" is the better word, It strikes us queer, now

in view of the times and conditions. "Pep" that blessed peace is But, fellows, that was last year. And once more with us, that here we are beginning another lap in the old traditional "pep' which has life's journey. Undoubtedly, everyone featured Santa Clara's past, seems to of you made good resolutions on New be waning. Perhaps we are mistaken Year's Day. We might at this junc- or again have not given ample time for ture urge all to include in their long all to catch their breath after the rigid list of resolutions one of helping the discipline of the late regime. Redwood and incidentally themselves. The thing that shall remain indelible It is the purpose of the Redwood to in our memory in after life will be the aid the students' literary improvement bubbling recollection of absorbing inci- and to chronicle the news of the Uni- dents of boarding school and college versity. Now what should be the stu- days. The mountain league, for in- dent's purpose in writing? To im- stance. Although the games frequent- prove himself along literary lines, or ly ended in near riots, due to a mo- to chronicle more news might suffice ment's rashness on the part of the for an answer, yet the personal glory "umps", still the thing characteristic and fame to be thereby gained is an ad- of them was "pep". Then those stu- ditional motive not entirely to be dis- dent-body meetings, where opinions as regarded. If you desire praise for to the running of things were as num- yourself as well as a College publica- erous and variegated as there were stu- tion that will satisfy the intentions for dents represented. Perhaps arguments which the Redwood was established, would take a personal turn where one get in and work. Everything you do, well-meaning fellow challenged the

do well. Anything less would be an veracity of his opponent, yet, withal it insult both to yourself and to the Red- was "pep" that made those gatherings wood. something to look forward to with keen Take an inventory of your abilities. anticipation. Remember your own limitations. Be In due measure, work up class spirit sure you have all the materials neces- and class pride. Strive to make your sary unto your work. And then make organization, legitimately, the peer of

that poem or story or essay the counter- all others. Talk it, boost it, for "pep" part of what you yourself feel in your is contagious. heart. For by knowing well what is It is for you individually to bring within you, you can best reach the back a goodly share of the old enthu- hearts of others. siasm, and to make this semester one Fellow students, the gospel we we can all look back upon with un-

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Who Won To the victor should go for preparing to meet the onslaught. the spoils, the old say- And Russia, before anarchy disembow- the War? ing has it. But in this eled her, with her millions of men, her instance who is the victor? To whom unlimited resources. Could these two are we to cede the laurels, as being the have been pre-eminent causes in the indisputable force to down Militarism? later effect ? Great Britain patrolled the seas with Italy, consistently beating down the her mighty navy. She downed the Austrians from their mountain de- submarine menace when the undersea fense, surely and determinedly crumb- boats seemed about to sweep allied com- ling the spirit as well as the lines of her merce incontinently from every water. foes. She gave five millions of the flower of And last, but not least important, her manhood to the cause. Her ships our own United States. Our men, our ships, covered every sea ; her men fought on our money, our everything un- every front. In Egypt, in the Holy doubtedly turned the balance in favor Land, at the Dardanelles, on the West- of Democracy. On land, on sea and in ern front, the British Tommy did giant air, the undaunted American spirit rose deeds. English women toiled in shop to the hour, to enhance the morale of and field that more men might be free our friends, and to subscribe "finis" to go. Is hers to be the credit ? to the greatest of military achieve- France stemmed the tide of grey-clad ments. Is the credit due to us? Huns at the Marne. Her patriots There is but one answer. It was not came from the four corners of the globe Great Britain, not France, nor Italy, to the support of their bleeding Father- nor Belgium, nor the United States. It land. Her priests shouldered the gun was the entire group of nations united to defend alike the spiritual and the against the common menace, each con- material interests at stake. Her woman tributing an indispensable part. To folk kept the wheels of industry hum- discuss the question as to where most ming day and night, that her armies credit is due, is like trying to solve the might have ammunition, that their sons old problem proposed —by Thomas Car- or brothers or husbands or fathers lyle—if I mistake not "which is the might be clothed and fed. Her doctors most important leg on a three-legged and her nurses and sisters were always stool?" near at hand to care for the fallen, the maimed and the wounded. Could hers Silence is golden, yet be the honors of Victory? Prohibition frequently portends as-

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conviction one way or the other. Sure- drink, is not wrong in itself, but be- ly pure water has its advantages as the comes wrong only when abused. Count- alcoholic beverages have theirs. less articles used as food, though harm- We have seen water in the sparkling less to the temperate are injurious if tears of infants, we have seen it flood- gluttony be practised by the partakers. ing the eyes of adolescence, and trick- So too with drink. Moderate indulgence ling down the furrowed cheeks of age. can work no harm. We read in the

We have seen it, in the dew of early Good Book, "take a little wine for thy morning on the tinted petals of beauti- stomach's sake." Unfortunately the ful roses, sparkling and glistening in term "little" has too often been given the sun as it rose in glory over the east- a free and broad interpretation. ern hills. Water has moistened the Some months ago the question of parched throats of the wounded, given state-wide prohibition was submitted stumbling over hot hope to wayfarers to a popular vote in California. That burning desert sands. It trickles it was defeated showed clearly the will through the mountain passes, purls of the people to retain the present about points of jutting rocks, rushes status of the question. Yet at the same headlong over precipices, flows majest- time there were elected to the State ically through peopled vales down to Legislature, candidates with bone-dry "the surging billows of the main". platforms, and their election gave the Water is truly one of the grandest majority, with the result that gifts the Good God has given mortal "drys" a man, but, worthy readers, as a drink the Federal bone-dry amendment was We believe it was Prohibition we passed by a large vote. There seems a started upon. Drink, even strong strange inconsistency somewhere.

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During the past semester, that period lems of which are equal to those of any marked with trials and sufferings national convention (at least in the hitherto unknown to the world, bring- minds of the students) and with the ing however the consolation that these "Senate", that August body of the in- sacrifices were not in vain,—Student stitution again bidding for public favor Body affairs have been terribly neglect- in its stately dignified manner, things ed. The mind of every student was oc- are beginning to look a little more nat- cupied with things of far greater im- ural. Even the "House" and J. D. S. portance, things that meant the very have come forth from a period of inac- salvation of his country and of the tion and avow with a vim and a veng- world. His physical energies were giv- eance that they are going to accom- en up to the grim preparation for war. plish great things within their secret He had not the time, or better yet, he chambers. With the return of the old had not the ambition, once his daily "cords" and Block Sweaters, with the work was done, to devote himself to the sound of the bugle a thing of the past, "frivolous things" of the campus. How- and the ring of the ancient bell to sum- ever we do not want to complain, as it mon us early in the morning and late was his duty to himself and to hu- at night, and the return of a thousand manity. and one little details of daily life that But now "the dogs of war" have have always been Santa Clara's, we are once again been securely leashed and gradually brought to the realization the world is living in the blissful but that the things of the far past were tedious period of reconstruction, tend- quite bearable after all. ing slowly but surely towards unend- Yes ! We did enjoy the reign of the ing peace and happiness. And so here S. A. T. C, but even with all its pleas- at Santa Clara, having grasped this ures, especially the Saturday night spirit with the fullness of its meaning, "liberties", we were more than pleased we too, are reviving the old life. "With at the return of the old regime. Not the Student Body again holding its re- that the making of our beds bothered nowned meetings, the political prob- us, still we would rather let the 89 !

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"friendly Wop" do it. And not that Jaeger, Thomas Moroney, Henry Veit, the morning Reveille was a hardship, Thomas Whelan, and Benjamin McCoy.

' still it is much more pleasant to ' crawl This being quickly accomplished and ' out ' and dress at one 's leisure. As for the question for the next debate being cleaning rifles for a Saturday's inspec- chosen, the Senators adjourned after a tion, we would rather tape a bat or roll lengthy discussion as to the manner the diamond for an afternoon's enjoy- and means of initiating the new mem- ment. And now that the big squabble bers. Believe me, it is going to be some is over "Over There", and the S. A. initiation too

' T. C. has fulfilled its purpose and ' ev- erything"—but you have heard these tiresome matters so often that we are Not to be outdone by House the "Senate", going to tell you something else, some- the of thing more detailed, of our meager ac- House Philhistorians got together on the very same night. tivities, and although it will not be very We do not maintain that they were exhaustive still we hope it will be sat- acting in spirit rivalry, isfying. a of but—Oh; It does not matter. Anyway in the

usual confusion and wild waving oi* arms and babbling of tongues that ac- On Tuesday evening, companied their political efforts they Senate January 21, 1919, Pr. too elected new members into their Nicholas Bell, S. J., the midst. newly appointed President of the Phi- The following were honored : Thomas lalethic Senate, called to order the first Crowe, Lawrence Chargin, Raymond regular meeting of that dignified body. Rudolph, William Gaspar de Koch, Although the roll call found the per- Alfredo Hippo Ferrario, Bert Donlon, sonnel quite depleted, still those pres- Frank Lemos, Mervyn Kaney, Louis ent proceeded with much courage to Buty, Tallentyne Sturdivant and Fran- the business set before them. The first cis O'Shea. With a nucleus of such business of course, was the election of men to work upon we hope that Father officers, the following being honored: Flynn and his House will indeed have Norbert Korte, vice president; Frank a most successful semester. Camarillo, recording secretary; Deme- trio Diaz, treasurer; and Brian Gagan, corresponding secretary. The J. D. S., with Fr.

The "Senators" then proceeded to J. D. S. Regan, S. J., in the fill vacancies by conferring the great chair, held its semi-an privilege of membership upon James nual election January 21, at which the O'Connor, Francis Conneally, Eugene following were elected to office: Vice THE REDWOOD 91

president, George Ryan; secretary, However the business was finally ac-

James 'Sullivan ; treasurer, John complished and as for instilling some of O'Brien; sergeant-at-arms, AValter the old time "Pep" into the Student Volkmar. Body, the meeting was one of the most The following were admitted into the successful we have ever had. society: Burke Curley, James Toner, At this meeting the following were James Krober, Joseph Farrell. awarded the varsity sweater with the After the regular business the debate "Block" S. C. for having participated

' ' of the evening was held. The question in the ' Big Game ' with Stanford. Ka- read, "Resolved, that the R. O. T. C. ney, Whelan, Pipes, Judge, Bedolla, should be continued at the University." Volkmar, Larrey, Ferrario, Kerckhoff. Messrs. George Ryan and John Hiller "Dumpie" Diaz and "Moose" Korte spoke for the affirmative ; Messrs. John were awarded their Four Star sweat- Lipman and Paul Donlon argued for ers, for having participated in the the negative. The decision was in favor "big game" against Stanford in four of the affirmative. consecutive years. The next debate reads: "Resolved, that the railroads of the country should

Retreat ! In Military be under the control of the Federal Retreat affairs it means nothing Government." Messrs. Burnett and to the American boy, O'Brien, negative; Messrs. 'Sullivan but in Santa Clara 's school life it has a and Smith, affirmative. world of meaning. The pious look upon it as a God-send, a time so precious that n orde hat th it can * not be appreciated, a time when Student Body p ; f Peace TableJ Wlth we learn the deep lessons of our Eter- ' Meeting . forensic orations by the nal Salvation. The more frivolous look Frenchman and wild declarations by upon it somewhat as a term of impris- the Italian might not have anything on onment, when they are spirited away us, a meeting of the Associated Students from the "little things" of this world. was called Thursday, January six- The lazy look upon it with greed, a teenth. The purpose of the meeting be- time when their desires for rest are ing merely to clear up many of the fully satisfied. But all of us know it "old business" questions which had as a time when we are taken away from been "on the table" during the reign the things of the world, when our stu- of the S. A. T. C., and get the affairs dies, our pastimes are forgotten, and of the Student Body well under way, when we ought to, if we don't, devote one can readily understand why it re- ourselves to prayer and meditation. sembled (in a miniature way) the con- And so on Sunday evening, January fusion of the Peace Conference. the twenty-sixth, when we went into :;

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the Chapel to listen to the opening ad- Did the late Prof. J. J. The Mont- dress of the Annual Retreat given by Montgomery father the gomery Case Fr. Patrick J. O'Reilly, S. J., our col- aeroplane? A question lective mind was confused by such a of interest here at Santa Clara and one myriad of conceptions. But we came which is of startling significance in re- out transformed, with one thought up- gard to the United States Government. permost and that was to make a good If one were to step into the historic retreat. That we kept our resolutions, vineyard of the University, he would

I cannot say, but from all appearances be confronted with an unusual picture. everyone tried hard, at least, they tell Over in one corner of the "back yard" us so. alongside of an old wind-shaken build- ing, the building which has housed for the past decade, Montgomery's unde- veloped secrets of the air, see The Class of 1919 se- he would , Class a few tables, a few chairs, a few law- lected the following Elections yers, and the two "gliders" upon president, Brian Gagan which the big problem hinges. This treasurer, D. Diaz ; sergeant-at-arms, N. constitutes the improvised courtroom Korte. for the purpose of taking depositions, 1920 chose J. B. O'Connor, president; to prove the work of the late Prof. H. C. Veit, treasurer; B. McCoy, secre- Montgomery in connection with the tary and F. ; M. Conneally, sergeant-at- aeroplane and his flights conducted arms. from old Santa Clara College. 1921: president, Martin Walsh; vice The plaintiffs, the heirs of Montgom- president, John Murphy; secretary, ery, are suing the Wright-Martin Air- Stewart Manson; treasurer, Armand craft Corporation, and because of its connection with this company, the Fed- White ; sergeant-at-arms, Kenneth Berg; reporter, E. Z. Coman. eral Government, for certain alleged infringements upon Montgomery's pat- The Sophs held a spirited meeting on ent and royalties in regard to the aero- January 25th, at which time they de- plane. Many notable witnesses have cided to have their class-day in the already testified, including Messrs. form of a picnic to Monterey, some Wilkie, Vierra and Lougheed, all of time after Retreat. Though the class whom are recognized experts on aero- is small in number this semester, lack- nautics and all of whom were closely ing the familiar faces of "Kerk", Bill connected with Prof. Montgomery Desmond, and many others, still the when he was constructing his two same old spirit is present and a suc- planes, the "Santa Clara" and the cessful year is predicted by all. "California" from 1905 to 1911. The THE REDWOOD 93

value of such testimony cannot be over- Bomb, for the War Department is estimated. Lieut. J. A. Stone, and for the Federal The attorney representing the Mont- Government, W. D. Eakin. gomery heirs, is H. S. Knight of Chi- —Norbert J. Korte. cago, for the Wright Brothers is M. One of the most welcome vis- industry. Gene and his two brothers '87 itors to the old College was are joint owners of the famous lead Otto D. Stoesser of Watson- mine, Hercules, in the Coeur dAlene ville. Mr. Stoesser has been appointed district of Northern Idaho. A large by Governor Stephens to fill a vacancy smelter at Northport, Wash., is includ- on the Redwood Park Commission. ed in their holdings. Tom Jenkins, another S. C. man is guiding the destinies of the Tamarack Captain Fred C. Gerlach, M. mine, one of the numerous Day proper- '89 C, has returned to private ties. The Redwood wishes Messrs. Day practice, having received his and Jenkins continued success in their discharge from the Army a short time field of business. ago. Dr. Gerlach saved the day here when practically the whole school was down and out with the Flu. Thanks to It was Fr. P. F. Galtes, S. J., his skill and devotedness, the boys '96 who sent this good word pulled through much better than was about his old college pals. expected. We take this occasion to ex- Fr. Galtes, for many years on the staff tend him our sincere thanks and good of his Alma Mater, is now teaching wishes for a prosperous year. Chemistry to the young Jesuits at Mt. St. Michael's, Hillyard, Wash.

A welcome little ripple of '95 news has lately found its way "Charlie" Graham is bring- to the Redwood Sanctum. It '98 ing his San Francisco Ball concerns the grand success Eugene Club to Santa Clara to train Day, a Santa Clara student of the mid- for the coming baseball season, and we dle nineties is enjoying in the mining expect to see him often around the

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campus. Mr. Graham has been very- best wishes to the little household, in- successful in business, but has always cluding the young lady whose name kept up his interest in baseball. As a has not yet reached us. student here, he did the Varsity catch- ing for four seasons, and after gradua- Assist- tion acted as coach, leading the great Chauncey Tramutola, '12 nines of those days to many a victory. ant U. S. District Attorney, in partnership with his old college mate, Roy Bronson, has opened Carl Fitzgerald was on the a law office in the Foxcroft Building, '01 grounds recently, testifying San Francisco. We are confident in in the Montgomery suit predicting a thriving business for the against the Wright Brothers. Carl, who firm of Tramutola and Bronson, for in was a student at the University during addition to proved ability, its leading the important years of Montgomery's members have plenty of the old fight- experimenting with the mastery of the ing spirit developed on debating and air, showed an intimate knowledge of athletic teams at Santa Clara. the facts involved in the suit.

Nelson Mullen has gone the The name of James F. Two- '16 way of all flesh and taken '07 hy was signed to a scholarly unto himself a helpmate in paper appearing in the Xmas the person of Miss Edith Stapleton. edition of a Northwest journal. "Jim's" Nelson, being an adept in Law, should contributions, poetry and prose, to the experience no difficulty in the matri- Redwood while he was at college, were monial field. Congratulations the distinctive feature of our magazine Lieutenant Edward McLaughlin, not during those years, and we are pleased to be left out of the running, likewise to note that his pen has not lost its cun- hearkened to the call of Dan Cupid. ning. The happy bride is the former Miss Edith Young. The marriage ceremony was performed by His Grace Arch- The Redwood takes great bishop Hanna in St. Edward's Church, '08 pleasure in announcing that San Francisco, on the 22nd of last "Bob" Twohy is on the way month. We join their host of friends to complete recovery from his illness of in wishing Mr. and Mrs. McLaughlin the past few months. His recovery was many years of wedded happiness. doubtless made more certain by the re- "Gentleman Jim" Fitzpatrick is still cent arrival of a bouncing baby girl, to across the Pond, with the Army of Oc- bless his home. Our congratulations and cupation. Trust Jim to make the !

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Heinies shinny on the far side of the and had much that was of interest to Rhine tell about his experiences as a Naval "Nick" Martin recently visited us Aviator down among the everglades of while on his way home to San Diego. Florida. Nick secured his discharge from the Jimmy Winston, also affiliated with Army at a Central Officers' Training the Naval Aviation Section, was anoth- School in the East. er welcome visitor to the campus. Floyd Bothwell has likewise been mustered out of the service and has returned from Camp Pike, Arkansas, to Ensign "Clabby" Howard his home in Los Angeles. Ex '19 dropped in for a visit during

the Holidays. Craig is at present in Seattle, awaiting Tom Hickey has returned to orders. Ensign Roy Fowler also '17 college to complete his Law managed to make time to visit the old scenes course. Tom was called in be- fore departing for home. the first draft, later winning his gold bars at Camp Fremont. The fans are hoping that fifteen months of Army ra- tions have not spoiled that trusty left First Lieut. Albion Howell, wing of his. Ex '20 after doing his bit, has taken up the study of Medicine at Stanford. "Fat" received his commis- letter from Lieut. Dan A sion in the Fourth Training Camp at '18 Ryan informs us of a little re- Fremont, and in no time was promoted union of Santa Clarans which to a First Lieutenancy. He sure must took place in France ; Dan, Lieut. Nie- have had the "makins", but we're las, Ex.- '20; Sgt. W. Muldoon, '18; Sgt. pulling for him not to "make" any Eddie Amaral, '16, and Frank Boone, Stanford teams that play us. '14, being members of the party. One Alvin McCarthy was numbered can well imagine how they must have among the many whose services Uncle enthused while punching the bag about Sam can dispense with for the time be- the good old days. ing. Al has decided to lower the H. C. Lieut. Charles Murphy is at Camp of L. by turning rancher. He is taking Lee, Virginia, awaiting his discharge a course at Davis Farm. from the service.

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the days of the S. A. T. C. dropped off students. Of late years he had resided for a short stay on his way to Santa in San Francisco, where he numbered Barbara. his friends by the thousand. Louie Bergna is still a "gob", thriv- The names of Lieutenant Bradley ing on the salt breezes over on Goat Sargent Jr., Sergt, M. E. Reams and Leo Island. McAuley appeared in the official lists Tom Conneally is out of the service among those slain during the closing and at his home in Los Angeles. He days of the war. Lieut. Sargent, who was a member of the Aero Corps of the received the D. S. C. for gallantry in Navy, making sixteen trips through the action, was graduated with the class of war zone as convoy. Just before his 1913. He was the son of another hon- discharge, Tom was active in scout duty ored alumnus of Santa Clara, Judge B. off New York Harbor. Persistent ru- V. Sargent of San Francisco. "Babe" mor has it that Tom is engaged—for Reams was one of the most prominent the present in the automobile business, students here some ten years ago, and for the future, in delicate and a more Leo McAuley 's passing will be regret- and binding undertaking. The Red- ted particularly by his college mates of wood sends greetings and best wishes. that same period. "We certainly were glad to welcome Robert Flood, a graduate of the 1913 one "Dope" Moran, Lieutenant of In- class, was called out of this life shortly fantry and important cog in this man's after the dawn of the New Year, his Army. Frank has had all kinds of suc- death following a lingering illness of cess in the service and likes it so well many months. Bob will always be re- that he contemplates taking the Exes membered for his kindly, genial ways for West Point. Go to it, "Dope", we and for the spirit of loyalty that char- are all for you acterized him. While at Santa Clara Tames B. O'Connor. he was an actor of no mean ability, and athletic annals record his prowess in various lines of sport. Beneath a care- free exterior, beat a heart with the no- IN MEMORIAM. blest of impulses and the sincere faith It is our sad duty to record the of a child. Bob's untimely passing, al- deaths of several of our Alumni. Rev. though not unforeseen, proved a shock

Vincent Testa, S. J., passed away on to a large circle of friends. December 27th, at the age of seventy- Numbered among the latest victims eight. He had served for many years as of the Flu was Paul Dolen. He was a Treasurer of the University and is well member of last year's class and died at remembered by generations of former his home in San Jose a few days ago. 98 THE REDWOOD

An earnest worker and pleasing com- and Law Professor at St. Ignatius Uni- panion, Paul had endeared himself to versity. classmates and teachers alike by his The Redwood, on behalf of the stu- gentle yet manly character. dents, begs to extend condolences to

Word has just come of the death of the grieving relatives and friends of rest in Hon. Joseph H. Beretta '96, a promi- these dear departed. May they nent member of the San Francisco Bar, peace. —H. C. V. —

It is back once more into the civili- within. Our surmise was not unwar- ans, from khaki to mufti, and we enjoy ranted. "At Twenty One" is a story the change. From the scanty number whose words are "little silvery pebbles of Exchanges that strayed here and teasing thoughtful pools into laughing there over our desk—in contrast to the circles". Rather improbable in plot, it way our table was heretofore littered is nevertheless convincingly told. The we were inclined to believe the "War style is easy and natural. "In the had effaced this type of literature. Light of History" and "The Ghost of With sleeves uprolled and an eager Hamlet" are interesting and cleverly grasp on our quill, we had no need of written. The sweet jangling of little plunging boldly "in medias res", as verses here and there, with an easy would the 'Change man of a year or swing and lightsome touch, makes us more ago. Circumstances had made regret to lay the book aside. impossible the pyramid of magazines that might have confronted us and thus frustrated that conventional method A drab-colored little the Exchange editor has of extracting Creighton book, the Chronicle from the pyramid's sub-center some Chronicle seems too aloof. It glittering pearl or other rare jewel. Yet maintains a sort of dignified indiffer- withal it pleased us to see that a few of ence while the ink on the point of our our friends had not abandoned their quill is drying for want of opportunity ships even in these troublesome times. to censure or to praise. The "Sheaf of War Letters", though of an extremely

It was the cover of the personal nature, makes interesting The Young Young Eagle that first reading. But couldn't you give us a Eagle attracted our eye. Its little poetry now and then? It would simplicity and neatness of design gave increase the genuine pleasure we al- promise of much interesting content ways find in perusing you.

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The December issue, a lad who, when called a little gentle- The Villa slender little volume, man, thought the circumstance de- Marion crept into our office manded a battle. from 'way back East, somewhere in the If we wished to be provokingly ju- Keystone State. Like other periodicals venile, we might add: put out by students under the supervi- Thou art but young and thou hast sion of the good Sisters, it is replete much to learn with interesting and suggestive little And many things to hear and under- bits of verse, intermingled with essays stand. and stories. A few pages further on, we found a It has tone, variety and wealth of discussion on our old friend the Flu, literary subject. "the dread disease that has brought so Who would not enjoy: many all over the civilized world to an When the shadows sprinkle the early grave". Light little sketches sunlight like "The Goddess of Dreams", "The And evening succeedeth the day, Town Doctor", "From a Senior's Di- Child-hearts will sail into slum- ary", add much to the attractiveness of ber this little volume. Slumberland far—far—away. And to quote once more Queen of the Angels, Star of the The Christmas number Purple and Morn, of this welcome visitor Gold Cause of our Joy, Immaculate gave us a momentary

born, disappointment in the fact that it con- Wherever, however my hero may tained nothing about Christmas—not be, so much as a bit of verse breathing the Bless him, caress him, Thou Star Yuletide spirit. of the Sea. "The Whirlwind of the Leaves" ap- pealed to us very much. We liked the Our slight difference of opinion lilt of the lines comes in "Woman versus Lady". In the definition of just what the word "Now the branches, dead and sighing Lady stands for, we find: "It does not Whisper softly in the nightime bespeak nobility, virtue and modesty, When among them blow the breezes but simply the pleasurable pursuits of Once so warm, now cold and blight- the idle and useless female." We pre- ing; fer to think it bespeaks the first group And the beauty and the color of qualities, but we will not insist. The Of the leaves are gone forever. connotation of words is not always ab- In the snowdrifts soft embraces solute, as we learn from the case of the Lie the hosts of nature sleeping." :

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We are in accord with your editorial Your short stories are quite above on "Universal Military Training," es the average of most undergraduate lit- pecially in the idea of the system be- erature. However, "Yuletide Stars" ing "sufficiently elastic to provide for borders on the extreme. Listen to this personal inclinations and vocations." "'Bam! Ping! Bang!' went the One does not care to be tied down to report of a revolver." that for which he has no liking. Your Your other contributions are quite up Athletic Department is well developed to your usual high standard. "Told at and good. Mess", a story of East India, is char- acteristically Springhillian—well writ- ten, in an easy, pleasing style, and of choice diction. Comes now for recogni- The Spring Seldom have we come across a more tion one by no means a hillian splendid piece of work, especially in stranger, The Spring- college magazines, than is to be found hillian. It throbs with the Yuletide in "The Poet of the Ukraine". com- spirit from the very beginning, from A plete its pretty and suggestive frontispiece knowledge of the subject, coupled to the end. From its first number, "A with a fine understanding of the art of Christmas Vigil" to its last, "Ex- presenting materials, put this article changes" we were loathe to pause, ex- far above the ordinary. We shall look cept, for the mere lighting of a cigar- forward to the next time you visit us ette, which we left smouldering with the same interest and pleasure throughout its perusal. that accompanied your last. "The Christmas Vigil" is not quite We acknowledge with thanks the re- so good as its length and position as- ceipt of the following: De Paul Miner- sume it to be. We liked far more, the val, Holy Cross Purple, The Stylus, " ". " verses of : Thou Art Beyond Her- Canisius Monthly, Marquette Journal, ald of Peace" is also worthy of men- Creighton Chronicle, Villa Marian, The tion, though a little vague. It might be, however, that the fault lies in the Young Eagle, The Columbiad. reader and not in the lines. —Ben Shutz. RUGBY. Both teams were on the field at 3 :15, eagerly and anxiously waiting for the Taken all in all, our 1918 Football referee's whistle to start hostilities. In Season was a most successful one. a few seconds, real battle for the "With only four veterans registered, a Rugby title of the Pacific Coast was in Captain Korte developed a team full swing. The rainfall of that morn- worthy of its name. Aggressiveness ing had been heavy enough to make the and fighting-spirit were the prominent field soft and soggy. A "forward reasons for its victories, though, per- game" was the result. But as things haps even more important still were progressed, Santa Clara's fast back- the harmony and friendliness that field would not be denied, and they marked the campaign. On account of went through some beautiful passing the very few teams playing the English rushes, which created great excitement game, three contests were arranged among the rooters. with Stanford, the first two serving as The first fifteen minutes of play saw try-outs for the Big Game which was Santa Clara's fighting forwards press- played at Ewing Field. Both prelimin- ing hard on Stanford's goal-line. A aries were won by Santa Clara—8 to 3, number of scrums and line-outs took and 14 to 3. place before our pack could break S. C. 8. Stanford 5. through the enemy's defense. Finally, The Championship Game was played Kerckhoff passed to Korte who man- in San Francisco on the 7th of Decem- aged to swerve and wiggle through for ber, and was for the benefit of the a touch-down. Larrey converted, and United War "Work Community Service. Santa Clara was ahead, 5 to 0. The re-

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mainder of the half brought out a dis- Capt. Korte, Noll and Ferrario; while play of great Rugby by both teams, the in the backfield, Larrey and Judge ball traveling with impartiality from were always conspicuous. one end of the field to the other. A few The line-up : front rank, Ferrario, minutes before Referee Flanagan's O'Connell, Worden; breakaway, Noll,

whistle signaled the end of the first Kerckhoff; lock, Korte , Hovely, half, our backs were given an oppor- Kaney ; wing forward, Whelan,

prettiest rush Baratono ; half, first-five, tunity, and the passing Pipes ; Diaz of the day followed. From a line-out second-five, Larrey ; center-three, on our own thirty-five yard line, Noll Grace ; wings, Judge, Bedolla, Hogan passed to Korte, who, after sprinting full, Volkmar. fifteen yards, passed to Diaz, who in From reports in the newspapers, we turn advanced ten yards and then sent are glad to learn that the public was the ball out to Marty Judge at wing. given reason to see that Rugby is the Each pass was perfectly timed and best form of football, for player and lightning fast. Marty then tore off spectator alike. Let us all pull together forty yards to a touch-down, with three that the good old game may be with us Stanford men close at his heels. From once again when the season returns. a difficult angle, Larrey failed to con- BASKET-BALL. vert and the first half ended with S. C. leading, 8 to 0. Prospects are bright for a big year in The second half began with Stanford basket-ball. Through the efforts of Fr. making a desperate effort to score McElmeel, Moderator of Athletics, and but they were helpless before the dead- the energy of Student-Manager Jim ly tackling of the Missionites. The O'Connor, the California-Nevada In- game progressed, with no great advant- tercollegiate Basket-Bali League has age for either side until a scrum was been re-organized and keen competition formed on our five-yard line and Stan- is expected in this line of sport. At a ford took a brace and scored when recent meeting held in Oakland, repre- Sheldon, their first-five, picked up the sentatives of the colleges forming the ball from a loose ruck and plunged league, succeeded in drawing up a very over the line. The try was converted satisfactory schedule of games. and the score read 8 to 5 in our favor. For the first time in seven years For the rest of the game, Stanford was Santa Clara and St. Mary 's College will on the defensive, and it was only the meet in an intercollegiate contest. This slippery condition of the field that pre- game will undoubtedly create no little vented Santa Clara from further scor- interest among students and partisans ing. of the two institutions. Our diplomatic Among the forwards, the stars were Manager, when interviewed by the Re- 104 THE REDWOOD

porter of Athletics, announced the fol- Joe, as he will always be remembered lowing schedule of games: as one of the very best Athletic Man- Jan. 25th—College of Pacific, at Pa- agers Santa Clara has ever had. Since cific. his graduation, Joe has always kept in Feb. 4th—Stanford, at Stanford. touch with the doings of his Alma Feb. 11th—California, at Santa Mater, being particularly interested in Clara. the athletic career of the University. Feb. 15th—U. of Nevada, at Reno. The new coach is well versed in the ins Feb. 22nd—St. Mary's, at Santa and outs of the National Game, and will Clara. not have much difficulty in developing March 11th—Davis Aggies, at Santa a winning team. Thanks to his tactful Clara. management, the San Francisco Seals Up to date, the Varsity has played have contracted to do their training three practice games, two with the San this spring in our neighborhood ; they Jose Y. M. C. A., and the other with are to put up in San Jose, but will use the 44th Machine Gun team from the the Varsity field and training quarters S. F. Presidio. We lost the first game for their daily work-out. This will not to the "Y" by two points; but a week only provide our men with some high- later had little trouble in defeating the class competition, but will enable same aggregation by a comfortable Sneeze to brush up on the baseball lore score, on their home court. The game he may have allowed to slip since grad- with the soldiers was an easy victory uating. for Santa Clara, the score being 64 to The following men are working for 24. positions on the Varsity: The team is working under the direc- Pitchers: "Big" Tom Hickey, Ken. tion of N. Korte, and with such men as Berg, Guichon and Jack O'Neil. Whelan, Ferrario, Paul O'Neil, Peras- Catchers: Larrey and Fat Ferrario. sa, Guichon and Captain Diaz, to say For the other jobs: Clark, Paul nothing of Manelli who will soon be re- O'Neil, Chase, Brown, Neary, Perassa, leased from the Navy, a quintet of O'Connell, Judge, Becker, Korte, Con- championship calibre is assured. neally, McSweeny, Bedolla and Ma- BASEBALL. nelli. —D. Diaz. Our 1919 Baseball Season should be a success for several reasons. First of PREPS. all, is the fact that Joseph Ramon Aur- recoechea, better and more convenient- The Preps have entered the basket- ly known as "Joe Sneeze", is to be our ball season with unlimited interest and coach. enthusiasm. Every day finds some Old-timers need no introduction to players homiding the ball on the court THE REDWOOD 105

in preparation for oncoming events. So Cameron attracted universal attention far but a few games have been played from the fact that he always played the with outsiders. From now on however, ball and not his man. the schedule is well crowded with MIDGETS. promising contests. Polytechnic High at San Francisco, offers its services on The Midgets have turned out good Saturday, January 25th. and strong for the above-mentioned The individual players for the Preps sport. Regan, 'Sullivan, Corbett, are as follows : Chase and Falvey, for- Volkmar and Pipes form an aggrega-

wards ; A. "Walsh, center ; Neary and tion sufficiently strong for all hostile Mollen, guards. purposes. Regan's and 'Sullivan's

Pashburg is worrying around on basket-shooting is one of the principal crutches endeavoring to keep a badly supports of the team, while the excel- twisted ankle off the ground. This gen- lent guarding devices employed by tleman leaves the forward position va- Volkmar, O'Brien and Pipes are cal- cant, a place difficult to fill at the culated to mystify the most efficient present time. Chase has developed to opponent. great advantage at the front position, Our youngest team is known as the while Falvey, his running mate, is not Pygmies. These redoutable contestants far behind in the race. Neary and Mol- invaded the precincts of Santa Clara len are invaluable as guards, the lat- High School in a mighty attempt to ter 's "bullet pass" being something overthrow a team much superior in worth watching. Walsh is generally at weight and longevity. The struggle home on the court, and finds something was terrific. Like the brave Belgians, to do every second. the Pygmies stood one solid, impene- On January 18th, the Prep team suc- trable force, and like the Belgians they cumbed before the football charges of were overwhelmed by superior organi- "Mountain View Unlimited". With zation and sheer bulk. The official Falvey and Pashburg out, our home scorer demanded an adding machine, boys contended in a fast, interesting and the referee a new whistle, while the struggle. Though the odds were bleachers got up and waddled home- against them, the Preps still managed ward. The final score we do not at- to distinguish between out and out tempt to calculate, but we are certain football and the so-called game of bas- that deep down in the hearts of our ketball. The score at the end of the Pygmies, the lurid fires of revenge are second half was 37 to 20, in favor of the burning fiercely, awaiting only the mo- visitors. Mountain View possesses a ment for the return game. team superior in weight and altitude. Neary. 106 THE REDWOOD

NEW BLEACHERS. their stead before the next season came Through the foresight of Father around. But then the stress of war be- President, the foot-ball turf is to be gan to tell and the project had to be finally surrounded by bleachers. It will abandoned, like numerous others, for mark the coming true of a dream that more essential and bigger things. long since has been in the minds of Father Murphy lost no time in the mat- ter, ardent followers of Santa Clara in all once the opportunity came. Palo her athletics. For years, ever since the Alto seemed, of the nine bidders, to be the Cardinal and the Red and White met in most formidable contender, yet their annual big game of Rugby, we their bid fell far below that of the Uni- versity. have visualized a modern football field, No more the standing popu- lace with tier upon tier of spectators tense at the football games. From the in the interest, excited below on the substantial bleachers of the baseball carefully marked green. And now our field, around the southern extremities of the football turf to Coward's dream is to merge into a reality. Bob Recently, when the bids for the build- sheep corral, will rise the new bleach- ings at Camp Fremont were opened, the ers. University proved the highest of the It will mark the beginning of a pros- nine bidders for the bleachers around perity in Santa Clara's athletic annals the athletic field, offering $800 for the heretofore unrealized. It will fill a long whole. As they now stand on the field, felt want, for a suitable field in these the seats will accomodate 8,000 people, parts to stage High School contests for invites but it is the purpose of Father Murphy championships, and Santa Clara to erect at the present time seating all such. capacity for 4,000. To Fr. Murphy the Redwood extends At the conclusion of the 1917 season the thanks of the Student Body for the the old seating accomodations were needed improvement he has brought to torn down. It was the plan of Father Santa Clara. Sullivan to have new ones built in —H. C. Veit. CONTENTS

the Harbinger (Verse) - Henry C. Veit 106

THE LAST OF THE FIRST Francis M. Conneally 108

THE BRACELET James R. Enright 115

A TRIBUTE - T. Mervyn Kaney 117

PRO PATRIA (Verse) - Henry C. Veit 119

INDEPENDENCE OF IRELAND - Martin M. Murphy 120

THE NEOPHYTE Henry C. Veit 12.?

