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But Chips of Glass PVO chips of glass. JCforv I never saw ilie stars, .Nor butterflies with (tainted liars. Nor blades of grass. The yellow ltees l never saw. nor little birds. Hut only heard their friendly words Front blurred, green trees. The world did seem Vague, dull I knew not whv; I only knew all earth and sky I Min as a dream. And then these hits of glass! Oh. myriad life! Oh. wonder sight! oh. jeweled world! Oh, star-bling night! .My soul go. s dancing with de- light! THANK (101 for chips of glass! Compliments of Dr. Charles B. Hobrecht Optometrist and Optician Eighth Floor Head Blildixg 209 Post Street Cor. Grant Ave. Hours () to 5 and by appointment Phono Garfield 964 ■BETTER OPTICAL SERVICE”ST. IGNATIUS UNIVERSITY SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA 'Lhe University embraces the following Departments: —The College of Letters, Science and Philosophy. A four years’ college course, leading to the degree of Bachelor of Arts. B—The College of Late. A four years’ course, leading to the degree of Bachelor of Laws, and beginning in Junior Year. C—The College of Engineering. A four years’ course, leading to the degree of Bachelor of Science in Civil Engineering, and beginning in Freshman year. P—The Pre-Medical Course. A two years’ course in Chemistry, Bacteriology, Biology and Anatomy for prospective students of Medicine. This course begins in Junior year. St. Ignatius High School An efficient course covering four years from the completion of standard grammar schools, and preparatory to the University. Rev. Patrick J. Foote, S. J., President(Enntpnta c v d Page Dedication 5 Spring...............................................6 The Conflict of Law and Liberty 7 First Communion.....................................12 Captain Joseph P. Sullivan, U. S. A.................13 Double Crossed......................................18 The Pirate..........................................28 Richard C. Queen, Signal Corps, U. S. A. - - - 33 The Dawn of Hope....................................37 In Memoriam ---------- 39 Sub Vespere - - - - -.....................40 That College Education of Mine..................41 An Island Romance...................................45 Editorial - .................53 Pro Patria .. 57 Alumni..............................................67 Law Notes..........................................-77 University Notes.................................---84 University Athletics...............................-93 High School Athletics...............................99 •.ian tlir S’!. Ignatius (ttnuspruatinn ffiragur uir hrhiratr aln« Dgnattait mltlf tlir frrnrnt prayer that Shr Jrauit Jffathrra » Ihromih tlir nrurmaity nf friruha mail aniuirr mayo anh mraua of QHrarutg tlirtr Srbt Sutlbing a (Unllryr anb SU'aibrurr (Enntimung thrir murk in tbia (Cittj jfnr the (Blnrg nf (Snb anil thr Valuation nf nuls ♦ Spring Ho' Spring is on the meadow lanes, With all her flowers adorning; 'fhe garland of her glory reigns O’er every hill and vale; The lavelock’s cadence greets the glow Of blossom-scented morning, And nodding beds of daisy heads Are trooping down the dale. And, ort beyond the poppy gold. The gvpsy roads are calling, The purple spell the mountains hold. The woodlands and the streams, And all the fragrant breeze ablow, Through orchard blossoms falling.— The winds of May that call away To Spring and Youth and dreams! Vincent II'. Hallman.(ftmtflirt of Haw att Htbrrtg Awarded the Gold Medal i the University ( )ratokical Contest. O-DAV while the powers of the world turn with grateful hearts to the sons of America, the defenders of democracy, “the champions of the rights of all mankind.” to-day with the joyful blessings of rescued civilization still sounding in their ears— those very sons returning to this, their home—the land of the free, are confronted by a situation which threatens to destroy their own sacred personal liberty and crush them ’neath the heel of a tyranny more dangerous and despicable than that for whose defeat they have labored and bled in France. And what is this tyranny? It is the natural offspring of narrow-minded reform—it is the tyranny of prohibitive legislation. Its seed has been scattered broadcast and its pernicious growth is to be recognized in nearly every social reform with which the American public is now being harassed. Think for a moment—the anti-liquor league, the antismoking league, the health insurance faction—together mayhap with the anti-tea and coffee association and the anti-pastry party. What, ladies and gentlemen, is the meaning of all these organizations to free and sovereign Americans? Simply this—that the people of the United States, bewildered by the fanciful representations of an impractical idealism, fascinated by the shimmering veil of tinseled illusion which their laudable hope for human uplift has hung before their eyes, have been rendered insensible to the real—the awful dangers that lurk beyond the curtain of artifice and sham, and are nursing to-day at the very thresholds of liberty and justice, a creature whose verv nature makes it the mortal enemy of all personal freedom. This masquerader is prohibi-8 run .ix live legislation, a creature which, in the character of a multitude of your neighbors, may one day reach into the sacred precincts of your home and dictate your conduct in matters of a purely personal nature. Vet this is America—and the members of that despotic throng will dare to call themselves Americans. W hat mockery i this? What sacrilegious violation of all that our forefathers held closest to their hearts? And who are these usurping pillagers who here in the time-hallowed temples of democracy would hurl down from their accustomed niches the statues of equality and freedom and set themselves up as the sole arbiters of virtue that their opinions may become the criteria of our morality ? Who are they, we cry—and the answer is at once apparent. They are the self-constituted angels of reform, the heckling, probing, narrow-visioned magicians who by waving the wand of prohibitive legislation, are going to transform their less holy, less enlightened brothers into radiant angels of incorruptible virtue. They are rather the helpless mortals who think they have found in prohibitive legislaton. the necessary prop to the weakness of their own wills. And this is the type of men who have so far succeeded in deluding a host of your fellow-citizens that they too now cry that to save you and me from the ravening beasts of appetite which exist within ourselves, the State and not our God-given conscience must regulate, and dictate our most secret, most personal habits and actions. Oh, how degenerate have we become—how far fallen in virtue below the standards of our ancestors—if now with all the material advantages of our superior education and vaunted culture to aid us—we yet must call on government legislation to support our weakling wills in the battles of the aspirate souls. I»ut there have arisen those who would help us, they say in our plight. Who arcCOXFIJCT OF LAW' AND LIBERTY 9 they—and what method do they use for our redemption? We look, and whom do we see—alas, none more solacing, none more healing than the radicals whose only method for the remedy of an abused right is the abolition of the right itself. W e cannot put much trust in them. For even as we look, we see them begin pompously to strut about the national stage, confident of the efficacy and merit of their plans. Their plans, indeed! Yes, the enlightened scheme which their twentieth century wisdom has evolved and by means of which the guardian angel of conscience ruling us with the flaming sceptre of righteousness and truth is to be supplanted by what—a uniformed policeman. who swings a menacing club. And amid it all. even as we thus hastily examine the poor misdirected efforts which they are pleased to term their plans, we can hear the voice of self-centered egotism, the characteristic of hopeless visionaries chanting up through the darkness of its ignorance—“Our human legislation will succeed where morals, religion, yea God Himself has failed.” Surely this is sweet music with which to lull their reason into rosy dreams and pleasant slumberings. Are we the defenders of drunkenness and vicious excess, because we say these things? Reflect, before you reply, upon the issues involved upon the principles imperiled—upon the insidous dangers that surge in the wake of moral reforms that are bought with the sacrifice of a cherished traditional freedom. If you so reflect, your answer can be easily anticipated. For having revolved all these things in your minds, you must if you are true Americans, stand forth and give answer in some such manner as this: “We, after thoughtful consideration, untainted by any form of prejudice, are firmly convinced that first, the abolition of the rights of all because of the abuses of the few. is an unjust, undemocratic, and wholly un-American principle, and that as such it should never be permitted to disfigure with its presence the glorious Con- 10 THE IGX ATI AX stitution of these United States; second, that the possible benefits to be derived from prohibitive legislation are in their insignificance, incomparable with the most precious possession of the American citizen—his sacred personal liberty; and that lastly, we believe that any movement naturally antagonistic to our individual freedom, is fraught with latent dangers to the peace and unity of our republic.” That, ladies and gentlemen, must be your answer, as American citizens: and now let us together review that last, most vital portion of it, namely, the dangers that threaten our national unity and harmony. To-day, there stands on the highroads of our national existence, a glaring searchlight. Its brilliant circumference has become the cynosure of the eyes of many who travel the road and to them blinded by the staring whiteness of its light, all objects which lie farther along the highway are concealed in contrasting gloom. If we would pierce the darkness, we must shield our eyes from the glare. That searchlight is social betterment, the splendid beacon of those whose aim is prohibitive legislation. The travelers attracted by the blazing glory of its surface are those who, misled by the loftiness of their idealism, have become oblivious to all else, and their blinded eyes are the eyes of their once practical but now dazzled rationality. The objects which lie hidden in the shadows are the latent dangers of moral reforms, accomplished by Federal laws. Xow, in my own limited way, have attempted in the preceding portion of my speech to construct a shield of unsentimental truth, which, by shading the eyes of our reason from the confusing glare of that light of social betterment, we may be enabled to penetrate the obscurity beyond and examine, one by one. the shrouded dangers that are consequent upon prohibitive legislation. The source of all the perils that jeopardize our peace and unity to-day, is a strong, popular tendency toward State paternalism; the condition which creates betweencoxfljct of lmf axd liberty 11 the Government and the governed, the relationship of father to son, or places the governed in a state of dependency upon the decisions of the Government. Now, in a republic, such as ours, in a democracy which by its eulogists is said to have gone farther than any other nation of history in the protection of the private rights of its citizens—in short, in these L'nited States, conceived in liberty, dedicated to liberty, ever the sanctum of liberty, how odious is this system of government, State paternalism, the stifler of freedom, which would so circumscribe our boasted personal independence as to make it absolutely contingent upon the whims and determinings of our neighbors. And yet, with its innate distastefulness, the tendency in that direction is each day more pronounced. Its strength is to be felt in the anti-liquor amendment. And, ladies and gentlemen, though in truth the prohibitionists are a dry sort of people, we will find that victory, despite their dryness, will inflame their hearts, and enkindle their imaginations in much the same manner as a warming wine. Conscious of their power, powerful in their success, they will find new fields on which to battle highly exaggerated evils. Reform will beget reform, and each in its turn will infringe on private liberty, the civil society in its newly-created office will begin to encroach on the realm of the domestic, and what will result?—OPPRESSION—of a new form perhaps, but none the less, oppression—the reign of tyranny, the arrogant sway of pettiness, dwelling in high places, and then like the violent eruption of a muttering volcano, will come the rousing of a long-suffering people, a people from whose eyes has at last been snatched the rose-tinted glass of illusion, a people whose blind quest for social uplift has betrayed them into the loss of inestimable privileges—ah. this is truly something to ponder upon, this awakening, such an eruption as can12 run igxutux hurl tlu hot lava of human hatred from Cuba to Alaska— from the Philippines to Maine. And you, ladies and gentlemen, here to-night—for some of you may be honest believers in prohibitive legislation— remember that the more heavenly the dream, the more violent the awakening: that remembering it. you may gradually rouse yourselves and lessen its embittering shock. Let us be dupes no longer! Let us cast forth from our intellects these plans for prohibitive legislation, the burning ashes of a noxious incense that would drug us into the sleep of credulity for the purpose of our enslavement. Let us cast forth those ashes, because, as true Americans, we recognize in them the scent of tyranny and national dismemberment. And then when we have done this, when in our enlightenment we have relegated prohibitive legislation and all its coterie of awful possibilities to the tombs of the forgotten, let us set up for ourselves, in some conspicuous place, the warning motto — 'Pe temperate in all things.” and by way of amendment let us add, “even in our reforms”—that in following the teaching of that wise old precept, we may continue our national existence—in prosperity, security and peace. Edward Ignatius Fitzpatrick. Ifirfit (Cnmntuutmt Sweet Jesus, when Thou dost abide Within this spotless breast. And there Thy Majesty dost hide, Seeking calm peace and rest,— Unto that warm and tender heart The treasures of Thy Love impart.(Ea;tJ. Jofltfjilj $uUumn. It . A. Ca])t. Joseph It Sullivan needs no letter of introduction to the readers of the “Ignatian.” Along; with llriga-dier-General Charles II. McKinstry, Master Klectrician "Dick” Queen, twice recipient of the Croix de Guerre, Sergeant Con (Vllrien, awarded the Distinguished Service Cross, and so many other heroes whom St. Ignatius gave to I’ncle Sam he will be pointed to with pride by all the loyal sons of Alma Mater. Joe was always a “fighter,” courageously attacking anything from a Greek verb to Kuclid's method of finding the L. C. M. Me was a fighter on the football field too. and often did he put a healthy scare into the opposing front-rankers. Having passed successfully the examinations. Joe went to represent St. Ignatius at West Point. Popularity was the keynote to his success at West Point as at college, and when his class was graduated just at the outbreak of hostilities, he was commissioned Captain of Infantry, and was among the first to be sent overseas. That Capt. Joe’s ambitions to engage in the fight were14 THE IGXAT I AX realized will be admitted readily by all. But we will let him speak tor himself. The following letter is addressed to his brother, Thomas Whitfield Sullivan, a member of the St. Ignatius I nit, S. A. f. C. Another member of the Sullivan clan, James McG., belonged to the famous Base Hospital Xo. 47, so highly praised by the Surgeon-General lor efficient service: Sars, my noble brother: Yesterday Marshal Foch, Admiral Weymss, General Pershing and myself called the war off and so there isn’t any more guerre. So when the Boche delegation had departed. I said to Marshal Foch: “Where to, Marshal, old top. now that the war is fini, I am out of an occupation. Have you an opening for a bright young man?” And the Marshal, clever old man that he is. replied: “Why, yes, Sully, I have one, but close it behind you when you go through the door.” And so to-day, Sars-field. I find myself a member of the Army of Occupation, which the Allies are going to maintain in Prussia. I do not know whether to be glad or sorry that 1 was not on the front when the end came. I could not be there on account of my wound. If I had been there, the last shell of the last gun would have riddled me, I am sure. I’m sorry, for there must have been a wild celebration. The fighting where I was. was particularly hard. You know where the First American Army was operating Well, Sars, they threw the picked Prussian Guard divisions against us, they pounded us with artillery and machine-gun barrages till the very air seemed to be so filled with flying lead that there was not room for more. And they showered us with gas, so that our breathing apparatus became null and void. When my battalion went to the attack, we were war-strength. We had a Major and four Captains. I was Captain of “I” Co., and I was right support company of the battalion. The Boche barrage broke over us for eight hours before theCAPT. JOSEPH P. SULUPAX. U.S.A. 15 % time for attack was set. But my men were dug in. which means that they were in holes in the ground perpendicular to the axis of hostile fire. All through the night the hell continued. The Austrian 88’s (whiz-bangs, we call them), just cleared the slope and broke on the reverse side where we were. Frequently I would receive a clod of dirt in the face, which some Boche shell had sent living. Then when the hour of attack came, the battalion rose out of the hole and went for the Boche. Such a dav and such a night! Captain Sackett, a classmate, led the left support company of the regiment. As we rose, an increase in the Boche barrage was apparent, and Sackett dropped with twenty machine-gun bullets through him. My officers were wonderful. My men—too much cannot be said for them. Of course contact and control were difficult. and as we jumped from crater to crater we could preserve no formation. The ground was a succession of slopes, and over each one the Boche had complete mastery. The Boche had direct fire on us with artillery, and it was deadly. He enfiladed us from the flanks and from the left rear as we progressed, and when we reached our objective the battalion was reduced to 200 men under the command of a 1st Lieutenant. The Major was wounded. 