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Paths of the Padres...................................... 7
A Song of the Road...................................... 12
Our President........................................... 16
The Smith-Towner Bill................................... 17
The Hermit’s Rosary..................................... 24
A Son of Two W orlds.................................... 26
Solid Rock or Shifting Sand?............................ 34
The Two Brothers........................................ 40
The Gasoline Dash....................................... 42
The Isle that Jack Found................................ 45
fonsignor 1 Jenson.................................... 53
A Tribute to a Friend................................... 57
Blood Is Thicker Than—?................................. 59
Law Notes............................................... 71
L’niversity Notes....................................... 80
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HE long- solitude of the centuries in Cali-
fornia, the early explorations through its trackless canyons and parched hills, the foundation of the rude and simple missions, the rule of the Spanish military governors, the revolt against Spanish dominion, the romance and happy idleness
of the Mexican era, the unique Rear Flag Republic, the hauling down of the Bear Flag at Monterey and the raising of the Stars and Stripes, the days of ‘‘forty-nine,” the development of a prosperous State! Do we understand it all? Do we appreciate the past glory of California ?
Ask the Oriental, squatting dreamy-eyed with his fuming pipe, to describe his poppy-dreams. For us also the California poppy has an influence—a tyrannous delicious spell—unless we are of those who motor luxuriously up and down the State, or travel in commercial haste along the city streets, unashamed of our ignorance of the past, feeling never a desire to learn of the men, the modes, the manners that were once realities upon the same landscapes, beneath the same California skies.
The laudable effort, now being made to restore and preserve the California Missions is an encouraging symptom. But let us not be satisfied with mere romance. Poetry and rambling phrases concerning the missions have been fed up to us even to surfeit. There are those who see in the missions nothing but flimsy charm. For all other purposes they were stupid, crude attempts at civilization by a mediaeval, old fashioned church when no other means for civilization were at hand. There are those who look upon the missions as mere resting places for chattering tourists, mere models of a unique8
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architecture. Rather, let us recognize in the missions the wisdom and adaptability of a wonderful institution.
The narration of the years of slow progress, of the untold hardships, the discouraging failures, the painful journeys, the perilous voyages experienced and endured before the final establishment of the missions is calculated to awaken in us a knowledge of what the missions represented in the development of the West; to suggest to us the cost of California in effort, in life and in gold: to impress us with the realization that California was not only the cradle of Pacific civilization but also the culminating point of two centuries of military toil and missionary progress.
Truly we may with some appropriateness apply to the missionary era in California what the poet of Mantua sang of the foundation of Rome. “Tantac molts erat Ro-manam conderc gentem."
It was through Mexico and the trails of Sonora and Lower California that the ever advancing line of missions and missionaries found a way into the mountains and valleys of California. Mexico was first discovered in 1511, nineteen years after the discovery of America by a Spanish navigator. At that time Mexico was the seat of the famous and magnificent empire of Montezuma. We first learn that the conversion of the natives was an object of the Mexican conquest, when we read in the report of Cortez to the emperor, dated 1524, the following: ‘‘I have sent to supplicate Your Imperial Majesty that you have the goodness to provide for this end religious persons of good life and example.” In advancing the pale of civilization from coast to coast in Mexico and in founding the pueblos of the new country, a padre always accompanied the explorers.
Although it had always been the intent of the Spanish authorities in Mexico to explore and colonize California, even as late as 1768 the sea coast and valleys of our statePATHS OP THE PAPKES
remained unvisited, save when some lone tempest tossed bark was hurled against its shores or driven by adverse winds into the fog shrouds of its beaches. Rumors of a Russian migration from the frozen realms of Alaska incited the Spaniards to action. Galvez was instructed to send two expeditions, one by land and one by sea, into California. 'Phis long desired opportunity was seized with joy by the Franciscan friars and especially by Father Junipero Serra, the future founder of Monterey and Carmel.
In all ages men have been raised up by God, filled with the holy spirit, who, being sent forth by the Church, have brought new nations to the fold of Christ for the advancement and glory of Mother Church. Augustine went forth at the request of Gregory and planted the cross in Kent. St. Patrick, the slave boy, carried the Gospel to Ireland. St. Francis sailed to Goa, and dispelled the misery and darkness of the Indies with the light of the Faith. And here the name of Junipero should adorn the illustrious list. For despite the fact that men have never manifested to Serra a gratitude, commensurate with his incalculable deserts, they have recognized that only by his tireless, dauntless efforts, was the spiritual and material glory of California made possible.
The land and sea expeditions set forth. M e may easily imagine the hardships of the explorers aboard their ships, the weary sea nights, the ravages of dread scurvy, the anxious hours of prayer amidst the thundering sweep of the storm. And what must have been the trials of that little band of land explorers, driving their herds before them through the parched deserts of lower California? Can we not see Padre Serra, hampered by his long gown, footsore and exhausted, yet ever whispering a word of cheer to the slowly marching soldiers.
'Phe fruits of the labors of Serra and Don Gaspar de Portola were the missions of San Diego and San Carlos. The latter is more generally known as Carmel mission.JO
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Years of such toil and patience resulted in the establishment of a long chain of famous missions, along the “El Camino Real.” To recite the names of these missions from San Diego in the south to Sonoma in the north is to recite a most beautiful Litany of the Saints. Why do we not learn more of this wonderful period?
W hile engrossed in the temporal activities of their missions, while attending to the field, the table and the flock, while leading with gentle hand “the strange, sad, melancholy savage” along the paths of labor, the California missionaries bore ever in their hearts a wonderful zeal for their higher spiritual duties. Their temporal labors were but the means by which they accomplished their nobler supernatural purpose. The feeble Indian mind could not grasp the most fundamental and primary truths: the dull edge of their intellects could not penetrate the simplest abstract problems. Their inherited slowness of comprehension convinced the wise Franciscan that, not along the path of knowledge, but along the path of honest labor and wholesome toil should the neophyte be led. Many calumnies have been uttered against the missionaries: much criticism of the mission system has been made. An unprejudiced, diligant inquiry, however, will disclose only that which was appropriate, noble and innocent, will only increase the glory of the humble padres of California.
After reverting even for a moment to the mission days, after awakening memories that hover about ivied walls and lonely sanctuaries, we can not without a pang of regret turn from those warmful, interesting scenes of mission history to the cold, crumbling adobe that to-day marks in silence the old grounds and the old days.
And yet all is not lost. There yet remains a beauty thriving in ruins, an enchantment surrounding whitened walls, a romance filling the California breeze. The missions are impressive still.PATHS or THE PADRES
If the ruined mission, a temple bereft of its ceremonies, a sanctuary without spirituality, a crumbling corpse, long since separated from the religious activity that animated it, appears, even thus, beautiful to the eye, what must have been its attractiveness, its grandeur, when it was livened by the peal of the Angelus, bestirred by the thread of sandled feet, vivified by the presence of its soul—the ritual of a practiced faith ? Fair and stately in death, it must have been of a transcendent beauty in the bloom of life.
'I'he explanation of the California mission’s present loveliness is seen when we reflect that every great institution leaves its impress upon future ages. The temples of the Greeks are buried under the debris of years. The Roman forums are barely traceable in the dust of centuries but their influence still lives and they speak—even from their ruins.
So it is with the California mission. It’s beneficent influence survives. It is eloquent even in its mute and silent ruin. The California mission will last forever. The padre could exclaim, with Horace. “Exegi menu-mentum acre perenniusr12
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V in cent William Hallinan, A. ! ., ’19.
There’s something in the camp fire’s light That’s kinda got me going to-night;
I Relieve me. Bo, I’ve got it right—
The fever’s coming back :
(hit yonder where the grey pack reigns. The night is whispering to the plains.
The night-wind’s spell is in my veins.
It drives me in its track.
I’m due to go; I know the sign;
There's something in this blood of mine That calls me off the beaten line.
Bids “Come” and go I must;
It’s foundling of the South-sea’s spray, The zephyrs of the mountain way.
It’s jungle depths and sea-lapped cay,
It’s called the Wanderlust!