The Haven (Verse) Harry J. Gassett 126

EDITORIAL 127

UNIVERSITY NOTES 130

ALUMNI 134

EXCHANGES 139

ATHLETICS 142

IMAGINARY CORRESPONDENCE Thomas E. Whelan 147 VARSITY BASKETBALL TEAM ;

Entered Dec. 18, 1902. at Santa Clara, Cal., as second-class matter, under Act of Congress of March 3, 1879

VOL. XVIII SANTA CLARA, CAL., MARCH 1919 . NO. 3

QIlj? ifarbtttger

LILTING song from tke trees above Beguiles this Keart of mine,

As morning climbs tke dewy Kills

Wkere clustering jewels sKine ;

Tke day is young, tke year is young,

And tke bird's gay message, clear :

"Tke fair days, tke rare days, Tke mellow days are near !"

He sings of enckantment soon to be, My karbinger of Spring Wken tke dreaming eartk skall know rebirtk, And fledglings take to wing.

"Tke rare days, tke fair days, Tke mellow days are near, And sunlit kours in golden bowers !"

Tkis is tke song I kear.

HENRY C. VEIT ; — —

The Last of the First

Francis M. Conneally.

HE welcoming portals of dent of the first class that was ever Santa Clara University formed in Santa Clara?" swung wide to receive "It is—but let us go out there," him, the son of her ear- he pointed to a shady tree,—"and I'll

—jjy_, liest years—truly the tell you a story or two, for I know Y^fi Last of the First. I met from your very look that you would not d&J * him in the garden during be bored—will you come?" *^ 18 a rambling stroll. He sat I needed no coaxing, for my interest beneath the shade of a vine-covered ar- had been aroused ; I was eager for some bor gazing reminiscently upon the Old "dope" on the boys of the beginning. Mission. No doubt the days of long ago So there in the college garden we chat- were being conjured up in memory ted for several hours : Colonel W. H. when I so rudely interrupted him. Menton, of the Class of '51, and the As I stood stupidly by, trying to lowly scribe, an aspirant of the year phrase a suitable introduction by of grace 1920. which to pave the way to lengthy con- "I came to California," began the versation, he turned from his reverie Colonel, as he flicked the ashes of his and then I felt such formality was un- pipe, "when I was but two years old, necessary. For I saw in that congenial having gotten interested in the affairs face a certain something which marks of this life in Chili. It was in 1845 that the loyal son of Alma Mater, and 1 I took my first look at Santa Clara Val- knew full well that here was just "one ley and you may be sure it was then of the boys". a very quiet place—wide areas of uncul- "Hello there, young man—are you tivated land, roaming cattle, and a few too viewing the beauties of the old gar- Spaniards with their Indians. Oh, my den? Or are you seeking refuge from boy, those were the days—days of some tedious class?" tranquility Now I was doubly certain that he He stopped short—had he seen that was "one of them", so I seated myself half-concealed yawn! unceremoniously. "But you do not want to hear me "Sir," I addressed him, "is it a fact ramble along about the Valley—Ah, I that you are the oldest surviving stu- know what you are thinking—what did

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the fellows do here in College in the does. During the course of the con- young fifties? Was their base-ball team versation which followed, Father No- any good? or was the town as large bili mentioned that he was about to be- then as it is at present?—But have pa- gin a school at the Mission and that he tience, comrade, I'll hurry to that." wanted to have both of the boys as his I muttered— a lame excuse, but he pupils. Of course, when I heard this knew "Well, why shouldn't he?—he I bounded away to spread the good "wenLhere," didn't he? news to my brother. We were going to "I'll never forget the first time I school. Visions of happiness never be- saw the founder of this, California's fore experienced came before our

Pioneer University, good Father Nobili. youthful minds. So it was not long He was a fine man, the Lord have mer- after that two pairs of varsity pants cy on his soul. It was soon after our were made for us and off to school we house had been completed, (which was, went. by the way, the first wooden structure "There in the little room attached between the Mission and Alviso), that to the Old Mission seven youths came I met Santa Clara's greatest man. by day to master the intricacies of the "One afternoon I was playing with Alphabet. There were only seven, Car- my brother, Hugh, and a neighbor's los Forbes, Alexander Forbes, Jose Pie- boy, in the grass which grew close by nedo, Francisco Alviso, Albert Bas- the house. While tumbling about I no- comb, my brother and myself. Here ticed a lone horseman coming through we struggled to acquire the correct pro- the meadow. As he drew closer I saw nunciation of those simple sentences in that his broad-brimmed black hat was our Primer. How that Castilian accent much unlike the sombrero of the Span- persisted in thwarting our mighty ef- ish cabelleros I had seen at the Mis- forts! It was hard—and my earlier sion. My curiosity became aroused, visions of happiness began to fade as and, like the small boy of all times, I the lessons increased in difficulty. moved closer to the house—determined "In the following year, 1851, when to miss nothing. The rider drew up at the first Legislature convened in Mon- the front door, for gates and fences terey, then the Capital of the state of were as yet to appear on the scene. My California, the little school was incor- father was in and came to the door. porated as a College. With an expression of surprise he "To think that I should live to see greeted the visitor: these magnificent structures rise out of " 'Father Nobili—and how are you the dust of the old adobe walls—to see to-day—do come in'—They entered the such advancement in science and learn- house and I moved just a bit closer to ing taught where I first struggled with listen—the way a small boy always my A, B, C's. : " — '

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1 "My boy," he placed his hand upon ' Surely there must have been a fam- my shoulder in a "big-brotherly" fash- ily of Celtic origin;" for, naturally I ion, "I envy you—education in my thought that element all important for early years was a difficult thing to get. "starting things". And, to my com- "We had to endure hardships and make plete satisfaction he mentioned the sacrifices to attend our classes. But name of a Murphy and an O'Brien or to-day, with the progress of years you two. have your future in your very hands "Now, the market place was an im- I hope that you realize your golden op- portant section of the town, being situ- portunity. ated in the Plaza. It was likewise the True enough,—I did—or perhaps I scene of many a bull-fight, and many a thought I did—but, strange to say, I cock-fight, besides other Spanish was not as attentive as I should have games. But aside from the worldly been, for I had begun to wonder just contests held there, the good padres what kind of place this must have been waged a war,—a spiritual battle,—and in that far-off day. sought to save the soul of the ignorant But I did not have to wait long be- Indian and the haughty Spaniard. On fore all my unspoken questions were such feast days as Corpus Christi and answered. the like, the little Mission was as im- "With most vivid description he de- pressive in its way as the most elabor- picted the scenes of former days, and ate and massive cathedral in America. especially the "metropolis" of the "Of course there was a scarcity of Mission. "The entire town could be soda fountains, but such things as bev-

put in your foot-ball field and you erage parlors existed ; there was also a would still have good farm land left. dancing pavillion and a building where The pueblo, consisting of adobe build- games of Spanish origin reigned su- ings—piles of mud—was situated in preme. The blacksmith and saddle- front of the present Administration maker occupied a corner, while the Building. General Merchandise store was wedged "The sky line was never astounding, in between the flour mill and a family nor were the structures extremely im- dwelling. Then, oh yes, there was the pressive—but, son, everything must Mexican tannery, whose presence we have a beginning. Now, the principal noted when a change of wind took families who held the reins of the local place. Its odors came wafted upon the government in their hands were the breezes into our study rooms and dor- Castros, Alvisos, Valindas, Arguellos mitory, which were in the upper portion and Berryessas." of the old California Hotel. How ve I concurred for "peace sake"—but hemently we used to denounce the fra-

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And with my thoughts diverted to amount in all sports—and I believe we the present day, I muttered: "How his- had as much fun then, cooped up, as !" tory doth repeat itself you have today,—don't you think?" "Down further, where the Second Before I could frame a diplomatic re- Mission was thrown down by the earth- ply, the Colonel proceeded: quake in 1812, a few of the old settlers "Do you know, my son, when I saw had erected their humble homes, not the various entrances and the scarcity wishing to move, but choosing to re- of high fences, I was not exactly cer- main near the spot they held so sa- tain of my bearings. We were actually cred. walled in, and there was only one en- "Now, looking to the north a bit, one trance, serving at the same time as an would see the Indian quarters. I do exit—but, inevitably a watchful padre not recall the exact number, but I stood sentinel. We got out by special think I should be safe in saying that permission from the 'folks at home', there were about sixteen hundred. But or when a picnic took us to Murphy's these poor neophytes did not long sur- ranch near Sunnyvale. And upon our vive the encroachment of the white return we had to stand search for con- man. Even while I was young it was traband goods in the form of cigarettes not an extraordinary thing to see the or love letters. In fact all of our mail parish priest bury from six to ten a was subjected to the strict eye of the day." censor, and if fault were to be found —A strange coincidence came to my with the ardent expressions of youth's mind—the poor Indians,—the present throbbing heart, the precious epistles inhabitants—and the Flu. I did not were consigned to the flames. But tarry, however, for my ear had caught where there is a will there is a way a familiar note in the Colonel's speech. and we had a way. Despite all the vig- "Did you ever play Shinny-on-your- ilance we had many a quiet smoke and own-side here in the yard? or have they often enjoyed the affectionate outbursts abolished that good old game?" I of our imaginary sweethearts. picked the first member of the dis- "How did we do it?"—Here the junctive question and answered in the Colonel shook with convulsive laugh- negative. ter, his eyes sparkling with good-natur- "Imagine how a number of boys, as ed boyish glee. we were, not having the various sports "Over there in the northwest corner that prevail at present, would go to it of the inner campus, where your state- in a game of 'Base' or indulge in foot ly Auditorium building now stands, we races. Since ours was a secluded life, had our private post-office and general with little of the outside world to be merchandise store. There was one par- enjoyed, the spirit of rivalry was par- ticular board in that old high fence —"

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which was not totally embedded in the long tables in our refectory used to ground. A clump of weeds hid it from groan under the weight of real home- inquisitive eyes on the outside, while made products. Now and again, when on the inside we had placed a very large the weather would permit, we used to timber, serving a double purpose—as a go to Murphy's ranch on picnics, or seat and as camouflage. On this rough during fruit season to Shuete's or-

timber the ardent students would sit, chards, where we loaded up on every working most diligently—that is, to available species of fruit that this val- judge by outward appearances. But ley had to offer. True, no one ever behind those books were pairs of fur- hailed the infirmarian for a tonic or

tive eyes. Now a glance over the top pill for loss of appetite ; the usual cases of the book, then a side-long expectant were the result of over-stocking. No, one for the in-coming mail or parcel we did not have to Hooverize in those post tobacco. It was strange indeed days as we have had to recently. that just those who were not famous "And now that you speak of that all for their application inevitably chose important article which is of so much this spot to delve into the realms of interest to the student, it brings to my Mathematics or Rhetoric. In those days, memory an incident which occurred not the day scholar and the boarder work- so very long ago. ed well together. Strange to say, the "In our day, testimonials for good good prefect Father Caredda, for all conduct were given out each month, his eagle eye never detected it." and when the time came for the pick- "Did very many of the boys climb ing of the olives in the College or- over the fence, Colonel?" chard, those whose good behaviour had "Many!" he expostulated, "not any merited the cards, were allowed to as- —for expulsion was a subject for sec- sist in picking olives. It was consid- ond thought!" ered a favor. I happened to be here "And—er—er—the quality of the— some years ago, during Father Kenna's "Food—I know what strikes home to time, and after lunch we came out here every student. Yes, they fed us well where the padres have their recreation. good, substantial, nourishing food; not An unusual thing for me,—I told this fancy trimmings and side-dishes that little story about the olive picking and appeal to the eye, but the coarse fare one of the Fathers, a late arrival from that builds up the growing boy. Like the Emerald Isle said: 'Colonel, I sup- all other boys, though, we thought that pose that while you were picking those the cooks had quite a number of unne- olives you accidentally put a goodly cessary fast days. However, they al- number into your mouth.' ways made up by a feast day for what " 'Oh, no, Father,' I replied, 'we was wanting on the fast days. Those were too honorable to do anything like "

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that'.—Evidently he had never eaten a the crime was able to tie the meat se- green olive." curely to the end of the rope, and by And so we chatted, drifting from in- means of a stout cord an appetizing cident to incident. He told of the the- piece was allowed to hang some four or atricals that were staged, such as Ham- five feet above the ground. Having let, the Merchant of Venice, and vari- completed the first step in their crime ous comedies, and in the course of the the two villains stealthily betook them- names, mentioned one which I had nev- selves to the dormitory. When all were er heard of before—it was "Three-Eyed resting sonorously in their respective Dick." I asked if it was written by nocturnal abodes, something happened one of the students. —yes, just naturally happened. "No—by a master—a famous man. "The danes in their prowlings had You don't mean to say you have never scented the aroma of fresh meat and it read it?" I admitted my negligence, appealed strongly to their canine sense stating that I had never even heard of of taste. So each time their white fangs it. endeavored to annex the meat, the bell "Have you ever read Richard III?" pealed forth. he asked, with a smile stealing over his Pandemonium broke loose—shouts of face. fire broke the reverential silence of "Yes, but—well—oh— the Mission. The boys and padres Plainly, it was "one on me." rushed wildly about and the fire gang Then it was a story—of student's from the town came clattering down deviltry. the street to save the historic buildings "In the center of the old yard, over of the college—but the fire could not near the gymnasium there was a bell— be located. So we went back to bed which by the way was to be rung only again. Of course the detective force of as a fire alarm. A slender rope dangled the College were put on the scent of just out of the average boy's reach; so the culprits ; but they failed utterly. it was never in danger of being pulled. No one would ever have known, outside Well, one evening, just before the of the pair of miscreants, if "Gus" watchman allowed his two Great Danes Sprivilo had not told it at an Alumni to patrol the yard, Augustus Sprivilo Banquet. The only reference to his and a boy whom I knew very, very well, partner in crime was that he was pres- procured some fresh meat from the kit- ent at the table and had very, very chen. Passing by the study-hall with white hair." cautious step they reached the gym in Here the Colonel ran his fingers safety. Here was to be the scene of through a snowy mass of soft white some villainy. By mounting "Gus" hair,—and smiled.

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rupted at this juncture by the peals of "Nevertheless, my boy, I am thank- the dinner bell.—It was unfortunate, ful to the good Lord that He has given and I said, "Oh, that's alright, Colonel, me my measure of life, and especially I'd much rather listen".—But he knew this opportunity of coming back to better Santa Clara, where I see, after a short "What—Ha, my son, you feel just spell of sixty-nine years the same kind- the same as I do—always did feel hun- ly spirit that guided me on in my early gry along about dinner time, even when youth. I was a youngster." "When I first came here, my bag- We parted, but I saw him again as gage and self were carried by a 'chari- he was leaving. ot and four'—a clumsy wooden caretta "Do you know," he said as I greeted and four abominably slow oxen ; —and him before he started for the station, now I am leaving in a luxuriously-fitted "I was very much disturbed a few min- modern coach. But even though the in- utes ago. I bade good-bye to one of ventions of man have made this age a the good padres and he said, 'Well if more practical one, and though in our the dear old Colonel isn't breaking day we lacked advantages that you now camp.' It sounded pleasing, but not possess, yet there is something which entirely so. The 'dear' part of it I will we have in common. It is our love for tolerate, and I admit the 'colonel' is a the kindly interest of those devoted reminder of '61, but sometimes I am teachers whose lives have been given not exactly pleased with the adjective, to the education of the young. That 'old.' And why should I be?—sure, spirit, the 'family' spirit, which pre- I'm only a young man as yet. Why, it vailed in the early days is now just as

was only a year ago that the Alumni evident and it will survive as long as Club of San Francisco gave a banquet Santa Clara is a Jesuit University in honor of my seventy-fifth birthday. but here, I must be getting on—well, I content myself, however, with the good bye and good luck to you, com- idea that Father B. was only jesting rade!" when he called me old. And so the two "chums" parted. !.

The Bracelet

James R. Enright.

T was a pretty thing, with and fro, when he felt a hand slip into

its dull glitter of beaten his pocket. gold. The antiquarian Quickly reaching down he grasped

said that it had been the an arm and as his hand slid down to- property of As-Tarah, wards the wrist,—by its slimness he the Egyptian princess in knew it to be a woman's arm,—his fin- the time of Rameses II. gers encountered a bracelet. It was covered with Instantly he straightened and shut square knobs of about a quarter of an his eyes in pain. He knew the bracelet inch across, and presented a striking It had square blocks around it. It was contrast to the smooth trinkets with his wife who was the pick-pocket which it lay. Many thoughts rushed through his Harry McGrover, of the Secret Ser- brain. Should he arrest her here? vice, thought it a fine present for his But that would not do. He loved his wife's birthday, and accordingly pur- wife too well and now that he knew— chased it. He gave it to her at supper She could not get away, as she lived that evening and went out early to with him and he could get her any start on a fresh trail of the woman time. He could not bear even to look thief who was working in the subways. at her face. Thus far, she had always escaped de- In his intense agony of thought he tection, though more than once Mc- gripped the arm hard and felt his Grover had been on the same car with thumb nail sink into the tender flesh, her. but not a sound did she make. Then, Two days elapsed. On this particu- as if all the strength had left him he lar afternoon, McGrover had forsaken loosed his grip and the arm slipped home food for the handier, if less sat- away, leaving the bracelet in his isfactory, Hanover's Quick Lunch. hand. He put it into his pocket and Wiping a few pie crumbs from his vis- wiped the blood off his thumb. age, he stepped out on the street and At the office, he could not collect his headed for the sub-way to go to Brook- thoughts, but went around in a des- lyn. He was in the jam, good natured- pairing stupor, dreading the inevitable ly allowing the crowd to jostle him to first meeting with his wife. The court

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stenographer had just telephoned that was no mark of fingers or cuts to mar she had met with an accident and could its perfect whiteness. "With a cry of not come to work for a day or so. Mc- joy he folded her in his arms and tak- Grover, glad of some diversion, took ing out the bracelet told her the story. her place and wrote—wrote—Avrote, the She smiled and cried as he told it, rest of the day. then regarded the bracelet with a puz- He could never tell how he got home zled frown. without breaking down entirely, and "That is not the one you gave me," when he opened the door and saw his she cried. "You had my initials en- wife seated on the couch and crying, it graved on the inner side. There are wrung his heart. none on this. ' "Harry!" she sobbed, as she rose to It was true. McGovern hastily ex- meet him, "I know you will never for- cused himself and taking his hat, hailed give me, but I must tell you some- the nearest taxi. thing!" • • * # McGrover's pallid lips managed to "Why, yes," the antiquarian was articulate, "What?" telling him. "A copy was made of it "I went shopping to-day and some- for a girl who wanted to send it as a one stole my bag and the bracelet you present to her cousin in England. Let's gave me was in it!" see—Oh ! Yes ! It was ordered by Miss Quickly he picked up her arm. There Van Buren, the court secretary!" A TRIBUTE

On Monday morning, Febru- ary the seventeenth, the stu- dents of the University of Santa Clara were greatly shocked to learn of the rather sudden and wholly unexpected death of one of their number, Frank de Lemos of Hayward, California. On the Saturday evening pre- vious he had met with a rather serious accident, having been hurled from the step of a street ear by a passing automobile. While his injuries were quite serious, no one had any idea they would terminate so fatally. As he had passed a good day Sunday, those at- tending him entertained little doubt of his speedy recovery. During the day he had been visited by his lather, who returned to his home satisfied with his son's condition. Despite all these assurances, how- ever, toward nightfall he grew rapidly worse, and the University chaplain was hurriedly sent for. Arriving at his bedside, the chaplain saw that life was ebbing fast away, and after a few consoling and cheering words suggested that he receive the Last Sacraments. Knowing little of his true condition, Frank was astonished hut readily and cheerfully consented. After receiving the Viaticum and Extreme Unction he began to realize that his hour of death was at hand, and set himself fervently to prepare. He remained conscious, even cheerful, to the end; and forti- fied with all the consolations of Holy Mother Church, he went with light heart to meet his Maker. During his three years at Santa Clara. Frank Clemente de Lemos proved himself a loyal and worthy son of his Alma Mater, and by his many virtues had endeared himself to both student body and faculty alike. His manly ways, studious habits and gentlemanly conduct were admired by all. He was a musician of rare ability and was ever will- ing to give his time to entertain others. His spirit of self-sacrifice and generosity in all things was the keynote of his character. Little won- der, then, that his untimely passing should bring a pall of sorrow over his classmates and fellow students. The true family spirit of Santa Clara manifested itself in this sad bereavement by the personal grief of every member of the Student Body and the expressions of their sympathy for his parents in the beau- tiful floral tributes. Mass offerings and Holy Communions offered for the repose of his soul. No doubt those of us who felt this shock most severely were the members of the Freshman class,—his class mates,—to whom he was bound by even closer ties than to the other students. The entire class attended the funeral in a body, and members of the class acted as pall bearers. Thus has passed from our midst one whom we loved and admired, and we take this opportunity to extend such condolence and expres- sions of sympathy as may be possible by mere words to his bereaved parents, relatives and friends. May he rest in peace. On the morning after Frank's death, the Freshmen held a special meeting at which the following resolutions were passed: WHEREAS, Almighty God, according to the inscrutable decrees of His Infinite Wisdom, has seen fit to call to Himself, our beloved friend and classmate, Frank Clemente de Lemos, and WHEREAS, Our deceased comrade by his studious habits, kindly ways and gentlemanly conduct had greatly endeared himself to the student body of this University and especially to us, the mem- bers of the Freshman Class of the University of Santa Clara, be it therefore RESOLVED, That we take this occasion to extend to the sorrowing parents and relatives of our departed friend our deepest sympa- thy and heartfelt condolence for the sad bereavement that has come to them and we pray that Almighty God in His tender mercy will whisper to them the words of comfort that at such a time can come from no human lips, and be it further RESOLVED, That we send some suitable floral tribute in token of re- gard and affection and heartfelt sorrow for the loss of our

friend ; that we go to Holy Communion in a body for the repose

of his soul ; and that we offer a number of Masses that Almighty God may grant him eternal rest and let perpetual light shine upon Him, and be it finally RESOLVED, That we send a copy of these resolutions to the parents of our beloved classmate and submit another copy of same to the Editor of the Redwood for publication in the next issue. Respectfully submitted and signed by the FRESHMAN COMMITTEE: T. MERVYN KANEY, LOUIS JAMES TRABUCOO, CLETUS S. SULLIVAN. —T. Mervvn Kanev. —

ro latrta

RAVELY Ke treads trie darkness,

For a mist enshrouds his eyes,

While floods of light pour round him

From golden springtime skies.

Blind though his eyes forever

Sad wage for a hero's part

Yet the warmth of a grateful country's love

Makes sunshine in his heart.

HENRY C. VEIT

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Independence for Ireland

Martin M. Murphy.

OR several weeks now, to a fight for freedom which they were Ireland has called herself denied at home,—English politicians a republic. How long have betrayed, despoiled and depopu-

she will remain so, is a lized the Irish home-land. All this is answer. hard question to plain history, known to all but the this much is certaiii But hopelessly ignorant. It is not denied the Irish people have as by the English themselves. Nor can it much right to a republic be said that such tyranny existed only as America or any other nation has to in the old days when the spirit of intol- its particular form of government. In- erance and persecution was general all deed, it would not require any special over Europe. True it is that in recent pleading to prove that Irish rights in years Ireland has not been sacked nor this matter are superior to those of sev- eral nationalities for whom famous have her women and children been statesmen are now claiming complete wantonly murdered, as of old; yet autonomy. crimes equally atrocious in principle In the first place, Ireland has never have been committed in times near our been treated with even a decent semb- own. It is not so very long since offi- lance of justice by her political mas- cial persecution of Ireland's national ters. For me to expatiate on the tradi- religion was ended. Only in compara- tional Irish policy of the English gov- tively modern times did her people win ernment would be like throwing an ex- the privilege of buying back their own tra drop of water on a drowned rat; lands from those who had seized them. for the persecution and systematic rob- And so too in the matter of education, bery of her island neighbor forms the Irish youths may now enjoy rights blackest page in England's history. which were denied them seventy or Ever since Cromwell ravaged the land, eighty years ago. Priests may now murdering men, women, yes, and even perform their holy office without fear little children, because forsooth "nits of interruption from professional make lice", up to a recent day when priest-hunters. Yet nearly all of these the bait of Home Rule was held before reforms were effected within the last

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memory of former wrongs should be they not be more so in their own coun- still fresh in the Celtic heart. try? To come down to our own day, have But, what is even more important in we not seen much during the past four view of principles held in high honor years? Irish patriots have been cast at the present time, old Ireland has into prison without even a charge never lost her national spirit. Hun- placed against them, and left to rot dreds of years of systematic effort to there as was the custom so often ad- crush her have served only to strength- vantageously practised before the Mag- en the nation's will never to relinquish na Charta. We have seen some mur- her precious heritage. As a result, the dered according to law, and others bru- Irish are to-day a people as distinct tally butchered in the streets. England from the English as are the Germans

still practises the time-hallowed cus- from the French ; and no matter what tom of taxing her dependent to the limit England may concede in the way of of the latter 's resources and of dump- partial independence, this distinctive ing on her a virtual army of occupation spirit can rest satisfied with nothing under the pretense of keeping order. short of autonomous nationhood. And by way of adding insult to injury, Great Britain entered the war osten- she accuses her victim of treason and of sibly for the purpose of defending a failure to do her share in the World weak nation, and later declared one of War. her aims to be to grant every people Can reason expect that the hatred the right of self-determination. By her which such wrongs could not but en- silence she approved the Wilson princi- gender in a naturally proud and self- ple that all just government requires reliant race is going to be completely the consent of the governed and that effaced, no matter what tardy retribu- therefore no nation should be forced tion may be made? And with such under a sovereignty it detests. If this feelings existing, there can never be principle be not applied to Ireland, England will have to drop the mask. real union and harmony between the Sordid self-interest, jealousy and worse two countries. This consideration alone passions will have to be acknowledged should go a long way toward gaining as her real motive for entering the war. independence for Ireland. Her oft-proclaimed horror of Germa- Canada, New Zealand and Australia ny's conduct toward Belgium will are all but independent of the Mother prove to have been a piece of shameless Country, and these colonies are to a hypocrisy. In short, if Ireland is great extent inhabited by people of forced back to the old status, the "Peo- Celtic origin. If they are so capable of ple's War" shall have been fought in self government abroad, why should vain ; for if the principle is disregarded 122 THE REDWOOD

in her case it will not hold with Russia the sun ; her sons and lovers every- and Poland, or with Italy and the where will thank God for the justice Jugo-Slavs. But this cannot and must that enables her to stand in conscious not be. In such an event Germany pride among the free peoples of earth could claim in all truth that commercial —"a nation once again"; while Eng- rivalry rather than Britain's concern land's true interests will at the very for small nations allied her against the least suffer no more than they have in Teuton war-lords. the bitter hatred of past conditions. To me at least, the case is clear-cut. And she will secure this great advant-

England must recognize the Republic age among others : —she will no longer of Ireland or else brand herself as the provoke the mirth of nations when it most brazen of hypocrites. If she suits her to pose as the champion of the chooses the right course, the oldest na- weak and oppressed. tion in Europe will take her place in '

The Neophyte

Henry C. Veit.

HE Cedric, a white yacht have lately acquired is apt to make you of the Vanderbilt type, forget almost everything." lay at anchor on the pla- Unconsciously the son bent his gaze cid surface of the bay. upon the volume in his hand, when the The late summer winds parent arrested his attention. played softly about. Pac- "Let me see that volume." ing a short stretch of the "Our Eternity" was neatly emboss- deck, impatiently strode ed in gilt letters on the cover. Here me- and there he read line or two. a man in white ducks. He was of a dium stature and ordinary mien, but "Tell me now what good do you get with something of the seriousness of a from this." keen business man written in his face. "I like his philosophy, Dad, and As he passed a youth who was leaning then—" meditatively, with elbows on the teak- "But son," interrupted the father, depths wood rail, viewing, in the blue "can't you see you are going wrong by mind beneath, some far-off world his it? This stuff is making you an idle mo- was roaming, the man hesitated a dreamer, leading you through a maze The ment, then continued his pacing. of intangibles. Now I am going to ad- all things man was an embodiment of vise you for the last time to throw all could ouly practical, while the youth this out of your life entirely. Go back dream of remote idealistic conditions to school and continue with your law. which we frail mortals can never hope Every help will be yours for the ask- to attain. ing, but I cannot tolerate your present ''Son," spoke the elder, taking a po- choice. This twaddle belongs at the sition beside the thoughtful figure at bottom of the bay, not in any sane the rail, "has it occurred to you that man's head." ? ' next week you are to return to school The youth remained silent. Perhaps "I must admit, Dad, it had slipped he profited by the admonition, per- my mind." haps he didn't. He gave no outward "I had thought as much," continued token of either.

' the father, ' that Maeterlinck craze you "Spend a week at the ranch and

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clear your mind for good practical ap- II plication." St. James Park might not A sea gull gawked as it fluttered to a have add- crumb floating below. For a moment ed materially to the beauty of the lit- tle University city, albeit its both watched it. with "Don't be like that bird," the father fountains and shaded paths it made an contined, "led on by blind impulse; heroic effort; and though it might not have proven a very acceptable place g ,t at Mie real bottom of things. Study human nature." for a spirited and life-loving people to indulge their whims, it Perhaps it was the change, following yet was a spot his father's advice that had made L. where the lolling element gladly park- Frederick McNab so queer. Everyone ed for their daily gossip. that became intimately acquainted with L. Frederick had decided this was him in daily life was strangely im- quite a nice seclusion for his law study. pressed; not so much by his rather He picked a shaded area and lay his full length upon the cool green, his singular appearance,—although this book "On Contracts" open before him. was in keeping with his eccentric con- The afternoon sun made a checkered victions,—but more by his habits, his pattern on the lawns as it peeked speech and gestures. through the thick clusters of pines and A slightly taciturn nature only in maples. Freddy grew aware of an un- part accounted for the fact that he was natural rustling in the fir above him. walking rapidly frequently discovered Curiously his eye followed the path of down the shaded avenues, arms swing- the sound as his ear directed. On the ing, body rigid and head erect in a lowermost branches, perched on its rather majestic poise, as if he were gaz- haunches was a tiny squirrel nibbling ing far away into the distance and had away at something. Watching the lit- but a few registered moments in which tle animal in deep abstraction, Freddy to arrive there. His laugh, which he forgot that the last of the bench-warm- ers straggled and in their indulged frequently and at the most had away stead had come a lone girl. She was unexpected and uncalled for times, was only that perhaps but twenty, yet very hearty and inimitable, lasting not un- ; pretty. Care had begun to mark her often over a long period. face with tiny, disfiguring lines. Her Withal he was serious enough, at step was laggard and apparently cost times even to a ludicrous extent, seri- her an effort ; for she sank to the bench ous both in facial expression and in with her back to the pre-occupied stu- conduct. There was determination in dent—a picture of dejectedness. She his every effort. cast a furtive glance about her, then '

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slowly dropped her hand into the pock- "Why—why—well, I was sick of et of her plain but neat coat. life," she said finally. "The publish- A sudden flash as of a reflection ers refused a story that I've been work- from a mirror exposed to the sun turn- ing on for months." ed Freddy's gaze from the squirrel "But why did you choose this above. It rested upon the girlish fig- course?" put in Freddy, taking a seat ure in front of him. The glittering beside her. something that her hand gripped, once "I was without a home or friends. more deflected the flash. At first he What else could I have done?" was uncertain of what it might be, The tears began to course down her then gradually it assumed the form of cheeks. She pulled out a tiny kerchief a little revolver. to dry them. The reality of what now confronted "You were choosing the cowardly him and what her evident intention way," he returned. was, for the moment startled him. "But I've been owing Mrs. O'Reilly Quickly he approached. The weapon for weeks. I found this gun on her ta- was pointed inward against her side. ble so I decided to end all my miseries Freddy wondered at her hesitation and at once." hoped he might be in time to thwart She glanced forlornly at the weapon. her act. "Here," and he jumped up, "I'll A sixth sense must have come into take this gun over to a pawn shop. It play to warn the despondent girl of an- will bring enough to keep you alive other presence near at hand. Whether until you find employment." feminine intuition or something else, it He hesitated oddly as he turned the matters not; at any rate it was arrest- little affair over in his hand. ing in its nature. Slowly, Freddy's "I guess I'll keep one of the bullets," hand reached out and took the gun. he finished, prying into the cylinder. With a sigh of relief he confronted the A puzzled look came over his face. girl. face was now devoid of all Her "Why, it's empty," he said. "How expression ; and in its stead had come ! ' thoughtless women are a ghastly whiteness. Blankly she star- "I'm glad that it was—now," came ed at him. the reply. "Mrs. O'Reilly must have "Why—why—what's the matter?" taken the shells out before I picked it Freddy succeeded in blurting out. up." Only a moan came in response. Her Scarcely two days after this incident surprise was plainly equal to his own. Frederick McNab called at the "What seems to be the trouble?" he L. O'Reilly. He continued. "Maybe I can help you?" rooming house of Mrs. advice Still she was reticent. Then the col- was going to follow his father's or began to mount in her cheeks. and study human nature. ;

©If? ijanen

AR beyond tKe reach of Fancy,

On the shores of realms unknown,

Whither, in its wildest roaming

Never mortal bird has flown,

Lies a kingdom, bright, eternal,

Where the Just alone may be

Who, with stalwart heart unfailing

Stem across life's trackless sea.

On their voyage they have breasted

Every storm of lust and hate ;

They have spurned the isles of Evil

That would lure them to their fate

Now the good ship finds a haven

Far beyond the seething foam,

And at last the sea-worn sailor

Rests with loved ones, safe at Home !