1 was wounded, Capt. Ed. Leonard, Class of 1917, “K” Co. was dead, Capt. Mudge. “L” Co., and Capt. W ilhelm, “M’’ Co.; were wounded, while Lieutenants were strewn over the battlefield. Well, it’s all over now but the shouting, and I’m sick of war, of its havoc, its ruin and destruction. I want beaucoup peace and quiet, and they are sending me into Germany to get it. Sars, it's a funny world. Be good to yourself and take good care of Mother. Ever your loving brother. In the accompanying picture, we see Capt. Joe making-friends with a young lady of the family. The simple nar- 16 THE IGXAT AX rative relates what may be called one of the really dramatic incidents of the war. Mother Dear: In October. 1918, at Romagne sous Montfaucon. an isolated “77" was picking off my men. We maneuvered and killed the Bosche gunner, and I took his name-tag. Last night I was billeted in this home, and Madam cleaned mv clothes. She came across the name-tag and said that it belonged to her son. She knew that he was dead, but she did not know that she was billeting under her roof the man who had killed her son. Mother, I had a strange feeling, but I had only done my duty. Affectionately, Joe.V. W. Hallinan J. L. Martinelli J. J. Lister M. I. Cronin G. J. Casey D. W. DalySoublp (UroHSpb ES, I agree with you.” remarked Michael O’Toole, for twenty years a member of the l nited States Secret Service, as he settled back into one of the luxurious morris chairs of the Fortieth Ave. Club, “men have put over some pretty big jobs lately, but when it comes to real clever work, work that requires brains as well as daring, you have to hand it to the female of the species.” “been tricked by some feminine opium smuggler?” queried Harry Rogers of the “Times.” always anxious to hear a good story. “Not exactly,” replied O’Toole, “but 1 have had occasion to admire the ability of a certain little woman, who, only a few weeks ago, made the entire ‘Service’ look foolish.” “bet’s have it.” chipped in Rogers. “Nothing would suit me better than to hear the story of your friend, the ‘female Sherlock. ” O'Toole extricated a fragrant Havana from his vest pocket, lit it, puffed silently for a few moments, and then began. “One morning, about two months ago, I dropped into headquarters to see if the chief had a case for me to work on. I had scarcely closed the outer door, when he grabbed me by the arm. and half dragged me into his private office. Having worked under him for five years. 1 immediately knew that there was something doing, for on only two or three occasions before had he shown such excitement. As soon as 1 was seated he began. “‘Sometime between twelve o’clock yesterday and eight to-day a set of plates for printing the Victory Liberty Loan Bonds was stolen.’ “‘What.’ 1 fairly shouted, ‘the bonds plates stolen? “ ‘Yes he replied, ‘and it means some job for us.DOUBLE CROSSED 10 So far we have no clues. The plates must be recovered before the drive starts in April.’ The chief emphasized the last sentence by bringing his hst down upon the desk with a resounding thud. “ -You have had twenty years of experience he continued, ‘and I am sure you know the game. T am going to allow you to work where you choose, and in your own way. W ire me every day, and if you run across a clue tip me off.’ I le turned his attention to some papers on his desk, and concluding from this that he had no more to say, I left. Outside, I sat down and reflected on what 1 had just learned. Think what it meant! With a set of the plates anyone could skip out of the l S.. run off bonds to his heart’s content, and flood the country with them. If it got into the papers that the plates were missing, the whole Victory Loan would he crabbed. This was certainly one of the biggest things that had been attempted in years, so big in fact, that I doubted if our men would be able to break it up. “During the next few days I learned from wires from headquarters that the entire country was being combed by the ’Service.’ Every port was being watched with hawk-like vigilance to prevent the plates being smuggled away on a foreign-bound vessel. From Maine to California, and from the Great Lakes to the Gulf, agents of the department were searching everywhere tor the prize. So far there was but one suspect, a young man who had been employed for but a few months in the engraving department at Washington. Circumstantial evidence seemed to weave a web around him. but his record was so satisfactory, and his family so highly esteemed in official circles, that nothing had been done beyond questioning him. After considering the case carefully. T decided that the plates were somewhere on the Atlantic roast. I knew that anyone who had enough brains to get away with them in the first place, would never be foolish enough to travel all over the country with them. And therefore, arguing from what my actions would be in a20 THE IGXATI.IX similar situation. I concluded that the fellow who had the plates was lying low around one of the numerous Atlantic ports, waiting for a chance to skip the country. “For about a week I covered the coast between Xew York and Boston. I discovered absolutely nothing that could be of any assistance in locating the thieves or their loot, and as far as I could learn, my fate had been shared by the other men of the ’Service.’ March was over half gone, the date set for the opening of the Victory Loan drive drawing near, and no clue to the recovery of the missing plates. “I spent the next week around Norfolk and Newport News, but without any satisfactory results. I was sitting in the lobby of the Monticello Hotel in the former city one evening, debating with myself what territory I should cover next, when I heard a bell-boy paging me. As he approached where I was seated. I called him over, and inquired what he wanted. “ ‘Lady wishes to see you. sir,' he said. ’The lady sitting on the other side of the lobby with roses on her hat.’ I glanced in the direction in which he pointed, and easily located the one with the rose-adorned hat. but after scrutinizing her closely for several seconds. I was unable to recall having met her before. Needless to say. I was not a little surprised at being visited, as I had thought my whereabouts were unknown. As I approached mv visitor. 1 could see that she was very young, not more than twenty-three or four, and that she was exceptionally good looking. After presenting myself, I drew a chair up beside her. and inquired what I could do for her. She glanced up at me with a rather queer expression upon her face and said: “‘Do you want to know where the Victory Bond plates are?’ For several seconds I stared at her half dazed, and then, partially recovering from the shock of such a greeting, and realizing that I had been indiscreet in displaying my surprise, T endeavored to compose myself.DOUBLE CROSSED 21 “‘Who are you?’ I asked, in as even a tone as I could command. ‘I don’t even know you.’ “‘Oh. that’s all right,’ she replied with a smile, seeming to enjoy my confusion. ‘I know you. I’ve heard the gang speak of you a number of times. You’re Michael J. O'Toole of the United States Secret Service, and you are searching for the stolen plates. You’d give $10,000 to find them, but I am going to tell you where you can get them for nothing As she finished, she leaned slightly forward, resting one hand on her hip, and supporting her dimpled chin with the other, and looked me straight in the eye. To he frank with you, I didn’t know what to do or say. Pile first thing I thought of was to ask her how she knew where the plates were, and I did. “ ‘That is really none of your business she replied, ‘but I don’t mind telling you. For the past two years I have been sort of paling with the gent who has them, lie got tired of me though, and ditched me when he found another he liked better. T’m squealing simply to get even. Get me?’ “I did and I didn’t. What 1 couldn’t understand was why she was offering to tell me without any reward where I could locate the plates, when she could secure a nice piece of change for this information. If it hadn’t been for the way she looked me straight in the eye and told her story, I would certainly have suspected that she was laying a trap for me. “ ‘Well I said at last, ‘tell me where the plates are.’ “‘Not so fast there, grandpa she broke in. Til give you the dope when, and only when, you have agreed to go after them in my way “ ‘And bv that you mean ?’ “ ‘That you must do the job yourself and take me along.’ “ ‘Say. how am 1 going to know that you are not trying to lead me into a net?’ I asked. She smiled. “‘You Hatter yourself. What difference would it make if you were put out of the way? There are fifty other THE JGXATIAX “Service men within ten miles of here. You would never he missed. She was ri.uht and I knew it. With fifty, possibly seventy-five other agents almost within calling distance, what good would it do to grab me? “‘Well, kid. I said, ’I’ll take a chance. What’s your game?’ 'Won mean you’ll keep what I tell you under your hat and follow im instructions?’ she queried. “ ‘Yes.’ I replied. ’’ its easy to pull it off. she began, her eyes brightening. ’At about l) o’clock at night he is usually alone. A hundred to one he’ll be lying on the couch opposite the door. All you have to do is to knock like this to get in.’ She tapped twice on the arm of her chair, paused, and then tapped twice again. ‘That’s the signal,’ she said. ‘When he hears that he’ll press a button that releases Unlock on the door. Then you can fling it open and cover him with your gun. That’s what I call :»implc.’ “‘But how about the plates?’ “‘Oh yes. the plates,’ she continued. ‘When you get inside of the room you’ll see a panel in the wall over the couch. By running your hand over it you will find a button. Press it. and the panel will spring open. Right inside, on a little shelf, are the plates.’ “‘And where will you be while I am doing all this?’ 1 asked. “‘Outside she replied. ‘Don’t worry about me. I’U be on the spot when you bring him out.’ “’But where is the lvmse?’ 1 questioned, determined to find out as much as possible. “‘I’ll show vou when you do the job she answered. ‘If I told you now you might be tempted to raid it without me. Will you be ready at 8:30 to-morrow night?' I hesitated for a moment: then thrusting my fears aside, said: “‘Yes, I’ll be ready. Where shall 1 meet you?’DOUBLE CROSSED 23 “‘Here,’ she replied. ‘Now don't wire anything about this to the chief. W ith these words she was off. “To say that she left me bewildered would be putting it mildly. Here was a mere girl that knew almost as much about me as i knew myself, and who was apparently well acquainted with the workings of the ‘Service.’ Her plan, however, appealed to my vanity, for if it worked I would be able to put over the biggest thing of my career. “Needless to say, I slept but little during the night. The next day I examined, cleaned, re-examined, and cleaned again and again my little Colt that had never failed me in an emergency. Several times 1 decided that to follow the instructions of this girl would be foolhardy, and several times I concluded that I would meet her and tell her that I would not go. but nevertheless 8:30 found me in the lobby, anxiously awaiting her arrival, and more than eager for the adventure. She was on time, and as she approached me her eyes seemed bright with expectation. “‘You have not changed your mind?’ she queried as I spoke to her. “ ‘No,’ I answered. ‘When I say I’ll do a thing you can generally rely on me.’ “ ‘Well, let’s be on our way. she continued. ‘The coast is clear, so we had better finish up the job in a hurry.’ I followed her out into the street, where we boarded a car. W hen we were seated she gave me a few final instructions. “‘And don’t forget the signal,’ she concluded. ‘Knock twice, pause, and then twice again. You’ll find the door at the end of the hallway. I’ll be waiting outside. Think you can make it?’ 1 assured her that I could, and then, discovering that we were at the end of our journey, she signaled the conductor to stop the car, and we alighted. The district was not familiar to me. but appeared fairly respectable. She led the way for about half a block, and24 run icsatiax then halted in the shadow of a spreading shade tree. Pointing at a two-story building across the street, she said o 0 o in a low voice: “ ‘That’s the place. The front door is always open. Go right down the hall to the end. and there you will find a door. Do you remember the signal? “ ‘Yes,’ I replied, ‘two taps, a pause, and then two taps. W ithout further words I left her, crossed the street, and mounted the steps. I turned the knob, swung the door noiselessly open, and with a last glance at my young friend, slipped quietly into the half-lighted hallway. Peering down at the further end, I could discern a door. With my right hand 1 held my Colt in readiness in my coat pocket, and having waited a few seconds to be sure that no one was moving about, I tip-toed down the hall. Finally. after moments of great suspense that seemed like hours, I arrived in front of the door. Within, I could hear two men conversing in an undertone. Summoning up all my courage, I rapped twice, paused, and repeated the two raps. The occupants of the room ceased talking, and I heard a click to my right, which I interpreted as the sound of the spring releasing the door. 1 was just reaching for the knob, when suddenly I felt two powerful hands seize the wrist of my right hand in which 1 still clutched the Colt. Swinging around, 1 attempted to strike my assailant with my left, as my right was rendered powerless by the vice-like grip he had or. it. l»ut as I drew it back, I was pounced upon from the other side, and borne to the floor. 1 struggled, squirmed, kicked, and clawed, but to no avail. I was bound hand and foot, my pistol was taken from me, and finally 1 found myself dragged into the room in which 1 had been told the plates were hidden. When I had recovered sufficiently from the beating to percive my surroundings. I discovered that I was roped to the chair in which I was sitting, with three men standing in front of me. Two of them had never seen before to my knowledge, but the third, Sandy McGregor, was well known to me.DOUBLE CROSSED 25 ■ having put in six years at Sing Sing for counterfeiting. As I glared at him, lie came closer to me with a sickly • smile on his face. “ ‘So you’re the guy that gets $10,000 a year for being 9 a sharper.’ I le laughed sarcastically. ‘Well, we put one over on you this time—thanks to the girl. She's not all ivory upstairs, is she?’ “ hat a shock the mentioning of the girl gave me. So I had been tricked, caught in a trap by a girl less than half my own age. The very thought of it maddened me. McGregor interrupted my reflections by starting to search my pockets. One by one, everything that F had in niv possession was carefully examined by him. Finally he gave a low whistle. “ ‘This might come in handy.’ he said. (dancing at what he referred to. I discovered that it was a pass card given to those who have been in the ‘Service’ a number of years. It will take the bearer anywhere, without any questions being asked. Immediately I realized what it meant to have it in McGregor’s possession. With it he could take the plates aboard any steamer without fear of having his baggage inspected. My misery was now complete. What would headquarters think of me when it came out that the plates were taken out of the country through my negligence? Putting the card into his pocket, McGregor held a hasty consultation with his companions in one corner of the room Then, gathering up a few things in a bag, he left hurriedly. “‘How long are you going to keep me here?’ 1 enquired of one of my captors. “ ‘Oh about two or three weeks,’ he answered with a sneer. “I was convinced that McGregor would use the pass to get out of the country. What would I say when I got free. 1 wondered. How could I ever reinstate myself? I would « be disgraced for life. The words of the chief came back to me, ‘I am sure you know the game!’ “Thus I sat, silently upbraiding myself for being such26 THE IGX ATI AX a fool, as the hours slowly passed by. But suddenly there came the sound of footsteps in the hallway. The two men, who had been left to watch me, sprang up and peeked through a crack in the door. Then, without paying any attention to me, they ran to one corner of the room, pulled up a trap door in the floor, and disappeared through the opening. A moment later came loud knocks on the door. “ ‘It’s locked 1 shouted. ‘You’ll have to break it down They followed my instructions, and within a few minutes a captain of police and four burly officers were in the room, looseivng the ropes that held me a prisoner.” O’Toole paused a second to dispose of the remains of the Havana, which by this time had burned down and gone out. “I’ll say she was some kid,” commented Rogers. “Did you ever see her again?” “Yes," continued O’Toole, ‘that night. In fact twenty minutes after I was freed I arrived at the Central Police Station, and found her there waiting for me.” “Waiting for you’"” evclaimcd Rogers. “Yes, waiting for me. And she had McGregor too. You see, she was the—well the fiancee of the young fellow in Washington who was suspected of the theft. She was working to clear him. She got a tip somehow or other as to who had the plates, but couldn’t locate them. Then she thought of using me. She figured it out that if she could get them to move they would take the plates with them. W ell she went to McGregor and pretended to be a friend. She told him that the ‘Service’ was wise to him, and he believed her. She told him that I was coming there at a certain time to nab him. and suggested that he grab me. and use my pass to skip the country. You know how I fell in with her scheme. But the best part of it was that as soon as McGregor got mv pass, he made a wild dash for the plates, intending to get out of the country. She followed with a plain clothes man, and nabbed him with the goods. Some girl, eh?” “You said something.” agreed Rogers. '. Harrell Dalv.M. F. Welch W. W. Jacka C. W. Haswell J. J. McEnteepratr Fifty and two of a pirate crew, we had scoured the southern main; Fifty and two whose pennon flew wherever the breath of a trade wind blew. Whose sinister craft the galleons knew and the frigates chased in vain. And every shore our pathway turned. And every road we crost Could point our track in hamlets burned And stately vessels lost. We showed our mast to the cringing craft, a mile from Port of Spain ur guns made Portsmouth's turrets rock A frigate shrank from our battle shock When we fought through the line at Poston Dock And were oft to the seas again. nd from every raid a trip we made to the port of Sant Marie: The only spot where the pirate paid for wine or food or hostel shade. Where, rousing. pla ed the roving blade that had scourged the stretching sea Under their fortress guns we rode. Unharmed, though they knew our trade And the booty our courage won, they stowed In the coffers our hearts had made: Gaih we spent to the last red cent, our bounty full and free. Smiling, they won our blood-bought jack, Safe from the fear of storm and sack. That the stranger knew: and paid us back From the measure of treachery.THE PIRATIi 29 Careless grown, from a safety known through many a drunken night, We stretched one eve in a spot alone where