A thousand times I’ve tried to shake Away the charm its memories wake,
I’ve bent my very heart to break
Its sinister spell, and then
Out of the South would conic the call;
I’d see the well-known scenes and all The old familiar haunts, and fall.
Ah! what a curse it’s been!
And with what strength it holds the man Who follows in its causeless van:
It’s held in thrall since time began The race that don’t fit in;
Xor does its mystic message seek The craven-hearted or the weak.
And those who learn at last to speak Its siren tongue are men:
Spill on their tracks the midnight trainsA SO SC OF THE ROAD
( )r the flung snow-drift of the plains Freezes the life Flood in the veins ()f the unfit, for they That take the fortune of the road Shall know the force of hunger’s goad. They learn to write in hardship’s code The lives they fling away.
There was one once, a pal I had.
And with what clasp this siren mad Held him! He was a Harvard grad Who’d thrown life for a loss;
He had a fighter’s jaw and lips.
A hero's thews like corded whips From shoulder span to tapering hips. Lord! What a man he was!
I hit like those fleeting storms that rise Across the changing vernal skies,
Murned in the blue depths of his eyes.
The world-old restlessness.
And when life smiled—Alas! How rare! He'd sing me songs that told how fair The poet’s soul was bound somewhere Leneath the hobo’s dress.
And many a lazy Summer day.
Stretched on some meadow lawn we’d lay, While he regaled the hours away With tales his fancy drew;
He’d conjure from his fertile brain Songs of the forest and the plain,
And where, adown the Southern main.
The Summer isles are blue;
And ever would his poetry steal Lack to some fanciful Ideal,
An Island kingdom—and Cecile.
The lady of his dreams.
“Cecile,’’ says he. “the days are drear.14
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The Autumn leaves are brown and sere; And all the paths that brought us near Are fading off; it seems Our Island home will be the bars Whereon the foam of Cosmic wars Breaks from the guidons of the stars;
111 find you only there.
Oh, Life has been a farce to me That turns at last to tragedy:
I feel it isn’t long to be And I don’t even care.”
Say, he was right, believe me. Bo;
I learned the lesson long ago,
And wonder why it is I go;
What’s born in the bone Is measure of the blood, they say.
Who? Harvard? Oh, he went away,
I guess I’ll go myself some day With lots of them I’ve known.
We hopped the freight for Chi one night, And I remember now how white His face was, and the fever’s light Was throbbing in his eyes;
Then, Holy Smoke, how cold it grew. While grim we clung with fingers blue, Across the rods, a foot or two Above the snow-hid ties.
For hours that were a space of Hell,
A horror Dante couldn't tell.
Half-frozen by the tempest’s swell,
We still hung grimly on;
Till, out across the flashing snow,
I saw the lights of Buffalo:
I turned my head to tell him so—
And Harvard—he was gone;
Gone as a thousand others go.a soxg of run road
Under the driving wheels; and though He’d lived and died a common Bo, Somehow I like to feel That somewhere in the realms of light Life's failures and life’s faults despite. Mis vagrant soul found rest that night, Mis island—and Cecile.16
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It is with feelings of deep appreciation that, as President of St. Ignatius College, I accept the dedication of the present issue of The Ioxatiw. The labors of the youthful authors are as the returns of a pleasing harvest to the master of the field.
Pius L. Moore, S. L President.(Eijr Hill
Wll.I.IAM T. SWEIGERT, ’21
Awarded Cold Medal in College Oratorieal Contest Out of the past with its historic conflict between lovers of liberty and usurpers of authority; out of a past, resounding with the clash of rebellious steel against the stone strongholds of royal power, there emerged, at last, in seventeen hundred and eighty-seven, a product of that incessant struggle, a realization of the ideals for which men had been long striving, a splendid monument of constructive political genius—the Constitution of the I’nited States.
That document, though a noble and highly successful effort to enthrone liberty upon the solid rock of union, was, after all, an experiment—to be tested in time—to be preserved and wisely interpreted by Americans, or to be nullified and misconstrued by the fanatics of future years.
One problem, especially, was entrusted by hopeful patriots to the mercy of the years. How much powrer shall the Federal government possess, and how much power shall be reserved to the individual States?
The time to defend the Federal government against the perils of nullification, against the immoderate claims of proud, confederate States is happily past.
liut the time to protect the States against the gradual encroachments of Federal power is unfortunately at hand.
For. today there is a powerful minority, infected with the virus of paternalism, imbued with an intense desire to impose its narrow theories upon this nation. That eager minority is seeking to vest an unconstitutional and sinister control in the departments of the Federal government.
Years ago, Robert Hayne rose up in the senate, pleaded with eloquence and directness for his ingenious doctrine of Nullification, boldly impugned the authority of the18
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central government. Men of the confederacy tore themselves from the embrace of loved ones in their southern homes, marched off, and stumbled to their death in the blood-stained ruts of honorable battlefields!
Not so these modern extremists. Theirs is not the courage and the faith of the rebel, but the cunning and duplicity of the traitor. Not in masterful debate, not beneath the hot, scarlet sky of battle do they challenge the right of the States to govern themselves in matters which the States long ago reserved to themselves. Hut by means of deception and propaganda they wax strong. In the vehicle of ambiguous and indirect legislation they advance their pernicious schemes, all the while lulling us into complacent optimism with their siren songs of Americanism, placating us with their evasive explanations, deceiving us with their protestations of regard for constitutional rights.
Vet. when we decline to accept these assurances, when we wake ourselves from apathetic indifference, when we delve with inquiring mind for the truth, what do we find? We find a menace to the Constitution, an instrument of autocracy, a document capable of creating in America the most oppressive, the most odious of all monopolies—a monopoly over the human mind.
Fraught with just such possibilities is the Smith-Towner Bill pending in the Congress of the I’nited States today.
The Smith-Towner Bill proposes to organize a new and powerful Bureau of Education at W ashington. Tt further provides that Congress shall grant to this educational department an annual appropriation of a hundred million dollars. The Bureau of Education shall have power to dispose of this Federal gold to the States for educational projects—on one condition. The States must surrender the privilege of local education. The States must submit to Federal control. The States must acceptTHE SMITH-TOWNER BILL
a Federal educational program, conceived and formulated, not by an angel, not even by an acknowledged genius, but by a very ordinary, fallible, uninspired, political appointee,— titled Secretary of Education. He shall be the dispenser of wisdom! He shall be the arbiter of our destiny, our life and our thought!
I’nder other circumstances it would be prosaic, trite, unnecessary to state that our Federal government is a government of limited and delegated power. But the profound ignorance or the deliberate evasion of this fundamental principle, manifested by proponents of the Smith-Towner Bill, provokes an argument in reply.
The Federal government, being a government of delegated powers and holding of its own right no original jurisdiction, may legislate, may operate, may control, only in matters enumerated and granted by the people in the Constitution. But never have the people either by express grant, by implied concession or by judicial interpretation, delegated to the Federal government an authority to control in the matter of popular education. W as it by oversight that the framers of the Constitution refused to confer such power upon the Federal government? Ah. no! There in old Independence Hall matters of education engaged the attention, the talents, the superlative wisdom of those men. What was the decision of Washington, of Madison, of Franklin, yes. even of Alexander Hamilton, the Federalist? Simply this: A matter so intimately
affecting the welfare of local communities should be reserved entirely to the States and is not a proper subject for Federal control.
Easily seen then is the logical conclusion from these premises. Whatever legislation seeks to vest educational control in the Federal government and to deprive the States of their traditional prerogative is inconsistent with the theory of our policy and subversive of the American Constitution.20
Such Federalization may be accomplished directly—or it may be accomplished indirectly. I do not assert that the Smith-Towner Bill in its present form is a positive usurpation of control bv the Federal government or a direct denial of the right of the State control. (Ostensibly the bill is a generous effort on the part of the Federal government to assist and encourage State education and. apparently, makes acceptance of the Federal educational programme optional with the States.
But I do assert that the Smith-Towner Bill is an attempt to accomplish, indirectly, that which would be. if accomplished directly, flagrantly violative of the Constitution. The bill makes it possible for the Federal government to arrogate and assume educational control by means of the potent compulsion of Federal finance. It depends for the attainment of its purpose upon a truth constantly demonstrated in recent years—what the Federal government finances, the Federal government will ultimately control.