HARRY J. GASSF.TT

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Would it not be very to the ideals of our President. Mr. Wil- Practical much unlike human na- son has recently been severely criti- Idealism ture were nobody to cized. He has been called a silly find fault with the judgments of oth- dreamer, an idealist who is asking al- ers? together too much of poor human na- Now that peace negotiations are un- ture. der way, and people are free to discuss We are not concerned here to ques- matters in a manner which during the tion the various motives for this criti-

war would have branded them as un- cism ; but we ask : Is he an idealist in patriotic, we find vehement opposition the sense that he is out of touch with

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present needs and conditions? That Kipling must have had a good loser and nothing else is the real test of in mind when he wrote of the man who practical statesmanship. " . . . can laugh at triumph or dis- For our part, though the President is aster, asking a great deal we should call him And treat these two impostors just eminently practical. He does not stand the same". for ideals for which the world is not There is no primrose path to things ready; and though he advocates con- worth while; life's broad highway still siderable sacrifice, it is in the interest bears much of its ancient roughness. the people throughout the of what But only the narrow in spirit will desire above all things, world now grumble and whine at occasional de- lasting peace. For they know even if — feat. Why, even if reverses happen on politicians disregard it the next — a basketball court, is it not unseemly will mean the end of civ- "world war" to "alibi" the cause or to disparage lization. your victorious rival? We pause for a therefore that the children of Given reply. men are moved primarily not by altru-

istic motives but by love of them- self-interest" selves, "enlightened The Colleges of to-day forget A Word for alone should make the world are almost invariably all-important the Classics minor objects for an heading toward voca- In view of our experiences dur- good. tional and technical endeavor, leaviug ing the past four years, Wilson's lofty the ancient Classics by the wayside. policy represents not unpractical ideal- Their one aim seems to be to teach the ism, but practical common sense. young idea how to shoot along the line of its natural tendency, the path of All the world loves a least resistance. Apropos of „ „ good loger Should True, we are in a highly professional Nothing t0 fate hand Qut a bump age, when only those who know how to but admire him if a fellow, we cannot do one thing well may hope to attain he sticks to the game, keeps plugging to great financial success in after life. right along and says when he fails: But is great financial success the "Another little jolt from Fate, but I sole,—is it even a direct—object of expected that." higher education? Such a person has within him the We look to the Colleges for leaders pith and substance of a real man. He of men, for characters that tower above will grin, not groan, as he makes a stepping-stone of his dead self to rise the common crowd. Yet, in the last to higher things. analysis, the foundation of a structure THE REDWOOD 129

is the thing upon which its permanence This school has trained nearly all the and impressiveness must depend. best writers, the wisest statesmen and Some one has well said: "The foun- the greatest leaders of opinion in the dations of human character are self- present as in the past. control, judgment, moderation. These Four years of harrowing war experi- things are not innate ; they must he ence should have convinced us of the learned afresh by every new genera- need of further cultural training and tion." moral education. In pursuit of the And they have been successfully first of these objects, the Colleges taught hitherto mainly in the school of might do worse than turn back to the the Humanities, the old Classics with Classics for the fundamentals. their calm sanity. :

Mnitwsity Nntes

Capt. Pollain A visit by Captain Fer- was instrumental in the sale of seven and French nand Pollain of the millions of dollars in Liberty Bonds. Band French Army was paid to the University on Wednesday, Feb- ruary the twenty-sixth. At present the The Junior Dramatic

Captain is touring the United States J. D. S. Society held a business at the head of a French Military Band meeting on last Wed- sent here under the auspices of the nesday, February the twenty-sixth. French Government. The band, which Upon Messrs. Falvey and Duff was be- formerly numbered sixty pieces, is stowed the honor of membership. Fol- made up of war veterans, all of whom lowing is the schedule of debates then have seen action. Captain Pollain and arranged eight others wear the coveted "Croix March 5, Resolved: "That the immi- de Guerre'. gration laws of the United States "Do not misunderstand," smiled the should be so amended as to provide for Captain, "we were not musicians in the further restriction of immigration." army, we were fighting men." To Mr. Curley and Mr. Kroeber will But besides being great warriors fall the defense of the affirmative, these men are also great musicians. while opposing will be Mr. McCauley They have all been affiliated with the and Mr. Eccleston. The Speaker of the great orchestras and bands of Toulouse evening will be Mr. Burnett ; the Critic, and the Opera of Paris. Many of their Mr. Hiller ; and the Essayist, Mr. Good- number have been awarded the Grand body. Prix of the French Academy of Music. March 12, Resolved: "That the The band is touring this country for United States should retain permanent the purpose of binding closer the possession of the Philippine Islands." friendship of the two Republics and to The affirmative contenders are Messrs. raise funds for the French wounded. It Guthrie and Florimont; the negative has played before President Wilson will be upheld by the able orators and by its efforts and wonderful spirit Messrs. Duff and Fitzgerald. Mr. Lip-

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man will honor the assembly as Speak- the doleful winter just passed. They

er of the evening ; Mr. De Cazzote, as crave to roam, to engage in something

Critic ; and Mr. Donlon as Essayist. a little more exciting than the usual, March 19, Resolved: "That for Am- although at times interesting, American erican Cities, municipal ownership of Indoor Sport of the green cloth. water, light and transportation is pre- It was with this spirit of "hunting ferable to private ownership." Affirm- for new pleasure" that the compre- ative, Mr. De Cazzote and Mr. Smith hensive minds and ardent energies of negative, Mr. Toner and Mr. O'Brien. our illustrious citizens, "Dumpy" Diaz, The Speaker of the evening will be Mr. "Pinky" Donlon and "Beau Bruni- Krause, and the Essayist, Mr. Martin. mel" Neary revived the long lost Rev. Father Eline, Vice President of "Mountain League". This celebrated the University, was present at one of organization was founded in the Spring the debates and was agreeably sur- (note how all good things are born in prised at the creditable speeches and Spring) of Nineteen Fourteen, by rebuttal work of the youthful members. "Pope" Gaffey and "Studich" Marin- He gave them some timely advice re- ovich. We do not quite recall the min- garding the art of public speaking. ute circumstances surrounding the The members rendered him a standing event, but the hoary headed of the cam-

vote of appreciation and take this op- pus have it that the league was the re- portunity of inviting him to repeat his sult of a twenty-seven inning ball game. visit. (Perhaps we should have told you ere The J. D. S. has held some excellent now that the "Mountain League" is debates this year. The members are a base-ball organization). The utensils enthusiastic in their efforts to become of the league, namely, the base-balls, fluent public speakers, and if their past were procured with the money advanc- efforts are any guarantee of the future, ed to Mr. Gaffey by the proverbial Jew they are bound to achieve their goal. upon the deposit of his perfectly good watch. At any rate, they started the "Mountain League", and since then In the first days of a Mountain every year someone has taken it upon wonderfully refreshing League his shoulders to resurrect it. The bi- Springtime, the fertile laws, etc., of this institution have been minds and active bodies of youth be- handed down to us by word of mouth come intensified with vigor and ro- Although do not mance. And especially here in Santa from the founders. we Clara Valley, where the prune and olive entertain a doubt as to their veracity, mingle, the young become impatient, still it would appear that in enunciat- yes, very impatient, at the inactivity of ing the laws the mouth has at times be- 132 THE REDWOOD

come very much twisted to the agents' down its schedule in order to allow liking. "little brother" to use the diamond. Since its foundation, the league has not enjoyed such a "coming out" as it has this year. At times the games were The advent of Monday, pitiful to watch and the decisions of The Seals March the third, saw Charlie the officials, excruciating; still the old Graham and his enthusiasm remains and that "up-and- San Francisco Seals flitting about on the Varsity at-'em" spirit prevails. It was custom- diamond. It was with much interest ary to have a President, assisted by an and gratification that the stu- dents official umpire, so this year the posi- watched their first workout; in- tions have been wished upon good terest, because this year they are led Father Whelan and "Fat" O'Connor. by an old Santa Clara Alumnus; and May their reign be a successful and gratification, because we are essentially lovers cheerful one. Our best wishes include of good base-ball. Of course, as yet they are not "cutting loose". The the health element also ; for recent cas- ball player, as is ualties point to the departure of the you may know, very last three years' officials to the great temperamental and superstitious, not wishing Beyond. They died as a result of to go at top speed the first time wounds received in controversies with he walks out upon a strange dia- believing the players. mond and not in premature exertion lest something might break. But they are down here to loosen up and work out the kinks, so that when This year the Mountain the opening game of the Pacific Coast The Valley League is the proud pos- League takes place they will be "fit as League sessor of a little brother a fiddle". And what more ideal spot (or sister,—or whatever you may call could they pick than the heart of the it). The name of the new addition to prune valley, the place where the great the family is "The Valley League" and Hal Chase and Tilly Shafer got their it sure is a chip off the old block. Or- start ? ganized by the four magnates, Captain For Santa Clara, as well as the Seals Curley of Milpitas, Captain Rianda of this means a great advantage. It will Alviso, Captain Regan of Warm help to revive base-ball, which has been Springs, and Captain Florimont of nearly dead in this neck of the woods

Campbell, it has enjoyed a very promi- for the past two seasons. So it is with nent place in the activities of the cam- enthusiasm that we welcome the Seals pus. In fact so great is its spirit and and hope that "Jup Pluvius" will be whole-hearted enthusiasm that the good and not gum up their training Mountain League was forced to cut season. THE REDWOOD 133

On the evening of the the hicks and of one "constabule" had Sophomore first of February the caused a near riot. Holiday campus was aroused by It was here at Monterey that the most the shouts of the Class of '21. Hasten- enjoyable part of the outing took place. ing to the scene of such hilarity, we What the details of this enjoyment were informed that the Sophomores had were, we dare not tell, but we can say just returned from their annual picnic. that the gambols of the sportive Sopho- It required a deal of coaxing on the more about the unpaved streets and part of the more inquisitive to learn the carpet-like lawns made up a great part whyness of all this seemingly uncalled- of their entertainment. In fact, to hear tell it, these so in- for glee. Much to the envy of the them pastimes were tense that they became quite exhausted Freshmen present, mingled with the and could not enjoy their homeward haughty disdain of the upper classmen ride. (which disdain was a result of their knowledge of the futility of holidays and the consequent foolishness of such Now comes the welcome To Discharg romping) one of their number conde- edict from the Govern- ed Soldiers scended to tell us all about it. ment that all those men It seems they had left the campus who were honorably discharged from early that morning unknown and un- the United States Military forces will sung, and sped merrily on their way to get in addition to their regular salaries a sum of sixty dollars as a gift. And Monterey in their roaring Marmons this same edict does not exclude the S. After a very exciting race along the A. T. C. It was with much joy that highway, whisking past Gilroy, San Ben McCoy and the rest of Santa Cla- Juan, Morgan Hill, Coyote and the sub- ra's former soldiers received this news. urbs of each, admiring with wide eyes Even the more coy Peter Morettini and gaping mouths all the beauties of smiles and says: "Well, sixty dollars is nature, they arrived at the erstwhile not to be sneezed at." And—who important village of Monterey. En knows?—he may be right at that. route, their gleeful kidding of a few of —Norbert Korte. i .1 r. g k \ i

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August H. Den has been Judge Charles A. Thompson '78 called to his eternal reward '00 has been unanimously named following a lingering illness. a member of the Grand Trus- The early successes he enjoyed while tees of the Native Sons. Judge Thomp- at school here, when his Alma Mater son has been practising law in the vi- was in its infancy, followed him cinity of Santa Clara for twelve years throughout his life. Mr. Den was the anl has held the office of Justice of the son of Santa Barbara's first educated Peace for the same period. We share English-speaking resident, and was the new honors bestowed upon him. held in the highest esteem in his native city. From Camp Lewis, Washing- '03 ton, comes word of Captain Lawrence Degnan. After To Thomas Nihill we extend graduation from Santa Clara he fol- '98 a hearty welcome upon his lowed his profession as a Civil Engi- return to California. Mr. Ni- neer, living in Berkeley. hill, shortly after receiving his degree, went to the Philippine Islands, where he accepted an important position with the government, which he has held We were indeed pleased a since. He returns now to California to Ex '05 few days ago when William make his future home and has taken a Magee of San Diego paid us a house on Pacific Avenue in San Fran- visit. Will was the most popular stu- cisco. Tom was a fine student and ath- dent in his time and one of the best lete in his days at Santa Clara. The foot-ball players on the coast. He was Redwood wishes him success and hap- a member of that crack American Var- piness in his new location. sity of '02. It was in this year that

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one of Stanford's greatest teams was Father Ricard is the recipient held down to the close score of 5-0. '11 of an interesting letter from Charlie Budde, McBlroy of Nevada, Albert Newlin. His missive and Jack Collins were also members of was written from Camp Merrit, New this wonderful aggregation. Jersey, whither he went immediately upon his return from "Over There". He was actively engaged in the meteor- Louis Magee, a brother of the ological service for air work, weather '06 incomparable Will was the forecasting, as well as ascertaining fa- varsity quarter-back for vorable or unfavorable conditions for three years. He was a commercial grad- enemy gas attacks and the placing of present is in San Diego. uate and at gas shells. We quote an excerpt: "The work was interesting, but Jerry had a bad habit of visiting us nearly Back to the old College to every night and tossing around bombs. '08 surprise us most happily One night the bomb came too close for came Rev. Robert J. O'Con- my health and I took a trip to the Base nor. He is stationed at St. Peter's in Hospital where the doctors did a little San Francisco. We summon up a recol- sewing up job on me." lection of him as an ardent follower of foot-ball and other athletics. Father O'Connor was a popular member of a class famous for College Spirit A little winged messenger Bob Twohy, Harry McKenzie, Floyd '13 gained •access to us the other Allen, Jimmy Lappin, Ivo Bogan and day from Serg. C. Castruccio. others—and seemingly he still is pos- "Cas" is with the Army of Occupation, sessed of an abundance of the old and keeping a bull dog watch over the "pep". Few there are who are more atrocious Hun. He received his law loyal to their Alma Mater, always striv- degree at Santa Clara, taking a post- ing for her greater glory and good. We graduate course at Columbia. When particularly remember him as one al- drafted, "Cas" had a fine growing ways on hand with a check for the Red- practise in Los Angeles. There is no wood. one more loyal among the alumni than Castruccio. We wish him a speedy re- turn to the life of his true calling. Lieut. John Degnan, a broth- '10 er of Captain Lawrence Deg- Walter de Martini happened down nan, is also at Camp Lewis Santa Clara way recently. Walter is and lamenting the early decision of a commercial graduate and well estab- Fritz to quit. lished in San Francisco. 136 THE REDWOOD

To Marshal T. Garlinger, the Another visitor at the Old '16 Redwood extends its congrat- '18 College last week was Lieut. ulations upon the arrival of a Jimmy Selaya. He has been bouncing baby girl, Delorma Thomas stationed at Camp Jackson, Florida, Garlinger, to brighten his happy house- since receiving his commission in the hold. Garlinger received his B. S. in artillery school at Camp Taylor and Mechanical Engineering with the Class was mustered out of the service about of '16. three weeks ago. Jimmy has accepted a responsible office position with Bab- cock and Wilcox, in Bayonne, New Far up north, in the recess Jersey, a large boiler making concern. '17 of a Red Cross Base Hospital Brooke Mohun, after severing rela- at Camp Meade, Wash., lies tions with Uncle Sam's Army, retired Lieut. E. H. Charles, convalescing. He to the intellectual retreat of George- was injured in France, and while we do town University, where he is taking up not know the nature of his disablement, post graduate work in Law. we can only hope that very soon Lieut. Persistent rumor has it that William Charles will again be us, the amongst Scully Muldoon has attained the goal same bubbling, manly fellow knew we of his ambition, his gold bars, which he him to be. He was graduated in '17, won "over there". Bill was surely de- receiving his B. in Electrical Engin- S. serving of them. Occasionally he has eering. the good fortune of seeing Lieut. Dan Ever cheerful, ever happy and beam- Ryan, who at present is at Brest wait- ing is his personality. When Ensign ing to embark for "God's Country". Elmer D. Jensen honored us with a visit we were overjoyed. Nor did he leave without telling us of his many We sure were pleased to have experiences in the Navy. With his ar- Ex '18 Gerald M. Desmond amongst rival flitted into oblivion all the little us once more for a few hours. glooms that might have been lingering Jerry was Student Manager last year

about. Elmer is in line for promotion and filled the position ably. During and judging from his brilliant career the reign of the S. A. T. C, he was Ca- here at Santa Clara, the goal he seeks det Major of the Battalion. At pres- is not far off. He spoke enthusiastical- ent, Jerry is assistant to his father, ly of little meetings with old Santa who is the City Clerk of the City of Clarans, among them being Gerald Sacramento. His magnetic personality Shepherd and Serpa. At present Ensign and fine manly qualities won for him Jensen is in New York hard at work. innumerable friends and we predict for We wish him all success and happi- him in his new office, the same success ness in his every venture. he enjoyed while here at school. He THE REDWOOD 137

was a debater of no mean ability, be- Knox, Kentucky. Bob was both an ing a member of the Senate team in the athlete and a student. While still in Ryland Debate of '18. High School he played on the champion Olympic Club Basket Ball team that toured the east. Here at Santa Clara, he was ever foremost in foot-ball, bas- Once more the dead has come ket-ball and track. Though the first Ex '20 back to life in the person of two gained him unequaled honors, in one Thomas V. McNeil. The the latter too he displayed his prowess "Duke" enlisted in the Marine Corps and versatility. In class and out of class, early last year and some time in Sep- he proved himself a leader, a man in tember it was reported he had been the truest sense of the word. To Lieu- killed, going "over the top" in an en- tenant Don, the Redwood extends its gagement in which the Marines figured congratulations upon his choice. Suc- prominently. Comes now, to make cesses met him at every turn here, ow- joyful the hearts of his many friends, ing to his assiduity and devotedness to word of his being very much alive duty. We feel certain that great things somewhere in the heart of the Philip- will be forthcoming. pine Islands. The "Duke" shone in Benjamin C. Mickle, Jr., is following the dramatic line here at school and the plow around his father's ranch at dabbled occasionally yet successfully in Centerville. Benny, after his discharge the art of singing. He was active in from the Naval Unit at Berkeley, all entertainments and glee club offer- thought it advisable to await the com- ings. That he is alive we are thankful ing of the fall term before returning and that he will favor us with a visit to resume his Law Studies. when once more he dons the mufti, is a Harry A. Wadsworth has chosen wish we all share in common. Stanford for the resumption of his Away back in the state renowned for work. "Wads" was a constant con- its moonshiners, blue grass and thor- tributor to these pages in the past. oughbred horses we found Robert Don. "Bobbie" enlisted in the Fourth Offi- cers' Training Camp at Camp Fremont last May and later was transferred to William M. Desmond, not to the artillery school at Camp Zachary Ex '21 be outdone by his larger Taylor, from which he won a second brother, has accepted a posi- lieutenancy. Since the signing of the tion with the Board of Health in the armistice he has decided to remain in same great City of Sacramento. We the Army. Accordingly he was trans- trust Bill's Sherlock Holmes tenden- ferred to the Regular Army and at the cies may throw some light on the "flu" present writing we find him at Camp mystery. 138 THE REDWOOD

A special wire from our Palo Alto was recently released from the Navy, rival has it that Oliver M. Kisich is stu- where he was actively engaged in chas- dying the value of a vermiform appen- ing U boats from the sea. Fred will be dix. He intends majoring in medicine. remembered for his good work on the From San Francisco comes an echo cinder path. of one illustrious Fred Farmer. lie —James B. O'Connor. We expressed regret last month that array of facts more palatable. Other so many of our old friends in college noteworthy contributions to this num- journalism had seemingly forgotten us. ber are "The Race", and the many This month, it is the same old story; items of news from former students. and we try to achieve resignation by The editorial department is well con- repeating: "C'est la guerre!" But, ducted, though we should like to see after the storm comes a calm. Now the articles titled and a little condensa- that lasting peace is in sight, we are tion effected here and there. On part- preparing our spacious table for the ing, we may say we are sorry not to be pile of college literature it was built to able to welcome our northern friend hold. every month.

From far in the North- In reviewing the Laurel The Martian west comes the quarter- The Laurel we find ourselves con- ly issue of The Marti- fined almost exclusive- an, with a very creditable array of ly to the essay, for the editor must prose and verse. In the latter class, have put a ban on the short story and "The Star" and "Sick-a-Bed" met our the poem. Or should we blame the war approval, though they represent entire- again? To be honest, however, as ev- ly different moods. ery cynical Ex-Man has to try to be, we Among the prose pieces of merit is must admit that the story, "The Whirl- "The Voyage", dealing with the ex- ing-Cross Ranch" serves to balance the ploration of the unknown sea up to the book quite effectively. In the language discovery of America. Though the sub- of the movie posters, it is "a Western ject chosen is suggestive of adventure tale that is different". "Chivalry in and romance, our criticism of the essay Medieval Literature", a rather large as a whole would be that it is some- order, displays evidences of painstak- what deficient in the imaginative qual- ing research, and its style on the whole ity that would make the rather heavy fits the subject. But we thought the

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quotations too numerous, as in our case With some reason we mention the at least they caused interest to lag. "Right Arm of Might", and "Come "The American Creed" we found a Back Again, Lad", because they are trifle too ponderous for complete en- written by the same author, and more- joyment. Perhaps had this number over we have presumed to criticize contained more stories and some bits of them in a friendly manner. The for- verse, the critic would have been less mer is so nearly commonplace in senti- inclined to find fault. But we like the ment and language,—we were going to Laurel very much and we know only say, maudlin verse,—as to be quite un- too well that mere fault-finding is no worthy of a College Magazine such as proof of superior virtue. the Canisius. However, the author does something to retrieve himself in the latter by turning our attention to a little cottage where an anxious father _, _, . . The Canisius contains a and a tender mother are awaiting the . . charming short story MonthlyM return of their modern crusader. Still, entitled "Mater Mea", there is a halting movement detected in and although perhaps it may be con- the lines, and the absence of a flowing sidered somewhat too religious by the rhythm which we would like to see. To worldly among us, nevertheless its be plain, we consider the verses too soothing sentiments expressed in choice prosy. language, with its characters well de- But, without impartiality, we must veloped and the thread of the story give the palm to the "Withered Lin- cleverly woven, leave nothing to be de- den" as a dainty little poem expressing sired. In fact we felt rather partial to in its rhythmed verses a sweet sadness, it. Unfortunately for the prose com- which like mellow crooning, floats over positions, this number contains only the evening landscape in a golden mist- one other, and this an historical essay iness. Perhaps the following lines may about Indian troubles on the reserva- give some idea of its sentiments tions in the latter part of the last cen- redbreast here shall build her tury. "No Finally our attention was turned to home, linnet sing. the collection of poems which are so No gladsome winds that near the sunset tastefully distributed throughout the Nor roam, book. The first one to meet us was Their dreamland secrets bring." "The Year Is Dying". It recalls pleas- ant memories of that solemn hour when Even the personal matter of war another year is about to take its place time letters interests us here 'way out with the company of the past ages in in California ; and with the excellent the star-strewn meadows of eternity. editorial on "State Paternalism" the THE REDWOOD 141

present number makes pleasant and ries of this master. In this, indeed, he profitable reading. is not unlike our Tennyson, who has immortalized such womanly characters as Elaine and Guinevere in the tales of Among the contribu- King Arthur. Duquense In fact both writers tions to the February seem to have travelled along the same Monthly number, those that road, in as much as their heroes and strike our fancy and elicit our critical heroines are actuated by the same mo- attention in particular are "Catherine tives and strive towards the self-same the Great" and "Henryk Sienkiewicz". goal.

In the former the author presents his "A Flying Surprise" is a short story, subject in a clear and convincing way, but lacks that finesse which character-

without any artifices of rhetoric. It is izes the better specimens of this liter- commendable that a "just historian" ary type. To tell the truth, with all

should take up the defense of Truth due deference, the dialogue is some- and refute very ably the petty tyran- what unnatural and constrained, and nies imposed on literature under the does not indicate those characteristic pretense of present day learning. The moods which the writer has witnessed author adds much force to his argu- and experienced in the training camp. ments by the clear and dispassionate Another little fault which we no- style he employs. ticed, was the excessive terseness of The other essay, "Henry Sienkie- the sentences. But these slight flaws wicz", contains a good resume of the we know will be remedied and we ex- history of Poland from the middle of pect to see in the near future something the last century up to the present time. worthy of an 0. Henry or a Kipling. But in the main, it is a review of the In "The Man in the Moon" this neat life and works of this great Polish writ- little magazine contains a delightful er. have his countrymen "He would list of reading, which is always appre- actuated by love, which builds up, and ciated. ' not by hatred which destroys, ' sums up In addition to the above we grate- the philosophy which lives and breathes fully acknowledge the receipt of the in the works of the author of "Quo

following journals : The Exponent, Vadis". But we cannot overlook the Marquette University Journal, The refining influence, powerful as it is Gonzaga, The Prospector, The Rainbow. subtle, which is attributed to the gen- tle and lovable ladies who so often play —Ben Shutz. their part as heroines in the great sto- —P. F. Morettini. BASKETBALL. College of the Pacific on the latter 's court. Though hardly in proper con- Up to date our basketball season has dition for a fast game, we had no great been most successful. We have played trouble in defeating ten games and have been defeated only them by a lop- sided score. once. The honor for the latter feat belongs to Stanford. If there is such S. C. 22 Stanford 53 a thing as a team's having an "off This game was played at Palo Alto. night, Santa Clara certainly had one It began at 8 :15, February 4th, before when they met Stanford. We say this a large crowd of Stanford rooters wild with no intention to minimize the per- with excitement and enthusiasm. The formance of the "Farm" boys, for first ten minutes saw both teams on a they scored a clean-cut victory on the par, and the spectators looked forward night's play. At present we are tied to a close contest. As the game went with California for first place, and we on, however, our forwards seemed to still look forward to no less than first lose their eye for the baskets, missing honors in the California-Nevada Inter- all kinds of chances to score. At half collegiate League. The team has been time, Stanford had the fat end of the immensely strengthened by the return score, 18 to 8. of Hoyt Vicini, last year's star center, We went into the second half with and unless the men go stale, all future all determination to get the lead, but games are going to be victories for the our best efforts were useless. It was Varsity. the varsity's night "off and Stan- S. C. 65 Pacific 18 ford's night "on", as a glance at the Our first league game was with the final score will show. Righter, of Stan-

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ford, was the star performer for his filled the temporary bleachers erected team, while Manelli did the best work on both ends of the floor, behind the for us, being responsible for 18 of our baskets. The game itself brought out 22 points. a brand of basketball never excelled in these parts, scrappy but clean and full S. C. 23 Sacramento Y. M. C. A. 18 of whirlwind action throughout the Defeat at the hands of Stanford caus- whole forty minutes. The first half ed the squad under Diaz to practise ended with the honors about equally harder and to improve its team-work— divided, the score being 12 to 10 in fa- a feature noticeably lacking in that vor of Santa Clara. After that, the particular game. Consequently our wonderful condition of our men, to- trip to Nevada was a big success. On gether with their team-work and fast February 14th, en route to Reno, the thinking, seemed to dazzle the opposing team dropped off at Sacramento long guards who were powerless to stop our enough to beat he "Y" of that city in forwards from ringing baskets. In the an interesting game. Diaz, Manelli and last five minutes of play, the Berkeley-

Perassa were the forwards ; Korte, Gui- ites appeared to have lost heart, and chon and Ferrario, guards ; and Paul the Varsity made it a cinch by rolling O'Neil and Hoyt Vicini alternated at up their total to 28. center. Anderson, of California, played a good steady game, while for us there S. C. 40 Nevada 15 were no bright particular stars; the On the evening of the 15th, the quin- whole bunch shone like a constellation. tet scored a decisive victory over the Goals University of Nevada. Tradition has it SANTA CLARA that Nevada cannot be beaten on its Diaz., f 4 home court; but the Varsity was in no Manelli, f 6 mood to consider traditions, and they Vicini, c _ 4 showed enough speed, condition and Korte, g — team-work to accomplish the impossi Ferrario, g — ble. Ferrario, Vicini and Manelli did 14 the stellar work for Santa Clara. CALIFORNIA Goals S. C. 28 California 16 T. Symes, f 4 Rounding into their proper stride at H. Symes, f 1 last, the Varsity took the league leaders Anderson, c — 2 down the line in a clean, hard-fought Green, g — game on our court. The spacious own Majors, g — 1 "cage" in the gym was taxed to its extreme capacity and the overflow 8 144 THE REDWOOD

BASEBALL. R. B.H. From the account of the games Santa Clara 1 3 which the Varsity nine has played up Mare Island 9 7 to date, this year's team should come S. C. 4 Mare Island 2 up to the expectations of the students A week later the Varsity took a trip and of the loyal supporters of the Uni- to Vallejo and wreaked vengeance on versity. the Navy boys in a well-played game. Despite much rainy weather, "Joe Hickey held their heavy hitters to six Sneeze" has organized a team which scattered hits, being supported by tight opposing clubs will have to go some to fielding and nifty swatting on the part defeat. The return of Aeronaut Jack of his mates, who found O'Doul much O'Neil has more than aroused the hopes less of a mystery and connected for ten of all of us for the coveted champion- fat bingles. ship. Jack's ability as a versatile play- SANTA CLARA R. B.H. er is undisputed, and it will undoubt- edly be a great factor in our victories. Varney, c 2 2

Griffith, 1. f 1 S. C. 1 Mare Island 9 J. O'Neil, s. s 1

The first game of the season was O'Connell, c. f 2 1 played on January 26th, with the Sail- Perassa, 2b 1 ors from Mare Island, a team of pro- Larrey, 3b fessional players. P. O'Neil, lb 2

The pitching of "Lefty" O'Doul, a Manelli, r. f _ 1 big league recruit, was too classy for Hickey, p 1 our boys at that stage of their train- ing, and the Varsity lost by a heavy 4 10 score. Ken Berg had been selected for MARE ISLAND R. B.H. mound duty, and his wildness allowed Cunningham, c. f the slugging navigators to pile up a Flick, r. f _ 1 winning package of runs in the first Sands, lb 1 1 three innings. Hickey was then Tom McNurd, 3b called upon to show his wares, and he Rader, s. s succeeded in preventing further dam- Irwin, 2b 1 2 age. Our lone tally came when Peras- Le Bourveau, 1. f 1 sa, safe on a fielder's choice, was ad- Coleman, c _ 1 vanced to second by Ferrario and then O'Doul, p sent across the plate by Chase's single to center. 2 6 THE REDWOOD 145

S. C. 6 Bank of Italy AB R H PO A E Berg, While some of the baseball stars were p 10 Chase, lb at Reno helping the basketballers wal- 10 14 Fitzpatrick lop Nevada, the Varsity nine at home 10 shut out the fast team from the Bank Totals 35 9 12 27 13 of Italy. Berg was in rare form, and the city players were helpless during STANFORD. the entire game. Other features were AB R H PO A E the fielding of the Varsity, especially Stevens, 3b 4 1110 the spectacular work of Jack O'Neil Crowe, If _ 4 2 around short, and the long hit made in Galloway, ss 3 2 6 1 the third inning by Jim O'Connell when Kline, rf 3 3 he sent the apple sailing over the right Tuebner, lb 4 1 10 1 field fence. The latter stunt has been Doe, 2b 3 4 2 pulled only once before. Harry Krause Bundy, cf 2 110 did it two years ago while playing with Phily, c 2 3 6 1 an all-star aggregation against the Giles, p _ 10 10 Newlans, p 2 12 Varsity. S. C. 9 Stanford Totals 27 3 27 19 2 As we scamper to press, the official SUMMARY. scorer hands us the following, which Bases on balls—Off Berg 5, off Giles will have to speak for itself. We have 1, off Newlans 2. Struck out—By time only to call attention to the great Hickey 5, by Berg 4, by Newlans 3. twirling of Berg and Hickey, the stick- Umpires—Diaz and Pratt. work of Santa Clara and the fact that the Varsity has gone through the last PREPS. eighteen innings without an error. BASKETBALL.

SANTA CLARA. On Saturday evening, February 1st, AB R H PO A E the Prep team journeyed to San Mateo. Varni, c 5 1 1 11 4 It was with pleasure we welcomed that Manelli, rf 3 10 game, for several years have passed O'Connell, cf 4 2 2 since the athletes of San Mateo and O'Neil, J., ss 5 12 15 the Preps of Santa Clara have mingled. Griffith, If 4 113 The first half of the game we give to Perasso, 2b 3 2 2 3 2 our opponents. The clever shooting of O'Neil, P., lb 3 14 their eagle-eyed forwards, Burford and Larrey, ss 4 1112 Wrenn, piled their points far above Hickey, p 10 10 ours. The second half was different. 146 THE REDWOOD

We were by this time able to balance game we may yet read the names of ourselves on that glass-like floor. Time Lambrosa, Kennison and Mollen. Who and again in this half our team-work knows ? brought the ball under our basket and our forwards were kept busy throwing MIDGETS. goals. But we got our balance too late, BASKETBALL. for the shrill whistle sounded when In past years, Santa Clara's smallest from the sidelines, San Mateo had won, basketball team became famous as the 38 to 28. Midgets. To-day their reputation the last game This turned out to be mounts higher and we now know them season for the Preps. To sche- of the as the 130-pounders. In McLaughlin, as dule a game is about as feasible Pipes and Volkmor we have guards pulling off a snowball fight on the who can more than hold their own Nevertheless this fact failed campus. against any forwards in their division. to dampen our spirit. The Varsity Mackemson at center is a hard man to practice, and from that time must have out-jump and equally difficult to present the Preps have been to the guard. The Irish in Corbett and Regan scrimmaging their older brothers al- at forward, helps to win many a game most daily. for their team. On February 8th, the 130-pound team BASEBALL. of the San Jose Y. M. C. A. played a This sport is ushered into Prepdom fast game with our lightest representa- in a burst of glory. The material on tives. The score—34 to 12 in our fa- hand is indeed most promising, and to vor, tells the careful guarding done by date games have been arranged with Joe McLaughlin and Pipes. the Stanford Freshmen as well as with The next team in line for defeat the high school teams of Mountain were our good old rivals, the Santa View, Centerville and Palo Alto. Clara High School 130-pound bunch. To-day the Prep line-up would look They were allowed 6 points, while the something like this: Midgets gathered 26. Pitcher, Pashburg. The clever 130-pounders have a Catcher, Falvey. world of ambition, and games schedul- 1st Base, Chase. ed for the future include the Oakland 2nd Base, Becker. Baby Golds and the Olympic Club 130- 3rd Base, Judge. pound team. Short, Pipes. BASEBALL. Outfielders, Bedolla, Scheid and Neary. So numerous and so promising is the But on the score card of our first Midget material in this line that a big : :

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task lies before the man who is to se- for showing something new in the way lect the squad. After the try-outs, the of hick-town journalism. We see a lot line-up may possibly look like this of it in travelling about the U. S. A., Mollen, pitcher. but you certainly take the cake. The Rianda, catcher. game was a hard fought contest won by Kennison, 1st. Clanta Sara on its merits. The kind of Frank Regan, 2nd. "roughness" incidental to all college

Lambrosa, short. games worth while was not absent ; but, Parrell or Shellou, 3rd. say, no real sport in a regular city ever Outfield: Koch, Florimont, E. Shel- thinks of squealing when the score lou, Greub, Lipman, Calkins, Leo reads 28 to 16 against his team. That's Smith. a margin speaking volumes to any wise E. Neary. fan. Of course, Hiram, you have to be careful of the tender feelings of the IMAGINARY CORRESPONDENCE. hum boys, by heck, and all that sort of Sporting Editor, thing; but really, your reporter's write- Danlkao Ribtune, up is too funny to let pass. For a fact Danlkao, U. S. A. I sat next to him during the game and Dear Sir: he looked fully capable of writing such an article. As far as bona fide ideas A friend of mine, with whom I saw go, he was "tabula eraser" How's and greatly enjoyed the Calistoga- — that? Where did Goldberg get his in- Clanta Sara game last night, showed spiration? well, I'm not saying. me an account of the game appearing — coach. I in poor in your rag this evening. And the Yes was

environment ; the poor fellow said After reading it, I inquired whether perhaps the cat had dragged the copy "The game is awfully rough", and I remarked, "That's the beauty of it; in from the ash pile, but my friend only smiled and said: "You know me, Bill". it's fast and just tit for tat." He nearly had a hemorrhage and exclaim- I do know him for the most rabid sort are acting in self- of basketball lover as well as an adept ed! "But my boys told heard in the nice points of the game. Hence defense." He me he "had this a rough place and he could not I can almost believe he wasted a good was

; and that Lincoln penny just to get a ride on his believe it—but now he knew he wouldn't bring a pair of cats down hobby. Funny,—ain't it?—what a hob- fight." "Alibi Ike"—that's him by will do to an otherwise sensible fel- here to low. all over. Tuff Luck his team lost the Well, anyhow, I read your report of game—the other boys should let them

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It seems a shame that the State gives —you 're in fast company now ; old fellows a University and an education Hicktown U. never was first class in and rank outsiders have to go and basketball, though good in baseball and spoil it all by not giving them the among the good third class teams in game. But never let it be said that football." these Clanta Sara lads look as though I say, if Calistoga is paying that they would salaam before the Great coach $2000 for the basketball season, Mogul. the rah-rah boys are squandering The Calistoga coach, Mr. Tlamander, $1999.70. I come from back there fur- with rain in his face, told me he had ther than Hicktown and I know. never seen anything "so rough" any- Yours Truly, where in the country. I told him BILL. "That's all right,—don't spill all over —Tom Whelan. CONTENTS

EASTER LILY (Verse) Edward L. Nicholson 149

NEMESIS Henry C, Veit 150

AT EASTERTIDE (Verse) Charles D. South 154

VICTORY James A. Emery 155

THE ONLOOKERS (Verse) J. Charles Murphy 160

LET NO MAN PUT ASUNDER Frank Maloney 161

HE IS RISEN (Verse) Martin M. Murphy 168

AS YOU LIKE IT Thomas E. Whelan 169

EDITORIAL 172

UNIVERSITY NOTES 175

ALUMNI 180

EXCHANGES ' 185

ATHLETICS 189 REDWOOD STAFF, 1919 ;

Entered Dec. 18, 1902, at Santa Clara, Cal., as second-class matter, under Act of Congress of March 3, 1879

VOL. XVIII SANTA CLARA, CAL., APRIL, 1919 NO. 4

Easter Lily

OSES in stately splendor

Droop from trie sunlit bower;

Ivy with clinging tendril

Softens the rock-rough tower

Violets deep in the wildwood

Grow by the fairies' hand

Poppies in golden glory

Mirror the sun-kissed sand.