the swelling waves of the ocean shone And sang to sleep with its cadent moan and the tropic moon alight Then past the guns of the harbor stole A I British frigate with bristling tiers. That had bought with the price of a Judas' soul. The silence that lulled our fears. They muffled the beat of their marching feet where our beacon smouldered bright— Till I roused to see their muskets shine Around our camp in a deadly line And I read the doom of those lads of mine. W ith never a chance to fight. My pistol rang and up we sprang, our naked weapons drawn. And into our midst the hot lead sang as broke the Hash of their volleys clang To sting, like the hidden serpent's fang, and palsy the sailors’ brawn; I saw my brother's ghastly face Go down in a swath of falling men, The bullet’s path like a crimson trace From forehead to riven chin. nd the scattered few of our fifty-two on the blades of the soldiers gone. Save one round dozen that fought their way Down to the rim of the saving bay: That clambered aboard and sailed away. Into the good red dawn. hie round dozen that bared their blades, when frigate and fort were past; ()ne round dozen that bared their blades, and swore, by Whoever would be our aids.M) run .lx That Sant Marie, its men and maids, should taste of our wrath at last. There was a mansion upon the hill. W hose silence we never had broke, A village of lying spies to kill, A host for our fire and smoke. Aye, we swore that day they would pay and pay. however the fates should cast; Their blood should wash the stain away. From the mansion hill to the reeking bay Or all that stood on our deck that day W ould swing from a frigate mast. We schemed and planned and gathered a band, a stanch two hundred strong. Tron of heart and steel of hand, the hawks of whatever warrior land, Till the barque of the corsair at last was manned to avenge the corsair’s wrong. Into the fortressed gate we ran. But their guns roared long and true And crumpled the swarthy rover man As their iron missies flew. Out of the bay we dragged our way. crippled we limped along: Stern wards, red ran the reeling tide W here the scuppers dripped from our sundered side Till, distant, the fire of the foeman died. Like a red triumphant song. T ong months more, while safe ashore, we built our shattered crew, And wakened again our cannon’s roar, the beacons on many a far-off shore, Writing again the pirate lore, the merchant’s cruisers knew. Then they fitted a frigate at Sant Marie, Four long rows of cannon mouth.THE PIRATE 31 Files of soldiers and men of the sea. They followed our pathway south; They picked our track in ships burnt black, wherever our standard flew And we laughed and sang as we sought our lair For the trap was set and ready there And the line fleets ran from the black corsair, As we cleft the ocean blue. We fled to the cove whence the pirates rove, anchored and sped ashore; And crouched in the grove of the treasure trove, till into the bay the frigate hove Then inland, silently, swift, to move, while their long boats bend the oar. Seven miles we draw a track, Twice a hundred marching wide Into the hills: then double back And crouch in a canyon’s side. Their musket sheen is in between; they’re man to man or more; There’s a cautious stir in the ambuscade, The flash and roar of a fusillade, A slither of pikes on cutlass blade And the soldiers are no more. We strip the dead from heel to head and don their trappings gay; Right well we wed their coats of red; their hats tilt well on the pirate’s head; We let them lie in their grassy bed, and turn to the shore away. Cheering and shouting we reach the sound ; The frigate greets us with rocket showers, For we’ve draped the pirates’ kerchiefs round The heads on the pikes that were meant for ours. And they’d never a hint why our heads were bent when under their lee we lay,THU I (i X AT I AS U Till strange, fierce faces above them laughed, And my foot was into the battle craft And my hanger plunged to the reeking haft In a breast that barred the way. They wake to the crash and the cutlass clash and the pikehead’s reddening shaft A bloody minute their weapons flash as into the dumbstruck ranks we dash And clear our way in a gory slash to the foot of the frigate’s mast. Reels the struggle as to and fro The fighting, swearing sailors sway. And dying, answer, blow for blow. The corsairs’ cutlass play. Till the last go: better they know, to fight to the vengeful last, Than to feel the plank with your burden spring and see the sharks in a raven ring. Or wait in a sullen line, to swing From the sprit of a pirate craft. And now. can’st see? 'Pis Saint Marie that widens on our sight: The Union Jack is flying free above our mast in victor} :— The Jolly Roger dips the sea where the sternward spume is white— The crowds along the shoreline cheer The corses tiiat the yardarms bear Our red coats crowd, the bulwarks near. To greet the cannon’s blare. Were past the fort! We’re in the port! Our naked blades are bright: Xow, Sea-dogs, drink your sword-length’s fill Show them the corsairs’ lust to kill— The mansion beckons from the hill— Lord! It shall be a night! 1'incait William Hall bunt.Uirliarli QL (|j)umt, A. SL 12 Richard C. Queen, ’12, enlisted in the Signal Corps in July, 1917, at San Diego, Cai., and was sent to Fort McDowell, and from there to Fort Lea v e n w o r t h. K a s. Me proceeded overseas, as acting First Sergeant of Company C. First Field 1 battalion of the Signal Corps, on December 23. 1917, having had granted his request to go to Europe with his unit, in preference to attending the ()fficers’ Training Camp at Plattsburg, X. V. The unit landed in England, and was for a time stationed near Winchester, where they had an opportunity of visiting the famous Cathedral. one of the noblest monuments of MRA,ScThEaRrdS£NqAuLeeEnLEaCTbR!C'VT Catholic architecture in Twice Recipient of "Croix de Guerre.” world. In a few days, however, the Field Battalion was ordered to France, and Dick soon had his thirst for action satisfied 34 run ignatias as a Sergeant First Class of the Signal Corps, with the formidable Second Division. This division took more than 25 per cent, of all the prisoners captured by the American Fxpeditionary Forces, and sustained 10 per cent, of the total casualties. In May, 1918, he described the front in the following manner: “Although the front is, to use the words of a ‘Stars and Stripes’ poet, a ‘blasted hell,' the shattered trees arc trying to bloom. W ild violets, dandelions, and all sorts of summer beauties pop up over night, in shell holes which are not gassed. Kvery dead soldier pushes up verdure and bloom. It is pitiful to see the sweet apple blossoms still greeting the spring as they did in years before the war. when the villager’s home was unruined by shot and shell.” On June 24, 1918, he was disabled by the infamous German weapon of gas. an incident which he narrated in a very nonchalant way in writing to his mother: “When I used to order Vichy Celestins for you, I did not suspect that I would myself soon be there at the springs. Etab-lissement Vichy d'Etat. But here 1 am putting up at the Carlton, now converted into magnificent Base Hospital Xo. 1, Bellevue Unit. We are extremely well treated. My trouble was occasioned about a week ago, during a severe bombardment of our lines. Mustard (dichlorethylsulphide, for benefit of my chemist Uncles) and other gases, encountered for hours in the shelled region even after the shooting had subsided, have caused a slight, but persistent, irritation of my eyes, skin, throat and lungs. My section maintained excellent gas discipline and practice, but the peculiarly exposed and dangerous work of the Signal Corps in action, made it almost a certainty that harm would result in one form or other. So as a matter of precaution I sent my force away at noon, but remained myself till midnight. By that time the relieving section was ready to cut over in a more tenable position, which was high time, as I had been maintaining our liaisons by feeling along the field wires and instruments, being unable to open my eyes the last two hours. I am a pretty tough ‘hombre’ though, so by the time the hospital train which bore us from the evacuation and mobile hospitals had reached Paris. I was able to peek out of the window and witness the anti-aircraft barrage of great intensity which we ran into.RICHARD C QUEEW ’12 35 “You ought to see that train. This was its initial trip. Sixteen cars, and valued at in the neighborhood of halt a million dollars. Vichy is an excellent place, only, like most of France, too park-like. “Our redoubtable Major told General Pershing that the First Field Battalion is the toughest bunch in the Army. We were with the division which helped to save Paris. These men will ever cherish a tender feeling for Paris, which on that account they consider peculiarly theirs.” After somewhat over a month in this hospital Dick was sent to a replacement camp, where he met Will Fottrell. the first St. Ignatius man he had met in Europe, from whom he heard a lot of news from home. It was not learned until later that the gas had left more or less permanent injuries, and that Dick had been crushed under a falling tree in the same encounter. Although the disability board was inclined to classify him for service behind the lines, he succeeded in being returned to his unit, and later wrote that he was glad to be back at his military home, and "rearing to go.” Dick graphically depicted in a letter to'his mother of Dec. 22, 1918, the grand finale of the Second Division’s work in the actual conflict: “As you probably know I have been always with the famous Second Division (Regular) and since long before last Faster it has been just one hard battle after another for us. Of all the formidable troops which met the Germans, the Second Division was most hated and feared and combated by the Prussians and their allies. Not to mention other lesser affairs, there stand to our credit the battles won at Sommcdieu, Chateau-Thierry, Sois-sons. St. Miliiel. Champagne (Blanc-Mont Ridge), Forest of the Argonne and the Ardennes. Hallowe’en I lay in a trench a few hundred yards from the German lines before Fxermont on the borders of the Foret d’Argonne. Like a San Francisco earthquake roared and shook the overwhelming barrage which guns of all calibres from 75s to 355s lay upon the enemy in front of us. Xone can imagine what the dread barrage is in fact, but one who has fought under it. ‘‘The last great battle of the War had begun. Over the blasted trenches and entanglements poured the Second Di isi.m,THE IGXAT1AX 39 through Landres ct St. George, Landreville, Bayonville, Fosse, Beaumont, till the river Meuse was reached. Our losses were not so great by any count as in the terrible affair which hurled the Prussians from Blanc-Mont Ridge. The night before the armistice was signed I attempted to put the 1st Battalion (Inf.) in telephonic communication with the 23rd Regimental P. C. This battalion held the near bank of the Meuse while the enemy held forth in the other half of the town across the river. Up would shoot their blinding flares, and into any group sighted would pour the lire of the machine gun and rifle snipers and the direct fire of a few malicious 77s. It was impossible to maintain the line but we tried our best. The engineers early in the morning threw a pontoon over, and the cessation of hostil- ities found the Division holding the bridge-head in the teeth of the Germans. It was a close call at such a late hour of the cataclysmic struggle, but I survived. “We have since marched in the wake of the retreating German armies, through Stenay and Montmedy to the southern corner of Belgium. Stenay was a great French military depot held by the enemy since 1914. Montmedy possesses an ancient and massive citadel, from whose precipitous bluffs the Germans surveyed France and Belgium for many kilometers around. In Belgium we billeted at Virton and Arlon. Belgium and Luxem- bourg must have been before the war, indeed, the model nations of the world. “At this writing we are situated in a most charming rocky vale guarded at one entrance by a ruined castle. Our billet is in the school-room of a convent at Medernach. I rather regret that our division passed at a distance from the magnificent city of Luxembourg. The borders of the Prussian Rhine-Iand are but a dozen miles way, and it is only a matter of a few days till the rear guards of the heavy German columns have cleared sufficiently to permit us to resume the march or entrain for the Rhine. It is probable that our garrison centre will be at Coblenz.” In February. 1919. Dick had the agreeable surprise of saluting Capt. "Joe” Sullivan, of whom every St. Ignatius man is proud, on the streets of Xeuwied am Rhein. He had been playing on the Second Division football team, and was in command of a battery of the 15th Field Artillery. On December 30. 1918, the 23rd Infantry, including attached units, such as the machine gun battalion and SignalRICHARD C. QVEEW A.B.. 12 37 Corps, paraded at Yallendar, near Coblenz, upon the old maneuver field towering in slopes above the Rhine and Moselle rivers. Major-General John A. Lejeune, commander of the Second Division: Prince Albert of England; and a French General representing General Retain, Commander of the Armies of the North and Northeast, reviewed. The French General brought for Dick Queen, an order of the Army of Retain, carrying with it the coveted “Croix dc Guerre with Palm ’—for “bravery and absolute disregard of danger" before Chateau-Thierrv. June 23-24. 1018. . On the 27th of January, Major-General Lejeune pinned another Croix dc Guerre on him. this time with the “gold star," for conduct during the harrowing days of October 3-9, 1918, in Champagne, battle of Blanc-Mont Ridge, which Dick describes, as “a very interesting period, when 1 would have considered an offer of $2000 cash for my insurance bad business ' Dick, promoted to the grade of Master Signal Electrician, is now in Paris, studying at the famous University of the Sorbonne. where he was sent by the Government to represent his Field Battalion. At the Sorbonne he is pursuing an intensive course in Commerce and Science, and studying French at the same time at PAlliance Francaise. 'I came to Paris,” he writes, “via the famous cities of Coblenz and Treves in Germany. Metz in Alsace-Lorraine, Nancy and Chateau-Thierrv in France. Under the moonlight the battle fields, where so many of my comrades are sleeping, look so peaceful now. God grant the world will not soon see again a like nightmare to the war!” Haunt of Ifrupe Frail as a golden flower. Thy spirit, sweet with fragrant love. Js wafted to its happy bower. In realms above.MR. JOS. W. BERETTA. A. B.. LL. D.. ’ ilmnrtam MR. AUSTIN T. HOWARD, S. J. W hen God called unto Himself Mr. Austin T. Howard. S. J., ex-’10, both Faculty and Student-1 tody of St. Ignatius University mourned one, who by his sterling qualities had endeared himself to all. As Instructor in Second Year of High School, as Director of the St. John Iterchman’s Sanctuary Society, as Head of the Red Cross work in the High School, he was an untiring worker, and animated all his co-laborers to like zeal and enthusiasm. The secret of his success was a genuine earnestness and a spirit of self-sacrifice. Mr. Howard died, a victim of Influenza, Oct. 27. 1018. Having prepared himself by a devout life during many years, he passed away peacefully, offering his life to God that lie might spare other members of the Society of Jesus. To his parents, his sisters and his brother, Mr. Joseph Howard, S. J.. ex-T6, Thf. Icjxatian, on behalf of the Student-Body of the University, offers heartfelt sympathy. PROFESSOR JOSEPH W. BERETTA, LL. D. Through the recent death of Mr. Joseph W. Beretta. A. B., LL. I)., ’lb. the Law College has lost one of its most capable and devoted Faculty members. Possessing the ability to instruct in an unusual degree and a sincere interest in all who came under his supervision. Mr. Ileretta. in the years during which he taught at Saint Ignatius has earned the love and respect of all who knew him. His untimely death is mourned alike by those whom he instructed and his brother Faculty members—a sorrow alleviated only by the appreciation of the model Catholic life he led. On behalf of those who knew him so well, The offers to his bereaved wife, its sincerest sympathy and condolence.0ub Urapm Over the vale the low mist hangs, Enshrouding the foothills in gray, It wraps at once in sombre embrace Mansion and cot, lowland and bay Higher the evening shadows fall. And play amid the canyon’s gloom; Rich purple heather clothes the hills. And the summits glow with scarlet bloom. Rehind the rugged crest, bright fires Of crimson light the evening sky; Tis like the blaze in a mountain-glade W hen Zephyr tosses the flame on high. The setting sun with a Midas touch. From blue turns all to burnished gold : He paves the heavens with brilliant light. And decks the west with wealth untold. George Devine.ehat (Unllrge lEfouration of DHttto Ol’ can blame it on leather Woods. 