A proper understanding of the spirit of the Constitution compels us to admit that the proponents of such legislation are seeking to undermine what they can not safely overthrow; they are ignoring that ancient maxim of jurisprudence which says: “That which may not be done directly may not be done indirectly.” Advocates of the Smith-Towner Bill flaunt their banners of Americanism through the nation. Vet they are supremely inconsiderate of every American institution and the spirit of the Constitution itself, when it obstructs the scheme by which they hope to Federalize the education, which rightfully belongs to the people and to the States. They are encouraging, instead of discouraging, a modern, un-American tendency toward centralization of power.
Do you not recognize in such legislation a typical effort of self-constituted, ambitious infatuated reformers to satiate their wilful passions for state paternalism?THE S I ITH-TOI l r E R Ell A,
Where, then, are the enemies of America today? They come not in martial array, marching to the drumbeat, with bayonets flashing in the morning sun. Rther they lurk in our midst, imposing artfully upon our credulity, measuring the limits of our tolerance, availing themselves of our sense of national security.
W herever reform shall strain the ancient guarantees of liberty, wherever bigotry shall lay its fatal hands upon education, wherever ignorance shall strike at constitutional rights, wherever corruption shall poison the springs of national life, there are to be found the enemies of America. Shall they triumph? The past calls to us to vindicate its wisdom, the present charges us with its treasures, the future demands of us its hopes. Let us. then, meet these enemies: let us condemn their legislation: let us impress upon them that the existing Constitution, until changed by authentic and explicit act of the people, is binding upon all Americans—even upon the proponents of the Smith-Towner Bill.
There is one method by which the objects of the bill might be legally attained. We can amend the Constitution once more. We can sink into the bogs of national apostacy. W’e can dole out our liberties to the Federal government until not a drop of freemen’s blood courses through our veins. Yes. we can amend the constitution. At the behest of an artful minority, we could sell our heritage for thirty pieces of silver. But with God’s help, we shall not yield. W’e will not so disfigure and mar the fine fabric of the Constitution that it shall appear before the whole world an ugly patch quilt of gaudy amendments!
At a convention in eighteen hundred and forty-seven, Prince Rismark, Prussia’s Iron Chancellor, expressed the theory of German government. “The German Crown,” he said, “derives its authority by grace, not of the people, but of God and it has merely of its free will given to the people a portion of its rights.” In harmony with such aTHE IGNAT I AN
theory was the Prussian educational monopoly. A Kultus-minister at Berlin, a heirarchy of educational officials tainted the German mind with vile materialism: dulled and moulded the German intellect; inculcated the doctrines of Kultur. The purpose of it all was the aggrandizement of the German State. The sad consequences of it all were: first, the development of a narrow, belligerent nationalism—than a red tide surging back and forth across the fairest harvests of Europe—barricades, massacres and revolution,—abdication, political collapse—and finally a once powerful nation prostrate and groaning beneath the crushing burden of its own autocratic past. For this were the German people educated !
W e have no Prussian political theory in America to facilitate the process of our mental enslavement. What is the American theory of government? Read it in the Declaration of Independence: “All governments derive their just powers from the consent of the governed.”
Yet there are those in America who would make the Capitol at Washington the spring and fountain of American thought, that it might be poisoned, adulterated, Federalized at its source upon the whim and caprice of every irresponsible Secretary of Education. How odious to
men who love the vigor and freshness of original thought is this modern conspiracy to deliver American intelligence into the hands of politics, to thrust American morality to the mercies of bigotry: yes—to entrust American public opinion to the very government which that public opinion should rightfully influence and control.
If the proponents of such legislation as the Smith-Towner Bill must ultimately triumph, let them at least dignify their efforts with consistency. Let them not undermine, evade, nullify and degrade with insult a venerable charter of American liberty. Rather let them relegate it to the shades of a past that loved liberty: let themTHE S IITH-T0IVNER BILL
abolish the Constitution, reject it entirely and place some Bismark in control at Washington.
As Americans, then, we must be vigilant. But the time has come when as Christians we must be more than vigilant. W’c must be active. W e must open wide our eyes that we may witness the fury with which atheism stalks abroad in the land, hurling its challenge to our powers, scoffing at our sensibilities, contemning our intelligence, menacing our institutions. It is high time that we take cognizance of such legislation as the Smith-Towner Bill, the ultimate effect of which will be to wound unto the death the splendid cause of private education. Such has been the tendency, such has been the inevitable consequence in every nation where nationalization of the schools has been attempted.
But why should we be so solicitous for the cause of private education? What is the place of the private school in America?
“Of all the dispositions and habits which lead to political prosperity, religion and morality are indispensable supports.” These are no words of mine. They are the parting words of George Washington in his farewell address.
Religion! Morality! Is public education today supplying these indispensable supports? Unfortunately but by force of circumstances our educational system may not make even a pretense to a sound system of morality. For they have banished religion from the school. The child goes forth from the home into the schoolroom, its eyes searching the heavens for God, its child beat craving instinctively for the spiritual. “The lambs look up and are not fed.” For all that the public school can offer is a blank and barren secularism.
This is the place of private education in America. We are not ashamed to say that there are. still institutions of every Christian sect and creed that recognize God's24
place and the need of God’s wisdom in the direction of human affairs. As Catholics we have our convents where the veiled nun teaches the child to clasp its hands in prayer. We have our colleges where robed priests sacrifice their lives, that they may ground American youth in the fundamentals of Christian morality and ethics.
W ill you, then, tolerate the triumph of a despicable minority with the Smith-Towner Hill, the initial step in a campaign which must ultimately result in the destruction of the last strongholds of religion and morality in America? Will you not by your protests impress upon the proponents of this measure that we have still in America men and women whose hearts are as rich in genuine patriotism as our valleys are rich in the bounteous fruits of nature; that we have still in America men and women whose minds are as high and noble in Christian sentiment as our mountains are grand and lofty in their cloud-swept regions.
And if courageously you rise to the occasion, if with loyal hearts flaming with the ardor of a righteous indignation, you firmly stand in defense of traditional principles of both your government and your faith, you may rest assured that the Constitution will he respected, the flag will remain secure, and the holy light which issues from the cross on Calvary’s hallowed hill will case its saving beams of benediction on our country.
In the (juiet of vesper he muses On the joys of the days that are dead. As with bowed head he slowly peruses The Ros’rv of years that have sped.THE HERMITS ROSARY
In the purple of fast fading twilight
He sits telling his beads strand by strand. While directly before him in plain sight Runs the time-telling hour-glass sand.
While upon him age surely is creeping.
Is claiming his fast failing strength.
Vet for him age was not made for weeping, Tis no season of wearying length.
Need we look for the source of his glory?
Xav, ’tis obvious, patent and plain—
'Tis the same sweet and beautiful story Which is told on the Rosary’s chain.
What a solace is such a devotion!
What a well-spring of joy and of grace! To feel sure in our every motion
The full power of winning life’s race.
O Maria! Christ’s glorious mother.
O Sweet Virgin! most pure and most wise, We beseech thee, and trust in no other.
For our prayers you will never despise.
With the feelings of John the Apostle,
As when told bv his Lord to “Behold!"
To you, tenderest Mother, most docile, Through the Ros’ry our cares we unfold.
William A. O’Brien.THE I GNAT JAN
A i mt of alum HhirUis
Darrell W. Daly, A. !»., '19
At NIYYA is pouring’ forth her fire!” “The end has come!” “The god is angry!” Such were the cries of the frightened natives of the island of Kau-loa, as they deserted their huts of grass and ran in frenzied haste to the tribal meeting place. It was the first eruption of the volcano in ten years. Huge masses of molten lava seethed to the crater’s rim and bubbled over, to How madly down its side, bearing death and destruction to any form of life that lay in its path. A loud hissing sound filled the air, and the whole scene was illuminated by a red glare that made the cone of the volcano stand out in bold relief.
Soon the square was filled with dark-skinned natives, all prone upon the earth, praying the god to prevent the threatened destruction of the village. The king took his customary position, and commanding attention, prepared to address them.