Stay ! Yonder Easter Lily

Peeps from the humblest sod,

Modeled in purest beauty

From Mary, Mother of God.

Symbol of stainless radiance,

Sign of a virgin's grace,

Chastity's rarest emblem,

Nearest to God thy place !

EDWARD L. NICHOLSON Nemesis

Henry C. Veit.

ARGERY FORRES- picture. Margery could not suppress TER was happy, bask- the mirth prompted by the thought of ing in the radiant con- how vehemently opposed the grand-par- tent that filled her ent had ever been to her acting thus. heart. Someone had And then as though to tantalize him, called her an "ex- she clasped her hands and frolicked treme type in the varied field of about once more, giving voice to her the female species." And true to glee by repeated and softly emphasized that type, she was imbibing deep- oo-oo-ooh's. ly of the thrills which books and But the soft hued picture on the man- the gay world afforded. Perhaps tle shelf now attracted her interest. the hero in the story she had just read, Andy O'Neil was the latest of the long or, mayhap, the sepia-toned photograph string of suitors to succumb to Mar- of a handsome youth set upon the man- gery's wiles. But with Andy things had tle-piece occasioned her present high fared somewhat better. He had crept spirits—she was at no pains determin- into the circle of Margery's "special ing which. The happiness was here favorities", and, longer than all the and now exuberantly present within her others, seemed destined there to re- and as such she enjoyed it. main. It was as if he had imprinted on She tossed the novel in a carefree her heart an inscription not to be ef- way to the massive oaken table filling face : "I'll remain and you cannot blot the room's center, nimbly sprang from me out." But, then, you must remem- the divan near the bay window and ber Margery had been called an ex- proceeded to cavort around the room treme of her type. in sprightly fashion. Above the spar- Recalling their recent quarrel, Mar- kle and glow of the fireplace hung the gery now stood at the feet of her mas- ter stoic features of Margery's stern old and pouted. Her happiness for the moment was gone. And then to empha- grandfather, silently disapproving the size her displeasure she turned the pic- capers of his young progeny. ture with its face to the wall and "Ooh grand-daddy," she whispered, stamped her foot repeatedly. 'I'm just too full of joy." "I won't—I won't," she reiterated. A trickle of a smile flitted over her "You're only jealous." face as she stopped to look up at the The telephone jangled nervously.

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"Hello!" Margery called sweetly in- eyes, the blue of the sky on an April to the mouth-piece. "Yes, this is she! day ; and the golden strands in her hair

—Why no—Let me think—Oh ! Yes, were like shafts of sunlight piercing how are you Lieutenant!" April clouds. A flush of pleasure overspread her Altogether, to the admiring maid, face, as she listened to the jolly tones Margery was not unlike some Fairy that came rippling through the re- Princess in her wonderful, white, silky, ceiver. shimmery costume, the pretty little "The Mardi Gras?" she queried soft- beaded band about her hair, and her ly. "Why certainly. And I'm sure dainty white slippers. Mother would be delighted—You will The grand march was already under call then about eight?" way when the pair arrived. Margery Margery hung up the receiver, with could not recall having seen a more glowing satisfaction that perhaps was striking and varied and vivid presen- tinged with a bit of spite. She rested tation since her debut into the smart perfectly content in the idea that this set. Then it had been the first experi- was indeed a lucky day. She had long ence of it that bewildered her; now it since learned to take for granted the was the gorgeousness of the whole spec-

luck every seemed to it good Tuesday tacle ; seemed overpowering. bring her ; and this was Tuesday. Was The grand march ended and a sob- not the Lieutenant, although but a new bing waltz now floated to their nook. acquaintance of hers, held in high The Lieutenant, lithe and graceful, esteem by a majority of the elite, and swung out amid the encircling couples had not she and Andy just quarreled with Margery on his arm. She was im- over him? pressed by his manliness, his reputed wealth, the strength of character im- II printed on his every feature. Then, in Margery prinked up before the dress- keeping with her type, she grew aware er in her boudoir and sat back satisfied of another sensation that tricked about with her finishing touches. her heart. She tried, but in vain, to "Marie," she asked of her maid, "do blot out that little inscription of An-

I look all right?" dy 's. Persistent, though, it was ; but "Oui Madamoiselle, " confirmed Ma- her will power seemed greater, and as rie, "very pretty—beautiful." the evening wore on, the latter asserted Margery smiled into the mirror. The itself more and more. reflection recalled a spring day; she "Pretty, isn't it!" said the Lieuten- had a loose way of doing up her hair ant as they stepped past a latest Pari- that made it seem a crown tossed upon sian fad adorning a beauty in one of the her head by some gentle wind. Her lodges. '

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Margery nodded, for it sparkled even Then came a week of clear sunshiny brighter and rarer to her feminine eye. days, vibrant with the blitheness of "Miss Forrester," he continued, early spring, when the heart of youth glancing about the ball-room, "I am beats responsive to nature's cheery op- reminded of a dream set in some fairy- timism. land. Lustre and sparkle and glitter of Margery sauntered leisurely down costumes, the harmonies of the music the avenue, tingling with the pure joy and this unfeigned happiness every- of living. where,—they seem like a dream." Around the corner but a short dist- Margery sensed a touch of the poetic ance ahead, a handsome couple, appar- in his words, and she felt herself in- ently in a similar tingling mood, step- wardly noting the rhythmic blending of ped into her vision. Margery felt a his mellow voice with the distant mu- sharp reversal of spirits caused, no sic. doubt, by the twinge of jealousy that Like some rare and beautiful flower the sight gave her. at eventide, the Mardi Gras drooped to "Good afternoon, Miss Forrester," its closing. began the Lieutenant in his rich mellow "You must come to see us some tones. time," invited Mrs. Forrester as the Margery grew noticeably uneasy and limousine halted at the stoop of the she felt herself reddening to her shoul- Forrester home. der blades, as she returned the greet- "Yes,—do, Lieutenant," encouraged ing. Margery. "I want you to meet my wife," he And then as the tail-light of the de- continued. parted car was swallowed up in the # # # # * darkness beyond, she tripped gayly in- "I hate him—I hate him," Margery to the house and up to her room. was ej?culating to her maid. "Ooh, ooh, Marie," ejaculated Mar- "But Mamselle said he was a grand

' ! ' gery, ' I am so happy man," replied the stoic Marie. "Madamoiselle is always happy," "Yes—well—he—he tricked me." answered the maid, as she brushed the Then, as though to assuage her ruf- golden hair. fled spirits, that little inscription of

"And he is the grandest man!" con- Andy's once more flared in her imagin- tinued Margery. ation. "I'll remain and you cannot blot "But what of Monsieur O'Neil?" in- me out." terposed Marie. Margery rose to go below. She would "Oh!—Well", she faltered, "he call up Andy and make amends. Halt- cannot be compared to the Lieuten- ing at the doorway she called back to ant." her maid. THE REDWOOD 153

"Marie," she said, "what day of the Margery read the note, uttered a lit- week is this?" tle «hriek and—fainted. Marie revived "Tuesday," came the response. her after a moment. Margery, half herself again, was "Madamoiselle is over-wrought," about to phone when the post-man's soothed the maid. whistle sounded shrilly from without. "Yes—yes—Marie," sobbingly put Marie hastened to the call. in Margery. "Andy has written his "A letter for Madamoiselle," she good-bye. He left for South America said, returning with the missive. this morning." ! ; : !

At Easter-tide

A Tribute to tke Memory of the Late

CHARLES L. BARRINGTON

OULD we have seen, we had not wept when fled

Thy gentle spirit to its haloed rest

Immortal in the mansion of the Blest

Savior's precious led, I For where thy footprints

The sacred journey it was thine to tread,

The saving Faith thy joy to manifest

Life's measure, with thy holy deeds abrim,

Fit offering made thy knighthood to attest

Through outswung gates, while radiant Seraphim

Acclaimed thee hero stainless from the fight,

What vision thine as fleeting earth grew dim

Thy Lord home-welcoming thy spirit's flight,

Thine Easter-Day to celebrate with Him

Whose glory robes thee in eternal light !

CHAS. D. SOUTH, A. M., '01

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Victory

An Address by James A. Emery, '96, delivered at the Bohemian Club, San Francisco, on the occasion of "Victory Night," Tuesday, December 3rd, 1918.

Mr. President, Officers of the Allied In the magnitude and splendor of its Armies, and Fellow Members: scene and action, the mingling horror Let me at this first opportunity ac- and sublimity of its human circum- knowledge the privilege of the last stance, the soul-shaking memory of ca- phrase. Your courtesy, more generous tastrophic disaster averted, of defeat than its fame, gives to the face of every transformed into victory by courage stranger the features of a friend. unparalleled, sacrifice unequaled, lead-

But, sir, I feel that tonight however ership unmatchable ; in the physical, sparkling the surface of this fellow- moral and political changes wrought in ship, even here within this place of shapes of states and in the minds and light and laughter, its depths are relations of men and nations, this war stirred as never before, by the fresh is the most tremendous far-reaching so- significance of yonder colors newly con- cial tragedy in the records of the race. secrated with sacrifice, by the inspiring The world has been its stage, man- presence of these participants in the kind its cast, all history its setting. great drama, by the realization of the From "the isles of Greece where burn- yet startling and incredible fact that ing Sappho loved and sung" to the re- victory is ours, and anxious ears al- mote steppes of Siberia where the ready catch the distant tread of our re- Czech-Slovak Anabasis marked the ren- turning host. aissance of a race, it unfolded its thrill-

This, sir, is neither the time nor place ing action. Warriors of the Prophet to enumerate the causes nor conjecture and soldiers of the Antipodes fought the consequences of this awful conflict. among the relics of the Trojan well;

This is the hour of rejoicing and grati- Samuri and Prussian locked in death- tude, of glorious and appalling recol- grip for the soil of Confucius ; the Wolf- lection. The swirl of the struggle is whelped breed held the gates of the still about us, the sound of its guns still Doges against the blows of the Magyar echoes through the world, its stupen- children of the Bowery and "South of dous panorama rises before the imagin- the Slot," brigaded with Mayfair and ation like a vision of Dore. Petticoat Lane, pounded the Bavarian

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where eleven centuries before Charles ed over-night into agencies of defense Martel hammered the Saracenic in- or destruction. From the heights of vader. the sky, even into places remote from Tonight a new Godfrey de Bouillon the Front, death rained upon soldier throws his Christian guard around the and civilian; from the depths of the

Holy Sepulchre. In Gethsemane's gar- sea it struck unseen its mortal blow. den a British soldier holds watch where Over tortuous far-reaching ditches of the faithful failed. From beneath the death, high up the Alpine ice played shadow of the Pyramids the First Con- awful never-ceasing lightning that sul called thirty centuries to the inspi- blasted into blindness, mutilation and ration of his legions. Allenby from be- gasping horror. Beside these four side the tomb of Eve might have sum- years of hideous, never-ending, unspar- moned the Mother of the race and in- ing frightfulness, distinguishing neith- voked recorded time to witness this er sex nor age, Waterloo shrinks to an "twilight of the Kings"! affair of outposts and Gettysburg as- No community was too remote, no of- sumes the proportions of a skirmish. fice too exalted, no calling too humble But, sir, the very efficiency of Ger- to be affected by this struggle or to many's machinery of destruction be-, participate in it. Empires and repub- came but a measure of the sublime and lics, ruler and subject, president and invincible courage of her intended vic- citizen, both sexes, childhood, youth tims. While memory lives, who shall and age, soldier and civilian, gave life, forget that King who sacrificed the wealth and service to that far-flung body of his state to save her soul, battle-line, drawing its support and in- whose victorious defeat preserved the spiration from the mines, the fields, the allied cause and made vassal every forests, the factories, the anxious homes heart that loves a knightly deed? of three continents and a score of na- AVhat Virgil praising arms shall picture tions. the best blood of Britain and her do-

It seems but yesterday for all the in- minions, grimly enduring through those tervening century of event, that Aug- first terrible months that deadly hail ust morning, little more in time than with slight protection and but feeble Bull Run to Appomattox, when the power of response, yet answering as al- gray-clad Father of Famine led his lo- ways with eager bodies the battle-cry of cust legions over the Belgian boundary. Shakespeare's Henry: From that hour he made the business of "Once more unto the breach, dear life the manufacture of death. All the friends, once more mind and hand of man had originated, Or close the wall up with our Eng- applied and developed to sustain and lish dead!" expand civilized progress were divert- What Homer shall ever greatly tell THE REDWOOD 157

the tale of French in such a trial as came light. Doubt and uncertainty comes to nations and may he endured hardened into resolution. Yielding ov- but once? Within the first thirty days ernight to unaccustomed discipline and of invasion her greatest sources of fuel restraint, the Nation poured its eager and iron, her leading industrial centers youth into camp, its boundless wealth were seized or devastated and an into the Treasury, its labor into every eighth of her population held in cap- essential process of war production, its tivity and servitude. Her cities crum- practical leadership into every place of bled, her proud capital often assailed public service. and always threatened, her manhood Out of the chaos and confusion of drained in conflict with superior num- giant effort slowly emerged the shapes bers, while Britain prepared and Am- of system and order. The heterogene- erica hesitated, her spirit never failed, ous elements of our citizenship, refuting her courage never faltered. In the the cynical faith of our adversary, darkness, she doubted not the dawn. fused in the living fire of the national Out of immeasurable suffering and cause. In the face of the impossible, loss, her soul mounted to new heights two million American soldiers ready to of resolution and sacrifice, rising above meet the debt of Lafayette and York- ruin and death like the shattered shaft town stood upon the soil of France. of Rheims lifting above the mortal des- Even as they poured overseas fell the olation of the plain the mutilated but last great staggering blows of desperate unconquerable emblem of her faith. In Germany. Reeling backward under a land where every hillside had become their impact, war-worn, Poilu and Tom- a battle-field and "every sod beneath my, retreating, demoralized, met the the feet a soldier's sepulchre," the American Marine at Chateau Thierry, very dead had burst their sepulchre to standing at bay in the very focal point stop the tongue of despair or surrender. of destiny, saw, astounded, the veteran To such Allies we became united, in hordes of the onrushing enemy halt, such scenes destined participants. Un- yield and fall before the fresh brawn of prepared, undisciplined, unarmed, we the West like ripe grain before the went down to Armageddon. Even in reaper. Inspired by that spectacle of that moment Russia dissolved into an critical valor, Briton and Frenchman impotent debating society. Shortly revived, rallied, reorganized, and over Servia was crushed, Rumania in ruins, the very pathway of defeat returned to Italy pressed to the walls of Venice. unbroken victory. Within a hundred The Allied fortunes moved from bad to worse while America organized: But days of that memorable morning even in that hour of crisis our people "Deutschland iiber Alles" echoed no found themselves. Out of the gloom more through the air of France and the 158 THE REDWOOD

Marseillaise was rising from German its ruins and shouting democracy. We throats in the streets of Berlin. stirred an ancient order with precept; Thank God, despite our hours of may we guide the new with the practi- weakness, doubt and vacillation, Amer- cal example of ordered liberty, devel- ica was not too late. Thank God, de- oped through a thousand years of hard spite the poison of the pacifist, we racial experience but struggling suc- learned in time that the murderous cessfully onward and upward to recon- campaign of the German submersible cile individual freedom with expanding could never be ended by the venal rhe- social progress, under self-imposed re- toric of a Chautauqua submissible. straint. Shall we hold this torch for

Thank God, we can not only enunciate darkened minds or dim it in the winds great truths, but still have the will and of the hour? Have we blazed the trail the faith to vindicate them in the blood for others but to follow the lost? Have of our bodies. Thank God for all self- we fought the despotism of a single effacing men who nobly did the work autocrat to surrender to the tyranny of at home, for that American womanhood many? Demonstrating in a life-and- that sent and served its men and in death struggle the practical as well as every place of famine, wounds and dis- the moral superiority of the individual- ease descended like white hosts of min- ly developed state over the state-devel- istering angels. Thank God for our he- oped individual, are we now to compro- roes on land and sea whose service and mise or parley with Bolshevism or State immortal sacrifice vindicate the out- Socialism, by whatever name, however raged rights of the nation and preserve plausible its guise, however reputable the imperiled cause of civilization. its sponsors or respectable its com- Thank God that out of this bloody tra- pany? Or shall we yield to like forces gedy emerges the triumph of represen- in other forms and weakly color the tative institutions, with new and great- very administration of law in the face er opportunity for the nation and man- of intolerable social threat? The very kind. existence of popular government de- For a century our political ideals and mands that it shall not merely resist institutions have captivated the minds the consequences—but possess the pow- as our material progress stirred the im- er and the will to control and suppress agination of men. Stimulated by our the causes—of social disorder. practical exemplification of humanita- But, sir, whatever the perplexities rian precept successfully operating, Re- of the future, this hour holds the splen- publicanism drove Monarchy from our did vision of glorious achievement. For Continent and transformed the Third tonight the battle is ended. Heroic Empire. But now civilization conquers France folds to her breast the children autocracy to find anarchy lurking in of her lost provinces. Italy, redeemed, THE REDWOOD 159

greets again her Roman mother. Al- Slavic Republic. In the very citadel bert, restored, sits once more upon the of military autocracy Socialism and Belgian throne. Down the sea-aisle of Anarchy struggle for the mastery of surrender has passed the broken Ar- Prussia. Somewhere tonight along that mada. The Crescent descends in the conquered border, an American soldier, Levant, our triumphant fleet rides in perhaps a Californian, possibly one of the Golden Horn. The Crown of the this fellowship, keeps the Watch on Hapsburgs hangs upon the cradle of the the Rhine. ; ; ! : ; ; !

The Onlookers

E'RE just a part of a million Yanks who were rarin' and tearin' to go,

Some of the men who fanned the Flame that set the Nations aglow

And we've only a rag of a service flag, and a silver stripe to show.

Doughboys back from the fighting front : Cheer them men with a will

Cheer with the Crowd (for we're part of it now), but we had our

place to fill

And the band is playing the Marsellaise and my wild heart won't be

still.

For wev'e got to say that we missed it all, glory and blood and tears

Sweated and drilled for months and months, seemed like a thousand years,

But never a chance to get to France. Look ! The parade appears.

Silent they pass like ships at night, —ships returning from sea,

Mine was an outfit of Regulars, too. Oh, it all comes back to me

We fought to go but the fates said no, and the fates the masters be.

We're only a bunch of fightin' Yanks who were rarin' and tearin' to go,

But we backed the men in the trenches then, with the fires of war aglow

And we've only a rag of a service flag and a silver stripe to show

LIEUT. J. CHARLES MURPHY '18

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Let No Man Put Asunder

Frank Maloney.

HETHER fate was try- in a while a strange look crossed his ing to play tricks on face. His eyes were as hard as two

me or not—it takes a flints struck by steel ; his lips were so far wiser person than tightly compressed that they appeared

I to answer the ques- one colorless bit of flesh; his jaw was

tion—my health broke set angrily ; his chest heaved up and down and I was forced to take a trip down as though he were in some gigan- abroad. After deep consideration I de- tic struggle ; his hands spasmodically cided to tour France, going there by opened and closed, leaving the flesh way of England. I booked passage on about the knuckles all white and blood- the Aquitania, bound for Liverpool. As less.

I was travelling alone, my room-mate "What's the matter?" I asked. was a stranger, who, as I afterwards "N-nothing, " he replied, trying to learned, had had many thrilling experi- pass it off lightly. He lapsed into an- ences. Our relations at first were very other fit of anger, and I put my hand formal, but they soon changed into upon his shoidder. He started as though close comradeship. enemies were upon him. I repeated the The first morning at sea found me question and he tried to look uncon- cerned the he tried, the worse confined to bed, tortured by that ter- ; but more rible malady,—seasickness. "Tell me, he became, until he gave up and con- ah—am I going to die?" I implored of fided his thoughts to me. He began Jim—that was my room-mate's name, his pathetic story in this way: Jim O'Malley. "I suppose I might as well tell you, "Oh no, you'll probably feel better because it must be told to some one this evening; if not, it can't last longer the more secret I keep it, the worse it than the voyage anyway." However, seems to haunt me. as the day progressed, I grew worse, "I lived in one of the mining towns until I had all I could do to keep up of Colorado, most of whose citizens my head. And then I learned what a were pretty tough characters. There fine friend I had in my companion. were some respectable families, of He stayed with me all afternoon. course, but they made up the minority. There was something about him, For these few a church had been erect- though, that was peculiar. Every once ed and good Father Casey used to come

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several miles to say Mass there every ened holding a mad dog at bay with a Sunday. heavy stick. I fired three shots into

"Probably the toughest family in the brute ; he stood still a moment, then that section were the Duggans, who fell over dead. were the rulers of the community. They "The poor girl sought a log nearby were the kind who would dance all and sat down exhausted. At last she night and work all day, hardly taking looked up at me with a shining smile, time to eat. Their one other occupation for which she was noted, and thanked was fighting; and on account of their me for what I had done. skill in the latter they did about what " 'That's nothing at all,' I gallantly they willed in Crampton. This lovable returned; 'won't you ride home? I have household consisted of eight members: an extra horse along ; this is no place father and mother, five boys—who be- for a girl, out here alone.' lieved that in unity there is strength " 'Thank you, I will. If it hadn't and one daughter, a rather pretty girl, been for you, I really don't know what who did not believe in tying herself I would have done.'

' down to one husband for a lifetime. ' That little episode started my infat- The reason for my mentioning the last uation for her, and when I had brought particular is because I happened to be her home in safety and had been intro- her first husband. duced to the 'old 'uns', as she called "When I came to Crampton, I was her parents, I think I was hearing timekeeper at the mines and happened wedding bells all around me. to be on the same shift as the Duggans. "After that, Kate always managed to Naturally I became acquainted with meet me on Sundays on my return from them, but that was all. I hadn't been the train. Soon I began to call on her there more than a few weeks when old and in six months from the time of our Joe died. Joe used to go to the railroad first meeting I was so desperately in every Sunday to meet Father Casey. love that I asked her to be my wife. After his death I volunteered to take She accepted, but didn't want to be his place, and the church people re- married by the priest. To this, how- ceived my services gratefully. ever, I finally won her consent, and "Returning home one afternoon, hav- good Father Casey married us and we ing escorted the priest to the train, I set out for the city amid showers of was startled to hear screams coming rice. On our return from the honey- from the brush a little to. the left of moon, a new house awaited us, the gift the trail. Drawing my revolver, I leapt of some of the boys. from my mount and went through the "All went well for a few weeks and brush. Coming to a clearing, I saw then she began to tire of me. At last Kate Duggan, white-faced and fright- our fatal quarrel came. She was pettish :

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about my trips with the priest and de- some pretext or other. Is that all manded that I stay with her on Sun- right?' days. "Apparently it was, and the next " 'But who will go to the station for Wednesday the priest paid the visit. Father Casey?' I remonstrated. That afternoon the two put in their " 'Some one else will, or he'll stop appearance at the courtroom. coming when he sees you've quit toady- " 'What's the meaning of this?' ask- ing to him.' ed the bewildered clergyman.

" 'I'll do nothing of the kind for the " 'Well, Father,' replied the magis-

! likes of you ' I retorted in real anger. trate, 'we've had a divorce suit here "'Then, I'll go home to mother!' between Miss Catherine Duggan and she replied. her husband, and as I couldn 't find any

"A few weeks later I found myself reason why she should secure a separa- a defendant in a suit for divorce. Squire tion, I and the rest of the court, decid- Goodham, our portly and celebrated vil- ed to leave the case to you.' lage magistrate, after listening to the " 'But I don't want to be drawn into lawyers for both sides of the case, said this case,' said the priest.

' — 'There are no real grounds for divorce, 'You'd better say something or ', so I'll grant none.' angrily broke in Pat Duggan.

' ' "Upon hearing this, the Duggans ' Silence in the court, ' bellowed the were very angry and made so much justice. noise that our portly judge thought of 'Well,' said the unwilling priest, a wise way out of his difficulty. 'since there is no alternative, I might " 'Tell you what I'll do,' he said. as well tell you what I have to say 'We'll take the case before Father about the matter. In the first place Casey and let him pronounce sentence. you know the Church holds that any- Is that satisfactory to all?' one validly married cannot be separat-

' ' A new question now confronted the ed: 'What God has joined together, magistrate and some of the other men. let no man put asunder.' To begin with, should Father Casey " 'Is that final?' shouted oue of the learn of the real reason why he was Duggan boys. wanted, he would certainly refuse to " 'Yes, it is,' returned the priest. come, for he always made it a part of " 'In other words, you won't sanc- his conduct never to mix himself up in tion the separation of my sister from matters concerning law suits." THAT?' pointing to yours truly. 'I know how to get around that " 'Yes.' little difficulty,' said one of the wiser " 'Well, we'll get you yet for this.' spirits. 'I'll invite him over to pay me The words were fairly hissed, and the a visit, then I '11 get him down here on speaker's face was lighted up with dev- ' !

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ilish hatred, so much so that his teeth a feeling that something was going to —or as I should have said, fangs, could happen. The more I tried to put it be seen below his thin, bloodless lips. aside, the stronger it came back to me. " 'By all the powers of heaven and At last, unable to restrain myself any earth,' responded the other with digni- longer, I burst out: ty, 'you'll never lay a hand on me, un- " 'Father, I have a feeling we are be- til He Who is above us allows you to. ing followed.' However, I'll always say Mass here on " 'I think so too,' replied the priest. Sundays, so you'll know where I am in 'I thought I heard a couple of twigs case you want me.' snap. Maybe though, it was only some "The fiery speech of Pat Duggan animal. and the quiet words of 'his Riverence' "We rode on in silence. I examined as some of the good old Irish people my weapons—a precaution I had learn- were wont to call him, rankled in the ed since coming to Crampton—and put breasts of many for several days. They them back into their holsters with never ceased ringing in my ears and I shaking hands. always carried two guns with me, in- "Bang! the report sounded startling- stead of one, with a cartridge belt full ly near ; a bullet whined close to my and a few reserves in my pocket. ear, clipping a leaf from a branch in "Father didn't think much of the its flight. We started to spur onwards, threat ; but in order to keep me from but two more bullets stopped our ani- 'putting up a howl',' as he would smil- mals, and we hastily got off and dodged ingly put it, he armed himself with two behind a big tree close at hand. guns and kept plenty of ammunition "We could see no one, but I started handy. pumping lead in the general direction "For several months nothing happen- of the enemy. My only wish was to ed, but I always felt the blow would keep them from getting any closer to fall sooner or later. Sunday after us. I wasn't so engaged very long, Sunday we traversed the lone trail un- when the first thing I knew—ping molested. There was one spot on it, came a bullet from the rear and lodged however, that I hated to pass. It was in the tree above my head. the place where I had met Kate and "It was no time for deliberation, and had wooed and won, but not kept her. about as quick as thought I yelled to

As we drew near it, a feeling of depres- Father Casey: 'Lie down, Father! It's sion would steal over me, which was our only chance. I'll try to keep this hard to overcome. front bunch off anyhow. I hope this "One Sunday we were late, for some fellow behind will get his medicine reason or other, and were hurrying to from them. Serve him right if he does.' make up time. All that morning I had "Just then, I glanced out from be- ' !

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hind the tree and thought I saw a bush "It was brought and we were both move. I raised my pistols to fire. tied hand and foot. They then brought Scarcely had I pulled the trigger, when a horse and wagon around and threw

I felt a numbness in my arm ; my gun us into it. As an added precaution, we dropped from my nerveless hand, my were both gagged and handkerchiefs brain whirled, and I felt, for a minute tied over our eyes ; then a couple of old as though I had a thousand enemies ca- blankets were thrown over us to hide pering about, all shooting at once. I us from sight. soon recovered my wits and to my sur- "We rode in utter darkness for half prise found that my opponents were an hour or more, although it seemed very quiet in front of me. I turned for ages to me, over rough roads. At last a moment to the priest, thinking I had we came to a halt and our blankets done a little damage to the enemy in were thrown off. They lifted us rough- front. ly from the old buck-board, and let us " 'Well, Jim,' says he, 'they got me fall heavily upon the ground. On ac- in the foot, so there's no running count of the loss of blood I fainted, but away. was soon brought around again. "Spurred on by this, I opened again, "They carried me to a tree and tied but it was of little avail. I could not me to it securely before the handker- see what I was shooting at. And the chief was taken from my eyes. At that next thing I knew I hadn't a single car- instant a sight I would rather die than tridge left. It didn't take the enemy witness again pictured itself before me. long to guess this from our persistent What had once been a lake lay before silence and they closed in on us, guns me, but instead of sparkling waters, in hand, ready to dispatch us at the nothing remained but a dank, sodden, least move. My intuitions had served lurid bit of earth. Snakes raised their me faithfully; it was the Duggans. arrow-like heads to peer about and to There were four of them and Pug hiss at us. Scrawny bushes grew there, Reilly, one of their cronies, who had the abode of lizards and other small done time in the pen." reptiles. " 'We've got you at last,' 'snarled "Father Casey's arms were untied, Pat to Father Casey, 'and you're going but the fetters remained about his legs. to pay with interest. You,' turning to Picking him up bodily, Pat and Pug, me, 'will pay too. You've killed Tim. the strongest of the murderers, carried We were going to let you go, but now him to the brink of the marsh. Then I you'll suffer. And the best part of it knew the meaning of what Pat had said is,' he laughed, 'there'll never be any about leaving no trace ; they were go- traces of you. Hey Pug, bring that ing to throw him into it rope here.' " 'One, two three,' said Pat. At the ' ;' ' —

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last count they threw him into the most "I recommenced my struggles; I treacherous swamp in that part of the sawed backwards and forwards in a country. The surface was hard enough vain effort to loosen my cruel bonds. to hold up an animal, such as a rabbit During these exertions, I couldn't keep or a dog, but no human had ever been my eyes from the doomed man. There known to escape its treacherous was no movement at all—I could see a clutches. button on his coat one minute, the next

"The murderers, devils, or whatever it was not there. I wondered in my you wish to call them, stood watching, half-crazed brain how this could be grinning, and hurling words at their there was no struggle—no sound victim I wouldn't use on a dog. To nothing at all, he only sank very make their torture more agonizing, slowly. they placed a plank near him, but just " 'Oh, God!' I cried, 'how can this out of his reach. As for me, I suppose be? Is it possible to save him?' they thought I would be torn by wolves " 'It can only be done by a miracle But 'man proposes and God disposes.' my son. My last minutes are at hand. "If I could get loose it would be an Pray for me, that I may die as a priest easy matter to crawl out on the board should!' and rescue Father Casey. But it was "All this time no struggle was visi- of no avail—my bonds were so securely ble. One minute he would sink very tied that I couldn't even begin to loos- fast; then again, he scarcely moved at en them ; and the more I tried, the deep- all. Oh, but the suspense was awful: er they bit into my flesh. there was death staring him in the face. " 'There's a plank for you to get out "Don't give in Father! I'm com-

! on,' guffawed Pat. 'If you can escape, ing ! "Wait for me ' I cried. at you're welcome— to your freedom ; but if "I struggled, I pulled and tugged you can't ' he left before he finished my cruel bonds; I kicked and shouted, the sentence, but we knew its implied but to no avail. meaning. " 'Oh God!' I thought, 'can this be " 'Well, my son, I guess we've taken true ?

' ' our last Sunday morning ride together, ' Pray for me, my son, ' said Father smiled Father as he tried to speak Casey. 'Pray that I may die in His lightly. Grace.' " 'Oh, Father!' I sobbed. 'I—I may "The slime was now up to his chin

be able to release myself yet. Oh ! God, and creeping higher all the time, its help me ! unsatiable appetite craving for more.

' ! " ' ' 'Don't give up the ship, we haven't ' Father ' I cried. I 'm nearly free. gone down yet,' came the consoling re- Wait a few moments and I'll save you.' ply. " 'All is nearly over my boy. May : :

THE REDWOOD 167 — God ha ' his last words were cut off the Cross, made by the earthly repre- by the black slime that had entered his sentative of Him Who suffered and mouth. died for us upon Calvary. "I never, in all my life, expect to see "When I awoke, I lay in the Squire's a man face death so fearlessly. His house, all bandaged up. When I told eyes lighted up sublimely, as though he him of my experiences, the only words already saw the Gates of Heaven open- he uttered were ing for him. " 'THE HUNS!' "I redoubled my struggles and was "We took the case before the sheriff, rewarded by feeling my cruel bonds but he was afraid of the Duggans. Then loosen. I tried harder—they became we brought it to the Attorney-General. slack—I cried out in delight He quickly had the murderers cap- "'I'll help you, Father! I'm com- tured. ing!' As I finished, I fainted again. "When they were tried, the jury ren- "The sun broke through my crazed dered the verdict of guilty in the first eyes. Far, far away, a hand was lifted degree. The judge sentenced Pat, his in the air. It swayed up and down, father, and Pug to be hanged. The backwards and forwards, from the other two boys were given life impris- right to the left—then disappeared. onment. Nothing remained but the unruffled, " 'Now, is it any wonder,' he said, ghastly morass, the home of reptiles. turning to me, 'that I was nearly crazy. Slowly my befogged brain became act- Furthermore, it was a year ago today ive again. I knew it was the Sign of the tragedy took place." ! ; ;

"He Is Risen"

HIS is the month, and now the happy day

On which the Son of Him who rules above,

Broke the strong bands that held Him where He lay,

A consecrated victim of His love.

Those who had known Him best could scarce believe ;

His foes with jeering laughter heard the tale

And Thomas boasted he must first perceive

The gaping handiwork of lance and nail

But when, abashed, his trembling fingers felt

The Master's hands, the side which late had bled

From that last brutal spear-thrust—sternly dealt

To seal His death—the thorn-prints on His head,

Oh, with what raptured faith, firmer than sight,

He felt the bursting heart within him thrill !

He knew his Master for the Lord of Might,

And Death a weakling, servile to His will.

Then hail the God-Man, of Blest Mary born,

Who stooped to death our soul's true life to save

Acclaim, O joyous bells, this Easter morn,

The Victim-Victor risen from the grave ! MARTIN M. MURPHY

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As You Like It

Thomas E. Whelan.

ESIDE one of the many But, was it bashfulness that made the flower stands that bor- color rise even to his temples and his der the Chronicle fingers twitch in that way? Building on Kearney Betty managed to gurgle, in exclam- and Market Streets, atory interrogation, "Hockenstibby?" stood Betty Riley. She Nothing further seemed necessary was Irish and a real blonde, graceful and he said: "Have you the foreign and vivacious; and in her natty yeo- papers?" manette uniform she looked like an in- Betty answered: "No; I haven't got carnation of one of the pen-products of them. Let's walk down the street and Howard Chandler Christy. get out of this crowd. We can sit in She cast an eager glance' along the the lobby of the Palace Hotel." sidewalk, beating an impatient rat-tat Arrived there, the Lieutenant began with her trim foot ; for she had a lunch- "Well, here we are; what's wrong? eon engagement and there was no sign Why haven't you the papers?"'