11c failed to ask waivers on me, way back in 1903 when a proud parent led me into one of the little “offices’ of St. Ignatius College, through the “family entrance” ________________on Grove Street. Father Woods suspected that 1 knew how to spell “cat.” And I did. “C-a-t,” just like that. So I got in, and was sent to “Pop” Woods' class for a tryout. “Pop” Woods was one of the few teachers who had been around the old college since Franklin Street was a cowpath. He was the official trv-out professor of the prep school, lie took one look at a dozen or two of us promising young men, gazing out over his over-generous allowance of beard, and the next morning we were farmed out to another league, presided over by Mr. McCann. He didn’t care a great deal for any of us. and we stayed in his class for ten months only—some of us. that is. Others stayed in his class until they were able to shave themselves. Then they became prosperous business men, and had to come up in later years for page ads in The Icxatiax, while a flock of us poor, unsuspecting youths who could take a Latin adjective and wring its neck until it said “uncle.” were busy wearing out a lot of shoe leather in the chase for said ad. Then came the earthquake and shook us out of old St. Ignatius. Father Ford had a splendid chance to hang out the ”S. R. O.” sign when the proud parent once again led me to the front door at the present site of the University, and announced that I knew too much for one family, and it was better that I be turned loose where I could impart some of my knowledge to the world at large. How Pete and Murph got in I’ll never know. T guess.42 THU IGWIT 1 AX There isn't much use in mentioning a glorious high school career, because there wasn’t really much doing after 1st year, when Father Werner collected a lot of us into a ball club, called it the “Juniors ’ told us it was either “beat Santa Clara or do the homework." The record book shows that we spent our evenings at something besides the conjugation of the verb “moneo.” A lot of us decided that four years of high school were sufficient educational achievements to enable us to run the United States like old Christopher Columbus originally wanted it run. I can't remember, now, just who it was we mentioned this to. (If this composition is to be read in class. Mr. Lennon, please read that last phrase “to whom we mentioned it ’ What's grammar among friends?) I think it was Father Sullivan. “Oh. my.” he said, “just wait until you study Virgil, lie's wonderful.” HE WAS! Hut for the peace of mind of Mrs. Virgil, it’s a good thing her hubby wasn’t around when James Edward Murphy, Peter Tustinius McHugh, and Warren W. Brown attempted to put one of his eclogues in the right field bleachers for a home run. Honestly, folks, it was terrible. We mentioned it to Father Ford. “Why,” we asked, “is all this Latin?” “Ah.” he smiled—1 can’t remember Father Ford ever doing anything but smile, though now that I look back. 1 wonder, oftentimes, why he didn’t laugh out loud. “It trains your mind.” I know now that he was giving us the benefit of the doubt, and pre-supposing a lot when he said that. “And besides,” he continued, “you should wait until your Sophomore Year, and Horace.” I'm still wondering which Horace he meant. There was Horace E. Chambers, for instance. He managed the “first” team, and I always did look forward to the day I might “try out” for that. But I imagine that Father FordTHAT COLLEGE EDUCATIOX OE MIXE 43 referred to Horace the poet. Somehow we never did get to know Horace very well. Many a time Murph came up in the pinch for the monthly “specimen," and couldn’t even get a draw after four rounds of boxing with one of Horace’s odes. And as for Pete, well, he never did consider Horace as in the same class with Robert Service, especially after he found out that by reciting “The Shooting ot Dan McGrow" he could beat his way into a good many parlors, and quite a few ham sandwiches and chunks of cake. I’ll say this for Pete, though: he positively refused to speak “Gunga Din," either with or without gestures, or meals. Then we cornered Father Ford in the hallway one afternoon and told him what we thought of Horace and all his works. “Well, never mind," he soothed. “Just you wait until you get into your first year of philosophy. It’s wonderful.” TT WAS! Father Foote contracted to lead us through the mysteries of Junior Philosophy. Father Kavanaugh helped out when the going became loo rough. His brand of torture was labeled History of Philosophy and Political Economy. And all the time those nations over in Europe were getting all smoked up, and ready to fly at each other’s throats, and so thoroughly mess up the treaties and Monroe Doctrines and Rules of Six, Seventy Six, and Sixty One that all the political economies in creation couldn’t stop the thing. Put anyhow we studied it, or Father Kavanaugh thought we did, which was the same thing. And one day Father Ford stopped us in the corridor. “How is it now?" he asked. “Worse than ever." we answered. “It’s got so we don’t ever have time to play ball any more." “There now," he said. “Wait until you get into Rather Mahony’s Moral Philosophy class. Then you’ll realize what a great thing it is to be in college.”44 THE IGXAT AX We waited. W e’ll never forget Father Mahony. lie told us some jokes that we had never heard before, and when we sprung them on an alumnus as original, he remarked he’d never have thought we were that old. In between the jokes we had our tablespoonful of Moral Philosophy, twice daily. And believe me, reader, we took it well before we shook it. Then came that glorious period of the faculty “exams,” when we went before that grave looking examining board with our hat in one hand, and a ‘‘help wanted” column out of the paper in the other. There was a small matter of ten minutes of philosophy, or maybe it was ten years. Somebody stated a thesis, and while it was rather presumptuous of us to challenge our superiors, we had to do it. These faculty exams are terrible. You’re required to argue a philosophical treatise; you look to the chemistry prof, for a kindly smile, or a look of encouragement—and Father (Toulon had both, and to spare—but you found him looking abstractedly out of the window, wondering if that young hardhead would get through with the business of trying for the privilege of paying ten dollars for a degree. And it was over as suddenly as it began. Someone shook hands with me, and I charged madly down the stairs. And there was Father Ford, waiting at the door, smiling—a 1 wavs smi 1 ing. “W ell, it’s over at last, isn't it?” he asked. And Pete and Murph and I thought of the days with Virgil, and the hopeful word to wait until we met Horace: and the nights of Horace, and the optimistic suggestion that we wait until we had Junior Philosophy: and the long hours of Junior Philosophy, and the soft spoken hint to wait for Moral Philosophy. W e had reached our goal at last. W e had the college education. Xever again could Father Ford approach and say—but listen---- “W ait until you go to work.” he said. AND W F. DID! ] irrc)i If. BroK'tt, A. B.% 15.An Mattft SUnttmtrr IJOIT thirty miles off the Chilean coast lies the island of Chilorna. It is one of those islands which are often found along a mountainous coast: having, in all probability, been thrown up in the course of some ancient seismic disturbance. The entire island cannot be more than fifty miles long by, perhaps, twenty-five wide. Almost in the exact center and dominating the rest of the island, rises the volcano of Calboca. The volcano is still active, going into eruption at uncertain intervals. W hen in eruption, it of course emits vast quantities of lava and ashes. Hence the island, excepting for a narrow strip around the beach, is covered with lava, a vast floor of stone. I hit this narrow strip is exceedingly fertile, and for this reason, it has. for many years, been devoted to coffee plantations. The largest of these are owned by Jose Caravejo and Don Miguel Rodriguez, who own adjoining plantations. The houses of these two are both set close to their boundary lines, and from this propinquity they have become intimate friends. There is a broad shell road running around the island, which is the principal highway to the seaport of Castrano: a small town given over entirely to the shipment of the coffee grown upon the island. Down this road one sunny morning in early March came a boy and girl, superbly mounted and riding with the ease that comes only to those who have ridden from childhood. The girl is Maria Rodriguez, the daughter of Don Miguel, and a slim little elf who seems to be always laughing. Perhaps this effect is given by a pair of dancing black eyes, and a mouth with the slightest bit of a droop at the corners, which imparts to it a slightly whimsical expression. The boy. Jose Caravejo, and the fiance of Maria Rodriguez, is-THU IGX.ITI.IX 4 tall and straight with black hair and eyes, slightly aquiline nose and a chin which is the outward manifestation of a determined will. This morning they are returning from a visit to the sick, in the homes of the peons who work the estate of Don Miguel. Jose, speaking with the lover’s tender solicitude, says: “You must be careful. Maria, else in your kindness to these people von will work injury to your own health.” “Xo fear, ’ replies Maria, smiling up at him, “I am young and strong, and a little work will not hurt me. Besides if I do not. who will care for them?” “That is true also.” said Jose, yielding to this superior logic, “someone must help those who cannot help themselves.” They cantered on in silence for a time, content just to be near one another, enjoying that mystic companionship of spirit that is granted only to those who truly love. Then as they were turning from the main road into the graveled path that led to Don Miguel’s home, Maria broke silence with. “It is said that the volcano Calboca is preparing to go into eruption.” “T also have heard their talk,” said Jose, "but I do not believe it.” “But Jose, old Manuel told me that the lava was bubbling but twenty feet below the crater’s rim. and that ashes and bits of rock have been falling for a week!” Maria could not so easily dismiss the subject; but Jose, making light of the matter for her peace of mind, answered: “That mav indeed be true, but what if it is? We have had eruptions before and no harm done. W'hv should we fear this?” “You are right as usual,” replied the girl, her fears dispelled. and once more her own smiling self. “But see. we are home, so soon. Can’t you come with me and remain for lunch?' A.V ISLAM) ROMAXCE 47 “Xo,“ and Jose sighed regretfully, for lunch with Maria was always a delightful affair. “I must hurry home a I have much work to do this afternoon. Hut I will come over again tonight.” And after a few parting words he cantered homeward. Maria had lunched alone with her father, the aged Don Miguel; and now having watched him start on his regular afternoon round of inspection, decided to spend the afternoon on the beach. So. taking her book, she repaired to a favorite nook in the rocks, to spend a cjuiet afternoon as she had spent many before, reading awhile and then gazing, chin in hand, over the sunlit waters, thinking—who knows? What does a young girl who is very much in love think about? You don’t know. Well, neither more do I, but that is of what Maria was thinking. Just as the sun dipped below the horizon, she rose and wandered slowly back to the house, and greeting her father, went on to her room, to change before dinner was announced. Dinner over, Maria hurried to her room to add a few finishing touches before Jose should arrive. This ceremony over, she started back downstairs. Just as she turned towards the door there was a mighty crash and roar from without. Running to the window she saw that the whole of the surrounding country was visible in the light of the flames which were shooting skyward from the volcano. As she stood, fascinated by the terrible sight, there came another loud roar and a great mass of rock and flame was belched forth, shooting far up into the night. A moment later, with a ripping and rending of wood, several huge stones crashed through the house. Xow thoroughly terrified. Maria ran from the room, down the stairs, and, having picked her way through the wreckage strewn in the hall, at last won her way, panting, to the room in 'which she had left her father. She burst into the room and then stopped, staring trans- t48 THE ICX AT I AX fixed with horror at the sight before her. Lying on the floor, still clutching in one hand his paper, lay her father, dead. Maria walked slowly and with uncertain steps to his side, and sank to the floor beside him. It was then that the full meaning of this calamity struck her, and throwing herself across the lifeless body, she gave vent to her sorrow in those terrible sobs that are so pitiful to hear and that come from a grief that seems too great to be borne. Jose had spent a weary afternoon going over the reports submitted to him by the manager of his estates and now as the day was fading into evening, rose from his desk happy in the thought that he would soon be with "Maria. After a hurried toilette he descended to dinner, which he curtailed as much as his hunger would permit. Jose was just rising from the dinner table when he was startled by the crash which had so terrified -Maria. W ith an exclamation of surprise he jumped to the window. One glance was enough. Without waiting he dashed madly from the house and ran as quickly as he could down the path towards Don Miguel’s home and Maria. Coming out from behind the trees he was able to see where the rocks had gone through the roof of the house. Fear lent speed to his feet and lie fairly flew the remaining distance to the house. He burst through the door and then stopped, amazed at the wreckage before him. The hall was strewn with debris of every description, plaster, wood panels, pictures, statuary, all lay in confusion upon the floor. In the center and seeming to look with triumph at the ruin it had caused lay a huge stone. Hurriedly glancing into the drawing room. Jose, finding it empty, ran down the hall to the library. One look through the open door and his search was ended. A few quick strides carried him to her side. With a smothered cry of “Maria” he knelt beside her. “Maria, dearest, look at me." Maria raised her grief-stricken face to him. “O, lose,AX SLAM) ROM AX c H 49 what shall I do. my daddy”—and then a shrill cry, “He's J dead—dead. What shall I do without him?” lose was doing his best to stem the rising flood of grief when an ominous rumble from without warned him that they must seek safety, else both would perish. “Maria, we must go away from here to a safer place.” She turned her tear-blinded eyes to him. “Away? llut I can’t leave my daddy here. Where can we go?” Where should they go. The cellars. That was the safest place Jose could think of. “We will go down into the cellars. They are deep down and we need not fear the stones down there.” Jose rose. “Come. Maria, we must hurry.” She only clung the closer to her father. So, stooping, Jose lifted her into his arms and started for the cellars and safety. Crossing the hall as rapidly as his burden would permit. Jose passed down a long flight of narrow stone stairs and came at last into the deep stone vaulted cellars underneath the house. Here they were safe. Fven it the house above should collapse, nothing could harm them here, so far below the surface. Jose settled Maria on the lowest step of the stairs, and. striking a match, peered about him. ()n one side a long row of stone pillars supporting the roof stretched away into the darkness. ()n the other a blank stone wall. Lighting another match Jose explored further. A low mound caught his eye, and advancing closer, he saw that it was a pile of sacking and old rugs. Fine, thought Jose. Maria shall be comfortable at least. He returned to the stairs, and found Maria as he had left her slumped disconsolately against the wall. Feigning a lightness of spirit far from his real state, he says: “Come. Maria. I have found a place where you can rest and sleep until morning.” Maria rose obediently and suffered herself to be led to the pile of sacking, and sank down into this soft nest with a little sigh of relief. Jose settled himself beside her. saying, “You must try50 THU IGXATLIX and sleep now, so that you will be strong in the morning.” So Maria, wearied from the strain she had undergone, pillowed her head against his breast and was soon in dreamland. lose remained awake as long as he was able, but soon he too was asleep, lie awoke and glanced about him, puzzled for a moment as to where he was. Then, memory returning, he looked down at Maria, who lay at his side, still tossing about in restless slumber. Glancing at his watch, Jose saw that it lacked but a few minutes to six. So, rising quietly, in order not to disturb Maria, he made his way to the stairs and thence up into the house. Hardly had he reached the hallway when he was startled by a shout of, “Senor Jose, it is you! I thought you too were dead. The old Don. Senor, he is in there, dead.” and the faithful old servant pointed to the library. “But the little Maria, is she safe?” and old Manuel turned eager, if somewhat tearful eyes, to Jose. “Yes, Manuel, she is safe. She is resting now in the cellars, where she will be safe. W hen there is no more danger I shall bring her upstairs.” Manuel nodded and then replied, “It is safe now. There will be no more eruptions, for the whole top of the mountain is gone.” Jose glancing out the window saw that this was true. So, descending the stairs into the cellar, he awakened Maria, saying, “Come, dearest, it is safe for you to go upstairs again now.” Maria looked sleepily up at him. “Upstairs? W hy f—” and remembrance. “Oh. Jose, is it over?” “Yes, all over now. Maria. Come, we will go upstairs.” lie assisted her to rise and led the way up the dark-stairway to the hallway above, and across to the library. At the door he stopped, and Maria crossed the room to where her father lay. Jose waited at the door until she knelt in prayer, and then, crossing the room, he knelt beside her, and together they prayed for the soul that had gone.. A ISLAM) ROMASCE 51 A little later, at his suggestion, Maria accompanied Jose to his home; for he wished to get her away from the scene of her sorrow. Maria spent the rest of the day resting and preparing for the morrow, while Jose attended to the settling of Don Miguel’s affairs. The next day all the islanders, rich and poor, grandee and peon, gathered at the funeral of Don Miguel, for all who knew him loved him. He was laid to rest among the trees he had loved so well. As Maria and Jose walked homewards together, Jose told Maria his plans for the future, of his desire to improve his estates and of the fact that it would he necessary for him to go to the States to purchase new farming machinery, and ended with, “There is a boat sailing tomorrow, Maria. W ill you sail with me?” Maria looked up in startled surprise. T ut Jose, I can’t get ready in such a short time. 1 have no clothes for the trip." Jose laughed back at her, “Women, their first thought is of clothes. Take what you have, and buy others when we get there.” Maria finally consented to this and they continued on their way planning how they should spend their honeymoon. Jose was delighted at Maria’s ready acceptance of his plan, for he thought that a change of scene would help her to forget her loss. The next day. after a night spent in hurried packing, they were married. Followed by the welbvishings of their friends they boarded the steamer, and soon Chilorna was fading into the distance. The last to drop out of sight was the volcano of Calboca. It remained outlined against the horizon, and Jose remarked to Maria. “It is beautiful against the sky, isn’t it?” ‘“Yes,” replied Maria, “It is beautiful but it is terrible. I am glad to see the last of it." “And I also,” answered Jose. So they stood and watched until it sunk into the sea. When it had disappeared from view they went below. Here Maria, in the excitement of planning, forgot the island and its sorrows. A. Harold Sc huh.IGN ATI AN STAFF E. L. O'Meara F. P. Hughes C. R. Boden V. W. Hallinan M. I. Cronin J. A. Lennon, S. J. W. N. Thorpe G. J. Casey L. J. Davey E. I. Fitzpatrick J. J. Lister N, B. Maroevich W. T. Sweigert D. W. Daly 2tyf ignattan Published by the Students of St. Ignatius University. San Francisco, Calif. June, 1919. VINCENT W. HALLINAN, ’19 EDITOR-IN-CHIEF MELVIN 1. CRON 1X, T9 WILLIAM T. SWEIGERT. ’21 WILLIAM X. THORPE, ’20 Associate Editors Alumni..........................LAWRENCE J. DAVEY, ’20 Law..............................DARRELL W. DALY. T9 University Notes - - EDWARD I. FITZPATRICK. 