“lie not alarmed my good people,” he said. “As yet we have suffered no injury. We must not allow ourselves to become unnecessarily frightened, for we may be able to devise some means of averting disaster. Let us hear from our aged and wise adviser Laukuna. Arise Laukuna, and advise your people.”
“My good friends,” he began, “it is indeed a great danger that threatens us. I must confess that I am at a loss to account for our misfortune. Nevertheless, there is one explanation that comes to my mind. Perhaps our all-powerful creator and master is displeased with our manner of living. For years it has been our custom to keep all visitors away from our shores. We have lived entirely by ourselves, not knowing and not caring how the rest of the world served the master. It is true thatA SON OF TWO WORLDS
we have endeavored to serve as best we knew how, but we may not have chosen a way that is pleasing in the eyes of our great father. My advice, then, good people, is that we send one of our tribe out into the world to learn how other men are living. This will take time, but in the meanwhile our good intention should protect us from the wrath of the almighty.’ He bowed graciously toward the king, and turning, walked slowly back to where he had been seated.
“It shall be done,” declared the king. “Hut which one of us shall be sent on this most important mission? Whom shall I choose to be the envoy of my people?”
“Lalatea!” “Send Lalatea!” “Send Lalatea. the young prince!” “Let the young prince go and learn the ways of the great world.”
To be snatched out of the simple life of an island ol the mid-Pacific, and thrust into the midst of the confusion and turmoil of an American city was the lot of the unconventional Hawaiian youth, Lalatea. It he had been swept helplessly along by the swift current ot American every day life and activity, and finally lost forever in the dark pool of failure, no one could have said that the unexpected had happened. Hut instead, after three years of ceaseless study and toil, we find him in the city of Chicago in the person of John Strong, a young business man of keen perception and winning personality. Ever mindful of his mission, he had lost no opportunity to acquaint himself with the characteristics of the American. Tie had labored as men are seldom seen to labor, and in return he had had the satisfaction of reaping a golden harvest, lie had met with unprecedented success in the business world, and with success had come a deep regard for American business systems and American business men.
In the midst of all this mastering of new world ideas, someone struck a chord that resounded and re-28
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sounded, and set the heart of John Strong beating with increased vigor. His mission, his island home, his business,—all were forgotten. He had fallen in love.
When we find him, after three years of sipping knowledge from the American font, he is seated on a large divan before a comfortable open fireplace, and beside him is Miss Mildred Worth. Her mass of sunbeam hair is tucked down over her ears, and her big blue eyes are fairly sparkling with vivacity.
For some time they sat in silence, while Strong gazed intently at the flames as they flickered to and fro. Finally he spoke.
“For three years I have rushed madly on, working, studying, learning more every day of your world and of its customs, thinking of nothing except the salvation of my people. If there were girls around me, I failed to notice their presence. Rut from the first moment I met you everything has been different. Since then, I have been able to think of only one thing. Fate has drawn me across the waters to your side, and fate has put this consuming desire for you into my heart. I dare not drive it out; 1 could not even if I would.”
“It isn’t because T do not love you that T hesitate to promise to marry you.” she replied, “but because I realize that you are not free. You owe a debt to your people that must be paid. IIow could I marry you, knowing that by so doing I was keeping you from them? If you will promise to leave at once for your island home, I will agree to marry you on your return.” She paused and waited for his answer.
“Rut.” he interrupted, “what will become of my business interests? I cannot leave them uncared for.” “I will take care of them. Gordon Phillips is as clever a young fellow as you would want to represent you, and he will do anything that I request.”A SON OF TWO WORLDS
“Mildred," he whispered, “there is one thing that money cannot buy. It is as priceless as the stars of the heavens. We all strive to obtain it, and I will promise to return to my people if you will be mine when I return."
Then followed days of happy planning, days in which he realized as he never had before the joy of living. Mildred arranged a meeting with Gordon Phillips, the outcome of which was that the latter was given full charge of his business interests.
All too soon came the day of his departure, lie had made Phillips promise to entertain Mildred in his absence, but the thought of his own loneliness depressed him.
“I have a wonderful message for mv people." he said to her as they waited for the train to pull out. “America and the American life are wonderful. They must not cut themselves off from the outside world. Since I have been here. I have realized that every one has a definite, active part to play in the great scheme of life, that there is no room for idle onlookers." The bell rang, and with a fervent promise to return as soon as possible, he left her.
San Francisco and the end of the first lap of his journey found him still more depressed. Hoping that the fresh sea breeze would revive his spirits, he took a trip to the beach. As he stood on the esplanade, gazing out at the white-capped billows rushing fiercely in and breaking harmlessly on the glistening sand, he felt even more the desire to abandon his trip and return to Chicago. It was as if some powerful magnetic force was exerting an influence over him, drawing him back to the girl of his dreams.
“Why should I leave happiness behind me," he reflected. “when this mission was thrust upon me?" A picture of his island home drifted before him. There was his father, waiting nervously for his return. Then suddenly this vision faded away. He turned, and walked toward30
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the city with a look of determination upon his face. The call of his people had been drowned out by another call, and he was going back—back to her and happiness.
“No. madam is not in.” replied the maid to his inquiry. “But you will find her at the cafe with Mr. Phillips.” lie summoned a taxi and sped toward her favorite dining place. It was nice of Gordon to be watching out for her. he reflected, as he was carried noiselessly through the darkened streets. But oh, how glad she would be to see him!
The machine dashed up to the curb and stopped, lie leaped out. and entering the restaurant, sought the head waiter. Yes. Miss Worth was there—in box 24. He hurried nervously upstairs and down the passageway to box 24. He cotdd hear their voices. Suddenly he stopped. Mildred was laughing gayly. Certainly she could not be feeling very sad over his absence. He advanced a few steps further, and then hesitated before the portiere that hid the couple within from view. Gordon was speaking.
“I must congratulate you on the way you handled him. You are certainly a wonder.”
“But he was so easy.” Mildred replied, “too easy in fact to make it interesting.”
“I wonder how he will act when he returns and finds that I have gotten away with all of his money.”
“Like the fool that he is. But don’t let that worry you. You should worry how he acts as long as you have his little wad tucked safely away.”
By this time Strong was all but overcome with rage. The realization that these two had played with him as a spider plays with a fly, pierced him like a knife. And he had been caught in the web! His brow was knit, his fists were clenched, his blood coursed through his veins like mad. With one slash of his arm he swept the portieres from their fastenings, and stood before the couple in the room. They stared blankly at him in amazement, theirA SOX OF TWO WORLDS
faces paling, their breath coming with difficulty. For several seconds no one moved. Finally Phillips recovered somewhat, and made a leap for the door. Quick as a beast of the forest John was upon him, and flung him back into the room. For a moment he allowed him to lie where he had fallen, hut then, rushing at him, he grabbed for his throat, and caught it in his vice-like grip. Realizing that he had met his master. Gordon made no attempt to offer resistance, but instead, endeavored to beg for mercy.
“Mercy! Mercy!” hissed John. “Who are you that you should seek mercy at my hands? You who have tricked me, you who have played me for the fool and robbed me. now come whining to me for mercy.” He laughed fiendishly.
“The snares that were meant for me have caught you. you cur. and you will pay the penalty.” His fingers tightened slowly, and as they did so the muscles of the defeated man’s forehead stood out like knots of iron. 'Pile end would come soon. Strong bent over the prostrate form of his foe. a queer smile playing about his lips. As he waited for the last flicker of life to die out. the sound of music came to his ears from the floor below. He listened. It was an Hawaiian orchestra playing the soft, soothing strains of the islands. The plaintive tone of the steel guitar, quivering like a leaf in the breeze, stood out above the rest. His thoughts went back to his home, to his people who were waiting for his return. For a moment he gazed into space. Then, allowing the all but lifeless form to fall to the floor, he turned, and trembling, left the room.
The tribal meeting place was thronged with eager, rejoicing natives. Xot a sound could be heard, save the swishing of the waters against the nearby shore, as the king rose and stood before his assembled people.32
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“For three years ’ he began, “we have waited patiently for the return of our messenger. He has visited the land of wise men. and has returned to tell us what course we should pursue to please the all-powerful one. Let him speak.”