' ' of ' him ' on the horizon ; though it was "There were too many around to- now many minutes past the appointed day; but when I go back I relieve the time. rest and I can get them then. You take Out of the crowd that surges past a room here, and I'll return about two this corner at the noon hour, when the o'clock and we can go over them in stores and office buildings pour forth detail. What name will you register their employees, stepped a junior lieu- under?" tenant of the U. S. Army. "Without "Lieutenant Putnam, U. S. N." the conventional salutation one gives a Betty left him to his thoughts while young lady, he came up to Betty and she hurried to her office in the Sheldon merely said: "Hockenstibby." Building, where she confided to Capt. Poor Betty, taken out of her reverie Munsey, Commanding Officer, that she so suddenly, nearly lifted both feet at had had quite a luncheon hour. the same time. However, she soon com- She had hardly finished her amusing posed herself and assumed the role of story when a messenger came in with a a Vamp—for he was exceedingly good- telegram. Opening it, the Captain looking. made out the code for the following:

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Headqtrs., Naval Dstrct. B. of hasty conjectures as a large section Warning. Spy Suspects. Careful. of Uncle Sam's Navy passed through N. D. 12. the lobby on the way out. per R. Shortly after, "Extra" papers were "Miss Riley, there may be something on the streets, and big red letters in what you say. So I '11 put the matter across the front page announced: into your hands and place my force un- YEOMANETTE CAPTURES SPY. der your command. Want it?" • # • "Do I want it? Say, I 'm hungry and Up in the lounging room of the Olym- I '11 eat it up!" Betty began immediately. She sent pic Club, Bob Hutchins, a young Army Lieutenant from over there, was seated, Yeoman Sloat out to shadow Putnam, as sober and Ensign Jackson up town. Then as Rodin's Thinker, and to all appearances bearing a greater weight she prepared some papers and taking than did old Atlas. along several young officers and yeo- A newsboy approached and displayed men from the office, made her way to his wares. "Paper, Mister?" the Palace.

"No, not to-day, sonny. . . . As she entered Putnam's room, she —Say,

hold on a minute ! What . . Her pic- saw him lazily lighting a cigarette. ture?" He pulled out a dollar. "Gim- Turning at her approach, he asked: "The papers?" me a dozen. Here; keep the change." "All right this time," she replied, He read a few lines and then kicked over chairs "here they are; read them aloud so I two as he made a wild rush can explain as you go along." out the front door and down to the Hardly believing his eyes, the Lieu- corner. tenant seized the sheet, and this is what "Ha! now I see why she was with he read that Navy piker on Market Street ! Hi

Transports, Sherman and Logan; you ! Taxi—Sheldon Building

! ' troops and supplies for Siberia, 8/15/18. quick Three torpedo boats in pursuit of Betty beamed her welcome, and Bob raider, South Pacific waters. talked a sort of disconnected jargon Hospital ship due Panama Canal, 17. which Betty knew meant his congratu- New pass-word: Forward March. lations.

' The last word proved a magic com- ' Oh, boy ! ain 't it a grand and glori- mand; for the door flew open and in ous feelin' to have a girl that's fam- bolted two big ensigns, followed closely ous! Say, Betty, if you'll only say the by three bigger yeomen. Lieut. Put- little word we can take breakfast, din- nam had the sense not to resist; but ner and supper together, and I'll never, there were quite a commotion and a lot never be late again." '

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"Or else," Betty amended, "bring Gobs! that's the blonde! that's the the same kind of luck. Suppose you blonde!" hadn't been late for lunch TO-DAY, Hutchins pushed him back into the Bob." chair and volunteered: "Better take ! ' this boy out ; he 's goofy Then to an assistant, standing near "Wait a second give him a hear- the chair occupied by one whom Bob — ing," broke in Captain Munsey. recognized as his supposed rival: "En- With eyes fairly bulging from their sign Jackson, please bring in your sockets, Putnam whispered to Miss prisoner." A half-startled half-quizzi- Dunlap, his accomplice, daughter of J. cal look came over the face of the non- B. Dunlap of the International Import- ing Co.: "Have you THE papers?" chalant Mr. Putnam, as another Chris- The girl nodded a reply. ty girl in yeomanette attire was ush- "Whoopie!" shouted the fake lieu- ered into the office. tenant; "now I can roll my own. I'm Putnam jumped to his feet. "Great sick and tired of these tailor-mades." 7fa- *Re4«<*wt,

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.„ . We wandered from our Sanc- To the Americans left on this side of . ;um just the other day to the Atlantic, the real test has come. We >reathe and enjoy the Spring must show the nations who were asso- air; everywhere we saw placards an- ciated with us in the Great War that nouncing the coming of a great event, we know how to make good. Our Ar- and what attracted our eye most and mies were the last stumbling block to kept turning in our mind was a simple the forces of militarism. Out of victory declarative sentence, the slogan of the now comes the obligation of sustaining new Loan: "Sure, we'll finish the financially the work entailed in recon- Job." struction. The support of our dollars

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is needed that the culmination of Dem- ing you, and a vague tendency to dis- ocracy's house-cleaning process may he couragement. Then you are the very naught but a complete success. And audience we crave. However unfor- upon all true Americans devolves a still tunate your race so far, don't let the greater task. We must prove that our past be the measure of the future. Be- patriotism is not the kind that is born gin right now ! Buckle down to harder of extremities and stirred to action and more sincere work from this out, only by the blast of martial music, but that the severe test awaiting you in the that it is the outgrowth of a devotion Finals may not find you wanting. Nev- deep-rooted in the steady determina- er let it be said that the mere danger of tion of a consecrated service. failure has disheartened you. What? With this conception uppermost in Too much work? There may be some our thoughts, with this responsibility plausibility there ; yet the greater part sounding its clarion call to generous of that attitude is but a figment of giving, we should respond to the Vic- youthful imagination in the Spring- tory Loan. Only thus can we do our time. We might be more disposed to destined part in "establishing peace take your word for proof, had you kept upon the permanent foundation of that promise of yours about writing a right and justice." poem or story or essay for The Red- wood. Do you remember? Of course, we still appreciate your good inten- Has it ever occurred to tions. However, what we wished to say The Race you in your moments of is, now that "second wind" is stirring leisure and calm reflec- within us a firmer determination, let's tion that the end is fast approaching? all keep going during the few weeks

The racers are nearing the goal ; al- still at our disposal. Assiduity, which ready we have rounded the last turn we all can acquire, plus gray matter, and are entering the long home stretch. which we all possess in sufficient meas- In the brooding quiet of our Sanctum, ure (though not recklessly exhibited we wonder whether you, too, have occa- hitherto), will form a wonderful and sion to grieve over many ill-spent hours triumphant combination. At any rate, and work that you skimped or perhaps remember that defeat or victory is omitted entirely, to indulge some un- finally decided only when the race is profitable whim. done. If you have not, then yours will sure- ly be the victory and ours the pleasant duty of praising your well concerted ef- A bill was recently pro- The Wrong forts. posed, in the Assembly Tree But suppose now, as you recapitulate, of one of our Western you find a sense of unfulfilment haunt- States, advocating the abolition of the ;

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German language from the curriculum was but a means to an end that was en- of its schools. Many will acclaim such tirely good and worthy, according to a measure as a punishment proportion- the principles of the user. But the sub- ed to the magnitude of the crimes per- tle instigating force behind this con- petrated by the agents of the former temptible gnawing into the very vitals Kaiser. Yet, to other minds, our own of our nation must be sought elsewhere included, it seems to involve at least a than in the mere language or the music partial missing of the real point at is- or the literature and art of Germany. sue. So, while we are about it, why not rec- In the light of this country's war- ognize its real source—the principles time experiences, no sane-minded per- found in the philosophy of Kant, of son can deny the far-reaching and dis- Haeckel and other prominent German astrous results of German propaganda. Materialists? Banishing such pernici- The monster has indeed been chained at ous doctrines from their present com- last; nevertheless, as we emerge from manding position in our leading Uni- the struggle, it would be well not to versities would be a more sensible forget the lessons we have been taught. means of checking the hated aftermath No doubt the German language has of Kultur. been a serviceable channel of propa- To legislate only against the Ger- its contributing man language is at best inadequate ganda ; but whatever influence to the sum of effects, it was and for all the world it looks like the the very least significant. The lan- ancient fatuity of "barking up the guage was but a tool in the hands of a wrong tree." distorted intellect; and furthermore, it Mttiuersitij Notes

The Philalethic Senate, The ed Federal Prohibition as a religious, Santa Clara's honor so- scientific and constitutional heresy, Senate ciety, held one of the which on that account cannot and will liveliest and most hotly contested de- not be enforced. bates it has held in years, when, on Then came the "Drys" 'with an ar- March 25th, it met to discuss Prohibi- ray of forensic oratory almost border- tion. ing on the pathetic, endeavoring to up- Resolved, "That the Federal Prohibi- set the more reserved and purely argu- tion Amendment is unwise and unjust mentative stand of the "Wets". Sen- in principle, and can never be en- ators "Jazz" O'Connor and Jean Jae- forced", was a question that was sure ger managed to make a great deal out to prove interesting, especially in view of a poor case, which was all the more of the last clause. creditable from the fact that their ar- The "Wets", led by Senators Frank dor and enthusiasm had only a sort of Conneally and Henry Veit, must be impersonal, academic basis; for neither congratulated on the excellent manner gentleman could possibly have meant a in which they upheld their side. They word he said. The debate was called a brought out with unusual force the un- tie. This, in itself is a tribute to the ethical modern tendency to meddle Negative, as it would be no slander to with legitimate personal liberty and in- say that personal sentiment and convic- alienable private rights matters which — tion in the August Body run strongly the very instrument amended by over toward the Affirmative of that even- zealous Prohibitionists was designed to ing's question. safeguard. They argued that the new The next meeting, Tuesday, April amendment means the wasting of mil- 1st, brought up the question of the an- lions of acres of land and throwing Society. After a thousands of men out of employment in nual banquet of the a time of growing discontent among the lengthy discussion, involving a choice industrial and laboring population of between a banquet of mere trimmings the country. Summing up, they brand- and fat speeches, or one with genuine

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food and sparser oratory, the Senate de- annual debate for the Ryland prizes. cided in favor of the latter. The honor falls this year upon Senators But where should the great function Frank Conneally, Jean Jaeger and Hen- take place—San Jose or San Francisco ? ry Veit. Frank's ability is well known

The mere mention of the Metropolis in from past performances ; the same holds this connection caused prolonged ap- for Jean, whose recent experience as plause, only to be silenced by the sug- Lieutenant, telling what's what to the gestion that lack of time and a deplet- buck privates in Uncle Sam's Army ed roll-call, due to wartime conditions, ought to make him more effective than counselled a postponement of such a ever ; and as for the third member sudden break into the "Big Brush." well, just let any young sprout from The regular debate on that evening the House attempt to "argufy" with was characterized by the usual fire and Marse Henry, just let him! mirth that mark all senatorial func- tions. The question read: Resolved, "That Allied intervention in Russia House of At the session of Tues- has been a colossal failure and our Am- Philhis- day, March 25th, the torians erican forces should be withdrawn." House elected its Ry- Senators Moroney and McCoy, support- land Debate Team. The selection was ing the Affirmative in their maiden ap- made after a number of speakers had pearance before the Upper House, did shown their mettle in a try-out debate a exceedingly well. It was only by a on the question: Resolved, "That small margin that they lost to the Neg- League of Nations should be established ative team, consisting of Senators at the Peace Conference." were Rep- Korte and Whelan. Perhaps it was ex- The successful contestants perience that told in the long run; resentatives Randall O'Neill, Martin Heafey, upon whom though it were time all parties should Walsh and Edwin of the realize the impossibility of wresting devolves the obligation meeting April anything save abuse from the "Skeet- Senate Team on the evening of er", once he starts conspiring. The 29th. promise of being formal contest was followed by a keen That these men give ambitious encounter on the floor of the Senate be- a stumbling block to the for the tween the Diaz and O'Connor factions. Senators we do not doubt; but courtesy we hereby remind It was marked by a steady flow of lan- sake of a heavy guage including some pert and sassy them they have undertaken retorts by each speaker. task. selected for the Ryland At this meeting we learned the per- The question League sonnel of the Senate team that will op- Debate is: Resolved, "That a presented at the pose the House of Philhistorians in the of Nations, in the form THE REDWOOD 177

Peace Conference on Feb. 14th, 1919, is largely with the religious side of the preferable to any system based upon war, and the speaker's interesting per- the Balance of Power." sonal experiences during his more than The House will argue for the nega- three years' service in the front line tive. trenches. A few days later we were honored by the presence of another world-famous On March 25th, a meet- Frenchman, M. Joseph Bonnet, the cel- Student ing of this organization ebrated organist. The facts of his bril- Body was called to order by liant career are well known to all music Prexy Korte for the purpose of adjust- lovers. At the present time he is tour- ing certain affairs which had been sad- ing the United States, giving a series of ly neglected during the period of the S. recitals in our large cities. Little had A. T. C. most of us suspected that the asthmatic The question relative to the awarding old instrument in our Memorial Chapel of block sweaters to the members of the could pour forth such raptures as it 1918 Football team caused great agita- did under the fingers of this great mu- tion. After much argument pro and sician, after Benediction on the First con, it was decided that the team which Friday of March. defeated Stanford's S. A. T. C. last No- vember was not a representative Var- sity squad, and consequently the play- Affairs in this import- Mountain ers are not entitled to wear the coveted ant branch of campus League S. C. letters. activities took a slump By unanimous consent the Student a while back, but are now bursting into Body voted a nominal assessment to the spotlight again with the Wops provide funds for presenting gold bas- hounding the Micks for the champion- ketballs to the champion Varsity quin- ship. tet. The latest game between these two factions resulted in an 8 to 1 victory for the former; and at that, according On Monday afternoon, to Hoyle, the latter really deserved a Visitors March 3rd, the students goose-egg. When "Mary" Trabucco were accorded the pleas- smashed his clean single to left field, ure of listening to Major C. Cabanel, "Cicero, Jr.", our canine mascot, beat Chaplain General of the 66th Division, the outfielder to the pellet, romped off Chasseurs Alpines, better known as the with it and allowed the runner to "Blue Devils". The address took the score. Such a contingency had never form of an illustrated lecture, dealing entered the calculations of the Moun- 178 THE REDWOOD

tain League law-makers, so the run had man's marvelous works a more interest- to go down in the score book. ing and attractive one.

As the end of the schol- Tuesday evening, April Industrial Oratorical astic year approaches 8th, saw the Auditorium Chemistry Contest the chemistry students filled to capacity when have during the last month been af- the annual contest for the Owl and forded an opportunity to learn how the Junior prizes was held. The winner of principles and facts which they have the High School Elocution prize will be heard explained in the lecture room are announced next month at Commence- put into practice in the industrial life ment. The Owl prize for Oratory was of the nation. On Sunday and Wednes- won by Frank Conneally, who delivered day evenings both films and stereopti- a masterly speech on the menace of can slides of the production and manu- Bolshevism. The program was as fol- facture of rubber, coal, fixed nitrogen, lows : matches, concrete, asbestos, etc., have Patriotic Airs Hayes been shown in the Chemistry Hall and University Band explained by the Professor of inorganic Introductory Remarks chemistry, Fr. F. McGarrigle. James B. O'Connor, '20 As many of the students of the high FOR THE JUNIOR PRIZES school attend these industrial lectures, the technical subjects have at times Rienzi to the Romans Mitford been varied by the illustration of others W. Carey Collaghan, 1st Year High not strictly chemical. Such were the Speech at Knapp's Trial Webster geological aspects of the Hawaiian vol- John M. Burnett, 2nd Year High cano Kilauea and of Yellowstone and Fagin in Prison Dickens Yosemite National Parks and topics of Lloyd B. Nolan, 2nd Year High general interest, such contrac- as the Oriental Roses Waltz Ivanochi tion and prevention of bacterial dis- University Band ease, the printing, illustrating, binding The Irish Disturbance Bill O'Connell of the Saturday Evening Post, etc. John P. Dempsey, 3rd Year High Thus by a comparatively easy and Waterloo Byron interesting method the student may ac- Henry M. Robidoux, 3rd Year High quire considerable general knowledge which rounds out class work and in no The Blacksmith's' Story Olive mean measure supplements his fund of John M. Jackson, 4th Year High conversational topics while at the same Serenade—A Night in June King time it makes his outlook on God's and University Band THE REDWOOD 179

FOR THE OWL PRIZE The New Revolution A League of Nations or Not? Francis M. Conneally, '20 Louis J. Trabucco, '22 March—Thrill of Victory Kuefer Bring the Boys Home from Russia ... University Band Edwin A. Heafey, '22 The following gentlemen acted as The Soldier's Home-coming Judges : Bro. Adam, S. M., Capt. A. B. Eugene R. Jaeger, '20 Canelo, Prof. C. W. Townsend, Mr. L. Bass Solo The Deep Sea -King — Louis Gairaud, Mr. Ronald G. Stewart. Alfredo A. Ferrario Fred J. Moran. An Incident of No Man's Land Norbert Korte. Randall 0. O'Neill, '20 frQfo ^-fVJ-fXM. CLAEft:

Back to the city by the Golden California troops in the Philippines '88 Gate, the home he loves best, during the Spanish war. The Redwood comes Father "Joe" Mc- congratulates him and here expresses Quaide. Home must be more pleasing the wish that he will soon favor us with and brighter than ever after a stren- a visit. uous sojourn in France. Captain Mc- Quaide was chaplain of the 62nd Regi- ment of Coast Artillery. After three Dr. James C. Zan, now a weeks of duty with his boys he was sent '92 prominent physician of Port- to the front, where he saw plenty of ac- land, Oregon, surprised us re- tion. He has recently been honored cently on his first return to Santa Clara with the prized medal of France for dis- since his college days in the early nine- tinguished service in aiding a little ties. Dr. Zan, in company with his French village sorely stricken by the family, is making an automobile tour of fatal influenza. In the absence of both California, A former ball player on the physician and priest, he hastened to the Varsity, he had a very happy reunion plague-stricken community and gave over "ye good old days", with Char- what aid he could in relieving suffering ley Graham, who was here at the time and administering the last Sacraments training his pet Seals. just of Rev. to the dying. Father McQuaide had al- Welcome word has come most forgotten the incident; but after T. O'Connell, who has been many chaplain, for- his return to the States, the peasants in months "over there" as spiritual calibre of the A. the little town, in gratitude for his de- tifying the votion sent a delegation to Paris to E. F. in the same kind fatherly way home. Chap- secure official recognition of his gener- that was his wont here at proud owner of a osity and valor. Father McQuaide was lain O'Connell is the for exception- no novice in the duties of Chaplain, decoration awarded him having served in that capacity with the al valor. 180 THE REDWOOD 181

We have the honor and pleas- James F. Twohy, one of the '96 ure of printing in this issue '07 earliest and ablest editors of an impressive address deliv- The Redwood, spent a pleas- ered a few months ago by one of our ant afternoon last month revisiting most successful Alumni, Mr. James A. familiar scenes about the campus. The Emery, of Washington, D. C. While files of this magazine bear ample testi- an undergraduate, Mr. Emery was rec- mony to "Jim's" ability as poet, es- ognized as a gifted literary man and sayist, story-writer and athlete. In debater, and oldtimers tell us we have addition to his uncommon literary tal- still to find his superior in the efficient ent, Mr. Twohy has shown rare busi- management of Santa Clara's athletics. ness ability as well in the important

Mr. Emery is an attorney of nation- position he has held since his gradua- wide reputation, having devoted his tion. talents and energies to the mainten- ance of harmony and wise co-operation The untimely death of Rob- among the forces behind the industrial '08 ert E. Twohy was lamented and commercial life of this country. On by none more than by his his visits to the Coast he is in great de- many friends here at Santa Clara. We mand as an entertaining and instructive had hoped to publish in this issue a in speaker at intellectual gatherings special article in well deserved tribute the Metropolis. We hope to hear him to him, but have been obliged to reserve some day in the Auditorium where he it until next month. Meanwhile we ex- made his debut as a public speaker. tend the condolences of The Redwood For the text of the scholarly speech we and the Student Body to "Bob's" be- are here republishing, the Redwood reaved relatives and many friends. wishes to express its acknowledgement and gratitude to the courtesy of Mr. veterans from Charles K. Field, Editor of Sunset Mag- Among the '08 overseas happy in their re- azine. Ex turn home, is Sergeant Ben- jamin H. Baird. Early in the war, Ben- Ralph C. Harrison has been ny enlisted in the French Foreign Le- '05 promoted to the rank of Ma- gion and was later transferred to the jor, in the Regular Army. American Aviation Corps. He confirms Few were the highways or byways in the tales told in fiction about the for- the Argonne country he failed to tra- mer organization, which, he says, was verse. Major Harrison is now Chief composed for the most part of hunted of the Provost Guard in that section. men, accustomed to taking desperate 182 THE REDWOOD

chances. No, gentle reader, it implies a year in service at the front. A short nothing; for an honorable discharge, while back, he came down from Mather you know, wipes out any charge there Field in his bi-plane and showed mar- may have been against a man in civil velous skill in handling his machine, to life ; and then, too, there are exceptions the admiration of thousands gathered to every, rule. At present, Benny is a on the campus for the Seals' farewell consulting engineer with headquarters game. in San Francisco.

Though years have fled since Another warrior to return to '12 his departure, there is still '10 the peaceful pursuits of civil- resonant hereabouts a faint ian life is Captain Byington echo of his hale and hearty laugh. Ford. He comes home with the dis- George Mayerle, Jr., was the college tinction of having participated in near-

comedian par excellence ; and though ly every important action in which the a finished Thespian as well, it was as Yankee forces were engaged. an original mirth-provoker he is best remembered. George is in business in

San Francisco ; and from all reports From his "blues" back to ' ' has lost none of his irresistible ' stuff '11 civilian garb, and Dan Tad- ', as would appear from the fact that he ich is just the same. "While actually "kidded" a foot-pad into re- at Santa Clara, Dan did many things to storing him some carfare after being make him remembered ; he was a husky held up and robbed. forward on the first team to represent the Varsity in Rugby, and he also gain- ed undying fame for proficiency in wielding a hammer in the wings of the Raymond Durney, at present Auditorium stage. He was not a knock- Ex '14 with the army of occupation, er in any oblique sense of that word; relaxed his watch on the just a master stage-hand for the many Rhine to send a short greeting to his theatricals of his day. Upon his dis- friends at the University. According charge from the Navy, Dan accepted a to latest reports, he is enjoying life in good business position and at present the neighborhood of Strasburg. resides in San Francisco. The Red- wood extends him its good wishes for every success. Ronald Stewart has opened a Home from France as one of Uncle '17 law office in San Jose in con- Sam's clever birdmen, flew Lieut. Dom- junction with his old Santa inic Di Fiori after spending more than Clara friend John J. Jones, "11. — !

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The "Laureate of Milpitas" father's ranch where he is helping to '18 returned last week to his solve the ancient problem—what is a Alma Mater for a brief stay. plow, and, if so, when? Persistent ru- Who will say that Lieut. J. Charles mor avers that Dan Cupid has lately Murphy has not the soul of the Muses visited the house of "Bill's" heart and with him? "Jazzy" was editor of this decided to arrange for permanent ac- department while a student here. He commodations. Oh, you little Dan was also a steady contributor in other ways; his graceful, melodious verses being particularly in demand. Lieut. IN MEMORIAM.

Murphy is still in the service—Camp Once again it becomes our painful Lewis is his present place of inspira- duty to record the passing of several tion—but he expects to rejoin his civil- prominent members of the Alumni As- ian brothers in the Law School here at sociation. the Mission. Late in March, Robert Edmund Two- Lieut. Rudolph J. Scholz drops a line hy went to his reward after a long and " now and then from Camp Lee, 'way heroic struggle with an insidious dis-

' down in Virginny '. Rudie was always ease that baffled the most expert med- a fine student and was also very prom- ical attention. Still under thirty, bril- inent in athletics, starring in all the liant, successful, ideally happy in the Big Games with Stanford. devotion of his fond relatives and the love of his young wife, Bob had every- thing to live for; but God's unsearch- Ensign Craig Howard is flut- able Providence willed the great sacri- '18 love Ex tering between and duty fice, and Bob's remarkably unquestion- —Santa Clara and Vallejo ing and ardent Catholic faith respond- awaiting Uncle Sam's permission to re- ed with heroic submission. sume the discarded jeans of civilian Charles L. Barrington, known as the life. most prominent and zealous Catholic layman in San Jose, was summoned by death on the 27th of last month. In A voice out of the wilderness another section of this number we have '21 somewhere near Loomis, a graceful tribute to his memory from reached us from the person of the pen of his devoted friend and broth- Ex-Lieut. Arthur K. Brennan. When er-in-law, Mr. Charles D. South, '01. "Bill" received his papers, he found called upon the lure of nature too strong to permit On April 2nd, we were him to return to poring over forgotten to mourn the departure from this life book-lore, so he repaired at once to his of Hon. William G. Lorigan, who died !

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in San Francisco after a protracted ill- succumbed to an attack of pneumonia a ness. Judge Lorigan worthily occupied few weeks ago at his old home in Vir- a place on the California Supreme ginia City, Nevada. Bench for many years, being universal- To his afflicted relatives and those ly considered one of the most eminent of the other departed Alumni here jurists in the West. mentioned, The Redwood takes this oc- And now we receive word of the ear- casion to extend its most heartfelt con- ly demise of another well-remembered dolences. Requiescant in pace graduate, Mr. James S. Flynn, '01. He James B. O'Connor. In going over the reviews we have and appreciated, the Chronicle does not written during the course of the month, yet come near our ideal of a truly pro- it occurred to us that some of our criti- gressive college magazine. cisms might give the impression that Indeed, if we are correct in our judg- the Lenten season had made us a trifle ment of the University, which, with its hypercritical, if not impertinent in our large student body, is an important fac- bluntness. We disclaim any intention tor in the educational system of the to be dogmatic not to say uncharitable Middle West, we think that its literary in our official capacity ; our main fault, production does not faithfully portray so far as our conscience testifies, being the spirit and traditions of the place. a somewhat youthful penchant for It seems to us lacking in the personal "talking right out in meeting". This character it can derive only from the is not reputed to be the most diplo- literary efforts of Creighton under-

matic sort of tiling to do ; but now that graduates. we sincerely disavow any intention to Instead of finding, as we do this offend, we think our friends will not month, an almost exclusive contribu- hold it against us if we publish our tion by writers with alphabetical ap- judgments upon their work just as they pendages to their names, we should be came off the bat with their journals delighted to review the efforts, how- still in our hands. ever inferior, of men whose names are at present followed only by class num- erals. In other words, a college journal

This monthly comes to should be the production as it is the Creighton us with an improved fla- mouthpiece, of the students themselves, Chronicle vor of college life and not of fthe Alumni or the Faculty. Lest spirit, which, as we have already re- we invite imprecations on our young, marked in these pages, was not much though precocious heads, we revert to in evidence before. the main subject of these remarks. But, though an improvement is noted From among its contents, we pick "A

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Last Tribute" as the one which we essays, short stories, poems—efforts of judge the best. It is an oration deliv- the students themselves. ered at the funeral of the noble foun- er of Creighton University ; and even though it is some years since the sen- From across the conti- Georgetown tences were uttered, still, like the an- nent comes our welcome Journal cient masterpieces we love to study, it visitor the Georgetown contains many beautiful passages, an College Journal. Judging from its lit- excellent panegyric on the life and erary efforts this time, we are forced to deeds of this great philanthropist. To conclude that the war has left in its put it mildly, we thoroughly enjoyed it. wake of ruin and hardship a drought Next we mention "Founder's Day", of real College poetry. We confess to not that we are going to say much some disappointment at not being able about it nor even that it ranks next in to enjoy some of the old-time interest- merit ; but simply because it is the only ing bits of verse in our friend from the student contribution, and this we ap- Nation's Capitol, as we thought we de- preciate. tected a general lack of seriousness in "Back to the Arms of the Nation", the few poems to be found in the cur- is the one poem in the present issue. rent number.

Though not rising to great heights of "At the Window" is the best; but it imagination or emotion, it beautifully can hardly lay claim to special praise, expresses the country's gratitude for as both in theme and in expression it the triumphant return of its heroes. falls somewhat below the mark. As much as anything else in this There is a poverty of rhythm in the number, we enjoyed the athletic notes, lines, making it strongly suggestive of not merely because we rejoiced at prose ; while the rhyme does not atone

Creighton 's record in basketball, but for this deficiency, but rather makes it likewise because in this section we felt more apparent. "Beaumarchais", an the right kind of personal contact. Sim- essay of some length, aided greatly in ply in a spirit of friendly criticism we restoring our good humor, displaying as suggest that as much personal expres- it does a novelty of theme and choice- sion be manifested in the other depart- ness of diction. We are aware of con- ments as in the athletic notes. fessing ignorance when we praise it for The Chronicle at present is a publi- having enlightened us on the interest- cation well worthy of any institution ing subject treated. of learning; but from the Ex-Man *s "The Mills of God" is a short story viewpoint it will be far better when it containing a weird plot, unnatural as contains a pleasing array of articles, it is strange ; but with many proved in- :

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congruities of war in mind, we dare not again ; and we here extend the hand of call it improbable. The dialogue welcome and clasp it in friendship with throughout is natural, and, like the that of our Chicago brother, who has character of the story, typically Eng- been restored to his place of honor in lish. At times the clock-work of the our Sanctum. Through all the influ- plot seems to need winding up ; but for ences hostile to the Arts of Peace, the all that we followed it eagerly to the Minerval maintains its high standard of end. excellence ; not only have the gentle The editorials deal with an interest- Muses not taken flight, but they seem ing group of topics. We found our- unaffected by the blighting touch of selves mentally debating with the ed- Mars. "A Fancy" won our apprecia- itor on his views about "Ethics and the tion at once with the lines re- Army". He claims that though the "The heart of life is like a full-blown sults of Army discipline are great and rose, undisputed "in this lies its greatest Its velvet petals spread, weakness" towards the upbuilding of Showing the dusty gold that warmly character. glows Surely he must refer only to the sto- Deep in the blushing red; lid Prussian article. "We prefer to hold Vibrant with pulsing splendor, floats with Marshal Foch, who claims that above military discipline, understood in its The scented largess of o'erflowing true sense and properly applied, cannot love." but produce the best results in upbuild- "An Old Friend's Name" embodies ing character. Of course, we are deal- a beautiful sentiment, but was perhaps ing with the purely objective side of the a little too hastily written; for, as we question ; as a matter of personal expe- suspect, it does not fully express the rience, we are willing to get our char- thought in the author's mind. acter moulded in civil life, thank you. Of the short stories, "The Phantom Flag" we considered the best, not only "Recepto dulee mihi because of its apt portrayal of charac- De Paul furere est amico" are ter and judicious use of incident, but Minerval the words that returned also for the touch of originality in its to us from Sophomore days as we sat plot, and a graceful turn of circum- down to enjoy the contents of this ex- stances which gave an added interest to cellent magazine. Vague fears, ever the story and left us wholly satisfied at and anon recurring, had nearly made the end. us believe the mighty sword of war had "Just Jack" is a typical 0. Henry sundered us forever. But at last, with story, keeping our interest at fever heat the return of peace, old friends meet and our minds in suspense until the 188 THE REDWOOD

very last, and then with an unexpected leaves us with an increased esteem of turn bringing all to a graceful conclu- our "Wisconsin friend and namesake. sion. Another feature is its excellent characterization. The essays on "The Beautiful" and on the "Art of Criti- rp. Our perusal of this num- cism" we found little comfort in, being ber brinSs to li ht some mere novices in Philosophy. Gonzaga S nice bits of verse by one The editorials are in keeping with whom we presume to be a returned the general tenor of the book and we hero. Passing to a more serious mood, particularly like the red-blooded Am- we come upon an ably written essay on ericanism of the one entitled "America present-day conditions prevailing in First". this country; and finally we emerge with bubbles of laughter from the It is not often that we waves of humor stirred by a lighter pen. The Young meet a question of the "Her Prayer" and "To My Com- Eagle day so well written and rade", poems by the same author, are so ably discussed as in the February of unequal merit, but both deserving of number of this magazine from St. commendation, particularly the for- Clara, where we find "The Monroe mer. Doctrine and the Policy of Isolation" In "Reconstruction After the War", set forth in an article dealing with a subject that is growing a bit bromidic, ruch phases of the subject as its his- the writer treats of various phases of tory, its relation to other nations, our our national problems at the present former isolation and our future parti- time, condensing a wealth of thought cipation in the arena of world affairs. into a few pages, without being too We enjoyed its perusal, even thougli sketchy or obscure. bias, or perhaps prejudice, made us In the humorous fiction of this num- loth to change some of our pet ideas. ber, "Toreadoring in Torridor" and "The House Next Door" and "The "Easy Money", we found entertain- Debut of Richard Austin" deserve ment, but less in the way of technique praise ; the former being a war story than we like to find in college short with a moral, and the latter a charming stories. The plots are of what we little tale of boyhood days. The num- should call the "scenario" variety, ber is fairly bubbling over with verses, and no attempt is made at depicting or many of them with no high poetic qual- suggesting character. In conclusion, ity, but all entertaining, especially our Northern visitor retains its place those found in the secluded section of among the most honored as well as the the "Feathers". The pleasant task of most welcome of our Exchanges. reviewing its literary work always P. F. Morettini.