21 University Athletics - GERARD J. CASEY. T9 High School Athletics - EUGENE L. O'MEARA. H. S., T9 NICHOLAS B. MAROEVICH, ’21 BUSINESS MANAGER FRANK A. HUGHES CHARLES R. BODEN, H. S.. T9 Assistant Business Managers JULIUS J. LISTER, T9 Circulation Manager “Sure! Well finish the Job!” This was the famous slogan of the Victory Loan. Everywhere throughout the city were seen the posters calling on THE all to give generously to Uncle Sam ST. IGNATIUS that he might speed the work of CONSERVATION rehabilitation, and put our beloved LEAGUE country back on the same formal footing as before the war. "Sure! We’ll finish the Job!” And everyone was out to "finish the Job” and finish it with dying colors. “Sure! We’ll finish the Job!” This is the cry also of those who have enrolled themselves as members of the “St. Ignatius’ Conservation League.” 'They have put their hands to the work, and are iorging ahead in the Great Drive for the payment of the debt of St. Ignatius Church.54 THE 1G ATIAX Indeed, some have said that they would not stop at the payment of the debt, blit would go on until the Fathers of St. Ignatius’ have a home beside the Church and the Students have College Buildings there to which they can point with pride. Now, we call upon everyone to get behind the work. In the words of the pamphlet published in the interests of the Conservation League: “If people only knew, it has often been said, the actual need of the Jesuits, they would willingly rush to their assistance. They know now. The lesuits are in dire need. Struggling under a heavy burden of debt, without a home, with total lack of accommodations for their students they are making this earnest appeal to their friends and the friends of St. Ignatius’ Church and College.” Beginning May 18. and extending over a period of two or three weeks, the actual campaign of soliciting donations and subscriptions will be conducted. Give, then, and give generously. And remember the words: “Sure! We’ll finish the Job!” We are back from trench and training-camp: the bristling bastion and rolling gun-deck: back to the life we loved and were so ready to lose: from the fields A VOTE FOR to which we marcehd with such ardor THE DEAD and devotion, animated bv the highest motives of humanity and generosity: offering our youth, our freedom, our very lives for the weal of the down-trodden and the oppressed. And now, with the red laurels of victory on our arms we demand the spoils of our success! For what have we fought and suffered? That a lagging league should seize the loot from one set of robbers to divide it among another? That the old wrongs should survive and that new oppressions should receive the warrant of official tolerance? That the enslaved people of the world continue in their chains and that new shackles be forged for free races?EDITORIAL 55 Six months now has the Peace Conference sat in session. Out of its camouflage of philanthropy there stand only the monuments of perfidy—the greed and avarice of the old nations pitted against the altruism of America. As helpless as though our eager weapons had never established the rights of small nationalities; as outraged as though Cromwell's sword dictated the Parliament, Ireland feels the grip of the usurper tighten upon her throat —Ireland, that for seven hundred years has striven for the freedom that should be hers, with monumental valor and tenacity. Dalmatia recoils from the tyrannous clutch of Italy, her master by the secret pacts of Allied diplomacy. Finnic is already Italian. Japan is awarded Shantung and 40.000,000 Chinese subjects; France reaches for the Saar valley to which she has no shadow nor pretense of claim; Poland covets Danzig. Hack there in Flanders Field and in the cold bosom of the North Sea; in the passes of the Italian Alps and the frozen steppes of Siberia, lie 50,000 of our comrades-in-arms. Was it for this they died? Was it for this that 250.000 more left limb and sight and strength in the shot-torn pits? Xo! W e insult their memories to ask the question. On their behalf and on our own we repudiate all the secret pacts of injustice and oppression: we demand the fulfillment of your promises to them, Captains of the W orld!, the fruits of their courage and their sacrifice. Stand by your guns, Mr. President! Scorn the demand of brigand nations: dispense the justice and mercy you have spoken so well! This is the time for action and vigilance: uphold the weak and oppressed; America is with you to a man ! Overlook not the crimes that are the ruin of Ireland and Dalmatia; beware the folly of forcing Russia too far! Have the New Allies forgotten Yalmv? Vincent W. HaUinan.A FEW OF THE “BOYS” V. I. Donnelly Ensign C. Wagner, U. S. N. Ensign S. F. Nolan. U. S. N. Lieut. T. P. Tissot Lieut. R. C. Tobin, U. S. N. Maj. E. J. O’Hara Ensign E. E. Carreras. U. S. N. Sgt.-Maj. M. J. Riordan Corp. D. V. Flynn•fjrit flatria Last year The Ic.xatjax bade “Godspeed to the boys as they went away to do battle in France; this year we mt m welcome them home with that same whole-hearted, truly Western greeting accorded “San Francisco’s own” Regiments, the 363rd Infantry and the 347th Field Artillery, in whose ranks were found so many heroic sons of Alma Mater. They had gone forth knowing full well what was expected of them: “Theirs not to reason why, theirs but to do and die,” and having fulfilled their duty, they have returned home. Hundreds were the representatives of St. Ignatius among the rank and file: unflinchingly they served their country, whether duty called them to service in this land, on the high seas or overseas. Many return with trophies of battle; not a few bear medals for heroism, many, too, wear the gold wound stripe. Ten noble fellows, whose names will be mentioned always with pride, and in whose honor heads will be bared, with dauntless courage have given their lives in the struggle: Cardanali, Frank S., Rase Hospital Xo. 50. died in active service at the front, a victim of disease contracted while attending the sick. Heaton, Harry, J., Engineers, was killed in action on September 29, 1918. Hickey, Joseph, Infantry, was killed in action during the last days of September, 1918. Kengla, Louis P., Infantry, died of wounds received in action, August, 1918. Ketler, William B., Artillery, was killed accidentally, when a gun carriage fell on him. Kramer, Frank A., Infantry, died of wounds received in action. Lasater, William H., Infantry, died of disease. San Francisco.58 THE 1C WIT AX McVey, Charles P., Signal Corps, was drowned at sea, a Tuscania victim. Ross, George W., Engineers, died of disease in camp in France, February 1, 1918. Schimetchek, Frederick, Infantry, was killed in action during September, 1918. To our veterans returned to civil life, we extend the hand of welcome, and wish them every success: for our honored dead, while we express our heartfelt sympathy to their dear relatives in their loss, we pray God to crown their heroic deaths with the undying laurels of eternal life. STARS IN OUR SERVICE FLAG. Abrahamson, Alfred J. Ahern. Raymond W. Ahern. Thomas P.. Captain Alden, Edward J. Anderson, Jepson I). Andrews, Frank T. Argenti. Tullio Attwood, Charles E. Austin. A1 Ayers. Lester S. Badaraco. Frank J. Bailly, Leo E. Bailly. Thomas E.. Major Baldwin, Gerald J. Ballard. Martin Barbieri. Reynolds I. Barnes, Ernest L.. Lieut. Barnett. Irving P. Barrett. Lawrence A. Barrett. Raymond A. Barron. William S. Barry. David A. Bassett, Jordan R. Bennesen. Harris A. Bennis, Paul Bering. Louis Berner, Harold J. Bernhard, John J. Bernhard. John L. Blake. William H. Blanchflower, Harold 1. Bolger. William F. Borello. Louis S. Born, Howard J. Boscpii, Eustace W.. Lieut. Boyle, Leo F. Boyle. Terence J. Boyle. William Breen, Thomas L. Brennan. William J. Breslin. Cyril Bricca. Tobias J. Broderick, George Brown. George B.. Lieut. Brown, Michael Brown. Raymond Brown, Vincent S.. Ensign Brown, Warren W. Buckholtz. William S.PRO PATRIA 59 ■4 ♦ I luck ley. Francis I , Captain 11ucklev, Martin J. Buckley, Thomas A. Buckley, Walter P. Ilulotti. George E. llurford, E. Alvin Burke, Francis J. Burke, Walter A. Burns. J. Joseph Burns, John F. Burns, Stanley T. Bustin, Frank F. Bust in, John T. Butler. Frederick B., Lieut. Butler, John Butler. Joseph D. Butler, Vincent K., Lieut. Buttgenbach. Walter J., Captain. Cadenassa, Leone Callaghan. Daniel J., Lieutenant-Commander. Callaghan. William M., Callan. Milton C. Campana. Plinio P. Campbell. John Campion. Edward T. Cana van. Bertram E. Cantlen, James S. Cantwell. Wilbur A. Cardanali, Frank S. ( Died in Service) Carew, Clement J. Carew. Paul A., Ensign Carreras. Everett E.. Ensign Carroll. James L. Carroll, Roger Carson. Tohn C. Casey, Gerard J. Casey, John J., Lieut. Castellini, Edgar A. Cotta. Raymond C. Cereghino, Raymond E. Chambers. Walter P. Chiappari. Hugo 1.. Clarke, James V. Clinton. Charles C.oakley, Gerald L. Coffey, bred Coffey. Henry E. Coghlan, James Coghlan. William S. Cole, Bert Collins, Carroll J., Ensign Collins. Charles E. Collins, Edward F. Collins. George Collins, Joseph A. Compagno, Antonio J. Compagno, Joseph Compagno, Nicholas II. Compagno, Vincent T. Concannon. Gerald J. Condon. Irving W. Conlan. Charles 1-.. Lieut. Daniel J. Conlan. Edward Conlan, Frank A. Conlin, William IT. Conlon. John T. Connolly, John J. Conc|uest. Earl A. Conway, Eugene T., Lieut. Corbv. Francis J. Cordone, Marius J. Cosgrove. Philip I. Costello, Augustine J. Coulter. Janies V., Ensign Coulter. Stewart A. Craig. Harold J. Cronan, Gerald J. Cronin. Carolan S. Cronin. Melvvn I. Crow, Adrian J. Crow. Thomas J. Ensign Conlan, »THU 1GXATIAX 60 Crowley, Edward. Captain Cunningham. Cedric I). Curran, Michael K. Daley. James T. Daly, Darrell V. Davey, Lawrence J. Davitt, John A., Ensign De Andreis, Francis J. Deane. Joseph, Ensign Dcasv, Joseph L. Deasy, Morgan L. Decker, Cecil J., Ensign Decker. Gerald L. De teller. Joseph A. Denair, John A. Deneen. John C. Depaoli, Angelo C. De Sassisse, John F. Desmond. Stephen T. Desmond. Timothy J. Desmond. William J. Devine. Mark A., Lieut. Devlin, I-'rank Devlin. Julian P. Devlin, Leo Dewey, Stephen A. Dibert. Horace A. Dickow. Henry V. 1 )iepenbrock, J oseph Donahue. Janies T. Donahue, Harry T. Donnellv, Vincent T. Donovan, Augustine Donovan. George J. Doolan. Jerome K. Dougherty, Eugene S. Dowling. W illiam A. Doyle. John J. Doyle, Xorbert F. Driscoll, Thomas A., I Jeutenant-Colonel. Dufficy, Ratael G.. Major Duffy. James R. Dunnigan. J. Ross Eckart, Frank J. Eckert. Joseph II. Edwards, Ford T. Elliot, W ilbur S., Lieut. Erigero, Stephen J. Erving, William G. Evans, W. Hall. Lieut. Fahris. Vladimir I'. Fallon, Mercer M. Fanning. Alfred F. Fay, James M. Feely, Xorbert W Fellom, Xoel V. Fennell, J. Everett Fenton, Frank I., Lieut. Finn, J. Howard, Ensign Fitzgerald, John E. Fitzgerald. Paul A. Fitzgibbon. Maurice IT. Flanagan. Daniel J., Lieut. Flatley, Harry Fleming, John W. Fleuren, S. J., Henry, I lieutenant ( Chaplain). Flood, (Jerald Flood. Henry L. Flynn, Daniel Y. Flynn, Frank A.. Lieut. Foley, Joseph E. Ford, IVyington 1... Captain horde. Edward A. Foster. Donald D. Foster. Thomas II.. Lieut. Fottrell. William L. Fox. S. J., George G.. Lieutenant (Chaplain). Francis, Lester F. French, C. PrestonPRO PATH IA 61 Gallagher, Joseph J. Gallagher, Louis J. (laltes. William I-'. (iarat, Charles Carat, George W. Carat. John Gaugler, Earl P . Gavigan, Harold T. Gianotti, Henry W. Ciihuly, James IT. (Jill, 1 larold E. (iillen. Leslie C. Ginocchio, Andrew J. (iirot. Henry " J (iliebe. Andrew J. Codkin, Clarence T. (iolden, John T. Golden, Joseph M. (loldman, Alexander L. Corevan, John J. Jo wan, Raymond J. Crady. Raymond Cray, Edward M. (iray, Frank P. ireenberg, Arthur A. Creif, Charles A. Griffin, Elmer Q. Criffin, Milton C. Cuthrie, William .. IIale, Lemuel F. Haley, S. Milton. Lieut. Hall. H. Raymond, Ensign Hall. Thomas Hallman, Vincent Y. Halpin. Thomas J. Handley, Edward I). 11 audios. Royal E.. Lieut. 11 an sen, George A. I fanson. Charles I larrigan, Frank J. Harrington, James J.. Lieut. Harvey, Harold P». Harvey. William K„ Captain Haskin, Elmer G. Hayes, J. Joseph Hayes, John J. Mealy. Arthur J. I leaney. Ambrose 1 .. Lieut. 1 leaney, John W., Captain Heaney, W. Vincent Heaton, Henry J. (Killed in Action). Hennessey, Charles J. Henry, Arthur W. Henry, Voorhies Hickey. Joseph (Killed in .letion). Hicks. Harold S. Hoefer, An tone F. Hoffmann, Walter C. Captain Moll. Edward I loll. Frank J. II oil, George Holleran. James E. Holm, Dion R., Lieut. Horan, Thomas J. Hughes, h'rank A. Hughes, James 1». Hughes, John A. Hughes, John F». Hughes, Percy Hughes, Robert J. Hunt. William E. Hurd, Ernest D. Hutton, Harold P. I Iyland. Francis W. Tngenlath. Otto J. Israel. Edward L. Iversen, Rod Jacobsen, Henry Jacobson. Leland R„ Ensign Janas, Sigmund J.. Lieut. Johnson. Charles R.. l.ieut. Johnson, h'rederick L.62 THE IGXATUX Jones, Eugene P. Jones, Prank J. Joseph, Joseph E. Kast. P. Rene Kavanagh, John I'. Keefe. David J. Kelly, Alfred R. Kelly, John J. Kelly. Leslie W. Kelly, Ralph P. Kelly, Robert J. Kelly, William J. Kengla, Louis (Died of wounds'). Kennedy. Ignatius I .. Ensig Kenny. Gerald Kerner. Louis P. Kerns, Bernard R. Kerrigan. Eugene J. Kerrigan, William J. Ketler, Craig Ketler, William P». (Died in service). Ketteler, William Kidwell. Kenneth J. Killilea, Thomas F. Kirk. Joseph II. Kisich, Oliver M. Knights, Charles P., Lieut. Knill, George F. Koch. Robert T. Kramer. Frank A. (Died of wounds). Kunst. Charles J. Kurihara. Joseph Y. Lafferty, Charles P . Laherty, S. J., John J.. Lieutenant (Chaplain). Larney, Albert L. Larrecou. Emil A. Lasater. Raymond C Lasater. William II. (Died in sc nice). Leahy. Elmer V . Leipsic, Sylvain I). Lenahan. John W. Lcnihan. Thomas J. Lennon, Clarence Lennon. Henry 15. Lennon. Thomas L. Leonard. Joseph F. Lessmann, Frank 15. Levillan. Edmond P. Linares, Frank J. Linkins, I5udd J. Lister. Julius J. Lockett. Donald A. Lorigan, I 'rank. Ensign Lorigan, Raymond C. Lough. James C., Lieut. t’.S.X. Loustale, Josej)h Lowney. Daniel D. Lundy. Beverly R. Lundy. Howard L. Lupton. Oliver K., Ensign Lyle, George 15. Lynch. Andrew J. Lynch, John E. Lynch, Leo T. Lynch. Philip 'I'., Lieut. Lynch. William V. Lyon, Mervvn Lyons. John M. Macdonald, Albert W. Macdonald. Raymond 15., Lieut. Madden. James A. Madden. Joseph Madden, Paul E. Maguire, James M. Mahoney. Alfred Mahoney. Daniel A. Mahoney. Frank J. Mahoney, Wensinger F.FRO PATRIA 63 Mahony, Jeremiah J. Malone, William M. Mann. Harold Manseau. Louis E. Mansfeldt, J. Harold Margo. John I.. Maroevich. Nicholas B. Martin. B. Palma Martin. F. Kohl Mattingly, A. Valentine Mattingly, Richard C.. Lieut. Mayerle, Joseph G. Mayman, Alfred J. Meagher. Joseph E., Lieut. Mcherin, J. Vincent "Mejia, Edward J. Mero. Charles F. Miller. Albert W. Miller. J. Regan Minaker. Arthur R. Mitrovich. Stephen S. Moffit, E. Raymond Moliun. J. Brooke, Lieut. Molinari, Arthur Molkenbuhr, Edward M. Molloy. James I». Moloney. Joseph B. Moran, Fred B., Lieut. Morrison. Robert X. Morrissey. Edward J. Mulcrevy, Frank M. Mullaney, William L. Mulligan. Walter J., Captain Murphy. Carroll A. Murphy. Francis W. Murphy, Frank Murphy, James E. Murphy. James F. Murphy, Mervyn Murray. Daniel J. Murray, John A. Mvers, Ralph E. McAdams, Leo F. McArdle, Ralph P. McAuliffe, Charles M. McAuliflfe. Francis C. McAuliffe. Gabriel L. McAuliffe. John McCabe. Richard A.. Major McCann, Percy S. McCann, W illiam A., Lieut. McCarthy, Daniel J. McCarthy, Edwin J. McCarthy. Joseph McClatchey, James V., Captain McDonald. Charles H. McDonald, J. Frederick McDonald, Thomas E. McElearney, John F. Me Elroy, John S. McEntee. James J. McFeeley. John H. McGlade. Edward M., Lieut. McGrath. Eugene I. McGrath, Frank I.. McGrath, James McGrath, Thomas R. McGuire, James E. McGuire, Vincent A. Mcl lenry, Edward J. McHugh. Frank J. McHugh, Peter J. McHugh. Terence P. Mclnerney, lames I. McKenna, Roger E. McKinstry. Charles IF, Brigadier-General. Me Knew. George R. McLaughlin, John P. McLoughlin, Joseph A. McMahon, Nicholas Me Nicholas. Patrick J. McVanner. I). (Godfrey McVey, Charles P. (Pied in service).64 THE IGXATIAK Naughton. W. W alter Naylor, Thomas C. Nealon, Gilbert T. Nelson, George A., Ensign Nicholson, Ignatius W. Nill. Joseph, Lieut. Nix, S. Aubrey Nolan, John J. Nolan, Stanley I-'., Ensign Noon, Frank I . Noon, Harold I . Norrington, Roscoe Nuttman, Joseph A. ()liver, Joseph A. ()rme, Richard E. Osborne. 1 hitler I).. Lieut. ()sborne, William O’Brien, Cornelius O’Brien. J. Raul O’Brien, Walter J. (J’Connell, Daniel P. O’Connell, John J., Lieut. (V’Connor, Arthur ( )’Connor, (ierald ()’Connor, Janies B. ( VConnor, John J. ( VConnor, John M. ( )’Connor. Joseph A. O’Connor, Joseph P. O’Connor, Leslie V. O’Connor. Vincent ()’Connor. Walter O’Connor, Winfield S. O’Dea, William J. ()’Donnell, Eugene II. O'Hara, Cecil C. O’Hara, Edwin L. Maj. O’Hara, lames M.. Col. O’Neill, Edward M. O’Neill, Frank T. O’Neill, James F. O’Rourke. Thomas E. O’Shaughnessy. William J. O’Shea, John I . Barker. William C. Paynter, A. Woodman Pelicano, Francis A. Pohlman, Theodore 11. Pool, Harry Pope. Leo J. Post, Willis E. Power, Neal J.. Lieut-Col. Pritchard, Frederick L. Pritchard, Joseph L. Puckett, G. Jackson Purcell. Clement A. Queen, Edward J. Queen, Richard C. Queen, William A. Ragan, George A.. Ensign Rankin, Herman J. Rath, Raymond J. Rawson, Edwin L. Read. Percy Regan, Edward J. Regan, Edward J. Regan, George j. Reichling, I Bernard Reilly, Joseph A. Rethers, Frank Rethers, Harry V. Rethers, Theodore C. Richard, Edwin S. Richards. Bertram A. Riordan, Eugene A.. Lieut. Robinson, James B. Roche, James A. Rogerson, Charles A. Romey. (Gordon Rose, Walter :. Ross, Charles E. Ross. George W. (Died in Service)PRO PATRIA 65 Rossi. Robert I). Rouleau, Edouard Rowe, Elmer A. Ruegg. Charles M. Ruetlier. W alter 11. Rusconi. John 15. Ryan, Janies W.. Ensign Ryan. John 11.. Lieut. ullivan. Daniel ullivan. Janies Mod. ullivan, Jeremiah I7.. Ensign ullivan. Joseph I .. Capt. ullivan. Xoel R. ullivan. Thomas W. utro, A. weigert, William 'I , weenev, Walter Sainbuck. Antone J. Samuels, Harold W. Savage, John J. Scatena, (iuido W. Scatena. Joseph A. Schiaftino, John A. Schilling. Frank W. Schimetchek, Frederick (Killed in .letion) Scully. Edward J. Seabach. Louis II. Seagrave. William G. Seitz, Roland Serpa. Arthur F. Sheehan, Frederick V. Sheehan, II. Thomas Sheehan. W. Wallace, Ensign Sheehv, Randall I).. Lieut. Shine, Raymond . Short ridge. Samuel Silverman, Sol Siverson. William R. Skillin. Hannon I)., Ensign Smith. A. Renton Smith. I '. Sidney Smith, W. Burr Spiegeltnan, Joseph H. Stapleton. George 1’. Sternau. Sidney M. Stcrret, William St. Leger. Henry J. Stoll. Albert H. Strazich. John A. Sullivan. Daniel J. Talbot. William J. Taugher. Louis Thompson, Russell Thynnes, Louis C. Tissot. T. Paul. Lieut. Tobin. Clement Tobin. Richard M., Lieut. U. S. X. Togni. Herbert M. Torrigini, Rinaldo L. Townley. Richard R. Traverso, William Urioste, Adolph de Van der Zee, Herman A. Yarni. Edward J. evoda. Joseph A. Yizzard, Raymond W. Yolosing, Stephen Wagner, Carl. Ensign Wallis, Albert C. Walsh, Albert T. Walsh, Gerald E. Walsh. S. J., Henry L.. Lieut. (Chaplain) Walsh. Joseph W. Walsh. Lawrence F. Ward. Clifford R. Ward. James W arrack, (leorge F. Warren, Francis Watson, William P. aTHU K'S'ATL IX U) Weer, Lloyd G. Welch, Joseph D. Welch. Joseph W. Wells, William II. Welshons. Carlos M. Whelan. Thomas White, Robert I . White, William R. Wiegner, Edmond J. Williams, Mervyn F. Williams. Richard Williamson. Raymond D. Wilmans, John M. Wilson. Francis M. Wilson, Herbert P . Wiseman, Charles J. Wissing, Charles J. Wittmann, Harold J. Woloken, Stephen J. Young'. Leo A. Zamloch. Carl MILITARY STATISTICS, ST. IGNATIUS UNIVERSITY. Officers in the Army: IJrigadier-General .............................. 