Lalatea. clad in the garb of his people, stood by the side of his father. He gazed silently at the simple, godfearing natives drawn up before him, and then began.
“More than three years ago I left you to go to the far-off land of America. I was to study the customs of the Americans, and then advise you as to whether you should change your mode of living.. I have studied their customs, I have learned their ways. I have lived as they live, and now I have returned to give you counsel.
“The American people serve their god with an everlasting devotion. No effort, no task is too great. In childhood they are taught to worship at the altar of this deity, and in later years they never cease to bow down in homage.
“But this god is not our god. It is a false god. Money, riches, wealth—whatever you wish to call it, is what they seek, is what they serve. For the possession of it lives arc sacrificed and loves are forgotten. The clink of golden coins striking against each other is the only celestial music for which they long.
“Good people, you are fortunate that you have no desire for that which the world seeks. No false god receives the homage that belongs to the great and just preserver of our race. Continue in the future to keep the
white man and his customs far from our isle. Lead the free, simple life of our ancestors, and you will ever be pleasing in the eyes of our all-powerful father."
So saying, he strode through the crowded square, on down to the water's edge. lie gazed up at the blue heavens above, and as a smile illumined his face, his lips moved.
“Great are the blessings that you have bestowed upon
them.” he said, “for in their ignorance they are wise.”w. O'Connor P. Tissot p. O'Brien
V. Vargas I. Maroevich F. McDonald C. Ross
E. Molkenbuhr J. Donahue T. Sullivan E. Larrecou
R. Williamson C. Wiseman A. Healylurk or Shifting Bm h
Edward I. Fitzpatrick, '21
W elcomed as the herald of a new and grander freedom, dreaded as the precursor of lawlessness and discord, lifted to the pinnacles of praise, plunged to the depths of ridicule and scorn, despised for its barbarism, acclaimed in its idealism, yet all the while, in one guise or another occupying the center of man’s attention, is the topic today of Bolshevism. What is it? Whence has it sprung? W hat must we think of it? Are we to embrace or reject its tenets? These and a hundred other questions of a similar character clamor for our solution.
According to the accepted definition of its defenders. Bolshevism means the rule of the majority, and “Bolshevik” is the Russian word for “one of the majority.” It is a new system that has come to us as a product of the surging spirit of reform, a spirit that is sweeping the world, so recently relieved from the horrid tension of history’s greatest war.
That we may examine it more closely, that we may sec it functioning, and with discriminating eye separate the good from the bad in it. the true from the false, its improvements upon and deteriorations from the policy of the old order, let 11s look toward Russia,—the new Russia, the cradle of Bolshevism, where today from Petrograd to Vladivostok, from the Black Sea to the White, the great experiment in government is being made.
There we find an industrial republic, a government of workingmen with the duly elected representatives of workingmen administering the offices of State. From every corner of the vast white country, now we see them come, the delegates of the emancipated millions.
Most apparent is the fact that the system of government has been radically changed. When considered abstractly one system is just as good as the next and un-SOLID ROCK OR SHI FT! KG SASL)
deniably the Soviet governmental plan has great advantages over that of the old regime. Freedom has been given the oppressed. The peasant enslaved and worked by a heartless cruelty in the icy-hell of the Siberian silver mines, the peasant ever a despicable and degraded creature, the jest and mockery of wealth, has finally been released, and today stands blinking and bewildered, his eyes alight with happiness, his body warmed by the rays of freedom’s joyous sunlight. Out of the dust where for centuries he has groveled before the gilded panoply of power, the Soviet has raised him. and now, his own master, he stands vested with a new and becoming dignity and clothed in the robes of a sovereignty which tyranny long denied him. From out the dispiriting gloom of a world of ghastly horrors peopled with the threatening specters of privation and disease, from a life so wretched, an existence so aimless and subversive of ambition that death was often welcomed as a relief, the soviet has rescued the peasantry of Russia.
And as the brazen doors of suppression arc wrenched from the cells of these modern slaves, a flood of light is admitted to dispel the darkness of the centuries. It is the light of education, and through its blessed medium is revealed for the first time to the wondering gaze of the serf the wealth and heaped-up treasure of human knowledge. At last he is permitted to indulge his tastes, to somewhat appease the gnawing hunger of his starved and cramped intelligence. The fields of art, of letters, and of science tempt his exploration. Because of this, the advocates of the Soviet say that ambition stirs the blood which tyranny made stagnant, and all through the agency of reform, all through rebellion against established order and authority, all through Bolshevism.
But even granting that freedom makes possible the education of the masses, their ignorance makes them gullible. With the wondering credulity of children, they hang on every utterance of their leaders and with the unquestioning36
confidence of children they accept their representations a unassailable truth.
For centuries these cowering victims have tracked through the desert sands of ignorance. Their intellects, parched and fevered, have yearned to drink from the fountain-heads of knowledge. Today they stand on the palm-shaded banks of the oasis and the crystal lake calls temptingly to them to gratify their thirst. In their joy they lose their reason. Stifling the voice of prudence, which advises them to sip sparingly and cautiously at first lest the dread chill strike their hearts, they plunge headlong in the pool and are swallowed in the depths. The burning intensity of their desire for drink unfitted them for their plunge.
So it is with the Bolsheviks. They, it is true, have opened the ways to knowledge but have neglected properly to prepare the populace for its reception. The result is most disastrous and we find a people clinging with the same tenacity to a false idea with which a more reasonable being would hold to a true precept. The strength of their belief is the strength of political fanaticism, and we see in Russia a nation wherein a new tyranny has been substituted for the old. a nation ruled by a spirit of vengeful prejudice, a nation where the leveler of persons has become the destroyer of rights. Intoxicated with the spirit of reform, maddened by the memories of a long period of cruel despotism, the iconoclast swings his axe and together with the idols are felled the very pillars of the temple of government ?til the whole structure totters and crumbles and falls in ruinous collapse.
In their anxiety forever to destroy the dangerous derelict of Czarism, narrowness has shown its hand and the Soviet has failed to salvage from the wreck those spars and beams of principle and right which are necessary to all sane government. Without their robust strength to bind and coordinate its parts the craft of the Bolshevistic state is a weak and fragile toy, the plaything of the tempests, soonerSOLID ROCK OR SHIFT1XG SAXD
or later to he engulfed in the swirling vortex of political experiment.
And the spars and beams of which T speak, that are so necessary to the safety of the vessel, are those ever recognized. long established rights of the individual and of the family, the right of private property and the principle of the inviolability of the marriage relation. Vet Bolshevism rejects them both and condemns them as destructive social equality.
Bolshevism as it is understood and practised in Russia today involves a tremendous confiscation of private property. 'I'he time-honored right of the individual to possess land is scrapped as a relic of tyranny. Yet the rule of the majority will only substitute a new form of tyranny for the old. What therefore can be the merits after all of such a change ?
In a preceding paragraph we stated the contention of the advocates of the Soviet that in Russia, with the throwing open of the portals of education, ambition will be stirred in the hearts of the wretched and indifferent. Is this true? Does it not seem that Bolshevism would be rather a strangler of ambition? Does it not remove one of man’s most frequent motives for the desire to increase the extent of his knowledge, a hope by so doing, of personal aggrandizement. I’nder Bolshevism, which is in truth based on the false premise of a natural equality among men, the personality of the individual is lost, is merged in that of society in general. Man chafing under the restraints of a democracy that is in itself a tyranny, deprived of all reasonable hope to increase his fortunes and his power, becomes apathetic and listless in his toil, dissatisfied with his government, while in his heart the ambition, that might otherwise have been directed into the peaceful channels of social or financial betterment is transformed into a consuming desire to be free, not now from the haughty arrogance of a distainful nobility, but from the narrow oppres-38
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sion and crushing intolerance of the masses themselves.
