Cleveland High School - Beacon Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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l u l Q l E E F i or ripped all his canvases to strips? One could hardly find any canvas or any brush that could fill the place of a faithful friend. Someone had left the street-door open 3 he could feel the draft from it. The room was becoming cold. Several times he decided to go down and close it, but each time he found it too diflicult to gather enough energy to do so. Suddenly he was awakened from his stupor by a scratching sound out- side. Schurz went slowly to the door. He opened it just a crack, but as he did so it was given a mighty thrust, and something small streaked past him into the room. It was Flip. Around and around the room he went, yapping and upsetting every- thing in his path. Then he came back to Schurz and danced around his feet, rubbing his snout against the man's leg and barking into his face. Flip, cried Schurz, good old Flip. And he picked him up and held his face close to that of the little dog. Flip's tongue was caressing his cheek, his ears, his neck. His tail was beating wildly against his master's chest. Good old Flip, sobbed the man, you've come back to me. 2... X f 0 ZW X wl- 'aw i f Page F'ozwteen.

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He called the young woman the following morning, and she promised to come for Flip that evening. Schurz regretted having done this almost immediately after hanging up the receiver. He thought of how lonely he would be without his companion-how he should miss the spirited little pup. It was a long dreary day for him, and, when he came home, he had almost decided to tell Miss Hayes that she could not have his dog. But to have her come there and then to say thatihe had decided to keep Flip would be impossible. No, that would not do. She came early. The pup made a great fuss over her-he always had. On the evenings she came for lessons, he would bring her Schurz's slip- pers, the ball his master had bought for him, or even a cherished bone from some secluded corner. On this evening he dragged out Schurz's best hat. He came trotting up with it, the brim between his teeth, and deposited it at the feet of Miss Hayes. She picked him up and he began to lickher face, but when she carried him to the door he squirmed and twisted so in her arms that she was scarcely able to hold him. When he had worn. him- self out, he gazed beseechingly across her shoulder at Schurz. The man was heart-broken enough, but to see Flip in so helpless a position only added more to the misery of losing him. He went over to stroke the puppy's head and felt the warm little tongue on his hand. I'll take very good care of him, Miss Hayes was saying. Oh, by the way, what does he eat 'F' Why did she stand there talking! Why did she not take the dog and go! Anything, he answered distractedly. He likes puppy cakes and milk. Meat-feed him meat-and an occasional bone. I want to thank you again, Mr. Schurz-, she began. No, don't thank me-1'-d rather you wouldn't. His voice trembled. Poor Flip, poor puppy. Mr. Schurz caught a glimpse of the dog's eyes as she carried it down the stairs. They were wide and the expression in them was one of aston- ishment, one that said that he could not comprehend being treated so. Then they were gone, she and his dog, and he was alone. The week that followed was dull. The rooms seemed so large and empty, everything was so intolerably still. There were no torn mules, no mangled brushes, the welcoming bark that had greeted him on his return from the school was missing. All the new joy Schurz had found in life had vanished. It was a cold, rainy day, his first Sunday without Flip. He had been sitting gazing out the Window across the empty streets and watching the rain roll down the window pane. The lights were being turned on and from over in the northeast the great Lindbergh beacon was cutting through the mist. He had come to the conclusion that it was impossible for him to be without Flip. What did it matter though the pup chewed up all his brushes Page Thirteen

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--: 'X Causes of War By Marlys Baumann T HE CAUSES of war are often obscured so completely by various issues that it becomes difficult to discover the real sources of discord. Is it possible that countless lives have been sacrificed merely to appease the petty whims of civilized nations? Some wars have been fought because one group of people failed to understand the motives of another group. In 1775 England did not understand the people of the Thirteen Colonies. In theory the Revolutionary War was fought for political freedom from oppressive taxation and for the banishment of arbitrary power. Moses Coit Tyler, a noted American writer said, The colonies made their stand, not against tyranny iniiicted, but only against tyranny anticipated. Yet American and British views and policies were not irreconcilable. It is probable that the iniiuence of radicals on both sides of the Atlantic made war inevitable. Professor Hart of Harvard bluntly states that a peaceful solution for those difficulties would have been possible had it not been for the iniiuence of Sam Adams. It is inconceivable that we would still be a part of the British Empire if there had been no Revolutionary War. But it is conceivable that a peaceful separation would have come without that conflict. In 1812 we found ourselves engaged in another struggle with England, due to commercial injuries involving our right as a neutral nation in the Napoleonic wars. We hated the impressment of American seamen, and we believed that British agents were inciting the Indians of the Northwest against us. Yet our grievances against Napoleon were equally serious. What a strange picture was presented when James Madison, the great apos- tle of peace, became the companion in arms with the greatest despot on earth. It was a war of inconsistencies. The chief causes were removed when Parliament repealed the Orders in Council two days before Congress declared warg the greatest battle was fought after the peace treaty was signedg the treaty did not mention any of the real causes of the war. But at least there is reason to believe that our second war with England did much to end our commercial dependence on Great Britain and to establish the International Law of Neutrality. A dispute over the boundary of Texas led us into the Mexican war- a war referred to by U. S. Grant, who took part in it, as the most unjust war ever waged by a strong nation against a weak one. In the end our title to Texas was acknowledged, and the Mexican Cession was ceded to us in return for a payment of S515,000,000. The United States also agreed to assume the claim of its citizens against Mexico. Passing over the ques- tion of right and justice, it is certainly true that the great Southwest CND Page Fifteen