1 Colonel ......................................... 1 Lieutenant-Colonels.............................. 2 Majors........................................... 4 Captains ........................................11 Lieutenants .....................................41 — 60 Officers in the Navy: Lieutenant-Commander ............................ 1 Lieutenants ..................................... 3 Ensigns (Naval Aviation)......................... 3 Ensigns .........................................20 — 27 Total ........................................ 87 Officers: Graduates .....................................46 Undergraduates ................................41 Total ........................................ 87 Number of men sent to R. O. T. C.................. 47 Number of men in S. A. T. C.......................115 Number of Officers attached to S. A. T. C.......... 4Alumni Notes The Alumni arc to be congratulated on the efficient the payment of the debt of St. Ignatius’ Church. It is the first time Alma Mater has called upon them in such a critical hour, and they are responding loyally, by subscribing liberally to the general fund as well as collecting contributions for that great purpose. The pamphlet gotten out bv the Fathers asks the question: “Are you interested in St. Ignatius’ Church and College?”—and goes on to say: “If you are interested, become a member of the St. Ignatius' Conservation League.” Xow. who should be more interested than those whom St. Ignatius' College rightly calls “sons.”—those who within the walls of the old College or of the present buildings, have received their mental and moral training? In the words of the pamphlet: “Membership in the St. Ignatius' Conservation League is unlimited: all who are able and willing to make a donation, however small, those who promise a donation, to be made when their circumstances permit, those also who are willing to spread the news of the plight in which the Jesuit Fathers find themselves, will be enrolled as members of the League." First and foremost, every Alumnus should sec that his name is on that list. For this purpose an Alumni banquet, which, however, will not be confined to the ranks of the Alumni alone, will be held May 12. 1019. The Student Body of the University wishes to take this opportunity to thank the Alumni for the .splendid support accorded the Basketball team. Every game found scores of Alumni out to boost the boys on to victory. I o start mentioning names would fill a book, but surely it way in which they are backing up the Drive in behalf of IN MEMORIAM J. J. McGranaghan, Law 20 T. F. Gaffney, LL. B., ’16 Hon. James V. Coffey, LL. D., '05 George M. Bohm, Law ’21 D. William O'Connell. A. B., ’18 Frederick J. Churchill, A. B., 02.ifj' r v xor is Q) was a pleasure to see Joe Murphy, Hill Preen, Hill Golden. Warren and erstwhile Ensign in Prown, Ray Feely. Sergt. IVte McHugh, Tom Lennon. Ensign Stan Nolan, Harry Flood. Fred McDonald. Gerald Kenney, and a host of other "old, familiar faces' on the side-lines. Hon. James I). Phelan, LL. A. I’».. 81, United States Senator from California, has come forth fearlessly in behalf of three policies dear to all of us. 11 is unswerving 81 fidelity to President Wilson in the matter of the League of Nations has won him nation-wide fame: in his exposure of the “Picture-Pride marriage schemes of Oriental nations, he has shown up the looseness of our present immigration laws: the cause of Irish Independence found no more ardent advocate: both in our own State and on the floor of the United States Senate, he has championed the rights of Ireland to complete independence. Prigadier-General Charles 11. McKinstry. A. 1»., ‘84. on the signing of the armistice, was sent into Germany as head of the American Commission to determine the 84 amount of indemnity Germany could pay. A great honor was recently conferred on l)r. Attilio II. Giannini. M. 1).. A. P., 94. After having served as president of the Rank of Italy in this city, he has ‘94 been called to New York to fill the presidency of the East River National Pank. A farewell banquet was tendered him before he left for the Fast, which in itself was a wonderful tribute to the sterling qualities as well as the genial good nature of "Doc Giannini. In his response to the eulogies spoken by His Grace Archbishop Hanna, Senator James I). Phelan, and others, Dr. Giannini turned towards some of the lesuit Fathers present and with words of sincere gratitude told the assembled guests70 THE 1GXAT AS that whatever success he had achieved was due to the training received at the hands of the leathers of Saint Ignatius’ College. Lieutenant Richard C. Tobin. I’. S. X.. recently returned from I ranee, and is back in his offices in the Hibernia Hank. Another Alumnus connected with ’96 the bank is Lieut.-Col. Thomas A. Driscoll, who resigned as director to enter the army. Commissioned captain at the close of the first R. (). 'I'. C. at the Presidio, he was sent to France with the Ninety-first Division. Owing to his efficient work in the Intelligent Department of the army, he has returned home wearing the insignia of a Lieutenant-Colonel. For this work he was decorated bv the French C»o eminent. Frequent word is received from the “Casey” at Treves. Leo C. Lennon, A. M.. LL. Ik, Fh. I).. A. B.. ;99. is on the job at the K. of C. hut with the Army of Occupa-’99 tion, and writes that he puts in a fairly busy day from «S a. m. to 11 p. m.: when last heard from he had just finished tinting his “auditorium,” was in the act of supervising a checker tournament, had already put on two boxing shows that week, and was preparing for a vaudeville entertainment to be held that very night. Another St. Ignatius’ representative with the K. of C’s is Martin Merle, who has covered himself with glory, lie is now stationed in Paris, where he is engaged in writing up the history of the Knights’ activities during the war. San Francisco Council No. 615. Knights of Columbus, honored another Alumnus this year, when William I .ALUMS! SOT US 71 Golden, A. I’., ‘01, was elected Grand Knight. ’01 Among the other officers chosen at the same time were C. Harold Caulfield, A. 11., 13, Chancellor, and Raymond T. Feely, LL. Ik, A. I‘14, Recorder. Dr. Louis X. Ryan, A. M., M. I).. A. Ik, ‘01, was a familiar figure around the premises during the period of the S. A. 'I'. C. as medical officer of our unit. The ’01 K. P. dodgers kept him busy: but especially (luring the trying days of the “Flu,” when so many of our boys were taken sick, though the more serious cases were transferred to Letterman General Hospital at the Presidio, he devoted all his time to the boys, and to him is due in great part the fact that all weathered the epidemic. We regret to announce here the death of Frederick J. Churchill, A. Ik. 02. who died at the O’Connor Sanitarium. San Jose, following an operation. To his wife and ’02 family we extend our sincere sympathy. To Francis J. Barrett, LL. Ik, A. Ik, 02, we also wish to express our heartfelt condolence on the occasion of the death of his mother. In Edward A. Foley, A. M., LL. Ik, A. Ik, 02, the Food Commission at Washington found an able assistant. He was engaged in the work of the Commission during ’02 the whole period of the war: in the interest of food conservation he has visited all the Eastern cities, and on one occasion toured the Southern States lecturing in behalf of the good cause. He is still in ash-ington for an indefinite stay, devoting all his energies to the work of the Commission. THE 1CXATIAX 72 A threat booster for all things Ignatian is Charles A. Scott, A. 15., 04. All college events, whether literary or athletic, find “Charlie present to do his bit to aid ’04 the good work along. Ordinations at St. Louis this year are full of interest to the Alumni as well as to the boys at college. Mr. Thomas J. Flaherty, S. J., A. 15.. 05, will be raised ’05 to the dignity of the holy Priesthood, June 25, at St. Louis Vmversity. Besides being an Alumnus of St. Ignatius College, Mr. Flaherty labored for six long years as a member of the Faculty of our Institution: if vou don't think that his memory is held in benediction, just ask one of the old fellows about “Mr. Flaherty. and all your doubts will be set at rest. Besides Mr. Flaherty, two other former members of the staff will be ordained at St. Louis, Mr. John P. Moots. S. J.. and Mr. Fdward M. Menager, S. I. Our heartiest congratulations are with them. Mon. James V. Coffey, LL. D., ’05. for a generation Judge of the Probate Court at San Francisco, and universally esteemed as the ‘friend of the widow and 05 the orphan," recently passed away after a lingering illness. To his relatives The Ic.natian extends heartfelt sympathy. Sergt. Robert 1). Rossi. 15. S., A. 15.. 08, is still with the Army of ()ccupation. “Bob" of course is interested vitally in the Prohibition movement, for “Asti" wines have 08 made the name of California world-famous. Recently he wrote a letter to the “Safety Valve ’ of the “Chronicle” from far-off France, in which he voiced his views on tins question.ALUMS! xorns 73 Debating was always one of the strong points of James Raleigh Kelly, LL. lb, A. lb, ’08: those who recall the debate on the Immigration issue, in which the Rossi ’08 brothers opposed Raleigh and “Joe" Sweeney, will surely agree with me. Well, a short time ago Raleigh, accompanied by his wife, was on his way home when two bandits ordered “hands up." After arguing with the highwaymen for about an hour, Raleigh scored another debating victory, for by his persuasive eloquence, he succeeded in having his gold watch restored to him.—though he did part reluctantly with $30. The many friends of Daniel J. Flanagan. M. I)., ex-TO, will be glad to hear that word was received from him lately. During the period of the war he has been TO serving with a commission in the Medical Corps of the I British army. Now that things are quid again, Dr. Dan promises to come to visit his old friends. Xeedless to say. he will receive a right royal welcome, for many years have passed since we have had the pleasure of seeing him. Not long after Lieut. Charles I . Knights, A. lb, T2, had been sent to duty at Anchorage. Alaska, he was married in that city to Miss Jean Fottrell, who, accom-T2 panied by her mother, followed him northward. Mrs. Knights is a sister of Corp. W illiam Fottrell, still abroad with the Army of Occupation. To Lieutenant and Mrs. Knights The Ic.nwtiax wishes a life of true happiness. The French Government surely picked a hero when it decorated Richard C. Queen, A. lb. 12. for bravery on two74 run igx.iti. ix occasions. We refer the reader of these notes to 12 the special article in the bod of the issue. To I icut. Thomas II. Foster, A. I ., T6, and Ensign Cecil J. Decker, II. S., To. the two Benedicts of the Class of 16, go our hearty wishes for uninterrupted hap-T6 piness. e might speak in metaphor of the “battle for existence ' and “life’s tempestuous seas.” but if we remember rightly, "Tom” was sometime poet of Till : Jc.natian staff as well as editor, and consequently we will leave all poetic effusions to him. Quite an honor was conferred on Captain Thomas 1 . Ahern, B. S., T6, when he was made Judge Advocate of the General Courtmartial at the Presidio. T6 Tiif Ionatian offers heartfelt sympathy to Mr. James Henry, S. J., ex-T6, and Arthur V. Henry, I . S. X., on the occasion of the recent death of their father. An efficiency expert has been developed by the army in the person of Lieut. W. Hall Evans. A. 15., 16. who has charge of the Salvage Department of several camps ’16 situated in the Southern States. Hall is thinking of staying with I’ncle Sam. and the success which he has attained warrants a bright outlook for the future. Our hearts go out in sympathy to the family of Thomas F. Gaffney, LI.. II.. 16. who, after a brief illness, died a victim of Spanish influenza during the days of the epidemic. T6ALUM XI A OT IS r Along with “Dick” Oueen, “Joe" Foley, “Jack” O’Connor, "Steve" Frigero, "Harry" Flatley, “'led" Kethers, “Joe” Suliivan, and so many other St. Ignatius 17 heroes, Robert K. White, A. Ik, 17. wears the gold wound chevron. “Bob” sustained a severe wound in the head in the earlier days of the war. when he went over the top, July 23rd. He is still in France, but at last reports had virtually recovered from his injuries. The hand of death struck down one who only last year received his degree of Bachelor of Arts, when I). William ) Connell succumbed during the epidemic 18 of influenza. To his dear relatives Thk Ionatian, on behalf of the Alumni and Student Body, offers sincere condolence. Laurence . Duvey.LAW: CLASS OF 20 I. N. Maroevich E. M. Molkenbuhr W. N. Thorpe C. J. Wiseman P. P. O’Brien W. J. O'Connor A. J. Healy C. E. Ross E. A. Larrecou R. D. Williamson T. W. Sullivan T. P. Tissot H. J. O’NeillSiam Srlfool Notra MANY ARE CALLED BUT FEW ARE CHOSEN The above biblical expression would seem to be apropos to the present membership of the Senior Class of 1919. At the formation of this class in 1915, SENIOR fifty-seven varieties of ambitious laborers came CLASS to work in the Vineyard of the Law, but “the burden of the day” overcame many. To-day there remain but four members of the original class: W. Y. Jacka, Frederick 'I'. Leo. James McEntee, and the writer. Charles J. Ifaswell, the fifth member, was added :n the Junior year by reason of his previous law training received in ()regon. In the latter part of 1918 Mr. jacka and Mr. Leo received their certificates to practice law from the District Court of Appeal of the First Appellate District. The other three members of the class, emboldened by the success of their classmates, went “over the top” in the forepart of this year, and received their certificates. The class now claims the distinction of being the only Senior Class of the St. Ignatius Law College whose members were all admitted t practice law before Commencement day. To the professors, however, belongs the credit of enabling the members to claim this honor, for without their thorough training the results might have been disappointing. War. both real and imaginary, is responsible for the decrease in the number of members. The withering fire from the canons of descent aimed by Professor Connolly, aided and abetted by that arch-enemy of all law students. Sir William Iilackstone, created great gaps in the ranks. The ponderous and booming guns of Criminal Law, International Law and Equity directed by Professor Me Kin-lev. scattered the front lines in every direction. Professor Riley's rapid-fire gunnery with its deadly barrage of California citations and code sections, almost wiped out those78 THE GX.IT .IX who were making a never-say-die fight. The methodical pounding from the whippet tanks operated by Professor ’(«ara, and loaded with perplexing problems on Contracts and Evidence, had a discouraging effect on those who were already weakened by the onslaught, and were about to send aloft the white ffag of surrender. And in order to make the slaughter almost complete, Professor Preen brought into action his snipers in the guise of Domestic Relations and Probate Law. Professor Peretta’s aeroplane ascended so high into the realms of Corporation that even the most keen-eyed observers in the class lost sight of it at times. The inability to follow closely the seemingly erratic gyrations of this vehicle, caused many to retire to the rear to have their wounded feelings attended to. The disheartening percentages which he shot from the blue pencil put the faint-hearted ones completely out of action. The attackers, not being satisfied with the terrible losses suffered by the attacked, brought Professor Parry into the battle, with his gas bombs loaded with stupefying vapor from Pills and Notes, and I bailments. Accurate hurling of these bombs caused many to wander blindly and helplessly in No Man’s Land of Technicalities, where the yawning shell holes of oblivion afforded them a final haven of refuge. One would think that the Heroes of 1919 had received tlvir full measure from the baptism of fire, but they had yet to meet I’ncle Sam’s draft moppers-up. The invaders took many prisoners, who are now scattered throughout the four points of the globe. The brave little band of soldiers have retreated, and are now making their last stand in the Forest of Doubt surrounded by the Huns of the Faculty. W ith cannon to the right of them, and cannon to the left of them, and with their backs to the Wall of Courage and Determination. they will make their last stand, fighting desperately for the diploma which has been their spur during thelaw school x or ns 7‘ Ion" wear} years of trench digging in the various fields oi the law. Through toifing and sweating they have become converts of the doctrine that a diploma is not a mere scrap of paper. The effort and energy expended in its acquisition are of such strenuous nature, that he who would hope to be successful will come to grief and suffer banishment, if he treat such a document lightly. Should this class finally be victorious, the members will go to the peace table on Commencement Day cherishing the firm resolve to follow religiously those milestones of high ideals laid out by their Alma Mater, which point the way to an honorable career in the law. In the meantime, as they are not yet out of the woods, and in a spirit of precaution, they are calling on the good l.ord for reinforcements, and fervently praying that in so far as the biblical expression first quoted applies to the veterans of the 1919 Class, it shall not be changed in this hour of trial and troubles to read “Many arc called, but none are chosen.” Martin I'. Welch. The signing of the World’s War armistice has had a salutary effect upon the ranks of the Junior Law Class. Xo longer is the class decimated: it certainly JUNIOR fills one with pride to witness a filled class CLASS room and to welcome home and into the fold true American soldiers and sailors, who readilv responded to Freedom’s call. Amongst the returned, who are paving their way for future legal battles are: “Chick” Wiseman, who saw service as a “gob": Paul Tissot, who earned the title of a commissioned officer in the army: Charlie Ross, who for a number of months dodged “subs” in the Atlantic: Fred McDonald, who did not want “light” work, so he enlistedLAW; CLASS OF ’22. First Row—J. L. Copestakes. J. J. Fitzgerald, M. E. Gracia, H. A. Dibert. Second Row—P. C. Berryessa. J. L. Gonzales, C. J. McCullough. Third Row—C. J. Ausmus, T. J. Desmond. M. J. Conklin, H. C. Schmidt. Fourth Row—J. V. Clarke, J. L. McDermott, L. J. Davey. Fifth Row—W. S. Flynn, H. W. Nolan, E. H. O’Donnell, J. F. Briggs.LAW' SCHOOL SOILS 81 in the heavy artillery; Larrecou, who took many a (live and tail spin with the aviation corps, and Walter O’Connor. who zealously tried to get overseas, but like many others became stalled at Camp Lewis. The Juniors are fully equipped with athletes this year. The record of a number of them during the recent basketball season is commendable. Williamson’s and Mareo-vich’s playing was a feature: credit is also due to Hill Thorpe, one of our own. for the way he coached and managed the team throughout the season. Another athlete of much fame is “Heartless'’ O’Neill. It was with a feeling of the greatest sorrow that the third year men learned of the death of their classmate. John McGranaghan. He was ever most earnest in the pursuit of his legal studies, and we are ail certain that his untiring efforts have been rewarded by the Supreme Giver. Edward Molkenbuhr. The Sophomores are turning what at first seemed destined to be a year of small accomplishment into a banner session. Having recalled Ensign Wag-SOPHOMORE ncr from Naval Aviation, Lieutenant CLASS McGlade from the bright lights of broad way. Sergt.