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The passing in the second half was all S. C. 18 St. Ignatius 17 that the most rabid critic could desire, In the last and perhaps the most St. Mary's scarcely having the ball at spectacular, though far from the best all. For St. Mary's, Ritchie, the little game of the season, the Varsity nosed forward, showed that he is all he is out St. Ignatius on the evening of touted to be, while his side-kick, Dear- March 15th. The game was played on born, was by far the best dribbler we the Ignatian court in San Francisco, have seen this year. He and Ritchie before a densely-packed assembly of had a pretty play that made several fans and rooters. In the desperate but baskets for them in the first half; but rather mediocre playing during the in the second spasm Fat Ferrario had first half, the individual work of Lau- it all doped out, and broke up the show terwasser for St. Ignatius, and our every time. did not change a man, We boys' hard luck in ringing baskets de- but kept the following combination all spite several good chances, were the the way through : Diaz and Manelli, only thing like a feature. At half time, forwards; Vicini, center; Ferrario, we were on the small end of a 10 to 5 Korte, guards. score, our puny quintet of points re- sulting exclusively from fouls. Now, S. C. 61 Davis 19 given the ordinary breaks, no guards in If you were anxious to see beautiful, these parts have a license to treat our even spectacular passing, "impossible" forwards that way in a twenty-minute shooting and all-around excellent session. work, though not a real game, you The second half was just as hard- should have witnessed the Davis Farm- fought as the first, but a better exhibi- Santa Clara tangle. It was too one- tion of basketball. Our opponents con- sided to be a game, but it showed the tinued their individual starring and on-lookers the secret of the success of kept well out in front ; while the Var- a team that defeated California, Neva- sity failed to take proper advantage of da, St. Mary's and St. Ignatius. That its superior team work during most of secret was team work. Here we had a the half, when it would work the ball quintet without a regular coach, but down the court repeatedly only to miss which won its games on account of uni- the net by an eyelash. The last few ty and team work ; and for this achieve- minutes of play gave the game its right is to every player ment great praise due to be called spectacular. Only about on the team. Team work featured all three minutes remained, and the score our games after the season got well board read S. I. 17, S. C. 12. Could under way, but in this particular, the the Varsity pull some of that "lightning Davis affair was a sight for sore eyes. stuff" we were familiar with in less THE REDWOOD 191

critical situations? Listen. Manelli BASEBALL. happened to see the score board just as The Varsity spent most of the month he caught the ball near the middle of serving as "trial horse" for the Coast the court. He shot a clean basket with- League teams hereabouts, being wallop- out waiting to dribble. Then Hoit Vi- ed four times by the Seals and twice by cini woke up and followed suit. The the Sacramento Senators. Outside of ball was quickly restored to play, and some good pitching there was never Manelli got it again, this time in front very much for our followers to grow of the basket, and tossed it in just as chesty over, if we except the second the whistle sounded the end of the game at Sacramento, in which Santa game. It sure was a story-book finish, Clara forced the Leaguers to go four- no fooling ; and it left both rooting sec- teen innings before they could get the tions almost too dazed to tell what had run needed to beat us by a score of 6 happened. We are very sorry, though to 5. Another forlorn consolation is nowise to blame, that the work of the that in some games we made a better referee in this game left a good deal showing than did some of the other to be desired. Had his difficult work amateur teams that had the nerve to been perfect, the relative score would tackle the big fellows. have been exactly the seme, if not more S. C. 9 than the actual score was in our favor. Stanford

But it gave occasion for a lot of public The second game of the Stanford se- and private protesting on the part of ries ended with the same score as the first. the losers ; which sort of thing, when The pitching of Berg and Hickey not warranted in view of all that hap- was too good for the Palo Alto collegi- pened in the game as a whole, does no ans who gathered only two hits, while good to the defeated team and leaves our batters were straightening out the the winners with their well-earned vic- curves of the opposition for 13 safe- tory notwithstanding. California, tied ties. Griffith and Perasso fattened with Santa Clara for first place in the their averages by securing three hits Intercollegiate League, had completed apiece. disbanded the sea- her schedule and for S. C. 3 Stanford 3 son, which made a play-off impossible. In the third affray with Stanford, Technically, therefore, the champion- Bobby Pashburg, a youngster with lit- ship title is the joint possession of tle experience but lots of "stuff" and and Santa Clara. In review- Berkeley more promise, made his first appear- ing the dope, however, we find satisfac- ance for the Varsity. He delivered in tion in remembering that California's fine style during the seven innings be- lone defeat was at the hands of our fore sunset, striking out seven and al- Varsity. lowing only two hits. Consistently rag- ;

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ged work by the Varsity infield gave R H Stanford her opportunity to figure in O'Connell 2 2 the run column. Varni o 1 Griffith _ 1 2 Sacramento (Coast League) 6 Perasso __ 1 Santa Clara 5 O'Neil, P o 2 As hinted above, this was a baseball Larrey o game in every sense of the word, re- Berg i 1 plete with excitement for fourteen Hickey o snappy innings. Poor playing behind Ken Berg spotted Sacramento a three 5 12 run lead in the very first frame, but SACRAMENTO. after a discouraging start, the Varsity settled down to business and held the R H Middleton 3 Senators to that count until the ninth. 1 Rodgers Meanwhile the Mission Boys were 1 Eldred 1 thoughtfully amassing a total of five 3 Wolter one in the fourth when O'Connell rode Griggs 1 a slow one over the right field fence Pinelli 1 one more in the fifth, when 'Neil's O'Neil, J "hump-back liner" scored Billy Grif- Fisher 1 fith ; and three in the eighth on a flock Piercey of hits by Berg, Rooney, O'Connell and Prough (I Varni. Then the fast pace began to Vance 1 tell, and the Senators evened up the Murray 1 score at five all. Hickey went in to relieve Berg and neither side could 6 cross the rubber until the eventful fourteenth. Amid great excitement, Santa Clara 4 Stanford 3 Middleton, of Sacramento, hit a two- Two days after the trip to Sacramen- bagger, which was soon followed by a to we cinched our series with Stanford neat single from the bat of Eldred, by beating them on their home lot in a sending the winning run across the seven-inning session marked by some plate. We beg leave to subjoin the fol- rather unusual features. First of all, lowing: Big Tom Hickey pitched invincible ball, SANTA CLARA. not allowing a solitary hit; then, the R H Varsity secured no less than twelve safe Fitzpatrick 1 ones, Jim O'Connell getting four in as

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"dumb" defensive work on our part pitchers' battle between our Tom Hick- nearly neutralized all this by handing ey and Russ Ellison, mainstay of the Stanford three runs, only one less than Bruins. Jim O'Connell, who generally 12 hits could bring us. Which leads shows the way, had been a bit under us to marvel what would have hap- the weather and his consequent batting pened had the pitching not been above slump was imitated pretty closely by par. For a few particulars, see below. most of his team-mates, though we are SANTA CLARA. not denying that Mr. Russ is quite ABRH some twirler at that. "We remember that the U. C. lads did not think much Fitzpatrick, 2nd 3 1 of our "Gym" when they met us here Chase, rf 4 12 in basketball. Were we in a mood to O'Connell, cf 4 2 2 return the compliment, we might in- Varni, c 4 1 vite them to compare our Varsity Field Griffith, If 4 2 with the makeshift affair where we Perasso, ss 3 had to play them last Saturday. Also, O'Neil, 1st 3 1 we beg leave to inquire if it would not Larrey, 3rd 3 1 be more satisfactory all around to find Hickey, p 3 1 a place on their schedule for more than 31 4 12 a single game with our ball teams, STANFORD. plainly their closest rivals, instead of AB R H reserving so much room for nines that Lilly, cf - 2 1 any college team is almost predes- Stevens, 3rd 2 10 tined to beat by a safe margin. One Galloway, ss 2 10 lone game on your rival's home dia-

Pike, 1st _ 3 mond may leave some doubt as to the Kallam, 2nd 3 respective ability of teams so evenly Needham, If 3 matched. Parker, rf 10 Hope we are not "horning in" on Newlands, p 10 the Manager's preserves; but in our Bundy, c - 10 youthful ingenuousness, we just can't help sort of inquiring like. Behold what 21 3 the official scorer slipped us Santa Clara 1 California 2 SANTA CLARA. In their first baseball argument in years, Santa Clara lost to California in AB R H O A a fast game played last Saturday on Fitzpatrick, 2d 5 114 the Berkeley campus. It was largely a Chase, rf 4 —

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AB R H A Bob Pashburg, the handsome blonde O'Connel, cf 3 from Yreka, was assigned the leading Varni, c 4 1 11 2 role, and acquitted himself with much Griffith, If 2 110 credit. The members of the supporting Perasso, ss 4 1 10 cast included Falvey, catcher; Chase, O'Neil, lb 4 9 1st; Judge, 2nd; Pipes, short; Becker, Larrey, 3b 4 10 3rd ; Lambrosa, Bedolla and Sheid, out- Hickey, p 2 3 field. The Mountain View boys, directed by Totals 31 1 3 24 10 Mr. Smith, son of Mr. Smith, Sr., also CALIFORNIA. had their parts to play, the star of their cast being located behind the AB R H O A plate. Regli made it hard work for the Preps White, ss 3 12 2 to do any base-stealing that they might Morrisey, lb 4 8 have been planning for the afternoon. Rohwer, 2b - 4 14 1 Myers, cf 2 10 2 Preps 6 Mountain View Butler, rf 3 110 Dexter, c 2 9 4 Just to prove to the sceptical, and in Champion, If 3 12 particular to the lovers of the National Lais, 3b 3 3 game at Mt. View, that a foreign field Ellison, p 3 2 1 is no hazard to our crossing the pan, we went and performed that act six Totals 27 2 6 27 11 several times on the afternoon of Wed- nesday, March 12th. The Mt. View boys Struck out—By Hickey 9, by Ellison utterly failed to shine as heroes on their 7. Bases on balls—Off Hickey 1, off native heath and before their many Ellison 6. Hit by pitcher—By Ellison,

friends ; but the fair-minded critic had Hickey and Griffith. Stolen bases to lay the blame for this fact upon the Griffith, Larrey, Myers. Sacrifice hits Preps great little battery. Bobby —Dexter, White. Time of game—1 hr. Pashburg had oodles of stuff he must 40 min. Umpire—Pete Smith. D. Diaz. have scooped from Mt. Lassen, the smoky hillock hard by his northern home. This enabled him to turn in a PREP BASEBALL. sheet with a no-run no-hit record, while the few opponents who got to S. C. Preps 10 Mountain View first were slaughtered in their tracks On Tuesday, March 4th, the curtain by the "bullet-ball" of "Gumshoe" rose upon the Preps' baseball season. Ray Falvey. THE REDWOOD 195

Preps 7 Centerville game in mind, but, nevertheless deter- mined to bring home the stout end of Our friendly rivals up near the Bay the score. The game got a very late have always boasted a formidable ball start, the little bullfinches and the rob- team ; but on March 19th, as they re- ins and the whip-poor-wills snuggling turned to their homes, the chug chug of in their nests when the cry of "Play their Stutzes beat a sort of Runic Ball" reached our eager ears. rhyme to some dismal thoughts inspired It took two innings for Prep hit- by Pashburg's playful habit of pitch- the smiths to solve the dips and twists of ing no-hit games. This was his second the renowned Mr. Shadd. From then display of Scotch extravagance as it on the horsehide kept visiting were. was busy the peaks of the young Alps in the out- Preps 10 San Jose High er garden. In the fifth frame we faced a new pitcher whose specialty was a Not an error chalked against us, and slow ball. It was slow only on its way eleven hits made when hits were need- to the plate. Meantime Bobby more ed account for this victory over our than held his own, not in the least dis- friends from the wrong end of the Ala- couraged by some rickety support, meda. Pashburg was not in his usual mostly due to the rough playing field. form, allowing two real hits ; but we Our team is from a valley school and can say in his defense that he kept 'em I doubt if any of its members could get well scattered. Our infield in this used to starring on the Rockies. Palo game performed with the ease and skill Alto could make money by leasing their of professionals. Maybe the outfield- diamond to Jazz O'Connor for his ers were in the same class ; but there Mountain Leaguers. Costly bobbles was no way to tell, as only one ball presented their runs to Palo Alto, and bounced out that far. in the seventh and last inning they tied

Preps 8 Palo Alto High 8 the score. By this time the sun had gone to rest, and the stars were doing We had often heard of a wonderful some nifty twinkling in a cloudless ball team that was cleaning up every- sky. The aroma of eighteen delicious thing they met along the Peninsula, steaks came to us on the southern thanks to Shadd, a no-hit twirler, al- breeze; so we called it a night's work ways supported by a noisy up-and-at- and dug for the Mission, with a tied 'em rooting section. So, on a bright score in place of the desired victory. Wednesday afternoon the Preps mo- J. E. Neary. tored north with prospects of a hard "

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BOXING. lie 's profession, but he knows what his

The manly art has been more or less hands are for; and despite the com- in abeyance since the days of the S. A. ments of the scribes who missed the T. C, but the lessons then learned have spirit of the affair, we maintain that a not been all in vain. couple of those wicked hay-makers While the Seals were plowing up our were all William wanted for the time turf before going forth to do battle being. with their Coast League opponents, it Another informal affair was staged was the desire of the management to between Cactus Gleeson and Count stage a side attraction; so, one Sunday Reyes of Spain. No official record was we saw Long Tom Whelan do a Salome kept and we have only the following with the well-known W. Meehan from few details to offer the curious. "When the city. Before the act, it was agreed that Count started manoeuvering, that the slogan "play nice; don't fight" should be in force. They had Cactus explained to the reporter, "I not been dancing long, however, when felt for the guns, but when I found the Willie got out of step and handed a irons missin', why, I just naturally had few mean ones seemingly intended to to spur out the best I could." knock the "Skeeter" for a goal. Now, N. K. Tom has no aspirations to shine in Wil- F. M. CONTENTS

the mission Sentinels (Verse) Edward L. Nicholson 197

THE DEAD FISH Armand E. White 198

OUR WILD DAYS ARE OVER Edwin A. Heafey 203

MOONLIGHT THOUGHTS (Verse) A.J. Steiss, Jr. 205

ROBERT E. TWOHY G. Menager, S.J. 206

JUDGMENT (Verse) Edward L. Nicholson 208

California poets and the new FREEDOM Henry C. Veit 209 his birthday present Frank Maloney 214

THE LONE HEARTH (.Verse) Martin M. Murphy 223

SMARTY Frank Conneally 224

AN INCIDENT OF NO MAN'S LAND Randall O'Neill 228

BECAUSE (Verse) H. F. 231

EDITORIAL - 232

UNIVERSITY NOTES 235

ENGINEERING NOTES 239

ALUMNI 242

EXCHANGES 245

ATHLETICS 251 RYLAND DEBATERS TOP ROW— PHILALETHIC SENATE: FRANK CONNEALLY. EUGENE JAEGER. HENRY C. VEIT HFAFEv : O'NEILL. MARTIN WALSH. EDWIN LOWER ROW— HOUSE OF PH IL H ISTOR I A N S RANDALL —; ;

Entered Dec. 18. 1902, at Santa Clara, Cat., as second-class matter, under Act of Congress of March 3, 1S79

VOL. XVIII SANTA CLARA, CAL., MAY, 1919 NO. 5

The Mission Sentinels

ILL ye Kearken now and wander back again ?

Rest witk me Kere beside tke ivied wall

Tkese bricks, rude-shapened by tke Indian's kands

Have eckoed maiden's voice and warrior's call.

See now wkere dayligkt fades bekind tke kills !

Tke wooden cross is kid by deepened skade

List ! Can ye kear it calling us to come ?

Tke Mission Bell its evening prayer kas prayed.

And days will ever dawn and twiligkt fade,

And witk eack fading day, tke old bell's prayer

Skall greet tke wooden cross and ivied wall

Lone sentinels of saints wko reared tkem tkere.

EDWARD L. NICHOLSON :

The Dead Fish

Armand E. White.

ELL," mused Anaxagoras never distinguishing himself in any of Jones, "I guess I'll have to them, and never worrying himself on admit that I'm a dead fish." that score. He was of course speaking So the unhappy youth ambled into

figuratively ; but even the dreary kitchen where Aunt Mary, though it is not to be taken his only living relative, was preparing in its literal sense, the statement is a a simple repast. The meal was to con- shock to finer sensibilities. His sist principally of eggs, and already thoughts were in the past, when his the disgusting odor of burning eggs, good old high school professor would grease and egg-shells permeated the dwell upon the interesting proverb atmosphere. "A live fish swims upstream, a dead "How many eggs d'je get to-night fish drifts with the tide." It is not Aggie?—or did you forget to gather ? ' well for a youth of eighteen to consider them, like last night ' whined the dear himself a fish, either quick or dead. old lady as she turned her face, worn And you may begin investigations when by the burden of years of hard work, he adopts the custom of speaking in but roseate with her culinary exertion. parables. The greeting did not have a pleas-

Though mentally back in "the days ant effect upon Anaxagoras ; not mere- of old", this melancholy young man ly because of the name of endearment was physically in the cow corral at- which he loathed, but because he had tending to the simple tedious duties done his chores every night within the that fall to the handy man of a small memory of man and no longer found ranch. The farm was on the outskirts them an interesting topic for conversa- of a little college town, whither Anax- tion. He had been given this flowery agoras went daily in a street car, whose first name through a vain attempt of line terminated at a point thirty min- his mother's to lend a tone to the ple- utes of rapid walking from his place of beian surname. But through a series residence. of downward steps it had degenerated Each morning after making this into "Aggie". Such are the things eventful trip, young Mr. Jones would that try men's souls. But no such at- wander listlessly from class to class, tempt had been made to mitigate the

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calamity in the case of Aunt Mary. She eries even of the simplest description. was to go through life, and as a matter Festoons of spider webs which like of fact had gone through the greater great cathedrals had been begun in part of her life with a handicap equally past ages but were being perfected by as severe as her nephew's, though it the present generation, formed a fitting leaned toward the other side of the bal- cornice to join the bleak walls to a ance. Don't misunderstand me. 1 con- plain board ceiling. This ceiling was sider Mary a beautiful name. always thickly populated with flies in Since her first attempt at conversa- spite of the elaborate fortifications tion had elicited a mere non-commit- erected for their destruction. Possibly tal account of the number of eggs gath- their enemies were able to live comfort- ered, the cook made another effort. ably without the diligence necessary for "How d'je get along at school to- wholesale slaughter of the flies. day?" To her, all branches of study On the floor at occasional intervals were "school". It annoyed Aggie to one found a nondescript fragment of have his university studies referred to carpet, which admirably set off the as school. For, after leaving high scrawny, mangy and utterly wretched school the average American youth assortment of furniture. wants to have a distinction made be- Here was the place where Aggie in tween himself and his young neighbor the dreary evenings pored over his de- who has not yet mastered the alphabet. lightful Commentaries on the Gallic "Oh, all right," he drawled, and list- Wars, Abbe Constantine, Manuals of lessly wandered into the front room. Rhetoric and other gems, literary or This apartment was even less at- scientific. And here, too, the invincible tractive than the dirty, lean-to kitchen Mary would sit on the edge of a would lead one to expect. squeaky rocker with her knitting and At the time of the earthquake in 1906 " in- remark : In my day we took more the old frame dwelling had settled on terest in our school work. Why, my its foundations, saying: "I'm too old sakes! I'd no more go to school with- for such facetiousness, I'll have to sit — out my lissons perfect than I'd back and rest a while", and was on the Here her small vocabulary would de- point of collapse. The timely applica- sert her, forcing her to complete the tion of boards run diagonally across the comparison by that expressive sound walls had prevented this calamity, but which authors conventionally set down had not enhanced the charms of the as "tut-tut-tut!" apartment. And so it had remained for over ten years. The excellent view This happened to be Saturday even- which the windows afforded of the ing, so the student of course had no chicken yards was not spoiled by drap- lessons to prepare and the evening had 200 THE REDWOOD

the prospect of furnishing unbearable ans do now that they have quit the monotony. Peace Conference?" "Why don't you ever go out to After thus boosting his resolution to dances on Saturday nights like all the its highest pitch, Aggie had watched it other boys do?" inquired his dutiful fall time after time to be bruised and guardian. shattered. But finally he began. "Oh, I don't want to," he evaded. "Aunt Mary—Do you remember the It was not necessary to say that in last time you went to town with Pau- these days one can do nothing without line?"—Let us stop to explain. Paul- an automobile. That one cannot be- ine was an antiquated gray mare who come very intimate with his school- drew the old buggy to town in her mates if he is ashamed to bring them leisurely fashion whenever it became to his home. And that his rustic ap- necessary for lady Mary to go thither pearance and natural shyness had on shopping tours or for any other branded him as a "goof" among his business.—"How she slipped on the colleagues. And that under these com- pavement and nearly threw you out of bined circumstances one cannot very the rig three times?" well attend Saturday-night parties "I do indeed," the lady replied, "I with great pleasure. No, all those was that mortified, I could have left things would have made Aunt Mary her there and walked home." feel unhappy, and there was little hap- "Well, she isn't good for very much piness that could be spared from her longer," he persisted. "Let's get a lit- life. tle machine, even if it must be a fliv- "But," he thought, "there really is ver. no reason why we should skimp along "Neither am I good for very much in this awful way. We could afford to longer," said Mary. "And as to buy- have the house fixed up and buy a ma- ing a flivver"— A rheumatic gesture her cars, chine besides. We have economized so showed contempt for cheap and her scorn of the idea of ever own- long that we can't get out of the ing one. habit." After some further discussion the So that night he summoned courage subject was dropped, and Aggie began to begin his campaign. The time had to hear the whisperings of Hope. come when something had to be done. "Whispering Hope! Oh, how wel- cleared his throat. How would he He come thy voice, begin it? Making our hearts in our sorrow re- As he opened his mouth in a second joice !" attempt, Mary was prompted to do like- "If I keep at it, who knows?" wise, wondering "What will the Itali- thought he and he "kept at it" as he '

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had never before worked at anything. castles alone that we realize our hopes, The next day blase youths in silk as Aggie with his past experience was shirts and waist-seam tailored suits, perfectly aware. So in due time he had watched the familiar impossible figure persuaded Miss Mary Jones that she enter the campus. Familiar it was, but wanted an automobile. Shortly after still there was a difference. Where this triumph the car itself made an ap- dull unhappiness had been written be- pearance and as Anaxagoras expressed fore there was a suggestion of pleas- it, "Oh, Boy!" ure and a very strong appearance of Just as soon as he felt confident of determination. his ability as a driver, he took the beau-

Roy Baxter, the keystone of the tiful machine to town, that it might arch of beaux expressed the general distend the eyes of the less fortunate. opinion in his announcement: "Jazz The proud young man went up one seems to be having a pleasant dream street and down another graciously sa- this morning." luting all his acquaintances; and they In his law class that afternoon the returned his greetings in a spirit far Professor asked: "What is an incorpo- more friendly then was their wont. real hereditament? Mr-r-r-r. Jones." He turned a corner. There at the But through Mr. Jones'— mind was run- curb stood Elaine Breene; "Elaine the ning the soliloquy "I wonder if there fair, Elaine the beautiful." is any possibility of a 'Rover'. But "Hello, Aggie;" she cried with gen-

' I 'd be satisfied with a ' Futz '. uine animation. It had been her cus- "Mr. Jones!" repeated the Profes- tom to refer to him as "Goof" when sor. speaking of him, and had on many oc- "Present!" yelled Mr. Jones with a casions become absorbed in window start ; then grew very red as the merry displays featuring garden tools, stor- laugh spread through the class room. age batteries or overalls in order to es- "You're present bodily, I grant," cape greeting him. She may have been admitted the pedagogue, "but, whether prompted by the same consideration is anyone home mentally or not there through which the buck private ad- is more than I can fathom. I asked mires similar assortments of merchan- for the definition of an incorporeal dise in preference to saluting an offi- hereditament." cer—forsooth that it is tedious for the To Aggie's confused mind this officer to return the compliment. Be mouthful might have meant anything that as it may, she gave the friendliest that this world has to offer, so he re- her artless face could exe- plied: "I don't know," and relapsed smile that in into his reveries. cute, and in return received a ride chauf- But it is not by the building of air- the car. What cared she if her 202 THE REDWOOD

' feur 's uniform was not of the ' dernier was refinished; a few rugs appeared, cri"? and in general the whole atmosphere "Well, Aunty, I'm going to fix up was changed. the house," said Aggie that evening as It was a beautiful night in June. A

he cast his gaze upon the motto : "After car purred along the highway. In that Clouds, Sunshine" neatly done in silk car sat Aggie Jones, clad in the latest as multicolored and gorgeous as the haberdashery and looking wonderfully celebrated coat that Joseph used to well. At his side was Elaine Breene, wear. who had now become a regular passen- "No," said Mary, "you're not going ger on all such trips. Their destina- to fix up the house, I've had about as tion, the little birds tell us, was a dance much expense as I can stand for a at the country club. while." "I'm going to have a little party out "But I'll do the work myself and at the ranch next month," he was say- furnish all the material. I'll begin ing, "to celebrate my birthday."

with the kitchen so that I'll be exper- "And it will be another Renais- ienced when I come to the front. And sance," ventured Miss Breene, anxious I'll for the paint and paper with pay to show that she remembered her his- my own money." tory, but still not certain that the word Not convinced, but reconciled by the applied. belief that it could not be any worse, "But Aggie, what was it that made she turned over the house to her deter- such a ehange in you all of a sudden?" mined nephew to let him do with it "It was, I think," he explained as he what he would. And under his firm 'stepped on 'er' and the car bounded hand it developed into a real home. The historic abodes of Br'er Spider forth along the road, "a case of a dead were ruthlessly crushed; the furniture fish come to life." Our Wild Days Are Over

Edwin A. Heafey.

ULY has always been looked forth on this continent since time im- upon in this country as a memorial, and who has added more in most beautiful month, com- the way of ephemeral happiness to ing in the midst of summer man's heart than anything else, will be when the joys of vacation no more. Yes, John Barleycorn has are at their height, and been sentenced to death, the date of when the happy June brides are begin- execution being set for June thirtieth. ning to think of Heaven as it is on After a long and eventful trial, before earth. In fact, our forefathers looked a jury that was as suave and tractable upon it with such favor in the past that as the proverbial Baalam's Ass, a ver- they saw fit to declare their independ- dict of guilty was returned, which left ence from England on its fourth day. the old judge without an alternative. It is a month that has always been With tears in his eyes (he was' thinking looked forward to by the younger ele- of the future) he read the fateful sen- ment, for it affords the only opportun- tence which was to affect over one ity of displaying their true patriotism hundred million souls and especially through the medium of fireworks. Ah, that of John Barleycorn. The very well would it be, gentle reader, if we thing, which twenty years ago no one could look upon this coming July with would have had the effrontery to pre- as much happiness and patriotism as in dict, has taken place with such sudden- former years ; but, due to the recent ac- ness that we can hardly realize its tion of our Conscript Fathers, it seems truth or foretell its consequences. doomed to be a month of gloom, of sor- Sad as it may be, we must gather suf- row, of sadness, of despair, and last, ficient courage to attend our late but not least, a month of arid dryness. friend's funeral, and always bear a However we might derive some buoy- word of praise for the game struggle ant consolation from the fact that July he made to persevere. Nor was this is again to be made as epoch-making a John's first serious trouble. His pulse month in our country's history as it had been dangerously weak, from "pro- was a hundred and forty-three years hibitions" on many former occasions; ago. But this time its initiation will yet it always responded nobly to the be sorrowfid instead of joyful, for political hyperdermic. But this time when its first dawn appears above the the poison of propaganda which had horizon, John Barleycorn, who has held been slowly injected into his veins by

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long-haired men and short-haired wo- find such a material increase in their men for two centuries, gained too much office practice, and such a desire on headway for modern politics to combat. the part of their patients to obtain The dexterous politicians of the day prescriptions for certain ailments, that were unable to prescribe a remedy they may deem it wise, if not prudent, when the shrewd prosecuting attorney to establish a pharmacy in connection demanded the death of John Barley- with their office. The tonsorial par- corn on the ground that it was a war lors have already served notice on necessity. their patrons that after July a new con- With the passing of liquor into obliv- venience is to be introduced in the ion the customs attached to the use form of a specially prepared Bay Rum thereof will likewise cease to exist. Gargle. Yes, when the sparkling vint- Strange will it seem not to see the age will no longer be able to instill doors on the corner "beverage empori- mirth and gayety into our gatherings, um" swing to and fro, and to see the the Club is doomed to resemble an un- lamp-posts in the wee hours of the dertaking establishment; and Tait's, morning dull and lonesome with no one on New Year's Eve will have the effer- to look up to them for support. The vescent hilarity of a charity whist tour- milk man will no doubt be astonished to nament. find the streets depopulated of stag- They say the movement will mean a gering figures when he makes his ear- saving of money; for milk shakes and ly round, and "Friend Wife" will no grape juice are to be the fashion. But longer have to sleep with one eye open if we may consider the past as a crite- and attain a degree of expertness in rion by which to judge the future, the twirling frying pans and rolling pins. creases will still abound in our pocket Nor will the boss himself have to suf- books, for the members of the cow fam- fer the embarrassment and humiliation ily, seeing the great demand for their of removing his shoes before entering wares, are scheduled to become possess-

his abode (even though it was a sign ed of the Bolshevik spirit about July of respect for his wife's feelings if not and go on strike to have the price of for his own), or hesitate on the thresh- their product raised. Perhaps we shall old so long trying to open the front discover later, much to our surprise,

door with the office key. The quaint that the grape juice market is cornered old police judge, who was formerly as by Messrs. Daniels, Bryan & Co., but busy on Monday morning as a bar- we should be on guard against these tender on New Year's Eve, will have surprises in the future, for as soon as plenty of opportunities to go fishing John Barleycorn is gone, Lady Nico- and read his Blackstone, while the city tine, who they claim is closely related prison is destined to resemble a de- to him, is bound to be the center of serted boarding house. Doctors will attack. Moonlight Thoughts

OWN tkrougH tke vistas of pine trees,

Down from tke vault of nigkt,

Shines tke moon in resplendent glory,

Bathing the earth in white.

As its silvery beams through the branches

Sift down in a light filigree,

I think how those same beams tomorrow,

Will fall on a stormy sea,

Where a lonely ship is sailing,

With her prow ever turned to the west,

And a lonely boy is thinking,

Of the one whom he loves the best.

And I would, silvery moon, when thou shinest,

From thy heavenly heights above,

On the sea where my sailor is roving

That thou give him my message of love.

A. J. STEISS, JR.

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Robert Edmund Twohy

G. Menager, S. J., Ex.- '09.

"And in the cruel strife achievements and in promise,—as the Waged by grim Time so ceaselessly on following brief sketch will attest. all, Bob was the youngest railroad pres- Even the best must fall ident in the United States, builder of Friendship and love must some day sections of the Canadian Northern rail- cease to be. road which cost millions of dollars, con- But shall they wholly perish? structor of the Riverside aviation field Not while the heart can cherish for the government, director of the Se- A tender memory." attle, North Pacific Shipbuilding Com- pany, which constructed many vesesls These lines from a Redwood poem for the government at a time during by Maurice Dooling, Jr., '09, come the war when ships meant the life- back to me as I begin writing of blood of our army overseas, director of "Bob's" most untimely death. the Pacific Car & Foundry Company, Yes indeed, this dear friend and which had contracts for and delivered companion of my college days certain- thousands of vitally-needed freight ly left a most tender memory with all cars to the government during the war, who ever had the advantage of know- and vice-president of Twohy Bros. Co., ing him. one of the largest contracting firms in Though more than a decade has the west. passed, it is easy for me to picture Bob Robert Edmund Twohy was born in in his Santa Clara days, the hearty, St. Paul, Minn., in 1891, and came west genial, wholesome fellow that he was; with his family as a young boy. He easily the youngest of his class but entered Santa Clara in 1905 and gradu- among its recognized leaders, and ated in 1908. At college he was a not- wielding his influence invariably for ed athlete, being the catcher of the good. The spirit of fair play and the 'varsity baseball team and member of unobtrusive piety I admired then, re- the football team.

mained with him throughout his life, a When he graduated from college, he fact I could not help noting when 1 entered the business established by his came into intimate contact with him in father, the Twohy Bros. Company, rail- later years. And seldom has death cut road builders, and within a short time short a career so brilliant, both in became vice-president of the concern.

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Before his majority, he contracted was elected by the stockholders of the for his company to build large sections California & Oregon Coast Railroad as of the Canadian-Northern Railroad. He their chief executive and was president supervised personally the immense of the company at his death. construction undertakings involved in He was a great organizer of men. this contract, the costs running into They had confidence in him, inspired millions of dollars. by his spirit ot fair-play and his abil- He was an intensely patriotic Ameri- ity to achieve results, they helped him can and his business experience became to accomplish the wonders he worked an invaluable asset to the government in the business world. He was popular when the building facilities of the coun- with business men for in him they rec- try were put to the tremendous strain ognized a man of equity. No transac- of constructing shops, training camps tion in which he was engaged was ever and equipment for the great army questioned as one in which all fairness which the nation put in the field. He had not been shown in all matters was a director of the Pacific Car & wherein he had jurisdiction. Foundry Company. This concern un- It is often said that a man of this dertook contracts for and delivered to age, 28 years, is a promising young the government thousands of the new man. More can be said of Robert E. cars which were needed to keep the Twohy, because even at his age, he was army supplied and men and munitions a man of achievement. He had accom- moving on schedule. plished more than most men whose As a director of the Seattle, North lives run three score and ten or even Pacific Shipbuilding Company, he was four score years, and withal he was a directly concerned in the work of a most wholesome personality, honest great shipbuilding contract which gave and just in all his dealings with his to the government many vessels for fellowmen, a most patriotic American helping to "bridge the Atlantic." His and a citizen of such a character that company had the contract for the con- his untimely death will be regretted by struction of the March field at River- all who had the pleasure of his ac- side, Cal., a contract that was fulfilled quaintance. many days in advance of the time limit He was married in 1917 to Miss Mar- set for it and at a time when every garet Marie Deary and leaves a six- day gained was a step toward victory months old daughter, Roberta. He was for the allied forces. the son of Judge and Mrs. John Twohy, When he was but 24 years of age, brother of the late Mrs. Seymour T. Bob Twohy became without question Montgomery of San Jose, John D. Two- the youngest railroad president in the hy of Portland, Ore., Mrs. Frank Mar- United States, if not in the world. He ten of San Jose, James F. Twohy '07, !; , ;

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of Portland, Ore., Mrs. James C. Mcln- he proved true to it to the end. ery of Seattle, and Philip J. Twohy of He breathed his last, fortified by the the American Expeditionary forces. Sacraments of the Church and in a The funeral Mass was celebrated in most edifying spirit of hope and resig- the old Mission Church which Bob nation. loved so well. Sad as was the occasion, And so, while deeply grieved over one could not but draw comfort from our own loss of so dear and true a the thought that his parting from life friend, we may find consolation in the had been a real triumph—a triumph of words of the great St. Bernard: "0 Christian faith. Bob had learned to Death, thou didst not take away his make God 's will the rule of his life and life, but didst change it for a better."

Judgment

Friends oft Kave met and parted, And sorrow there has been But curst be he whom God shall see

Thrust himself in between.

Yet many they whose forked tongues Give judgment ere ye ask While Angels grieve these shall relieve The Devil of his task.

God chose Himself to judge at death

Lest scandal seal thy vault, Heal well thine own ere thou bemoan

And judge another's fault

EDWARD L. NICHOLSON California Poets and the New Freedom

Henry C. Veit.

VERY generation for ages poet yet the worth of our singers ; past has been character- hardly measures up to an equal height. ized by some vital in- It may be, however, that another fluence, and this determ- Shakespeare or another Tennyson is

ining power has mould- just around the turn of the road ; at all ed the lives of men ac- events we have volumes of excellent cording to its peculiar temperament. In poetry, not all unworthy of even the our day, too, we find such an influ- greatest audience. ence, one perhaps as widespread as any True lovers of poetry are not narrow thus far recorded in the annals of his- devotees of any particular "school"; tory. We find its recurrent flow, turn they love the Muse for her own sweet where we may, alive and breathing in self, and in the joy of her presence an atmosphere charged with its min- they little heed her moods and whims strelsy. I refer to the influence of po- of dress. Every period in English Lit-

etry ; for who could substantiate his erature has had its school or schools of denial of the vitalizing power which poetry, nor is the present without its poetry is now exercising? many. But, by whatever name it goes,

This is only as it should be ; for each school must acknowledge rela- among other good results, poetry opens tionship with one or other of the three up to its patrons a field of purest in- basic systems known as Classicism, Ro- tellectual pleasure. Its joys are such manticism and Realism. The great age

' that they can be felt even by those who of Classicism was characterized by ' ar- can not or will not attempt to define tificial correctness and brilliancy of the source of its attractiveness. The diction".' Eventually, the heart of lowliest in the plane of society and on man, yearning for things new, found up to the highest, all can relish the this ideal too stilted and confining, and fruited songs of sweet singers. the revolt to Romanticism resulted. Hence we have to-day not a mere The cold things of logic, the rather sprinkling of verse but whole volumes rigid precision admired by a former of poetry issuing from the press, and generation no longer satisfied. ever is there a craving for more. The Poets with the new spirit launched audience seems indeed what Whitman out joyfully in the untrammelled free- required for the appearance of a great dom of imagination and boldness of ut- 209 210 THE REDWOOD

terance sanctioned by Romanticism and disturbed our well-known com- and they found in the marvels and placence by boldly asserting to our wonders and mysteries surrounding very faces that California poets are not our common life themes far more stim- poets at all. Pressed for a reason for ulating to the poetic faculty than was this literary heresy, she accused George anything the former school had af- Sterling, Ina Coolbrith, Edwin Mark- forded. Yet in time even this spirit ham, John McGroarty, and our other lost its prevailing appeal ; and then singers, of the dreadful crime of "cos- came the literature of the senses, po- micality".' "Those who claim to be etic sense-observation of life and na- pouring out California's soul in song," ture, and Realism became the order of she said, "are suffering from what the the day. English call 'cosmicality', a term These, in brief, may be called the which indicates that the writers are three fundamental schools, useful for bruising their shins against the planets the critic and student toward a scien- and have their feet entangled in the tific appreciation of poetry, but hardly stars." remembered, we should imagine, by Maybe she merely meant that we any true poet, once the "divinus af- have no Vachel Lindsay to do "jus- flatus" is on him. And much less, we tice" to San Francisco's Chinatown. make bold to say, is a conscious knowl- Some ambitious California poet may edge of the several sub-varieties of take a hint from this and merit the these three systems needed either for estimable lady's approbation by "ideal- the construction of a true poem or for izing" an opium joint after the manner its appreciation. Impressionism, Futur- of the "Congo". ism, Imagism, Idealism, Transcendent- But, granting that our poets are not alism, Symbolism, Mysticism and the primarily "realists" is there any justi- rest, one and all no doubt have much to fication for the conclusion that there- commend them; but they certainly fore they are not poets? have no right to claim the whole field Not unless you are disposed to dis- of poetry for their very own. count the verdict of competent critics It was a woman, you remember, who from Oakland to London: was at least in point of time responsi- ble for the first wave of trouble that "The azure sheen of summer skies, touched this good old earth. And the mellow glow out here, We regret to add that a lineal de- The earth aflush with a gracious scendant of this original trouble-maker blush has been following the bad example. Through every month of the year, Came to our fair "Western shores a lady of much enterprise, being publisher of The lilt of linnet and trill of lark, a poetical journal in the Central West, The soft, sweet drone of the busy bee, ;

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The tinted flowers in nature's bowers considerably with the personal taste of Stir souls to ecstacy." the reader. And we can see no valid reason why the same may not be said We have a Sterling, at least, and a for poetry. Many a good working de- Coolbrith ; —both with their feet solidly finition can be given, marking the lat- upon the earth,—poets who sing of life ter off from mere prose on the one as they find it, and who can paint their hand and from mere verse on the other surroundings in colorful imagery. It and to say it is impossible to define may surprise the visiting lady to learn poetry merely because in a particular that the fame of these true poets has case it may be hard to apply our defi- rippled to England and back, and that nition as a standard, is like claiming nowhere has their broadness of outlook that the animal kingdom is not defina- upon the great universe been set down ble because on the borderline between to a lack of naturalism or humanism it and plant life there are rare speci- in any artistic sense of those terms. mens that puzzle the naturalist. Con- The truth is, our latest critic is a nell, in his book, "A Study of Poetry", follower if not a protagonist of the lat- gives this concise and comprehensive est, ultra-modern "school" and its new definition: "Poetry is the imaginative freedom, the main teaching of which is representation through the medium of that no satisfactory definition of poetry language, of true grounds for the noble has been or ever will be given ; that no emotions." permanent standards of judging poetry exist and that poetry is after all only a Now, like most things concise and matter of preference. We wonder in- comprehensive, this definition may deed how any one subscribing to such need interpreting; still, we venture to a confession of poetical faith could log- assert that without undue straining it ically formulate an objection even to might be made to fit everything which cosmicality. Perhaps it is another case in sober judgment could be dignified of the old adage: "with woman the by the name of poetry. And here, too, heart argues, not the mind." Or, it we have a tolerable standard—as im- may be, this new "freedom", like its perfect human standards go—of judg- many counterparts in other lines, is to ing poetry as an art, without leaving be an exclusive privilege of "the the final word to so uncertain a crite- elect". rion as passing mood or personal likes

How far is poetry a matter of indi- and dislikes. vidual preference? We should answer In conclusion, we shall quote a few it is no more so than is artistic prose. excerpts from some honored disciples There are settled objective standards of the new Renaissance, later subjoin- for each literary prose type yet for all ing a selection or two from our old- ; that the actual appeal of each will vary fashioned poets of California. : ' : ; ;

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The first is from a "poem" entitled Contrast these with the following "Prairie". from George Sterling's "The Last Days." "Look at six eggs in a mocking- "The russet leaves of the Sycamore bird's nest. Lie at last on the valley floor, Look at six mocking-birds By autumn winds swept to and fro Flinging follies of Oh-be-joyful Like ghosts in a tale of long ago. Over the marshes and uplands. Shallow and clear the Carmel glides Look at songs Where the willows droop on its vine- Hidden in eggs." walled sides." Another And another from "Nightfall" by

"Keep your hogs on changing corn the same poet ; who, though he does not and mashes of grain, farmer- omit the stars, yet knows how to keep man. them to their proper place in the gen- Cram their insides till they waddle eral scheme of things: on short legs. "Pure and ardent, westward far, Kill your hogs with a knife-slit un- Burns a solitary star, der the ear; All a-tremble as in doubt Hack them with cleavers; If to linger, if to go them with hooks in their hind Hang Now the blunt-faced owls are out, legs." Soft of wing as falling snow."