And now let us consider the second and most crying evil of this new governmental system. It is the destruction of the marriage tie. With one sweep of legislation’s sacrilegious blade it would in the name of social equality and enlightenment, sever the holy bonds of love, would disrupt forever the sweet blessedness of family life, would shatter the peace and sanctity of the home, and ignoring the protests of the finer sensibilities of man and woman, would make their union a gross and sordid thing, a thing unworthy of the rational possessors of immortal souls. Vet this new government, this democracy of the Russian Soviet countenances and advocates just such a repellant measure as has been pictured. Moreover it styles this—Progress and a triumph of Freedom. Rather should we call it a triumph of animality over morality and conscience. P»y the hateful and offensive construction which the Bolshevik places upon the meaning of marriage, it loses the sacred significance which ages have attached to it and assures the form of an officially recognized polygamy. Progress—this? Ah no!—degrading retrogression.
Yet upon these shifting sands of legalized corruption would the Bolshevist rear the palace of a State. I le would Strengthen and solidify the house of a community by knocking from under it. its very props and foundations, the character and morals of its individual members. A building can be no more secure than the groundwork which sustains it. In like manner the strength of a nation is no greater than that of the individuals which comprise it.
The vision of the Bolshevik is obscured by hatred: the intelligence of the Bolshevik is warped by narrowness and suspicion. Whether the tyranny he has suffered and the horrors he has endured excuse his hatred and suspicion are immaterial questions here. All we need consider are the consequences of a manner of reasoning that is so distorted by passion, and stamped by prejudice as his is.SOLID ROCK OR SHIRTING SAND
And the consequences are as appalling as they are obvious. For Bolshevism merely supersedes Czarism in the throne of injustice. To correct evils it destroys rights. It chains the men of Russia to the wheels of an unnatural slavery: it dooms them to walk through life on the receding steps of a treadmill where labor is rewarded by neither progress nor the hope of betterment. And the women of Russia? Their plight is still more pitiable. The Soviet strips them of their dignity and hurls them down from the place of reverence which is their birth-right as the mothers of mankind. denies their chastity even the poor protection of governmental law and. depriving them the shelter of both husband and of home, exposes them in the name of equality and expediency to the passions of the mob.
Bolshevism then is most patently not progress. The Czarist is no more extreme than the Bolshevist: and though the regime of the old Russian nobility was stigmatized by despotism and corruption, it at least preserved some semblance of virtue and morality, and of respect for human rights bv which its reign was rendered tolerable in the eyes of civilized peoples.
The ideals of the Bolshevik may be noble. Certainly social equality and the happiness of millions are worthy of ambition. But when they become destructive of rights and the principles of common decency, they must be foregone. Xot until Bolshevism perceives the errors of its ways and corrects them: not until it realizes that national reformation is dependent, not upon the confiscation of traditional rights and the destruction of family ties, but upon the moral regeneration of the individuals.—not until then can it reasonably hope to establish a firm, just government in Russia, one whose existence will be a credit to civilization, a monument to its founders and a blessing to its people.®itt ©ton Irnthrra
EDWARD F. O’DAY. '00.
E WERE all youngsters in knickerbockers when the Two Brothers came among us. In the ’Nineties—and I am sure it is so today—St. Ignatius Collegians were swift and unhesitating judges of boy-character. And because these judgments were largely instinctive, they were usually quite correct. We proceeded at once to appraise the Two Brothers.
W e learned that their father was dead, and that their mother was mother and father to them. Their father had come from the Isle of Saints, their mother from a city of the Rhine which has been dominated for centuries by one of the world’s greatest cathedrals. So the Two Brothers came naturally by a piety as simple as it was sincere and unobtrusive. And considering the excellent mixture of their blood, it did not surprise us that they were endowed with exceptional brains.
Piety and brains—an excellent combination! But not enough to endear two strangers to a San Francisco “crowd” like ours. It speedily appeared, however, that the Two Brothers could give and take a jest or a blow: that they had mastered the games to which we gave our more serious thoughts: that their code in campus and class room was our code: in a single expressive word, that they “belonged.”
So the Two Brothers were welcomed into the charmed circle of our intimacy. That circle, drawn in the ’Nineties, has expanded and contracted as the years decreed. But it is still our circle. And the Two Brothers are still in it.
It did not take us long to discover that the bond between the Two Brothers and their widowed mother was extraordinarilv close. With the rest of us filialTHE TWO BROTHERS
affection was strong, but its strength did not preclude thoughtlessness and the infliction of pain. 1 doubt whether either of the Two Brothers ever hurt the heart of his mother. It seemed that their purpose in life was to make her happy, and as the years brought keener insight, they came to know that she had set her ideal of happiness so high that it was very close to Heaven. In brief, she hoped passionately that her two sons might be called to the priesthood.
This ground is hallowed, and I would fain walk reverently. But I am made bold by the knowledge that mothers are very close to God, and that holy widows have an exalted place in the Communion of Saints. So 1 dare fancy that as soon as they discovered this hope of their mother's, it became their hope too. And I like to think that two sacred vocations were conceived in a desire to please a mother, and brought forth by that mother's prayers.
For several years now the 4'wo Brothers have been priests. They are not the only priests in that circle of ours which was drawn in the 'Nineties, but no others are closer to its center. And of no others can it be so truly said that they taught us many things good for our hearts and souls long before they embraced teaching as their sacred profession. Furthermore, there are no others in our circle—priests or laymen—whose lives have been “all of a piece” to the same extent as the lives of these Two Brothers.
That was obviously true yesterday. It is not so obviously true today. For some of us have just been standing with the Two Brothers at the grave of their mother. We saw them there with their arms about each other's shoulders. Wc heard their voices break with human anguish over the words of divine consolation. The mother has departed from her sons. The perfect triangle of love has been broken at its base.42
That was our first thought. It was the expression of our grief. But the contemplation for twenty-five years of the bond which united this mother and her sons would have availed ns little had that first obvious thought been our last. And of course it was not.
We know that the integrity of these three lives has not been shattered. We know that the mother and her sons are as closely united as ever. Years ago she taught them to look to Heaven, and now they see her there.
He’s a common sort of person
When he’s walking long the street; There’s a lazy languor bout him And he’s slow upon his feet.
He’s serene As a dean
Til he hops in a machine. When he peers a-down the roadway And the sniff o’ gas is sweet.
There’s a maniac a-sitten
’Twixt the throttle and the seat.run G isousn dash
When lie snuggles in the leather And he grimly grasps the gear.
There's a mystic craving in him For the plunge and mad career.
As he makes the engine jump With a shudder from the headlights To the tail light in the rear,
And he’s swervin’ down the highway Like a riddled privateer.
Down the road afar before him Looms a flivver in his gaze.
And he swells with indignation As the springing tonneau sways.
He should stop!
Xot unless the tires pop!
So he hotly hurtles headlong 'fill his flashing fenders graze Past the frightened flivver’s windward And he’s swallowed in the haze!
O! It’s grand! This rip and roarin’
And this gasolinic dash,
Till your skiddin’ on a pavement And your little bus goes smash.
1 tones disperse!
Then a nurse
And an automobile hearse.
And they “speed" you down to Woodlawn Underneath a satin sash;
There’s a dust-cloud for your halo
And your star’s a spark-plug flash!
W. T. S.. ’21.Horace A. Dibert J. Victor Clarke
Lawrence J. Davey J. Chester Ohlandt31b U lldtat Jark 3unutft
W. T. SWEIGERT, ’21
AM, SAM! Here this instant!"
The sharp, squeaky voice of Jebson Whitaker, man of wealth, repute, and tender conscience, made the statuary of the old-fashioned hallway vibrate with these irate tones. I'lie twitching of his warped and wrinkled face, the fumbling of his fingers about his silk fiat, bore unmistakable evidence of inward agitation. A grievous breach of domestic discipline! Sam had not. with divine foresight, anticipated his master’s desire to leave the house. ( ld Jebson stamped his foot, impatiently.
"Yassar! Yassar! I’sc heah! De dark coat? De silkey hat? Oh, Y’ose got your hat! I’se coinin’! I’se been-----"
Sam, who had hobbled with more clumsiness than celerity into the hall, stopped short, a pathetic spectacle—a darkey, in the midst of his enthusiastic volubility and his well-meant efforts to please, beaten suddenly into silence by a cruel rebuke.
"I’nchristian laxity." exclaimed Jebson. "Sam, you know the customs of my household. When 1 leave this house I want you to be here—here! Set my library aright at once." With a climactic screech and a final flourish. Jebson slammed the door and disappeared. Sam stared guiltily at the big unsympathetic door.