-Major Riordan from a Southern camp (where, we are told, he was perusing 1‘dackstone as well as the I. !). K.), Sergeant Casey, the “Port Costa Ghost,” from the suffocating mustard gas fumes of Edgewood Arsenal, Naval Reservists Walsh and ilallinan from the snares of movie land, et al.. the Sophs cried “l et er go!” and they have been going ever since. Certainly each week deposits a store of legal knowledge in the crowded "domes” of the second year men. nd it is their proud boast that in their very midst has risen one who, though ever unwilling to admit it, has evinced the same grasp of the law and the same power of82 run igsa riax logical reasoning that made our friend, Sir William Blackstonc, top the batting average in the English league some years ago. ye. verily, there is a man of no mean ability among us, and he is none other than our stalwart preserver of the peace, Michael Riordan. Xor have the Sophomores been backward in athletic activities. Did not “Merv" Cronin develop rapidly under the watchful eye of Coach Thorpe, and play a sterling game at center throughout the season? Did not the silver-tongued Sinn Feiner, Vincent W. Ilallinan. prove to be a most valuable man when reinforcements were needed in the guarding line? And did not even the writer—mv pen hesitates with humility—did he not venture on to the court, clad only in the scanty raiment of a basketball suit? So far we have met but one unsolvable difficulty, which was first mentioned several weeks ago, when our learned classmate “Justice’ Kenney remarked: “What’s the use of me studying the California Code, when 1 am going to practice law in Oakland The Sophomore notes would be incomplete if mention were not made of the sorrow the class feels at the loss of a classmate and friend. George Rohm, who succumbed last fall to an attack of Spanish Influenza. His genial personality and friendly spirit are often spoken of, and his memory will over be cherished by the class of ’21. IT. Darrell Daly. Xow that the arm of erstwhile powerful Mars has been broken the “I»abes” may once more breathe easily. Although we started the first semester with FRESHMAN a fair registration, one by one the members CLASS of Freshman began to join the colors, until it looked as if the very life of the Class would be crushed out by the grip ol the deadly god of school sot ns 83 I 111 with tla cessation of hostilities and the consequent re-beginning of the curricuhnn. new life came to the Class and red blood began once again to course through its veins. And from this time its record shows a whirl of activity in the members in their quest for Vgal education. We cannot but notice with what zeal our young barristers have applied themselves. Was there a night that Jimmy Uriggs did not know every case that had been assigned (besides several that were not assigned)? lias our learned professor Mr. Joseph Farry even once stumped Chet ()hlandt with his questions concerning "contingent remainders” or "qualified fees.” and other such dignified, though somewhat nebulous, matters? And who indeed has made himself more illustrious than our own Vic Clarke by his explanation of the “Rule in Shelley's Case,” unless perhaps it was "Major” Garcia when he decided that the whole civil code of California should be amended ! Nothing has been done with regard to organizing a student-body in the class, and it is probable that this matter will not be taken up until we meet again in Sophomore, as at the present time we are thoroughly engaged in preparing for the year’s final examinations. Horace A. Dibert.Uniurraily Nairn The Havs of the S. A 'I'. C. came—and went—and we fro marching: on. It seems a far cry to talk of said days, when one hundred and fifteen stalwarts, under the wither inf? glance of the four Lieutenants in charge, answered roll-call, and afforded the casual passer-by the opportunity to see what effect early rising has on certain individuals. We were going great until the Flu came. It bore down on us. smashing through our defenses, and decimating our ranks. Daily some one fell before the attack: l)r. Louis X. Ryan used every means to break up the onslaught, and called in the reserves from Lctterman Hospital to his aid. The army ambulances from Lctterman paid frequent visits to the Barracks and each time bore off" a victim to the Presidio for treatment. All came back to us—alive, thank Cod. Then ten representatives left for the R. O. T. C. in Texas—and we were 105. The Armistice was signed shortly after, and within a few weeks Demobilization set in and was soon completed. With the reopening of classes in January, the routine of College work began again on the old basis. The "Classics” came once more into their own. and we were glad to know that the wearing of the khaki had not dimmed our intellectual vision, and that our appreciation of the dead languages was just as "keen” as ever. Xot only class-work, but Student Activities also were resumed. The Co-op. Store did a flourishing business as canteen during the S. A. T. C days, but the only voice-culture practiced was the "one-two-three-four” and the "community singing” at night under the leadership of Joe Joseph on the front steps of the Barracks. Oratory, except a certain variety, fell into disuse, and the only debates engaged in were held inid the gloom of night, despite the non-com’s gentle-hints to . . .uxin;rsitv xotes 85 That the spirit of ()ratory was not dead, was sufficiently proved by the I'niversity Oratorical Contest held April 1, 1919, in the College Hall, the UNIVERSITY sometime barracks of the S. A. T. C. ORATORICAL The prize at stake was the Gold Medal CONTEST annually donated by Ignatian Council, Xo. 35, Young Men's Institute. The Contest was piesided over by Mr. Darrell Y. Daly, ’19, who opened with a few appropriate remarks. There were five contestants, each with an original oration to hold the audience spellbound. Mr. Edward I. Fitzpatrick, ’21, was the first speaker of the evening, and modesty forbids him to tell here the impression left on Judges and audience by his speech entitled: “The Conflict between Law and Liberty.” Following him Mr. William T. Sweigert, 21, arose and in a forceful manner delivered his oration: “The Third Champion.’’ The paper was well written, a splendid example of oratory, with arguments marshaled in logical order and embellished by figures. 11 is elocution aided to bring out into relief the strong position he adopted. Mr. Chester ( )hlandt. '20, was the next orator, and in a firm, convincing wav he spoke on “The Post-bellum Reconstruction and Labor Problem.” II is arguments were clear-cut and to the point, and the solution he offered the ‘‘powers-that-bc” in this critical hour, cptite original. Hardly had the applause subsided when up rose Mr. Melvyn 1. Cronin, ’19, and with all the fire of his Celtic ancestry launched forth on the subject: “The League of Nations and Ireland." The rounds of applause that punctuated the remarks of the next speaker, none other than our worthy Editor, Mr. Vincent W. Hallinan, 19, showed that he had the house with him from the start. And what San Francisco audience can resist an appeal for Ireland! ‘‘The birth of the Irish Republic’’ was the title of his oration, and it was full of deep, historical research, clever argumentation and sparkling wit. 4THE GKATIAX 86 hilc Mr. Denis Sheerin sang “The Solids of the Day.’ the Judges deliberated on their choice. Finally M. Edward F. O’Day. A. M.f ’07, in behalf of the other two Judges. Mr. Warren . 1'Srown, A. 15., ’15. and Mr. Grover O’Connor. A. 15., awarded the Medal to Mr. Edward I. Fitzpatrick, ’21. The Elocution Contest of the High School for the J. Franklin Smith Gold Medal was held in the College Hall, March 10. After an elegant tribute to HIGH SCHOOL elocution as an art and a vivid outline ELOCUTION of its importance in the fields of lilera-CONTEST ture and politics had been delivered by the brilliant young chairman of the evening. Mr. George F. Devine, H. S.. 10. the contest was under way. First Year was represented by Einaldo E. Kane in “The Old Surgeon’s Story.” .Veil L. Loughlin in “The Old Actor’s Story.” Patrick 11. McCarthy in “The Advocate’s hirst Plea,” and Herbert J. W illiamson in “The Curse of Regulus.” Those chosen from Second Year were J. Preston Devine. “The Song of the Market Place”: George T. Lenahan, “Jean Goello’s Yarn": and James A. O’Gara. “Whispering I Jill.” Next came Third Year with William L. Mullaney, “The Execution of Montrose,’’ and George J. Chi. “How Prown Entered Valhalla." The High School Seniors were Charles R. lioden, ‘Rosa’’: Thomas W. Cotter. “Paneratius”: and Eugene L. O’Meara, “Jtan Dcsprez.” The Judges of the Contest were Dr. J. Franklin Smith. M. I)., S. M., ‘C: Mr. John L. Whelan, A. 15., ’OS: and Mr. David A. O’Keefe, A. M., 10. When the decision was announced b Dr. Smith in favor of Charles Richard l»odcn, TI. S.. ’19, as an elocutionist excelling all his competitors by his excellent original interpretation of the difficult piece. “Rosa,” it met with the enthusiastic approval of the whole audience.UX ITJtS TV XOTES 87 % In the class room we are drilled thoroughly, that we may go forth into the battle of life mentally equipped to win for ourselves the laurels of victory; SODALITY this the Catholic College has in com-OF THE mou with the secular institution. Hut IMMACULATE where their roads diverge is in the CONCEPTION moral education of the student. Catholic Education has as its primary end the salvation of the soul of the pupil, and it strives first of all to put into his hands the weapons with which he can “fight the good fight” and gain the crown not of a mortal, but of an immortal victory. 'Phis is the “one thing necessary ’ and for this purpose our Sodalities have been established. In the words of the bulletin of the University. the object of the Sodality of the Immaculate Conception “is to foster a spirit of love and devotion toward the Virgin Mother of Cod, and of virtue and piety among its members.” Every student should enroll himself under the banner of his Heavenly Queen in the Sodalities, both Senior and Junior; and once he has done this he should be constant in fulfilling the obligations to which he binds himself, namely of regular attendance at the weekly meetings, and above all manifest his filial affection for his blessed Mother by his presence at the General Communion on the second Sundav of the month. In connection with the Sodality is the pious practice of long standing, of the Month of May devotions at the shrine of the blessed Virgin. To each THE SHRINE class of University and High OF THE School days are assigned, on which BLESSED VIRGIN the members decorate the Shrine in honor of the Heavenly Queen of May. Xot only are floral offerings dedicated to the blessed Virgin, with whose sweet perfumes are mingled the fervent aspirations of her devoted sons, but the youthful poets of each class hang offerings in verse in her honor, com- HIGH SCHOOL SENIORS E. L. Harris, E. T. Keenan, E. I. Slater, C. R. Boden, R. S. Egan, C. A. Rethers W. A. Buckley, T. M. Cotter, R. E. Cereghino. L. J. Cosgrove. H. C. O'Brien, C. L. Harney, T. L. Mahoney, G. E. Devir.e G. J. Puckett, E. L. O'Meara. J. A. Lennon, S. J.: J. R. Duffy, A. H. Schulzux riiRs Tv xorns 89 memorating tlie wonderful mysteries of her life and breathing a prayir for help amid the struggle—and many ardent pleas for aid during the days of repetitions and examinations ascend to the throne of the Mother of Mercy. The St. John Ilerchmans Sanctuary Society mourns the loss of its beloved Director. Mr. Austin '1'. Howard S.J., who fell a victim to the Influ-THE SANCTU- enza during the first trying days of ARY SOCIETY the epidemic. Stricken down in the midst of his labors, he succumbed to the dread malady on Sunday, October 27, 1 118. Dearly loved by all who knew him during life, his loss was a sad blow; yet we are comforted by the thought of his holy death, and by that hope which Faith gives us, that he has gone to his reward, and that now before the Throne of (lod he pleads in our behalf. Requiescat in pace. After the death of Mr. Howard, S. J., Mr. Edwin A. McFadden, S. J., took charge of the affairs of the Sanctuary Society, until the appointment of Mr. John A. Lennon, S. J.. as Director when classes were resumed in January, 1919. Many new recruits have been added to the ranks, and the spirit and zeal of the members are highly commendable. During January last, the Society parted with one of its most faithful “old guard.” when Mr. Xorbert V. Feely of Freshman Year left us to join those other chosen ones whom the Sanctuary Society has given to St. Patrick’s Seminary. Menlo Park, Calif. There Xorbert will pursue his studies for the secular Priesthood: and with him go the hearty good wishes of all. and a fervent prayer that (Iod may bless his work, and that soon lie may reach the goal of his lofty aspirations. True to its old traditions, the Junior Philhistorian Debating Society, under the guiding hand of Mr. Edwardrun igxatiax 90 Roland, S. J., has passed through a very THE successful year. The officers of the organ- J. P. D. S. ization during the past term were: Vice-President, George E. Devine, II. S.. '19; Recording Secretary, Charles F. Sweigert. H. S., '20; 'I'reasurer, Martin II. O’Brien, II. S.. ’20; Corresponding Secretary, Edmund I. Slater, II. S., 19; Reporter, Gunlek O. Abrahamsen, II. S., ’20; and last but by no means least, the strong arm ot the Law and Order Committee, the Sergeant-at-Arms, Charles L. Harney, II. S., ’19. A fitting climax was reached in the Public Debate held under the auspices of the J. P. I). S. in the College Hall. April 2S, 1919. The question up for discussion was entitled: “Resolved, That Immigration should be restricted for a period of ten years.” Mr. C. Harold Caulfield, LL. IP, A. IP. 13, occupied the chair; Messrs. Charles F. Sweigert, George E. Devine, and W illiam A. O’Brien defended the affirmative aspect of the question, while the negative side was upheld by Messrs. Thomas M. Cotter. Charles R. Roden, and Martin II. O’Brien. After a warmly contested debate in which the arguments in favor of both positions were admirably worked out and stated in clear, forceful language, with frequent “interruptions’’ and clever repartee, Rev. Fr. John P. Buckley. A. IP, ’09, acting for the other judges, Mr. Joseph Farrv, LL. IP. and Mr. Frank P. Hughes, IPS., awarded the Gold Medal, the gift of the Gentlemen’s Sodality of St. Ignatius Church, to George E. Devine, H. S.. 19. Edward I. Fitzpatrick, 21.ANNOUNCING The Annual Dance OF Saint Ignatius University Saint Francis Hotel Italian and Colonial Ball-rooms Monday Evening, June 2, 1919 Proceeds to be donated to St. Ignatius Drive Fund Informal Tickets 75cLauterwasser, Molkenbuhr (Capt.). Maroevich. N.. illiamson, Hallinan, Daly, Maroevich, I., Cronin, Thorpe (Mqr.)Barsity Athlrtirs March 15 saw the close of the most exciting and closely contested series ever played in the California-Nevada Intercollegiate basketball League, and despite the fact that the season opened much latei than usual, one of its most successful years. The conclusion of the schedule saw a championship title till undecided as to ownership. Officially. California and Santa Clara were tied for first place, with Saint Ignatius barred from equal honors. California finished her schedule first, winning six games and losing one. Santa Clara and Saint Ignatius then stood with five victories and one defeat on each of their records with the game between them still unplayed. When, eventually, that memorable contest was completed, the scorers had credited the Missionites with 18 points and Saint Ignatius with 17. For apparently very good reasons, this game was protested by the Ignatians. L of C. and Santa Clara were unable to decide supremacy because of the disbanding of the bear’s squad, and Saint Ignatius was protestingly relegated to second place. Aside from this unfortunate occurrence, the Varsity experienced a very successful season both as regards the calibre of the team and the support accorded it. especially in view of the pessimistic outlook at the beginning of the year, through the absence of our old guard of basketeering in the service of Lncle Sam. and the crippling of our present prospects through the illness of "Tub” O’Neill, last year’s captain—an illness that kept him off the court for the entire season, but “stout hearts grow stouter in adversity” and we entered a team that, despite its lightness and the inexperience of at least two of its members, wa destined to earn itself an enviable name in the archives of the league. The personnel of the squad were:( 4 THE IGSATIAS Molkenbuhr (capt.), Cauterwasser, Corrigan, forwards; Cronin, Daly and Ohlandt. centers: Williamson. Ivan Maroevich, “Nick” Maroevich, Ryan, Duffy and llallinan, guards. St. Ignatius, 53; U. of Pacific, 35. We opened our season at San Jose against University of Pacific. While we won by a comfortable margin, the game was a clean, fast exhibition, with our forwards doing the better shooting. The San Joseans fought hard but there was never any doubt as to the result. Captain Molkenbuhr starred with a number of sensational baskets and his customary brainy work on the floor while Corrigan eluded the hostile guards for many a tally. Altogether it was a good opening and the boys faced Davis harm on the following week with confidence. St. Ignatius, 28; Davis Farm, 11. The game was played on a cross between a bowling alley and a dance hall, its narrow dimensions being used to good effect by one of the Farmers’ guards who'd give Jess Willard pointers on size. The first half ended with the Ignatians in the lead. 11—8. hi the second, however, they started off with a rush and piled up the score. Ray Corrigan’s rangy form was the Varsity’s leading figure. Ray had