A third, the opening lines of Lind- And one short quotation from Ina say's delirium about the "Congo": Coolbrith's "Sometime":

the earth the "Fat black bucks in a wine barrel "Unto summer comes room, again She has to quench her thirst, the Barrel-house kings, with feet unsta- dew and rain ble, has glad light about her all life's Sagged and reeled and pounded on She hour, the table, And love, for gracious dower. Pounded on the table, Beat an empty barrel with the han- To all things else she cometh, once a dle of a broom year, Hard as they were able, With strong new life, with beauty Boom, boom, boom; and glad cheer;

With a silk umbrella and the handle To all things else : ah ! sometime it of a broom, must be

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No one would hold that short ex- sonal-preference" theory absolutely tracts such as we have given, are a fair run amuck. As for our unsophisticated test of the poetic genius of the writers selves, we are conservative enough to quoted ; but our point is that one can- have more faith in the traditional judg- not be satisfied with the poetic value ment of the literary world than in the and inspiration of the first three quo- pronouncements of individual critics, tations and still find fault with the lat- be they ever so dogmatic and be they ter three, unless he lets even the "per- ever so "modern". '

His Birthday Present

Frank Maloney.

"I haven't the slightest idea, sir," R. VAN LOAN of the Van returned Billy. Loan Automobile Company, "Well, I've just received a telegram manufacturers of the fam- from Tanforan, informing me that the ous Dorf automobiles, machine we were to have entered in thumped upon his desk furi- this afternoon's contest is completely ously. He was a very large smashed, and both the driver and the mechanician man—that is, around his mid-section— have been painfully in- about five feet seven in height and jured. Now, how do you expect me to nearly the same the other way. When do anything when you bring such he was angry, his face became florid, things as this around?" Then he con-

' his hair stood nearly on end, and he tinued in a sorrowful voice : ' and to abused his closed hand by striking think this is the third year too. We've the it forcibly upon the neighboring furni- won contest twice in succession, ture. "When these outbreaks occurred, and should we be victorious this time, the office force found a great deal to we'd have the cup for sure. Oh! if keep them away from work in the close someone would only drive one of our proximity of their superior. cars to victory today, I'd make him vice-president But it was not so this day. The luck- as soon as he got the less office boy carried a telegram to his checkered flag." superior, and naturally, being slightly Billy thought a few moments, then curious, waited around, hoping some- exclaimed: "Does that hold true in any thing would drop so as to give him a case, Mr. Van Loan?" "It does. do you ask?" little information on the subject—and Why he was not disappointed. The recipient "Oh, I was jest wonderin'. Say, of the yellow sheet jumped in rage. could I please have the rest of the day The inquisitive one saw the mistake he off? They's somethin' important go- had made and vainly tried to rectify it, in' on." ' ? ' but to no avail. His employer's eye ' I guess so. What 's it all about caught him before he could escape. Billy never told him ; but dashed out "Come here!" roared the president. of the office, flinging back over his "Do you know what's in this?" point- shoulder: "Thanks, awfully." ing to the paper in his hand. An hour or so later, Mr. William 214 ;

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Bradley—lately Billy—walked up the were not there. It was covered with steps of Mr. Van Loan's palatial resi- grease and dirt in the most approved dence and rang the bell. A servant fashion. Her eyes, too, were hard answered and of this worthy gentle- and a dangerous light glinted from man, he inquired the whereabouts of them, that made their clear blue depths his employer's daughter. far more beautiful than otherwise. "Guess she's out working on the old "I—is Miss Van Loan here?" in- racer. You know her father gave her quired the frightened William, snatch- one for Christmas. Shall I call her?" ing his cap off in hot haste and letting "Never mind, I'll go out there and it fall on the floor in some dirt and oil. see her. Thanks, just the same." "She is," her tone softened as she He did as he said and found a girl saw the person who addressed her was about three years his senior, puttering only a boy. around a little Dorf racer. She was so "May I speak to her?" interested in her work that she didn't "Talk as long as you like."— look up when friend Billy entered her "Wh-wh-what, y-y-you ", the rest private sanctum. From all appear- drifted off into thin air. ances, she seemed to be vitally interest- "Yes," she laughed, "I know I don't ed in something connected with the mo- look much like a young lady of leisure, tor. However, every once in a while but I've been working on this machine a few wisps of wavy, golden hair all morning and can't get it to go. would get into the spectator's line of Maybe you can. I've had it apart and vision. there isn't a thing the matter with it

' ' So engrossed did he become over as far as I can see. ' this charming scene, that he forgot all "Have you looked into the gas about the purpose of his visit. At last, tank?" however, she glanced around and was "I never thought of that." She pro- rather surprised to see a pair of gray ceeded to do so and found it complete- trousers on the other side of the ma- ly filled with—air. chine. Grasping the first thing she "How stupid of me not to have could find—which happened to be a thought of that before," she laughed monkey wrench—she straightened up, ruefully. "You said you had some- ready to fight to the bitter end—keep- thing to say to me."' ing her armament carefully concealed. "Yes. Well your father's machine, "Well!!!" was her first shot, and which was to be entered in this after- to Billy it sounded like the crack of a noon's race, was smashed up and the whip. driver and mechanician were injured."

The intruder was startled; and one " Oh ! " 'there was great concern in glance at her face made him wish he her voice. —

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"Now, I have a plan I think will his heart and his spirits dropped to work," and he proceeded to tell her zero. Think of all the people who something which evidently met with would come to see his car race to vic- her approval—that is, if we can rely tory; think of all the advertisements on her exclamations of delight. he has put in the papers about break- "Do you think we can do it?" she ing the hoodoo, for it was said no car asked. And by her voice it was easily had yet won the prize three years in seen that she hoped the question would succession. Now everybody would

be answered in the affirmative. have the laugh on him ; not that he "We can try," he assured her. cared much about that, but his old ene- Half an hour later, several pedes- mies, the Senyah people, would have trians and motorists were surprised to the race, because their team of three see a red racer tear down the highway, fast racers, were the only logical op- going about twice as fast as the ponents. 'speed cop' believed anyone should He put the paper down with a sigh travel. At this time, however, that and got up from his chair, utter dejec- gentleman and his trusty Indian—for tion in every movement. He opened the this was the kind he used—were else- door marked "PRIVATE", and calling where. one of the men whom he saw, told him An hour later, Miss Tootsie Van Loan to gather all the force. "When he had departed hurriedly from the home of them together, he addressed them her father. The only thing she carried "Boys, I have bad news for you. Our was a small brown valise. "You may car which was to run this afternoon give this to dad when he comes home," has been wrecked in an accident and she directed the maid who had followed Joe Thomas has been seriously in- her to the door. jured." The men eyed each other with This obedient functionary did as she sorrowful glances. "But," he contin- was told, and her mistress proceeded to ued, "we'll show them we can die walk hastily down the street as if fighting. I'm going to get as many something very important were about boxes as you need to hold all of you to happen. for this afternoon; and I suppose," a

II. merry twinkle in his eye, "many of you have friends, and wives and kiddies But before we go on any further, let also. Now if you'll wait here a mo- us steal into the private office of the I'll something for you." president of the Dorf Automobile Com- ment do his office and called up pany. After Billy had left him, he sat He entered is this the with that little yellow paper in his the race track. "Hello, hand that had caused so much sorrow in ticket-office ? This is Van Loan speak- !

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ing. How many people will your box- was rather surprised to find her out, seats hold—the largest, I mean?" because she was usually there in the "About fifteen people," came back morning. When noon came, however, the reply. no Tootsie appeared. Calling her maid, "How many have you left?" he asked about his daughter. "She left "Five." about ten o'clock," he was informed. "Fine, reserve three for me." "But she told me to give you this," "Then you won't take the one you handing him the note. have reserved for yourself?" "Dear Dad:" it read. "Have gone "Yes, I want that one too." with Billy. See you later." "Awfully sorry about that accident He read it once, twice, and the third this morning, Mr. Van Loan. Your time he jumped clear out of his seat car would probably have won the and dashed madly to the phone—al- race." though impeded by about fifteen or "Thanks." he hung up the receiver. more pounds of; surplus weight. He Opening the door, he said to the knew the trouble now. she had run off waiting men: with Billy Howard, the son of the pres- "Well, I've decided to close up now. ident of the Senyah Automobile Com- All of you go home, and be at the track pany. Oh, the disgrace of it! His at two. Let's see, there are fifteen of daughter running off with a good-for- you. Now each of you can bring two nothing fellow like that. Never mind, friends, relatives, or anybody that can he'd get them. Then he'd demand an make plenty of noise and showing, with explanation from her of this conduct. you. And be sure to be there at two He hunted through the telephone- sharp." book, until the numbers of several jus- A few minutes after they had de- tice courts were found and then he parted, he followed their example. As proceeded to call them up. From each it was early, and his chauffeur was not he received a negative answer to his to call for him until twelve, he took a question. This was the last, he would street-car home. So unexpected was find out for sure now he, that his erring offspring had just "Hello," came a voice. "Did you entered her vehicle of conveyance which want this number?" is run by electricity as her father was "Yes. Say did a young lady," and alighting from his street-ear, but being he proceeded to describe Tootsie, "and preoccupied, he took no notice of her. a young man come into your place to She, however, feared he would notice get married?" her, so became very interested in a "Just a moment. I've just come in. book which she was carrying. I'll ask the other man who was in my When her father reached home, he place." A heart-breaking silence en- —

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' ! someone to meet her. Good bye ' the papers. Serves him right anyway." receiver clicked on the hook. He flushed when he heard these "What a fool I am!" he said aloud. words, and found, on close observation, "Here I've been telephoning all over. the speaker was one of the salesmen of Why didn't I try there first? Well, 1 the Senyah people.

' can 't help it now. ' He sat in his chair Unmindful of the grins on their completely crushed. "I wouldn't care faces, he elbowed his way through the who it was; but this Billy Howard crowd and got up beside the wrecked that's too much. I thought that girl racer. Mike Donovan, the faithful me- had some regard for my wishes, but chanic, spied him and rushed up. what can you expect from the younger "Ain't this a shame, sir?" he said, generation?" He flung himself from big tears in his eyes, as he pointed to the chair and stalked from the room, the pile of junk. The rear end was his head bowed in sorrow. torn out, while the hood, engine, axles, He ate a light lunch, and ordered his springs and everything else but the chauffeur to drive him to Tanforan. wheels were so mixed together that one During the ride out he steeled himself would have a hard time telling which against two things: the derisive smiles was which. "How'd it happen, Mike? of his opponents, and the sight of his You see I only received your telegram." daughter in enemy territory. "Well, sir, it was like this: Joe was "I never thought that of her," he coming down the track about forty- murmured. five when he blew a tire. She skidded When he reached the gate of the and hit a tree. That shook her up a grandstand, he found his office force little and tore out the rear end and got his greet- waiting. Masking sorrow, he Joe. But we could 'a' fixed her and ed them jovially. "All here I see." got her in runnin' shape—enough to He marched up to the ticket-window beat anything here anyhow," the last and inquired about the boxes. loud enough for the two Senyah men "Here they are, sir," said the oblig- to hear. ing one behind the bars. "Just about that time that yellow ! —!

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thing over there," pointing to another By this time all of the autos were wreck a little way off, "came down off in their long grind. Hayne, pilot- here about fifty miles an hour and just ing a Senyah, took second place, and when he got close to us, he blew a tire, was trying to crowd Number Nine out and you probably know what happened for first, but, somehow he couldn't do by all this junk you see around. It it. Lap after lap of the two hundred was this time that Dick, the mechani- miles reeled off. And there was real cian 'got his.' He was tryin' 'to see excitement too ; the big blue six cylin- if he could fix her up, and then he was der was master of all but one—and that going to take her out and win!" one was Number Nine. Time and "I see, but where are the wheels?" again they were neck and neck. Mile "We took 'em off. They weren't after mile this contest for supremacy damaged, so I thought I'd get 'em out went on; how long could it last? Some- of the way. I did the same with the thing would surely break; machinery high speed gearing too." could not stand the mill forever. The loud voice of the guards warned All this time the President of the everyone off the course, so further Dorf Motor Company was on his feet. conversation had to be stopped. As That was one of his cars, he could tell Van Loan left, he failed to notice the by its motor—but whose was it? "Who smile that played about the corners of was driving? The stands were on

Mike 's mouth ; and, moreover, the lat- their feet in excitement. Far down the ter waved peculiarly at something be- track a blue and a red car were coming. hind the grandstand. See them take the curve—Ah! there is Van Loan took his seat in his own something wrong with Nine—see it box and looked over that of his arch skid—it nearly turns over—Ah ! it is enemy; but—there was no Tootsie under control again ! Precious sec- there. "Guess she's ashamed to show onds those ! The blue boat is ahead herself," he reflected. Nine is slowly closing up the distance. He is near the driver's seat. Slowly III. slowly—slowly—s-1-o-w-l-y closing

The first machine was waiting for Ah ! They are abreast again the flag ; it was a little red racer, num- BANG!!! Nine's tire goes. The ber Nine. Van Loan stared at it. spectators hold their breath. She

"That looks like one of my cars," he swerves and skids ! One wheel rises said dumbfounded. "Shorts like it; three feet off the ground ! Will it come and 'by gosh', has the same number. back? It does and he slows down.

"But it can't be. I've only one racer Luckily he is near his pit. In six sec- and it's a pile of junk. Somebody's onds the change is made, and he is gone playing a joke on me." again. Eleven—the blue—is half a —

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mile ahead. See Nine go ! He takes the curve speed the huge monsters, the curve at one hundred miles an hour, they take it, skidding and nearly crash- —see the dust,—he straightens her up ing into each other in their mad flight. and is off in pursuit of his opponent. They pass the grandstand on the last Will he do it? No! Yes! See! He's lap, they take the turn, straighten out,

'11 closer ! A little more and he do it. and go down the homestretch, engines Van Loan is on his beam's end, roaring. "Who is that driver? If I find him, A new note comes into the case, the

'11 I make him rich ! Whose car ? She 's engine's missing. Slowly—he drops better than my other. Is it a Dorf ? behind; he hasn't the power. The best

Yes ! —No ! Yes ! ! she is. See her part of the race is over, that is, the cover the ground ! He 's abreast of the close part of it. The other comes down

Senyah ! Will he pass him ? Neck and the home-stretch and gets the checker- neck they come. Who's ahead? No- ed flag. What a shame the other body; they're even! He'll be killed!" wasn't' there to make it close. Well, Van Loan shrieks. It's madness to he did the best he could. Human na- take that turn at the speed he's travel- ture can stand so much and no more. ling! Several men and women go away with "He's going faster! See her skid!! sad hearts. Their man lost. But what's One wheel rises up off the track! the difference?—Number Nine won.

Look at the dust ! He 's gone Van Loan was happy. His make of over! There goes the ambulance! machine had broken the hoodoo. Think No, he hasn't either! He catches up! of all the sales he would make. Any Two inches ahead! Can he keep it? car that could stand the grind as that Will he hold it? He does!" one did, deserves to have a big boost.

It is the next to last lap ; the stands IV. are in an uproar. As yet it is nobody's race. Not an accident; but there is Van Loan hurried to Number Nine's liable to be one at any moment. Nine pit and got the surprise of his life. and Eleven are even. Their motors The driver was tinkering with some- the four and the six are shooting per- — thing on top of the hood and pulling fectly. They pass the stand, the me- something white from it. The other chanicians are pumping air into the was busily engaged in jacking up the tanks. A little more speed! Of the wheels. Another man Avas sweeping two Hayne is the more careful and the horizon for a strange sail, and more experienced driver ; but now, he notified the has thrown caution to the winds, his when it hove in sight, he whole thought is to win. Can he do it? mechanician. That person advanced Some say yes, others, no. Straight to to meet the newcomer. :

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When he came within speaking dist- was there. Finally, they broke through ance, the other said, "Dad!" the throng and rushed up to shake Van Loan stopped short, looked be- Billy's hand. wildered. Then, as though he recog- "What do you think of our office nized the speaker, he rushed forward boy now?" one of them shouted. and said "Hurrah for our office boy!" cried "Tootsie! of all things. How'd you others. get here? I thought you were mar- "Put him on our shoulders and give ried." him a real ride!" someone else bawled. "Me—married? Who said such a "Boys!" Every voice was quelled. thing as that, I'd like to know?" Their employer was speaking. "I am "You did." very sorry to inform you that we have "Me? Say, won't you meet the vice- no more office boy. Billy is fired!" president? I believe you're slightly Every mouth opened in amazement. acquainted with him. Mister William They stared at each other, every bit of Bradley meet my father." Again Van pleasure gone. "However, please allow Loan was surprised, for William Brad- me to introduce you to our new vice- ley was none other than his office boy. president." Billy. This was an unexpected blow. One "Of all things!" he gasped. of them recovered, however, and he "You see, Mr. Van Loan," Billy be- cried: "Three cheers for our new vice- gan, "I knew how badly you wanted to president, Billy Bradley." They were win, and knowing your daughter had a given with a will. racer, I adopted this daring plan. Be- Tom Hayne had by this time broken lieving she was a sport, I was almost through the cheering body of men, and certain she would help me." President Howard of the Senyah Auto- "But," the astonished auto-magnate mobile Company was in tow. "Gee, replied, "my daughter's had no high kid," Tom said, "that was some race speed gear or wire wheels on her car." you won. Meet my employer, Mister

"That was easy, we took it from the Howard." wreck; and the same for the wheels." "Glad to know you, sir," was all the "But you certainly didn't paint that embarassed hero could say. number on the hood and radiator?" "My young friend," the other be- "Oh no, we pasted it on. See," and gan, "I'll give you any amount you he began to take the paper numeral want if you'll only sign up on my rac- from the car. ing team. You're sure some driver." Quite a crowd had gathered about "Look here, Howard," Van Loan the car and the speakers by this time, said, "you don't want to rob me of my and everyone of the Dorf office force vice-president, do you?" 222 THE REDWOOD

"If that's the ease, I think not. saw a girl of your description, walking However, here's luck to you, young towards the court house with a small man," he gripped Billy's hand hearti- suitcase. Was that you?" ly. "But I'm really sorry for you," a "It was. I was late and was in a twinkling in his eyes as he looked at hurry. That was where Billy was to his rival, "because you've got an in- meet me. The suitcase contained these ferior make of car. Now look at the coveralls and goggles." Senyah, for instance, there's the real "But still I don't understand." thing." "Well, I might as well tell you the "I notice it wasn't the real thing to- whole story. After Billy saw me, he day. Billy, here, beat your best racer; took the car and went out to the track and it's the first time he's ever han- to see if it were possible for him to en- dled one." ter. While there he came across the The other laughed and departed, ac- numeral on the wreck; and found she companied by his man. When the had five good wire wheels and the high crowd had dispersed, which it did speed gearing left undamaged, so with shortly after, and Van Loan had the Mike's assistance he put them on our two to himself, he turned to his daugh- machine." ter and said: "But why did you do all this?" "Tootsie, girl, why did you cause "Well, this is your birthday, and 1 me so much worry by leaving that note 1 wanted to surprise you; besides, I I called up every justice of the peace needed some excitement, as I hadn't around here, but could get no inform- had any for about a week." ation. The last one, however, said he !

The Lone Hearth

SIT by tke fireside dreaming,

Watching tke red tongues leap

And dance in a violent frenzy

O'er the furious furnace heap.

I gaze, and there rises before me

From out of the flame's red glow,

The face of an absent loved one,

And freely my soft tears flow.

Can this be the khaki-clad hero

Returned from the hell of France ?

They said he was lost— I awaken,

Out of a drowsy trance!

I sit by the fireside dreaming

The hour grows late— so late,

But I know with a mother's fond yearning

That I still must wait—and wait. MARTIN M. MURPHY

223 Smarty

Francis M. Conneally.

N ugly sputtering of sound nimble feet brought him nearer to the from a snarling machine- first line of trenches. His was a mis- gun woke the valley with sion of mercy. He was a poor, dumb menacing echoes. A squad brute, whose kind are the objects of of gargoyle Yanks, fully cruelty—yet a willing and most able equipped and moving to and angel of Mercy. fro in the dense clouds of poisonous As he came near the lone sentry, a gas, mowed down the on-rushing foe. wagging tail was his countersign. "Ammunition!" came the sharp "Bless the little fellow indade thin, command of an officer in the rear of 'tis him that's more human than the the first "typewriter". A private scur- most of these blood-crazed boys." ried to the rear and returned with At the edge of No Man's Land, "ribbons".' "With precision they were 'Smarty' stopped. Surely he, dumb placed in position and again the gun creature, realized that it was a tick- dealt out its leaden pellets of death. lish job for any living thing to enter A savage smash of noise from the the forbidden space that separated distant hills—the machine gun was no the Hun from the Allies. Yet, love for more. Man, his Master, pointed out his task. # * * * * There were men out there: some dead To-day we enjoy the fruits of victory —those he could not help—but the liv- be found. With a sig- —the blessings of Peace. So it would ing, they had to be completely out of place to deal with nificant shudder he bounded out into the havoc of war, the sufferings of our the shell-scarred waste. through boys and the death of heroes—but Smarty was an American for he first beheld the there is one story which has never been and through, in the land of golden op- told. light of day In a quiet se- Late in the evening, just as the stars portunity—California. of a famous valley he began to shed glimmering rays of light questered town days of puphood. in the clear canopy of blue, the Red had spent the happy begun to learn Cross dog, Smarty, left the dressing But when he had just bones and was beginning station. Over the little hillocks, past how to gather intricate art of burying craters formed by the "Berthas", his to acquire the

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them securely in the war-garden of his only a sorrowful pup can lament the owner, an event occurred which left its loss of relatives. imprint on his sensitive canine brain. But one day Smarty, who was in the It seems that his mother was in the habit of being where there was always habit of helping herself, whenever the something doing, beheld a sight that opportunity afforded, to the next-door for some moments held him spellbound. neighbors' meat. Of course the butch- Standing by the house of the man next er should have known better than to door—the murderer of his own dear leave his wares on the porch. But the mother—was a man attired in a fine- person who occupied the bungalow was fitting, pleasing-colored suit with shiny of a very mean and somewhat mysteri- objects on his shoulders and his legs ous disposition. He did not say a word encased in slick leathers. Smarty won- to the owner of Smarty's mother, but dered what this fellow was doing in took the law into his own hands. Leav- the neighborhood, but, after an offici- ing a fresh piece of tender beef-steak ous bark, let the stranger do as he on the back porch one day the old vil- pleased. The following day, however, lain awaited the coming of a visitor. and at the same time, he saw this same And as would be expected, Smarty's person, but now attired in an ordinary mother came slowly, cautiously, sniff- suit of clothes. Surely there was some- ing the savoury odors that were wafted thing queer on foot—and he, Smarty, on the gentle breezes. No dog, no mat- regretted that he was not in on it. ter how strict his or her code of moral- Sad to relate, Smarty's master had ity, could resist the temptation. But grown rather forgetful of late and for

alas ! within that harmless looking meal two days had not shown up to give the had been injected a poison, deadly in dog his accustomed dinner. So, in or- its effects, and Smarty was now an der to keep fine and fit, the poor puppy orphan. was forced to go exploring for some bones which might have escaped his no- The grief that followed the severing tice. After chasing an annoying fly of those family ties was so impressive around a circle he slipped over to the that mere words would never be capa- house next door—but not to the porch. ble of expressing it. For days, Smarty, He had seen the owner leave some few alone in the world, went about filled, hours before, and it was now no doubt no doubt,—for who can tell what is in safe to dig for a few choice bones in dog's mind with pious thoughts. a — the flower bed by the side of the house. He would take a jaunt down to the Accordingly, with eagerness he set old creek where his mother had been about excavating and soon had remov- laid to rest and there his little voice ed various species of plant life which would pour forth a mournful solo—as adorned the flower bed. —

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Finding nothing to please him in that Early in the morning he went over to locality, he busied himself near the investigate ; and there on the porch, cellar door and after a while was lucky was one of the men with the letters on enough to gain entrance beneath the his arm. door, which was not fitted securely "Hello, pup— 'smatter with you? to the base-board. looking for your master? Well, if that Inside of that new, strange, funny blankety-blank, block-headed German smelling place, surely there was a bone was your master—you ain't got no —or maybe something better. Stumb- owner now." But Smarty, knowing ling about in the darkness that envel- full well that he was suspected, that oped him, his nose collided with a sack these men thought that he knew, or which contained some hard objects. even was some relation to the murderer After poking about for a few moments who killed his mother, was firmly re- he extracted one and was seemingly solved to prove his innocence. So, pleased with it. There was a strange with an angry bark he entered the fascination to it—for it rolled about open door. There, being laid in a bas- when he struck it with his paw. Im- ket was the body of the murderer, with mediately all thought of hunger disap- a ghastly hole in his head. Smarty peared. Here was some new toy, looked at him—the men about him made just for the peculiar whims of stopped and watched him. Then with puppy dogs. So grasping the little all the joy which a dog is capable of rope which came out of it he brought it showing, Smarty jumped and barked, out on the lawn in front of the house. and jumped and barked some more. He Barking with exultation, he chased it faced the body and snapped his little about, pawed it gleefully and on the teeth together in a menacing frenzy. whole really enjoyed himself. But One by one the men began to talk. while he was resting for a moment, the "Darn it; Capt. Slivens was right. strange man with the good-looking He said that this little purp was watch- clothes and shiny objects on his shoul- ing him the other day—and that when ders came, and with him several meu he comes around yesterday to question who had two letters on their sleeves. —that— (pointing to the body), the The new toy was taken away, and purp has a regular bomb out on the Smarty heard strange new words—Spy lawn—just having a fine time with it. —Bomb—Kill—but they had no mean- Regular dog, I'll say." ing for him. That night when he was • * # * * trying to snooze in his little box he So Smarty began his military career heard a racket next door;—he heard from that day on. He enjoyed the sea what sounded like a sharp, short bark voyage from New York and was now —several more—and then all was quiet. an able and willing Red Cross dog. . —

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Slowly treading his way in search of little throat a weird—a startling cry those who needed help, Smarty heard intermingled with a few snarls and fe- strange noises approaching. They were rocious barks. Consternation reigned unlike those made by the stretcher- —star-shells lighted up No Man's Land hearers who generally followed in his and dimly silhouetted, Smarty could tracks awaiting the little bark which see the spiked helmets of the foe denoted the finding of a wounded man. there were many. A machine gun spat- No, they were more stealthy—creepy— tered—a sharp pain—Smarty was no He stood tense—then slowly retreated more. toward the first line of trenches, keep- With the dawn of the day, a lone ing always the same distance away khaki clad figure crawled out in No from those approaching noises. Final- Man's Land and gathered in his arms ly, when about twenty yards from the the little body ; the white bond which

American lines he could stand it no encircled him was stained crimson. longer; surely there was some danger Somewhere in France there is a lit- approaching. Then, with a frenzied tle cross which bears this inscription howl he began to pour forth from that "Smarty—a Hero." An Incident of No-Man's Land

Randall 0. O'Neill.

this "Oh, war was a game where the filth and mire of a land that is ravaged Devil's fame, and ruined and bled is a duty that will And Dante's views on Hell try the steel of any man when he but

Were small town stuff on the Broad- reflects how probably his very act is way boards, the act that will save the lives of a And never a tongue can tell regiment of men, or even for that mat- Of the battle-rage that takes a sage, ter the life of but a single man—per- And makes him less than a beast, haps the son of some poor, widowed Who'll stick his knife in a brother's mother, who at that very moment back life at home, is waiting and praying that As he'd carve meat at a feast." He above may spare her only own. Patrols, on this red, roaring edge of Yes, and there are tales more won- war's outer crust, we started off in drous yet to be told, despite the many number, some thirty odd; each to tra- which have gone down with their prin- vel his own alloted path, forever mind- cipals to the voiceless silence of the ful that probably he might never re- dreamless dust; so if you will harken turn, or live to see the morning's sun. I'll spin you a tale—a tale of murder So, given our orders, the main part of and war and blood. which was to get information and get Come with me for a moment or two, back—if we could,—we begin to grope if you will, back to that land where and feel our way along, each alone and not long since, the shrapnel shrieked each his own master. and the bullets ripped and whined; Oh, the pale moon shone with a sick- back to that land where the cannon ening grace that night, and I actually belched and roared; where the rockets believe that the man in the moon drew glared and the flashes flared; back to the clouds across his vision, as a baby that land where scattered and flew the does its hands, to hide away the sight leaden and iron gin that humans—hu- —a sight the sons of man should never mans might drink it in; back to No- look upon. Man 's-Land. While the moon was away, and be- There may be duties light and duties tween flares, I'd dart, the best I could, gay, duties sweet, delicate and rare, from one shell-hole to another, and but the duty to porch in the dark and then I'd grope and crawl and cling to 228 ;; a

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God's hard earth, like a baby to its no man's forsaken land; but I thought mother's breast,—ever alert, ever I had better wait, and 'twas well that watchful for the inevitable out there I did—so I flattened out as low as I where the sky is spanned with its men- could, fixed my bayonet, poised my ace of death and fright. rifle, and awaited results. Along rolled the flame-fanged smoke, Soon, by his helmet grey and his here scattered earth and mud, there accoutrement queer I realized that blew the gas on its mission of death he was not my friend but an enemy,— then the moon took a last short look, Boche. drew the clouds—and then it began to The fury of war surged and heaved rain. It seemed to me the angels above within; to kill, to kill, was my only were weeping at so hideous a sight; thought; why should I not pierce his and oh, how bitter was their grief ! for very heart in twain? Why should I let the rain, like leaden hail and snarling him be? But I stayed my hand the sleet seemed to bite right in, as the while. And as a panther waits for its lightning flashed its fiery darts and prey to come within reach, as a lion the deep-voiced thunder rolled along lies hidden for an opportunity to the vaulted sky, and as I lay in the spring, so I, when I knew I had this darkness there I couldn 't help thinking Hun, lay waiting, to watch his tactics —something a fighter should never do and discern his movements. —and crying within "Oh, Gentle Very shortly, by intently peering Peace! how long? how long?" I perceived that he, like myself, was

The rain ceased; it cleared a little also waiting, like a cat which has cor- and I started onward once again, and nered a mouse, for some object right after about half an hour of the slow- ahead and close at hand. est progress I ever made I stopped Like a flash, it dashed across my short, for there by the pale moon's mind, could he be watching a comrade light I saw crouching a man, not thirty of mine, just as I was watching him, feet away. waiting even as I for a chance to spring He was alive, for I saw him move and murder and kill? in fact, I fancied I could hear him God forbid ! He never should ! No, breathe. Except for the slightest mo- not while my shoulders retained their tion now and again he lay like a man power to thrust! What should I do? that was dead; all outstretched like a I I seemed al- dusty marble statue. What could do? Why, My first impulse was to crawl right most paralyzed at the very thought. over and hug him half to death, so glad Then I saw him lean intently for- was I to meet a mortal out there in ward, rise like a murderer awakened ; —

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from his dream, or a madman from of war ; but I—but I lay there motion- his sleepless cot yes, and I know I saw less; I sprang not to aid; I turned ; not the sweat-drops fall from off his brow to shudder; nor did I even hang my and I heard him utter a grunted curse head in shame, but I actually smiled, while a satanical sneer passed over his so hardened had I become, as I turned lips. I knew what I saw when I saw away to leave him alone to his gory him come down with the pent-up and glory ; for what he had killed was a merciless vengeance of four long years "cootie".

sstfs: ! —:

Because

Because I see, wken to the clinging mold

Tke tender seed is cast, tke glad ripe grain

Tkrusting its promised largess fortk amain,

I do not fear corroding damp and cold :

Because I love, when clustered storm-clouds Koary

Veil Half the splendors of tke noontide sun,

The promised arch, of mist and sunbeam spun,

I do not crave tke calmer noonday glory

Because I know, wken to its kindred eartk

Tkis eartkly frame returns, my soul skall stay

And pain must yield to joy as nigkt to day

I kail deatk kerald of a brigkter birtk

H. F.

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"With the summoning of essentially a peoples' war and the long- Lasting the delegates of the ing of the world has been for a peoples Peace Central Powers to sign peace. Now at last the masses hope to the articles of peace at the Plenary recline from their years of tense uncer- Peace Council, culminated victoriously tainty and begin the enjoyment of the the long struggle against a foe threat- recompense which huge sacrifices have ening to unstabilize the tranquillity of justly made their due. But, although the world. The long sought for, long they have closed the front door to one hoped for settlement is here ; but will it evil, they must beware the while, of be a permanent peace? The war was being oblivious to a much greater one

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lurking in the recesses of the rear exit roundings. Satisfaction and content- determinedly awaiting the "zero ment will prove bitter enemies to an- hour" in which to swoop down upon archistic propaganda. Then, and only its prey. then, will a signal triumph have been Keen social unrest has become a won by the lovers of universal peace. thing of international concern. It Disregard this obvious remedy and

spreads like wildfire ; its venom is nothing but a revolt of the masses contagious and would prove the death against the classes will result. The of civilized society itself were not world will be submerged in Bolshe- proper legislation adopted to stem its vism, which means that civilization will fatal progress. We are, therefore, in pass away in the mire of bloody, mer- the field of conquest still; only upon ciless Barbarism. the completion of this greater task can we hope to kirn whole-heartedly to the work of reconstruction. We chanced to notice But how best to go about this great Finis the other day, fine cob- task is the question. Are we to be webs hung and strung guided by the radical few with their about many a volume that should have still more radical remedies? That otherwise evidenced marks of much would be advocating Socialism with all handling and use instead of that state its attendant evils. Is outward repres- of desuetude they seemed to have sion or persecution the efficient means'? lapsed into the past few months. Per- History proves such methods vain; for haps all this would have escaped unno- ideas will but flourish and spread the ticed were it not for the fact that we more in consequence of it. were reminded the end of the trail had The new universal enemy is an am- been reached. We began to pack, and bushed foe and must be exterminated in packing found our very being sur- by indirect methods. It devolves upon charged with conflicting emotions. each sovereign state to contribute its One made us blithe and jubilant over share toward the common good. Wise the coming vacation months with all legislation on the part of every nation that these mean; the other brought a in dealing with the masses is, we think, tinge of sadness with it. the only appropriate and efficient Each little volume with its still un- method. Minded that this was a peo- garnered knowledge, seemed to point ples' war, the peace must be kept a an accusing finger at us. Perhaps we peoples' peace. Let the laboring class, have been at fault, or perhaps Fate, that vast body of humanity constitut- that fickle goddess, has made pawns of ing every nation's majority, receive a us all. Indeed our year has been sadly just wage and improved social sur- broken up, but that should not discour- 234 THE REDWOOD

age us for remember it is better to have Next year is to be your year and one played and lost, than never to have of happiness and unparalleled success played at all. Properly summed up, for all. But each one will be the cap- our losses, if any, have not been real tain of his destiny. It will be for you losses at all. "We have been taught in- and the student body, a year of what- numerable lessons in the course of this ever you yourselves make it. Don't short but happy sojourn and not least let the past be a criterion of our fu- amongst these has been the value of ap- ture. Always aim for bigger things. plication to duty. Some of us stand at the threshold of Work together and act, "that each to- the future, looking back upon our morrow find you farther than to-day." Alma Mater perhaps for the last time. Reverse the tables and make yourself To these we extend all encouragement, be the one to point the finger at the with every wish for a bright and pros- text-book for its limited soope. perous career. Enriched with the no- This is all, except that the Redwood blest aim of learning, character plus wishes to thank all who helped us each knowledge, that their years in Santa month by their timely aid. Adios ami- Clara have rewarded them with, noth- gos, and may your vacation be a pleas- ing less than success seems forthcom- ant one, free from care and sorrow, ing. But there are others amongst us that in the fall you may all return to who will cling to academic life, and to the coming year the banner one these we would extend a kindly admon- make ition. in Santa Clara's history. Hniupraitjj Notes