“Wal! I s’pose dese heah bones am gelt in’ stiff an’ slow. Hut, Lord! Massa Jebson’s no tlappin’ chicken his-self! Folks say he’s nebber sinned agin de Lord, but he shore sins agin ole Sam. Wal, I s’pose T’se wrong, but I wish to Hebben massa Jack would come home an’ speak a kind wild for Lize an’ 1.’’46
l hiis Sam soliliquized. ()ne of his periodic dream trips, all the way back to the Swanee River and coon hunts and cotton plants, seemed inevitable. But the library! With a maximum of energy and a minimum of efficiency. Sam moved laboriously about the antique arm chairs and tables, dusting here and there, replacing volumes, smoothing the ruffled rug with the unskilful assistance of his big, unresponsive feet. Me had just clasped the massive Bible when a curious manuscript on Jebson Whitaker’s desk magically opened the Hood gates of his soul and let the tingling currents of curiosity course through his veins.
The paper was large and map-like, carefully creased, marked with crosses, winding lines and marginal notes. Sam. yielding to a racial propensity for reverencing cat’s paws and things mystic, approached the desk. Without touching it. he perused the contents of the paper. It puzzled him at first, but on further scrutiny it seemed to bear an uncanny likeness to those wondrous treasure maps about which novelists love to write. Sam, who had indulged himself in such impressive literature, perceived the similarity. The sight of the strange document, with its notations of latitude and longitude, its weird and foreign names, was for Sam a revelation of the next world.
“Lord!” Sam gulped. “Ail’d betta call Liza.”
The bewildering discovery was beyond his unaided mental powers.
The mingled tremor and solemnity of his call brought Liza scurrying from the kitchen into the presence of her mate.
“Why. Sam. what’s eatin’ you? 1 thought you’d got a
stroke of paralogym or seen a spectrum or--------”
“I.ooky hcah, I,iza,” ordered Sam with much the same pride as that with which Columbus must have pointed out the new continent to his navigators. “What’ll we do?” “Why, Samuel, dat must be de plan for massa Jebson’s new garden, but all’s nebber hud o' dem flowers,” concludedTHE ISLE THAT JACK FOUXD
Liza, stroking her forehead with dough-smeared hands, after this strenuous deductive process.
"Garden," tromboned Sam. disgusted at this instance of feminine astuteness. ‘ I)at’s a treasure map. Liza. Massa Jebson's got a treasure out in do Pacific sea! What'll we do?”
Discussion ensued. It was agreed that Jebson W hitaker could not struggle with this tremendous secret alone. It would be a case of Atlas shouldering the earth. Moreover. Jebson was no Atlas. lie was just a skeleton, decently covered with tight-fitting tissue paper that might have once been skin, a crusader for reform, from the tip of his tongue to the roots, a terrible enemy of moral laxity in all styles and modes. 11 is quiet life ill-fitted him to deal with such brawls, bloodshed, shipwreck and rogue cursing, as in the imagination of Sam and Liza would inevitably follow upon such a sinister document as a treasure map.
"All don’t know as it be cthicable or not. but all’s gonna fetch dis heah map to Massa Jack.”
"Dat’s it.” cried Liza. "Sam. youse shore got a mental mind.”
Sam with frock coat, kidney feet, treasure map and all. set out for young Jack’s club.
John Emerson Whitaker, in whom staid conventionalism had never smothered the livelier human instincts, leaned forward in his morris-chair, his hands clasped, his eyes fixed on someone.
It was visitors’ day at the club. About him club members chatted and mingled with guests and visitors. The piano tuned out a popular melody. Jack Whitaker did not hear it. Neither did his visitor. Perhaps something was wrong? Correct.
Something had always been wrong in this young gentleman’s life, lie had started life with a clean record which lasted through the baby carriage period and well into his high school days. George Washington’s father could not have been prouder than old Jebson Whitaker.4X
Then, as they say. came the fatal mistake, analogous to the cherry tree incident in the life of our first President. Voting John lit a cigarette one day, puffed vigorously, liked the sensation immensely and decided that, being an American citizen and as such entitled to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, he would indulge himself in the harmless American sport. Then came the crash, the tumult, the living debris of a domestic explosion. Thumbs down and no quarter! Put young Jack Whitaker was no short-breathed. anaemic gladiator himself.
The result was a compromise. Abolition of the cigarette and substitution of the jimmey pipe reduced young America’s offense from murder to manslaughter, and the accused emerged from battle ‘to fight another day.”
That happened six years ago. The present altercation between father and son. however, was not of a nature to admit of such a happy compromise. Matrimony is not like suburban real estate. Rural land owners will subdivide to suit buyers. In matrimony you take the whole tract or nothing.
“It’s all wrong,” complained Jack. “The dad’s got a moral chill from sailing so high in the clouds of sanctity: says your father was an agent of the devil. You know. Claire, how they fought each other, bickering and accusing each other in newspapers, conventions and meetings. You remember when they met by accident on the committee to welcome the Sixty-third from Prance. Dad was in the reviewing stand. Your father took the seat beside him. and what happened? My dad stood up and said something about it being a disgrace for a notorious brewery owner to sit on the same stand with Christian gentlemen. That remark cost a tail from his coat. Then Jebson flattened your father’s plug hat with his cane and. when they both tumbled off the reviewing stand, dad broke his arm. He’s never got over that, Claire. He swears he’ll never give his consent to our marriage.”THE ISLE THAT JACK FOUXD
Jack paused. A feeling of ineffable gratitude surged within him as he discerned the flitting cloud of disappointment hover over the exquisite and usually bright features of Claire Conlon. She cast her large eyes downward to evade his inquiring glance.
“Hang it all, Claire: I’ve decided to let him rave. Will you marry me anyhow ?”
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Jack’s heart fluttered netherward like an Arctic snow-flake.
“I can never marry you,” continued Claire, “until you obtain your father’s consent and apology to my family.”
“Rut I tell you the dad’s got a heart of pig-iron!” protested Jack despairingly.
“Then. Jack, you will have to melt it.” returned Claire with a pleading look that would have given weaker men than Jack Whitaker confidence in their ability to lasso the moon, freeze it and serve it to her with a bonbon.
"I»y gosh! I will.” exclaimed Jack, completely and perfectly ignorant of how he was going to do it.
There must be something in that reckless, impulsive, hare-brained determination that enables Americans to scare sand dunes into cities by sheer power of will. Perhaps they are lucky.
At any rate the first response of fate was the flap and clatter of African feet on the hardwood floor of the club room.
“Howdy. Miss Claire, howdy Massa Jack. Oh! Massa. all’s got it! Ah stole-----”
“Stole what?” cried Jack, astonished. Sam, beginning at the end and working gradually up to the starting point, told his story. It took Jack Whitaker just one minute to conclude that opportunity was scratching the screen on the back door. He knew his father had made money. He knew also that prating gossips stayed up late at night won-50
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dering whether he hid it in a jam jar or snugged it safely away beneath a carpet. Could he stoop to blackmail? In his present state of mind, treason was only a misdemeanor. The game was on.
‘'Remember, Sam. you know nothing about it. oil’ll hear from me later.”
“Yassar! Yassar!” assured Sam, maneuvering, barge-like, from the room.
You’ll go then?” inquired Jack, turning to Claire.
“Yes. Jack; Ed’s mother offered to chaperon the girls.”
Jack glanced carefully at the various groups of clubmen and their friends. Finding Ed Roberts, a richly dressed, genial looking friend. Jack approached him.
“Roberts, is that invitation to join your father’s party still good?”
"Good as gold,” answered Roberts. “W e sail for Honolulu in the morning.’’
“Well. Claire and I have decided to be with you.”
A month passed. In that time a score of “no publicity” detectives had. with much professional brag but with few practical results, quietly covered the city in search of a villain with red hair and a gash across his cheek. They had a perfect description of the map thief, for Sam. when subjected to a third degree bv Jebson and his investigators, related how he had seen the rascal snatch the map and disappear through the library window.