a little knack of shooting the ball from the middle of the court that shook the hay-seeds in the Agriculturists’ whiskers, before they “sicked” a foxy young Reuben on him. Ray had manipulated the score far above the scale of plain decency. Thereafter he contented himself with trying to turn the aforementioned guard white, and the game grew a trifle unladylike, being readjusted by the insertion of ol’ Joe Ryan, whose notorious proclivities with regards to six-shooters and fisticuffs ended friction. The enemy shot but one field goal in the second half, demonstrating the effectiveness of our defensive system and Messrs. Williamson and Maroevich as guards. Cronin, at center, played his customary hard game and was replaced onlyI IRS TV ATHLETICS 95 when the contest was safely on ice by Daly, who evinced absolutely no affection for the Davis feelings and tore around quite satisfactorily. St. Ignatius, 23; California, 41. "And Freedom shrieked as Kozciusko fell!” We would pass over in silence the memory of that game, but the Gods do not so decree. Just what, psychologically or physiologically, happened to our gallant and devoted shooting stars, we are unable to say. Suffice it that the transbay team hung over the only legitimate defeat that the Varsity suffered this season. Xor is it inadequate to add that some little alibi persisted. For our stalwart center, Melvyn Ignatius Cronin, "the Sunset’s shield, Tim Schultz’s pride”—to twist Scott a tritle—exercised the characteristic so predominant in his race, which characteristic is the red Hush of battle, to such an extent that Referee I larris—peace to his memory—found Mel's presence at variance with his technical administration, and that young man went out via four personal fouls in about five minutes of play, to be followed per the same vehicle bv Raymond I). Williamson, A.Ik, shortly thereafter, and the game was thrown, tied and branded. Ryan and Ohlandt made a determined effort to save the day, but the squad’s teamwork suffered so greatly through the loss of the regulars that the Bears won out easily. Lauterwasser, who. despite his diminutive architecture, proved the greatest forward in the league, had his first chance in the league with the Varsity in this game and proved a wonderful asset to the Ignatians. Though the newspapers questioned their ability to repeat—a question rather decidedly answered by Santa Clara’s decisive victory over them—the L of C. squad had nicked our record badly but not our hopes, for it was generally conceded that we displayed better teamwork than the Bears, and had Cronin not been so disastrously ejected the result would probably have been quite different. While Mel may not be the96 run IGXATIAX fastest man in the world nor the most wonderful shot, his height, strength and willingness combined with a lot of fight and basketball craft proved invaluable assets to the Ignatians. St. Ignatius, 33; Stanford, 29. In what a local paper described as "the fastest basketball game ever played on the Pacific Coast. ’ the Varsity humbled the great Stanford squad. As the latter had beaten Santa Clara, they had high hopes of the championship and played the hardest possible game against our crew, but the splendid teamwork of the Varsity was too much for the Cardinal. Lauterwasser was the individual star of the contest, ringing baskets from impossible angles and most difficult positions, generally from the arms of the opposition guards. The diminutive star negotiated, with Molken-buhr. some of the best basketball St. Ignatius fans have ever witnessed, while Cronin held down the formidable Righter with a vengeance. At half time we led 22 to 9. Put trust the doughty Crimson to die hard. In the second half Stanford came back with their proverbial fighting finish, and amid the keenest excitement ran the score up to within two points of the Ignatians. About the time our rooters began to develop acute hysterisis however. "Lautie” dropped in two long field goals and cinched the contest. ()hlandt was put on Righter for the last two minutes of the play and gave a good demonstration of the Siamese twins with the blond star of the Palo Altans and the doom of Stanford’s hopes was sealed. This contest tied l C, Santa Clara and St. Ignatius for first place and relegated Stanford to second place in the league. St. Ignatius, 31; University of Nevada, 24. Our next victory found the exponents of the Divorce system on the short end of the score. The game was hard fought and fast but lacked team play on either side. Lauter-wasser was the Ignatians' chief point-getter in this contest also. Mackenzie for the losers did some tall indi-IARS1TY ATHLETICS 97 victual playing and gave our guards a hard tussle, but the consistent shooting of the Varsity kept us safely ahead. At that the Nevadans played an unexpectedly good game, and the score was never too one-sided to take the edge oft the excitement. St. Ignatius, 17; Santa Clara, 18. "This was the most unkindest cut of all.” The local dailies termed it the most exciting game in years, and exciting it undoubtedly was. At the same time it put us out of a championship under circumstances that would wring tears from the eyes of a Monte Cristan gambler. The Ignatians. in the first half, outplayed the heavier, taller Missionites to a tare-ye-well. Maroevich and Williamson playing a wonderful game at guard while Lauterwasser and Molkenbuhr. the smallest physical and largest etymological combination in the league, played like meteors. At half time the Varsity led 10 to 5. And therein lies a tale. The scorers had “Mokkie” credited with one field and one foul goal, whereas that young man and a dozen reliable witnesses will swear he shot two field goals and no fouls, which would make the score at the end of the half 11-5. Moreover, Referee Harris pulled one that we claim was a “Zimmerman.” I.auterwasser was fouled while making a shot, the whistle being blown while the ball was in the air. Harris held up two fingers indicating that the basket, which Lautie dropped in as the whistle blew, should go to our credit and that we should be allowed two foul shots. He went so far as to go to the side-lines, call for a rule book, and in answer to the query of our coach as to the decision, said: “The score counts: 1 will not argue with anyone.” Despite this, he allowed the captain of the opposing team to decide the game against us in favor of Santa Clara. For Demetrio Pasquale Diaz talked at him with his hands for some several minutes with such success that the arbiter changed his decision, throwing out the field goal scored and allowing but one98 THE IC XATI AX foul shot. Had the goal thrown been allowed we had, ere now, a full title to the championship. In the second half the game tore along at about the same proportionate score. Manager Hill Thorpe decided the team needed some new blood and replaced our rangy Mel with the comparatively small Ohlandt. W herefore Vicini demonstrated that a good big man is considerably better than a good little man and Santa Clara began to creep up despite the desperate efforts of the Ignatians. Three men under 145 pounds on an unlimited team, especially against a heavy team like the Mission squad, put a team under a handicap and Manelli aided and abetted by Vicini shot with fatal accuracy until, with about one-nineteenth of a second left to play, he put in the basket that robbed us of our laurels. One class we have little love for is the squealer type, but we claim that the loss of that contest was one hard luck fluke. St. Ignatius, 40; St. Mary’s, 16. That hard luck doesn’t dampen Ignatian spirit was well shown on the following week when we took the hard-fighting St. Mary's squad down the line for a decisive trimming. The Oaklanders were weakened by the loss of their star forward. Ritchie, but put up a good battle for the first half, the period ending with the Varsity leading 8-5. Griffiths did some good work for the enemy in this connection and it looked like a battle to the tape. Hut in the second we hit our stride and began dropping them in in old-time form. Lautie was quite prominent but Captain Eddie proved his real worth with basket after basket, the guards being totally unable to hold him away from the hoop. The transbay team deserved a better fate as they put up a good, clean battle, but they caught the Ignatians at a psychologically unfortunate moment while the Santa Clara contest was still rankling our breasts and the onesidedness of the score testified to the vengefulness of the Varsity. Xick Maroevich, younger member of the for-WARSITY ATHLETICS 99 midable combination of affectionate brothers, and “W'incie" Uallinan materially aided the Ignatians in this contest. And so we close the career of our valiant squad. The Ionati. x takes occasion to congratulate them not only on the successful season they completed but on what is far more to their credit, the clean, sportsmanlike quality they displayed in every contest. And we must not neglect to render due praise to Hill Thorpe, whose energy and indefatigability were large factors in bringing the team to such a height of efficiency. Gerard J. Casey. ijiglj 8 rfrtutl Athlrtirs BASKETBALL. Another basketball season is over. 'This year almost undivided attention was given to the development of weight teams in the 110-lb. and 130-lb. classes. The success attending the various teams representing the Red and Blue on the basketball court is due greatly to Mr. A. J. Oyarzo, S. J., Athletic Moderator of the High School, through whose untiring efforts as well as through the generous support accorded him by the managers and players of the respective teams, St. Ignatius High had teams on the door of which she might well be proud. Shortly after the season was begun, the 110-lb. Team came into the limelight as a strong contender for honors in the San Francisco Athletic League. Under the able management of “Charlie" Roden and captained by “Jeff" Gaffney, this team played eighteen games in all, together with four S. F. A. L. games. Of the former only six were lost; of the latter only one was lost. W e shall say nothing about the outside games, except that the team was out to win, which means that when this peppery bunch of youngsters started scoring, they usually kept it up until the final whistle. Captain "Jeff" Gaffney led the way and the rest just followed suit. The 110's were scheduled to meet seven teams in the S. F. A. L. The first contest was with Polytechnic »HIGH SCHOOL BASKETBALL. 130-LB. BASKETBALL TEAM. 110-LB. BASKETBALL TEAM. W. Rice. J. Looney, A. J. Oyarzo. S. J.; E. Kelly C. Keith, C. R. Boden (Mqr.), P. Morrissey. A. J. Oyarzo, S. J.: E. Cullinan, T. Conklin G. McCormick. M. O'Brier. (Capt.), J. Conlan, J. Cavanagh, D. Clancy F. Cunningham, J. Gaffney (Cnpt.), J. LaneHIGH SCHOOL ATHLETICS 101 “Phil” Lane, Team High, and was a hard-fought affair throughout. It sounds like an alibi to say that two of our men were down with the “llu," yet such was the case: however, as the superior ability of the Polyites won them the League Pennant in the 110-lb. division, there was no disgrace in being defeated by such a team. The final score was: Poly 33, St. Ignatius 13. The team next met and disposed of. in succession, Commerce, 43-31 ; Cogswell, 34-10; Lowell. 01-12. fhe teams representing Mission, Lick and Sacred Heart College forfeited, giving our youngsters second place in the race. Circle blocks were awarded to the following members of the squad: First and foremost, the star of the team, Captain “Jeff" (iaffney: smiling "Chesty" Keith; “Eitie" Cullinan, next to Mayor Rolph the Pride of the Mission; “Pop" Cunningham; “Speed" Lane, Gaffney's right-hand man; “Teddy" Conklin and Morrissey. Two of these basketers, Gaffney and were chosen as members of the All-Star 110-lb. of the S. F. A. L. The 130-lb. Team Hying the S. I. colors started the season with a rush, but like the 110’s were unfortunate, for one of the strongest teams of the S. F. A. L. opposed them in the opening game. To lose a game by the close score of 31 to 30, and that in the last halfminute of the play, is hard, yet such was the case in the S. I.-Humboldt game. Our boys kept the lead up to the very last, but at the critical moment the old Jinx came out from under the house, and the tide of battle turned, so that the gong found us on the short end of the score. The 130’s defeated Lowell in a fast and scrappy contest, 34 to 28, and had no trouble in disposing of Cogs-will, 33 to 18. The season went along smoothly until they met Poly, and here again defeat was hung on them. It was real basketball from start to finish, enlivened by the fistic prowess of Captain “Handsome Fat" O’Prien. Put his loss to the team helped Poly to win by the big margin of 48 to 18. The line-up of the team was: “Marty" O’Prien, Cap- tain; “Pill" Rice, “Jack" Cavanagh, “Mickey" Clancey,102 Till: IGXATIAX “Al" Popes. “Joe” Looney, “Mac McCormick, and “Spider” Kelly. The Brownie League. The Brownie League, under the able direction of Mr. F. A. Accjuistapace, S. J., was a success in every way. On March 26th, after three weeks of “squeaky pep,” the final game was played off by the “Pigmies” and the “Kcwpies.” Though the “Kewpies” remained well in the lead throughout, still the mighty “Pigmies” did not give up the fight without a struggle. The final score was in favor of the “Kewpies.” 24 to 7. Those who started on the winning team were: Captain Xeil Loughlin, “Jimmy” Deistel, “Handsome” Melvin, “Ruffy” Tienan, “Dinkey” Peggs, “Squeeky” Maguire, and above all, the coach, the lightning basket shooter of the 110s, “Jeff” Gaffney. Interclass Basketball. Interclass basketball was ushered in with no end of enthusiasm and pep. Each class was represented by a team to bring the “bacon” home. For two weeks the struggle continued. The deciding game was played between Third Year and Second Year, and it was a battle royal. When the dust cleared away, the Third Year classmen were awarded the pennant. 36 to 26. Numerals were granted to Captain “Marty” O’Brien, “Joe” Looney, “Bres" Conlan, “Jack” Cavanagh, Gerald Coakley, “Tony” Glynn and “Bill" Mullaney. INTERCLASS TRACK. On Saturday morning, March 22d, when the fog lifted, nearly one hundred spike-clad athletes were revealed on the Golden Gate Park cinder paths. The event was the annual Interclass Track Meet, one of the best attended and closely contested meets held for many seasons. The contest was divided into Senior and Junior divisions, the latter being subdivided into the 100-lb., 110-lb., 120-lh. and 130-lb. classes. In the Senior Division the honors were carried off by Fourth Year High with 49 points: the nearest competitor was Third Year, with 13 points, gathered chiefly by Charlie Ruggles, who scored half of them. “Jimmy” Duffy, the candy-store magnate, was the stellar performer of the SeniorHIGH SCHOOL ATHLETICS 103 meet, gaining first places the events. Tom Mahoney winning easily the 880-yd. Year’s other points were O’Brien. and last but not owing to for Fourth Year in half of of the same class came next, and one-mile runs. Fourth tallied by Harney. Devine, least (insert by the Editor, the modesty of our scribe), “Gene" O’Meara, who with "Jimmy” Duffy, holds the keys to the Terrestrial Paradise, the Candy Store. Phis quartette ran a little meet all their own, and swelled the number of points for the class. There was a touch of real excitement in the Relay, won by Fourth Year: the winning team was made up of “Tom’ Mahoney, “Gene” (VMeara. “Charlie” Harney, and “Jimmy” Duffy. The Junior Meet was won easily by First Year, with 68 points, followed by Second Year with 39 points. In the 100-lb. class “Jimmy” O’Gara captured the trophy with 10 individual points: “Teddy” Conklin and "Pop” Cunningham outran all in the 110-lb. division, while “Jeff” Gaffney scored the highest number of points for the 120’s, and tied with “Pop” Cunningham for the greatest number of individual points in the entire meet. Herman Gilly carried off the honors in the 130-lb. class. In the Senior Meet numerals were awarded to the following: J. Duffy ’19, T. Mahoney ’19. G. Devine 19, H. O’Brien ’19, E. Brown ’20, C. Ruggles ’20, and Martina 22. Among the Juniors those who gained numerals were: J. Gaffney, H. Gilly, J. Dowd, T. Conklin, E. Farrell, all of '22: F. Cunningham, J. O’Cara, P. Devine, all of ’21, and P. Daley, ’20. A word of thanks must be offered to those who kindly consented to act as officials of the meet. Not the least of these was the efficient announcer, “Charlie” Boden, 19, whose stentorian tones “out-foghorned” the famous “Foghorn” Murphy. BASEBALL. The baseball season was opened with a series of interclass games for the purpose of picking a repre-104 THU IG.XATLIX sentative squad. Even the fog could not dampen the ardor of the players, who were out to hang the pennant 011 the classroom wall. Six games were played in all; the final game, played by Third and Second on April 10, turned out to be a rather one-sided affair, Third Year winning by a score of 11 to 0. Numerals were awarded to the ’20 pastimers: J. Conlan, J. Carlin. G. Coakley. A. Glynn, E. Corbett, M. OT rien. P. Daley, I.. Donohue. V. Mullaney, D. McQuaid and E. P»rown. As the Ignatian goes to press, the High School Paseball Team has gotten under way, and, captained by “Jimmy” Duffy, is putting up a good brand of the grand old game. Due to the fact that our High School closes so early in comparison to the other schools in the city. St. Ignatius did not enter a team in the S. E. A. L., but will play independent ball. The line-up of the team follows: J. Duffy, J. Mcaney, pitchers; L. Cosgrove, T. Ryan, catchers: I. Hall, 1st: E. Cunningham, 2nd; G. Coakley, 3rd: E. Kelley, ss.: J. Conlan, M. O’Prien, E. Krown. C. Harney. E. Corbett. A. Glynn, outfielders. The Midget Team. The speedy little Midgets are out on the diamond every day, and bid fair to add to the laurels gained by Midget teams of previous years. They won their hr t game by defeating the boys from St. James ’ High, several of whom towered head and shoulders over our youngsters. A good schedule has been arranged for them, and they are confident of victory. “Lefty” Mc-Grory is mound performer, with “Teddy” Conklin on the receiving end : with “Jeff” Gaffney on first, “Chesty” Keith on second, Pete Kelly on third, and “Euie” Cul-linan playing short, we have an infield hard to beat. In the outfield are: “Pete” Olson, “Dave” Clancy. “Cocoa” Ghirardelli, “Ed” Farrell and Neil Loughlin. Hu gene L. O’Meara.'Che Ignatian stands behind all its advertisers : : : Patronize them, and thus show your appreciation of our efforts and their assistance : : : : : : :106 .11)1' : RT1SEM EXTS Waist Scam Coats The waist-seam suit’s the thing this season for young men HART, SCHAFFNER St MARX Built these splendid all-wool clothes that save; in the right weaves for Hi-Bovs. Come in and look them over. We’ve done it right. You'll find them in all sizes at MARKET AT STOCKTON San Francisco Also at ()akland. Berkeley, Fresno, and at “The Regent,” Palo Alto. 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