During the time of preparation for we shall tell you more of these activ- our final examinations the student ities presently. body finds little incentive or oppor- tunity to engage in the unscholarly work of Campus activities. The vast The great clash between Ryland majority are ardently applying them- the two literary socie- Debate selves to their books lest the merciless ties of the University examiners, commonly called the "Ben- for the Ryland Prizes of 1919 is at an zine Board", should leave them by the end and the outcome of the debate was wayside while their successful class- indeed a surprise to us all. For the mates pass on. Then too, from the first time in many moons the House of ranks of the indolent there comes the Philhistorians conquered the mighty wild flurry of "cramming" mingled Senators. The question was one of in- with loud gallops of hard ridden Latin ternational importance, taking the "ponies". The full realization of their form of a conflict between the Balance plight is upon them and gallantly they of Power system of world regulation take up the good fight in a vain en- and the proposed League of Nations. deavor to stave off the inevitable. Let The audience was held spellbound from us hope they are successful. beginning to end, so lively was the con- But in the midst of all this scholastic test and it was not until the decision of soot we have found some time for play, the judges in favor of the contention our ideal being a sound mind within a upheld by Representatives Randall sound body. Some leisurely passed 'Neill, Martin Walsh and Edwin Hea- away the time in stately banquet halls fey, that most of us settled back with while others sought the open hills or a sigh of relief. To Senators Francis shaded glades of the Santa Cruz moun- Conneally, Eugene Jaeger and Henry tains on their annual picnics. But we C. Veit must be given the great credit all came together in one grand demon- of keeping the Senate's debating stand- stration of our filial devotion on "Pres- ard from dishonor even in defeat. ident's Day", May the 13th. However Another agreeable surprise of the

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evening was the digression from a well first and himself last, always putting established custom of not announcing forth his every effort in our behalf, the prize winners until the annual Com- always kind, courageous and gentle; mencement exercises and the conse- is it little wonder that we shall feel quent relieving of our curiosity by tell- his departure? The meeting very ap- ing us that Representative Randall propriately adjourned in his honor. O'Neill won first prize for individual As to the spirit of the students in excellence, Representative Edwin Hea- general, well—even though this semes- fey the second, and Senator Jaeger the ter has been marked by many stormy third prize. sessions, still every one has acted for what he thought were the best interests of Santa Clara and where such a spirit The last regular meet- Student prevails, success is bound to be the ing of the Associated Body outcome. Student Body for 1918-

19 was held on May 8, Treasurer Con- neally presiding in the absence of The class of '21, our President Korte. Characterized by the Banquets erstwhile Rhetoricians, usual interest and enthusiasm that has held forth at the festive marked all of the political functions of board, Saturday evening, April twenty- the campus it brought to a successful sixth. The menu was quite the thing; close one of Santa Clara 's most remark- that is, it sounded good and all the able years. The main business of the Sophs tell us it was "simply grand", meeting was the election of Student from "Polonius Broth—Manson style", Body Officers for the next year. The —to "Gimme the bing", including the following were honored : Henry C. Veit, "Blushing Murphies", and "Roast President; Frank Conneally, Secreta- Young Ones". Then too, E. Zeek Co- Treasurer, and Thomas man, beside being the orchestra and ry ; Zan Coman, Whelan, Sergeant-at-arms. The elec- committee in charge, acted as Toast- tions were followed by a few timely master, calling upon President M. S. remarks from our Moderator of Ath- Walsh, Silent John Murphy and Class letics, E. F. Whelan, S. J., which he Private E. F. Whelan, S. J., for a few concluded by bidding adieu to the remarks. As usual, they were well Student Body as this is to be his last taken. year with us. Every student present Now comes the dignified Senate with received this with regret, for seldom its annual banquet in honor of the Ry- before has Santa Clara been so fortun- land Debating Team. It was more of ate as to have a man of Father Whe- a "get together" affair this time, not of the lan 's caliber at the head of its athletic being graced by the usual pomp affairs. Always thinking of others dress suit or long tiresome speeches. ,

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The Senators tell us, however, that or. The students were indeed grate- physically they liked it much better, ful for the opportunity to pay homage "less noise, more food",' being their to a man who has become so dear to motto. Rev. Nicholas Bell, S. J., Pres- them. Coming here a practical stran- ident of the Senate, and Rev. Hubert ger, he quickly gained our esteem by Flynn, S. J., Speaker of the House, ad- his true American spirit and kind pa- dressed the Senators with a few timely ternal ways. What he has already done remarks in regard to the art of public for us since his arrival is best told by debating. his works. Finding us in great need of many things he quickly supplied our wants, among which the new foot-ball Wednesday evening, bleachers stand out as a grand remem- St. Joseph May seventh, the stu- brance. It is little wonder then that dents made their an- we find ourselves so irresistibly drawn nual pilgrimmage to the shrine of St. to him, ready to back him to a man, so Joseph, the patron of Santa Clara, that when he expresses a wish, of that there to pay him their homage by poem wish everyone is heard to "say, "So and song. The occasion was marked shall it be." Santa Clara is blessed in by the usual solemnity and sincerity, having one so true and so resourceful going to show how every one of us rev- to guide her destini'es. erence our benefactor. James O'Con- The Pentathlon, as in former years, nor spoke very eloquently for the Stu- was a huge success. Every athlete President dent Body, while Father turned out to do his bit, and though all his heart-to-heart gave us one of good could not be triumphant, still everyone talks. was happy in the privilege of honoring the President by trying. "Skeeter" Whelan was the highest man of the _ ., Tuesday, May thir- ,, amassing President s , , , , day, the proud total of 4333 teenth, marked our points and incidentally carrying off the first celebration in hon- biggest cup. However, the scorer or of our new President, Rev. T. L. found, "Pooch" Larrey, "Greek" Be- Murphy, S. J. Starting off with the dolla, Mervyn Kaney and "Silent" celebration of Mass by Father Presi- Guichon running in close succession to dent, at which he made a few remarks, the big fellow, and for this they also thanking us for our spirit of good fel- received handsome cups. The medals lowship and cooperation throughout the following: the year, we proceeded to the Athletic for each event went to

Pentathlon and thence to a feast at Kaney, in the high jump ; with Larrey which Fr. President was guest of hon- taking honors in the broad jump and 238 THE REDWOOD

shot put, while "Long Tom" took the the White House, the Student Body ex- half and Bedolla and Larrey the cen- tends its sincere thanks for the beauti- tury. ful cups they so graciously gave. It To Messrs. William McCormack and was through their kindness that the Greco, the Misses Bertha and Bernice Pentathlon was made possible. Downing, the Kocher Jewelry Co., and —Norbert Korte. ;

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Last year, and in previous years, meeting the members elected three there existed on the campus a tiny committees which were : to arrange the group of unknown, unmolested, sup- program of the meetings, to provide posed illiterate, and seemingly "pep- means of entertainment and to create less" ones, who labored under the title an interest in athletic events. The ef- of Engineers. This year, each "En- forts of the program committee were gineer" is living the new, immortal rewarded by the interesting talks giv- slogan: "Let's show them that we're en, at different meetings, by Mr. Du- not a bunch of deadheads." laney, by Captain Donovan, who has While the S. A. T. C. was in com- always been a true friend of the Soci- mand, the activities and the very at- ety, and by Mr. Roy Emerson, '16, an mosphere of college life were missing. old member. The entertainment com- Nevertheless, on every other Monday mittee furnished many a novel sur- of the month at precisely 11 :30 o'clock, prise for the benefit of the members. an Engineering meeting was called to And, not to be outdone by others, the order by the Society's able president, committee on athletics planned a series Leo Martin. While nothing important of basketball games with the Engin- could be accomplished in this first se- eers' natural rivals: the Letters men. mester, yet every meeting served to However, for reasons best explained by further incorporate the members into Captain Al. Guichon, his team failed such a loyal and friendly body that, to win the first practice game, and the when the Allies did manage to con- season closed before the series could quer the savage Hun without the aid of be played. Santa Clara's over-anxious Student The meetings of the Society are con- Army, the Society found itself in a po- ducted under strict rules of order. Not sition to shew everyone that it was up the slightest trace of "politics" is al- and coming. lowed to creep into the proceedings After the New Year holidays, a rather, every member is encouraged to small, neat sign appeared on the bul- express himself openly to the society. letin board, to announce the date of And the result of every vote cast clear- the first Engineering meeting. At this ly shows that each member thinks for

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himself. Besides its own happenings, shape of a large "U", with a small ta- the society has taken active part in ev- ble in the center. Upon this the Soph-

ery important thing around the Uni- omores had cleverly placed a transit al- versity. And in everything, to use a though they failed to make the sus- well-known expression, the Engineers pended carrot point exactly to the "know how". mark on the juicy steak beneath the But the main place must be given to tripod. "When the "big eats", con- the banquet. This occurred on the sisting mainly of turkey, with some thirtieth of April; and was acknowl- less tempting morsels had entirely dis- edged by all to be a huge success. The appeared, and when the orchestra could honored guest of the occasion was Mr. be persuaded to enjoy a rest, Mr. Leo Wm. 'Shaughnessy, City Engineer of Martin, the toastmaster, called upon San Francisco. Early in the afternoon, the speakers of the evening. Mr. 'Shaughnessy journeyed down to First of all, there was our esteemed the University, and was greeted at the President, Fr. Timothy Murphy. His station by a committee from the soci- talk was, as always, extremely inter- ety. Later on, he was conducted esting. And the applause surely must through the Engineering Department, have indicated the friendly feeling and seemed pleased with its appear- which exists for him on the Engineer- ance and equipment. After a tour of ing side of the "family". Next in or- the Institution, Mr. 'Shaughnessy der came the class speakers, Clarke, met Fr. Murphy, the President, Pro- Tuttle, Abrahamson and Sullivan. fessor Donovan and a few others, and Their remarks may have been crude with them started for the scene of the or perhaps merely nervous; but the banquet, the Montgomery Hotel in San spirit with which they addressed the Jose. gathering was plainly appreciated. In the lobby of the hotel were al- And then we listened to Mr. ready assembled the regular members, 'Shaughnessy. Needless to say, his the honorary members, and the guests words were eagerly heard. He im- of the Engineering Society. Hence, it pressed upon those present the import- was not long before the gay sounds of ance of the Engineering profession, merriment and the jumbled strains of and the large field for its endeavors. the "jazz" orchestra announced that At the close of his remarks, Mr. the Engineer's "Third Annual Capa- 'Shaughnessy was unanimously city Test" was in progress. To justly elected an honorary member of Santa describe the inner appearance of the Clara's Engineering Society and his banquet hall, one would have to wax speech of thanks could not be heard poetic. The tables, decorated with a in the thunder of applause. rope of roses and ferns, were set in the The toastmaster next requested our THE REDWOOD 241

old friend, Captain Donovan, to say a President, John J. Savage '20, of San few words. The topic of his speech Francisco. rested in the honor of the profession, Vice President, Leopold P. Di Fiori which, according to the Captain's re- '20, of San Jose. marks, is the "oldest on earth". When Secretary, David V. Tuttle '20, of the applause finally subsided, Mr. Sav- Atherton. age gave the closing remarks, and the Treasurer, Herman C. Dieringer '20, "greatest banquet yet" was over. of Austin, Nev. Last Monday the Engineers held an Sergeant-at-arms, Adolpho Vergara important meeting. A new staff of of- "21, of Zapatlan, Mexico. ficers was elected for the next year; Reporter, Alfred J. Abrahamson '21, and to judge from their hopeful prom- of San Francisco. ises, the coming session will be a most Librarian, Clarence Sullivan '22, of successful one. Santa Clara. Following are the new officers: —Alfred J. Abrahamson. r ft m-T' at> mi mwm' ilffll

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It 's a long way to travel back several hours. Finally, about nine '59 to the days of '59, so near o 'clock he came back with a heavy bar- the first of our pioneer Alma rel loaded on a wheel-barrow. Mater. Yet there are some amongst our "What's the idea, Spike?" said one Alumni who enjoy that distinction and of the men. "Going to bring it back chief of these is Mr. Edmund J. Duf- home?" fin. For many years Mr. Duffin has "No," said Leonard, "I saw this bar- been connected with newspaper work rel down the road about three days ago in Boston. He returns now to the val- and it's going to be the Company K ley to spend his remaining days in a bathtub. It's the best thing for a bath- clime unexcelled the country over. tub I have seen since we left Paris." The barrel was retained for several weeks as the official "plunge" of the According to stories circu- company. '00 lated by men who know whereof they speak, Edward M. Leonard, Knights of Columbus Sec- We have every legitimate retary with the 363rd Regiment was '04 reason to be proud of Thom- just about the most popular man in the as F. Feeney, who is certainly outfit. In each of the many campaigns doing credit to his Alma Mater. At in which these troops figured promi- present he holds the enviable position nently, Leonard was always on hand of Chief Deputy Collector in charge of when the men came back from the fir- the Income Tax Department, in the of- ing line, to help them to refreshments fice of Justus S. Wardell, Collector of and enliven their drooping spirits. Internal Revenue for the First Collec- An interesting story is told of how he tion District of California, That same once filled a much-needed want. He spirit of good fellowship which charac- was absent from camp one night for terized him as a student here at College

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is still whirling for him innumerable "Kamerad". Since then he has been friends. We wish him every opportun- on active duty on the Atlantic. Serpa ity for promotion in his career and all is a graduate of the Law Department kinds of good luck and success in his and prior to his enlistment in the early new field of endeavor. days of the struggle, was practicing in San Jose.

Another of Santa Clara's sons to Perhaps it was the freckled taste of early success is Bill Shipsey. '13 face of John Barnard that In war times he was known as Ensign awakened in us the memories Shipsey, while back in the gentle paths of his college days, or better still, a lit- of civilian life he bears the title of As- tle bit of the old pep he was wont to sistant District Attorney of San Luis display in his student years. He drop- Obispo County. It is indeed with pro- ped in on his way home from France, found grief that we learned of the re- and judging from the amount of fight- cent death of his sister Kathleen. The ing he participated in we can rest as- Redwood extends to Bill and his broth- sured that he did his share to keep er Edward Shipsey, S. J., '13, its sin- things hot for the Huns. cerest condolences.

Ralph Martin is credited with hav- ing been one of the hardest and most Word comes from San Diego enthusiastic workers for Uncle Sam '15 of one Nicholas J. Martin. during the War. Ralph was a customs' When hostilities ceased he officer in San Francisco and bade was in training for his commission at adieu to his Alma Mater with the class Camp McArthur, Waco, Texas. While of '16. at school here Nick was "Prexy" of the Student Body. Henry Harkins likes army life so well that he has decided to remain in the service indefinitely. Shortly after A very interesting letter graduating from the Engineering De- '16 reached us but recently from partment he enlisted and soon won his Eugene Charles in which he commission. At present he is on active relates the wonderful esteem and re- duty in France. gard the French held for all Americans overseas. He says the Poilus thought the best was none too good for the Sam- The Bolsheviks in wildest mies. '17 Russia must feel, even in L. Robert Serpa won his Naval Lieu- their semi-barbaric retro- tenancy shortly before the Boche gression, the stimulating influence of tired of the scrap he started and called genial Eugene Conway. Gene is a —

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graduate from the Department of En- One of the many Santa Cla- gineering. At present he is with the '18 rans to enlist at Camp Fre- American Forces in Russia. mont immediately after grad- Perhaps one of the best all-around uating last year was Hilding Johnson. athletes Santa Clara ever claimed is He received his Law Degree only to Benny Bensberg. He won his bars but turn to the thorough mastery of mod- shortly after enlistment and ere he re- ern warfare. Shortly after his enlist- alized it, was on his way over there. ment he was sent to France and re- Now that hostilities have ceased, he mains there still awaiting the word to finds the verdant expanses adjoining embark for Home, Sweet Home. Chaumont, a splendid place for polo in which game he delights. He expects to arrive home very soon. Dick Berndt dropped in re '20 cently to pay us a visit. Dick The one and only Mike Leonard is Ex has seen eleven months of homeward bound. Pinky was doing his active service in France and is glad to bit with the 18th Engineers and has be home. It will be remembered that been over in France from the very first Berndt, who was a fine student, was days of our entrance into the war. We also a great athlete while here at recall him as one of the best little school. He was most prominent, per- of, in pitchers the Varsity could boast haps, in Rugby, being a member of years. It was none other than the Charlie Austin's star aggregation of same Mike who bested the White Sox in 1916, but shone equally in basket-ball. one of their spring training games. —James B. O'Connor. ;

Awaking from the sil- In longing might the frantic oceans Holy Cross ence of the past few roar Purple months into which we Upon the gainless coast unceas- have been involuntarily thrust, we ingly." stretch our hand across the continent The onomatopeia of the lines and the to greet our friend from Massachusetts, choice of the words indicate the effect and without any further formalities of produced by the waves surging and renewed friendship we welcome "The rolling forward only to break and dis- Purple" to our midst again. In its us- sipate themselves upon the ocean-chis- ual good literary taste "The Purple" eled ledges of the cliffs. "We involun- has a pleasing array of commendable tarily recall similar lines from Swin- college verse with a number of essays burne, only that here the rhythm is im- verse lovers, to complete the issue. As perfectly developed. conceal certain partiality we cannot a "You've gone, old friend", leads us that form of literature; and towards into a sympathetic mood in which we here come to our first choice, "Frus- we too feel the loss of a departed friend. tration". The author displays an un- "Two Loves and a Contrast" con- usual power of using language to sug- tains in its simplicity a wealth of his and the action of the gest thoughts thought, and keeping the main idea un- poem quite to our pleasure. Transcrib- til the end gives to this neat little poem ing the first few lines as indicative of an added force and effect. But what the poem we may say that we have no- shall we say of "To Pyrrha"? Some- ticed nothing better in any other col- where in our early youth we have faint lege magazine. recollections of our own poor attempts "With swelling sweep of endless at deciphering the language of Horace waves, the sea upon the self-same subject. It is in- Assails the stubborn greatness of the deed pleasant to know that our favorite shore poet has not been entirely neglected

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since we have ascended into the realm we have "A Peasant Poet", an essay of metaphysics. Certainly it is no on the life and works of the budding mean attempt at expressing the Irish poet, Francis Ledwidge. To tell thought of the ancient master, in good the truth, we must confess our unfam- English verse. iliarity with all but the name of this Among the essays we especially not- young disciple of the Muse, out here ed "Prophecies" and "On Silence"; on the reverse slopes of the Sierras but our search was in vain for a short but, speaking of the essay, we think story to crown this issue. This is some- that the authoress has made too fre- thing, indeed, which we did not expect quent use of quotations, as the article to miss ; but again we can console our- seems to be overcharged thus rendering selves that the war is over and that the its reading slightly monotonous. short story will come into its own once "Why the Willow Droops" has no more. So we turned away well pleased special literary merit, and we might indeed, but with a certain void that add, the issue would not suffer by its was not filled and a craving that was absence. not satisfied, to await eagerly the com- "The Crucible" is very improbable. ing of the next number of "The Pur- It is too devoid of personality to be in- ple." teresting, and too short and discursory to merit much praise. But we do not know why the editor has placed "The "The Tattler", from Bride of Custis House" in so remote a The Virginia, makes its ap- place. Surely it merits something bet- Tattler

pearance with some ter ; we personally consider it the best charming short stories and interesting story in the number. It is slightly bits of verse. A story with a different marred by a poor simile at the top of setting and in some contrast to the pre- the second page, while, after we read vailing condition of its surroundings is the lines "The moonlight gleamed "Little Mischa". Its scenes of the through the broken windows, and black peaceful abodes of a music loving peas- against the light, the cross-bars broke ant are set in the wild wastes of Rus- the beam into little squares" we ad- sia. Do not the following lines paint an mired the faculty of suggesting by de- unusual picture scription the lonely barred windows

"As the child talked, Mischotzch and a train of kindred thoughts ; then, came and stood silently watching the as an afterthought, we were piqued to black blotter of night soak up the liq- be told "the window had been barred" uid colors of the day's melted rain- quite superfluous indeed. bow." Turning to the realm of poetry, we Out of line with the preceding story were struck by the simplicity and loft- THE REDWOOD 247

iness of thought in "The Garden of the geniuses; and it suffers nothing in its

' '. Brave ' "We seldom meet with such an comprehensiveness by the conciseness exquisite contribution in a college mag- and clarity in which it is expressed. azine. The whole contribution of Our appreciation of true genius was poetry is good ; but again we were pre- in no way lessened by reading "Neme- vented from saying "excellent" by the sis of Modern", and we left it better puerile effort, "The Flirt". Don't acquainted with the remarkable talent you think this should have been omit- of one of the best of our contemporary ted, "Tattler"? We instinctively re- literateurs. This essay epitomizes the called the lines in Poe's "Bells" while character and work of this modern reading "Spring"; and its suggestive- writer, presents his views on religion, ness added not a little to our pleasure morality, and government and explains in perusing it. The "Ex "-man's depart- the resulting antagonism of modern ment was also scrutinized, but, we must radicals in a clear and forceful style. say that to us the exchanges appear too "Schweinhund", although well writ- short and cursory, and we are inclined ten makes use of a plot somewhat to think that the editor of this depart- threadbare ; but we thoroughly enjoy- ment has missed one of its aims—help- ed it nevertheless. Poe and Conan ful and constructive criticism. Again, Doyle would probably read with won- "Tattler", we thoroughly enjoyed the der the tale of "The Purple Death", present number, and hope to greet you but unquestionably they would pro- again when we return to our desks aft- nounce its action rather bald and er the summer vacation. rapid and displaying a lack of atten- tion to particulars. However, it must be confessed, we held our breath until

_, _ , What must be the the very end. As to poetry, our finger Boston Col- ,, „ ,, „ , of r.i i wrath the Exchange& points to "Requiem" as the best. It lege Stylus .„ „, . . man it, after viewing expressed the unutterable woe of a the contents of a magazine, he can find sorrowing father and anguished moth- no fault in its well-balanced literary er seeking in vain in the fog-shrouded efforts ? Such is the case with us after night for one of their loved ones lost perusing the contents of the entertain- in the purple waters of the lake. The ing monthly from the region of Boston. best thing about it is that the action

In fact, for its clever stories, instruct- is artfully suggested and hence the ive essays, and poems it merits nothing emotions it would awaken, unconsci- but the warmest approval. ously yet forcibly are stirred within "Catholic Poetry" is a good exposi- us. For clearness and unaffected rhyme tion of the wealth and beauty of the we next point to "And who is my poetry produced by our own Catholic Neighbor?" Of course, we said that 248 THE REDWOOD

we could find no fault; but probably array of opinions and arguments upon our chagrin has caused us to reread and the subject, he seems to lack a grasp scrutinize the contents, and as a result of the theme, as some of his ideas, our victim is "Her Mite". We would somewhat vaguely expressed, and even not have said anything except for the a few patently erroneous, indicate. last stanza, which in our estimation Again, leaving our domain, we would is slightly suggestive of prose and suggest that the League be allowed to tends to make us believe that the au- rest until, by zymotic action, it devel- thor has unduly striven after rhyme. ops into a well-ordered balance of The last two lines are somewhat out of power. place, don't you think? But remem- "Theodore Roosevelt" is an epitome ber, "Stylus"', our task is not merely of the life of this great statesman, re- to find faults for faults ' sake, only that touching his admirable qualities only in this case they so unceremoniously to make them stand out more brilliant projected themselves upon our vision in the Nation's eyes. But the fault here that we were forced to take notice is that the author endeavors to cover thereof. In conclusion, aside from too much of the subject's life, burden- such slight imperfections, we repeat ing the essay with too many incidents, that the Boston College monthly is a which tend to make the reading of it well rounded and excellent journal. monotonous. A few incidents well-de- veloped, disclosing and portraying the character of this world figure would,

. , Noctes fabulaeque in our judgment, be preferable and Purpler, and A/r , ,,„, T p Manes! "The League would make more enjoyable reading. of Nations" is one of The tendency with the author of the subjects that stares us in the face short stories is to take upon himself in the neat issue of our friend from the task of explaining his whole plot Minnesota. And what shall we say? and action by surplus explanation and At the outset, to be frank, we must ad- obvious remarks, and thus little or mit that we have some preconceived nothing is left to the intelligence of the opinions about such an affair, and nat- reader. Such is the case with "The urally an essay exposing the charms of Ace of Diamonds" wherein we are the League of Nations does not impress told, after a thrilling game of cards, us favorably. Though, aside from lit that the hero has won and finally that erary criticism, this is no place to deal it was all a dream. This was evident with such a momentous question, still and known long before we were told, we cannot refrain from commenting and the remarks only irritated us. Still upon it. While the author of this ar- we could not help regretting that the ticle has added nothing new to the long tale was not more lengthy. "Ar- THE REDWOOD 249

mand" is our pick as an ideal short sion that the harsh word must be story. With its absorbing theme, in- chosen. Indeed we found it difficult genuity of plot, and its well ordered to decipher the meaning; and such a action, it leaves nothing to be desired. word as "Sleepy-head" in the first line

Here is a good example of suggesting did not incline us favorably. To be action and describing feelings and brief in our friendly criticism, there emotions. is an irritating absence of rhythm and After going the rounds of the short melody in the verse to aid us over the stories and essays we complain that we weak spots. were only rewarded by one poem, "The As for the other poem, "Regret", we

Storm Demon". But, however else we find that it possesses all that is required might criticize it, we must say that it of good College verse, and, needless to is quite good. A suggestion might be say, the thought is good. Consequently, made that more verses of this quality when we can make no adverse com- would be appreciated amid the other- ments certainly "res ipsa loquitur." wise well-balanced collection. How- A story that is different, with the ever, "Purple and Gray", we enjoy irresistible attraction of a gay uncon- your visits ; and hoping that your next querable hero at last conquered by gen- arrival will include some excellent col- tle yet powerful love—for others, is lege verse, with stories and essays ga- "Edna".' lore, we await your coming. Opportunities are afforded for satire and bits of original wit in "Some wan- derings of a Vagabond Mind", and the After months of anxiety effect is amusing. We would like to Fordham we are glad to renew encourage more of this kind of writing, Monthly our acquaintance with because the field is large and fruitful, our eastern friend, that we may con- and particularly develops the resources tinue the work of aiding and encour- of the student. "The Log of the Mary aging each other in our literary ef- Ann'.' Where did we read something forts. To begin, we regret that we like that before? But that would be could not find more to enjoy in its telling. We would kindly suggest that poetry, which in this issue consists of the author turn his literary atten- only two selections. Did we say se- tion to some other theme, at least one lections? This does not apply to not so hackneyed by the storm of alien "Stuff and Dreams", because, to tell pens. The rest we can only commend the truth, we were at a loss to know as good, with special reference to the whether it was prevailingly "Stuff" editorial on the "Educational Re-

' ' or ' Dreams ; but to allay form" and "The Test of Sincerity". ' our con- science, we have come to the conclu- The former is a clear exposition with a : :

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logical conclusion on the present day Georgetown College Journal. evils of the elective system in our seats The Morning Star. of learning. As to its conclusion, we Duquesne Monthly. could hardly have reached any other The Creighton Chronicle. and the point is well developed. But The Laurel. what shall we say about our President ? The Martian. The exchange department may not be The Exponent. the place to make such comments, still The Villa Marian. we cannot refrain from agreeing with The Alvernia. your editorial that our chief executive The Xaverian. seems to the writer also to be somewhat The Gonzaga. inconsistent. Would not this be a fit The Dial. subject for some "Vagabond mind?" The Columbiad. But summing up, we must say that we The Memorare. enjoyed your efforts, "Fordham", The Canisius Monthly. and our hope is for many happy re- The Prospector. turns. The Academia. The Borromean. The Rainbow. We gratefully acknowledge receipt The Springhillian. of the following The Marquette Journal. The Young Eagle. —P. F. Morettini.

Considering the many obstacles that was to be resumed. Of course we do we had to contend with, due chiefly to not mean to say or even give the slight- the European war and its aftermath, est suggestion that we were dissatisfied we are more than satisfied with the with the army organizations that had successful seasons that we had in each held our student body together. But sport. In the beginning of the school the battle for democracy having been year the majority of the student body won, there was nothing else to do but looked forward to a poor season in to return to the well loved ways of Col- Football. A month later the Student lege life and devote our free time to Army Training Corps was instituted, Athletics. only to weaken our hopes for a good Our basket-ball season was among football year. Notwithstanding all the most notable that Santa Clara has difficulties, through the efforts of Cap- had in all her athletic history. Despite tain Donovan, U. S. A., and Fr. McEl- many handicaps, we succeeded in bring- meel, then Moderator of Athletics, a ing home the championship title of the series of three football games was ar- California-Nevada Intercollegiate Bas- ranged with our old rival, Stanford ket Ball League. Those who witnessed University. The success of our varsity the many games played on our own in the three encounters has already court will support me when I say that been related in the early issues of the we had "some basket-ball team". Eedwood, but in case it may have been In baseball, while we were defeated forgotten we remind our friends that in a few games, we must consider that we defeated Stanford in all three con- we had often to meet teams composed tests. entirely of professional players. In On our return from the Christmas spite of that fact, however, our record holidays we were more than glad to for the season shows a gratifying bal- hear that both the S. A. T. C. and the ance of victories, and had there been a R. 0. T. C. Units had been abandoned baseball organization in these parts and that the old routine of College life corresponding to the Intercollegiate 251 252 THE REDWOOD

Basketball League, we feel sure our Let us turn back over the pages of players would have come mighty near history to those days when our neigh- winning the intercollegiate bunting. boring hills were dressed in white, and For next year the outlook could the windows of Senior Hall were closed hardly be brighter. Though no official lest the chill north wind should enter announcement has been made, we can and disturb our study. say with certainty that Santa Clara will Out on the court we found Chase, play the American style of football. Pashburg, Mollen, Falvey, Walsh, and We are the very last to bid adieu to the Neary, in their daily basketball prac- grand old game of Rugby, Santa Cla- tice. It seemed an impossibility to

ra 's true friend for thirteen years ; but schedule a game with any team, at any we have been left isolated by our neigh- place or at any time. It is true we boring colleges, and only one course is played a few games, but in these our open for us. two forwards were missing, so the reg- To-day the newspapers carry the an- ular Prep Basketball Team failed to nouncement that Mr. Emmet Harmon show its worth in those few contests. has signed a two-year contract to take Later, our time was well spent in scrim- charge of all athletics here at the Uni- maging with the Varsity. Although versity. The new coach, most success- this work was tedious at times, we fail- ful hitherto in developing winners in ed to lose our spirit, and Santa Clara's every line of college sport, will doubt- victory in the California-Nevada less have little trouble in maintaining League was largely due to the condi- and increasing his high reputation, for tion of those who wore the "Red and in addition to excellent material now White."

on hand there is every prospect that Then came spring. We knew it was several athletes who were summoned here for "Shirtless" Teague adver- hence by the war, will return to col- tised the fact. Our baseball team was lege for the next scholastic year. indeed a nine worthy of all honors. A —D. Diaz. tall, unostentatious youth under the name of Bob Pashburg was our "find". bestow much credit, for PREPS. On him we his pitching was wonderful. Ray Fal- Now that time has had its way, and vey, the stripling from the town of the victorious Preps lay aside their mystery, proved to us that they teach spikes, cleats, or tennis shoes and don one how to catch at San Mateo Hi. a more refined English or Florsheim ' ' ' Spud ' Chase at first showed many of low cut, the thoughts of this year's Ath- our opponents how the bag should be letics in Prepdom loom before us, and his one hobby to in the minds of all, there is no doubt played, and it was that they have been a success. run the bases without a stop. To see a THE REDWOOD 253

ball pass through Al Becker at third, MIDGETS. Joe Pipes at short, or Captain Martie The word Midget conveys to one's Judge at second was about as common mind something small. Well, a certain as watching Earnie Bedola, Jim Neary, Mr. Forge, who, by the way is a hand- or "Stubby" Griffith chasing a fly out ball shark, and who is well primed on in the field, and with Bobby pitching, the ups and downs of history, informs these things happened as often as Old us that Napoleon was small, yet he was Man Halley's Comet. a great man. So be it with our Mid- Mountain View twice was treated to gets. Small, yet wonderful teams the white wash. For the little blue they have. book tells of a 10-0, and a 6-0 victory The fates have so decreed that when- for the Preps. Centerville's hopes ever any Santa Clara Team in the were high, but the Preps played a mean Prep or Midget Class has a world of for not content with a shut-out trick; speed, and teamwork, that lineup shall for their opponents and with crossing seek in vain for competition. With the pan seven times, Bob Pashburg had our two Joes,—and who else could they to pitch a no-hit game. About seven- be but Pipes and McLaughlin at guard? teen miles from here is a beautiful High —two of the fighting Irish stock, none but oh, how the surface soil of School, other than Regan and Corbett at for- diamonds can change in that baseball ward, and Makemson and Volkmor short distance. Palo Alto had or — shifting at center, what better team an undefeatable claimed they had— has ever represented the Midgets in professed to know the Na- team who basketball? tional Game. With "Paly" at their The San Jose Y. M. C. A. 130 pound- last bats we felt certain of victory, but ers, and the Santa Clara High School suddenly a few rocks turned the course team of the same weight are the only of their love taps and our studious En- fives that caused our Midgets to take gineers would never attempt to figure a trip to the Marble showei's. The lat- the angles that ball then made. Our ter had yet to taste the stings of de- deserved victory was turned into a feat when they cast aside the rubber have waited in vain tied score, and we soled shoes for the more wicked looking for on our diamond; but a return game cleat and formed a ball team with opponents fail to realize perhaps our Spot Eye Mollen as pitcher, Fat Frank school closes in May. the fact that our and Speed Burns as catchers, Lefty defeated three The San Jose High was Kinnison at first, Mick Regan around times by large scores but their motto second, Joe Lambrosa on his toes at seems to be "never quit",' and per- short, Mex Farrell "talking 'em up" haps that is the reason for San Jose's at third, Shine Florimont, Angelo Rian- position in the P. A. League today. da, and Tub Greub basking in the out- 254 THE REDWOOD

field, and Co-op Lipman and Red Cor- give us the result of his probings. Al- bett willing to step into any position. though Mollen pitched a two-hit game, Santa Clara High School tasted an the Los Gatos High School carried 11-2 defeat; Centerville failed to con- away the honors of a 3-0 victory. vince their home town friends that the Taken all in all, the Preps and Mid- Midgets were easy victims, as the score gets have been most successful in their stood 4-2 against the boys up North. Athletics this season and as it is these St. Joseph's fell twice before our very Preps and Midgets of today who youngest and smallest team, by an 11-2, will compose the Varsity of tomorrow, and a 7-1 count. But a certain warm a unanimous vote of thanks for their spring day at Los Gatos proved a Wat- valuable services at coaching is heart- erloo for our nine. Perhaps the odor ily extended to Messrs. Sprague and of grape vines affected their senses, but McElmeel. as yet Sherlock Manson has failed to E. Neary.

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