“I seen ’em as in a dream.” lied Sam. batting for Ananias. The investigators found red heads plentiful enough. Xor had they any difficulty in locating gentlemen with seams in their faces. But, strange to say. no single candidate could boast of both distinctions. Red hair and a beauty gash proved to be a rare combination.
On this particular afternoon the big city auditorium was gaudy with flags and banners. The impatient crowd about the entrance broke into applause and parted to form a pas-THE ISLE THAT JACK FOUXD
sageway for the gentleman who had just arrived in a closed machine. The clapping and shouting increased as, row by row, the audience caught sight of old Jebson Whitaker making his way to the chairman's rostrum.
The band blared forth with a familiar tune, “Father, dear father, come home with me now; the clock in the steeple strikes one.” Then perfect silence fell upon the audience. Jebson Whitaker rose, walked stiffly to the rostrum, squinted proudly round the hall, succeeded in provoking a hollow but thoroughly dignified cough, and then cackled forth into his introduction.
“For two hundred and seventv years----------”
I le got no further.
A hubbub in the rear of the hall interrupted him and drew 1 he attention of the audience. Presently the disturbing element emerged from the crowd and ambled with uneven gait down the left aisle. Samuel Tussapher. undaunted by the gaze of thousands, shuffled right up to the platform.
“All’s sorry to interrup’ massa's ’ration, but dis heali letter says ‘Kush.’ All’s got to speak with him d’rectlv.”
The word was whispered along to the frustrated hero at the rostrum, who tortured his face into a stupid grin, bowed awkwardly and approached Sam at the edge of the platform. The crowd relaxed, murmured and buzzed, as crowds do.
“Mebbe its news from de detectives,” suggested Sam, handing a “Rush” envelope to Jebson.
“Silence, you babbling rascal,” snarled Jebson, glaring at the startled negro. “I’ve cautioned you to hold vour tongue about that map.”
'I'he embarrassment of the situation had brought great beads of perspiration to Jebson’s clammy face. His fingers shook nervously as he read the following letter:
“Honolulu, T. H.-------
“You old skinflint. 1 sailed a month ago with the Rob-52
crts and their party for Honolulu. When our party arrived we put up at the Territorial Hotel. I persuaded Roberts to engage a windjammer with me and we had a rough voyage to the isle of Wing-Waki. It is out of the path of steamers but we finally located it. You will be surprised to learn that 1 have your map. We followed its directions, had some trouble with the surly natives, climbed through thick shrubs and weeds for some time, and finally ran into the palm with the peculiarly angled trunk. We dug. father. I never knew you had amassed such wealth. How did you do it? I am writing, however, to ask your consent to mv marriage with Claire. We await your answer in Honolulu.
“P. S.—I don’t suppose you will have any trouble consenting. We found it all. IJurgundy, Scotch, Champagne and Ilrews, and all. The Uurgundy was buried kind of deep and. by the way, do you mind if we open a bottle or two at the wedding? J"
Jebson’s head swam. His heart thumped impolitely against his ribs. His collar wilted and shrunk like bacon in the fire; his hands were blue as he dashed the following on a page torn from his notebook:
“You have mv consent and paternal blessing. Give my love to Claire and regards to her family. Father.”
“Here, dear Samuel,” said Jebson sweetly, “have this sealed and posted at once.”
Jebson walked dizzily to the rostrum, begged pardon for the delay and continued.
“After two hundred and seventy years of struggle, my friends, we have at last won the privilege of meeting here in Jubilee Convention to celebrate our recent victory over that diabolical enemy of the human race, booze, driven forever from these United States!”
“Hurrah! Hurrah!” cheered the frantic crowd.monatgnnr Hainan
Rouert K. White, A.B.
Robert Hugh Benson, noted writer of Catholic fiction, was born at Wellington College. Cambridge, in 1871. He came of a family of writers. It was hardly to be expected, however, that this member of the family should also be a writer. Yet his early environment was highly literary. The father’s habits led the family on Sunday afternoon walks, during which they discussed such subjects as literature, religion or botany. The father was a clergyman who afterwards became the Archbishop of Canterbury.
Hugh Benson, however, gave no indication of ability during boyhood. He was bashful, stuttered a trifle, and was not remarkably attentive to his studies. At Harrow and Kton he showed little of the personal magnetism and talent that later appeared. His tastes were different from the rest of the family, and he received the lowest marks in scholarship. At Cambridge, however, a change was noticeable. He became more industrious, worked harder, and mixed more with the college men and joined one or two societies.
At Cambridge he studied the classics, but they did not appeal to him. He directed his attention to other subjects entirely foreign to the course of studies, such as mesmerism, or spiritism. Although unprofitable to the course of studies, these pursuits furnished material for his novels later on. It was in 1891 at Cambridge that Benson formed his intention to become a clergyman. In the year 1893 he went to Llandafl House to study for ordination under Dean Vaughan, and in the following year he took Orders in the Anglican Church.
His first assignment was the Eton Mission. The regular round of visiting parishioners, and the monotonous recurrent duties of similar nature did not appeal to Benson. He accordingly entered an Anglican monastery at Mirfield.54
It was here that a change of faith took place. After a year of study, filled with prayer, retreat and correspondence with leaders of both sides, he left the Anglican Church and espoused Catholicity.
W hen he became a Catholic he desired to enter upon the Catholic priesthood and, with that intention in mind, he went to Rome. After a stay of one year in the Holy City, Robert Hugh Henson, son of the Archbishop of Canterbury. was ordained a Roman Catholic priest.
He returned to England, where after being relieved from his duties as a parish priest, he took up his life work of writing and preaching. He continued this career until his death in 1914.
Henson is entirely and singleheartedly a Catholic, and this fact naturally influences his writings. In each novel Catholic characters appear. Often they are the ideal characters of the book. More often they are not. Henson does not make his Catholic characters great: rather, he makes them human. In the historical novels, priests appear as the main characters. An interesting story can not be built about dull and unimportant routine. Moreover, it is a fact which appeals to the novelist that priests face more perils, and succeed or fail more picturesquely than ordinary men. It is but natural, then, for one writing about Catholics of this period to write concerning priests.
Of Henson’s historical novels “The King’s Achievement and “Hy What Authority? ’ are worthy of particular notice because of the fact that Henson has written into them part of his own story. In the first of these two the leading role is taken by a Protestant, and the conclusion, from a religious viewpoint, is ambiguous. This was written while Henson was still an Anglican. In the second of these two, the main character is horn a Protestant, but meets several Catholics and, despite the old stumbling block of authority, is converted. This was Henson’s point in his own con-
version.MO SSIGXOK B ESSOS
The other books of this period treat of the Catholic life from the time of Henry VI to Charles II. They as a class tell of the life of the Catholic people of those times, the precautions that were taken against persecutions, the efforts made against them.
In his group of modern novels Henson writes of the laity, lie treats of some particular phase of character in their lives. Human beings are selfish in their nature: they have their opinions, and whatever does not correspond with those preconceived opinions is put aside as of no value and as unworthy of notice. In “Loneliness'’ and “Initiation" this point is emphasized. In the former the heroine attempts to reconcile her religious training with a desire to marry a non-Catholic. She almost succeeds. Hut the lonely light before the tabernacle warns her of the fact that spiritual loneliness is sadder and more oppressive than human loneliness. In "Initiation” Sir Xevill objects to being troubled with severe headaches. That which is suggestive of pain is to be shunned and he even begins to shun his religion, because of its reference to pain. Hut the imminence of death brings him to the knowledge that pain in this world is to be borne patiently rather than shunned.
In the other books of this group Henson attacks a certain class of people who think and act according to certain formulae of what is proper and suitable. Nothing of the nature of a scandal, not even a faint breath, must approach them. Any individual who is different, unconventional, is to be weeded out. A rapid fluctuation or wave on the stream of events is an unheard-of horror. Henson in several books treats of such an attitude. In the “Sentimentalist" my lady is afraid of the opinion of others while she professes to scorn it. In other books a custom of convention will be broken. Henson combats the idea that it is wrong to break the chain of events by daring to assert one’s own individuality.
While at Cambridge Henson became much interested in Spiritism. Me later embodied his investigations in this line56
in the “Necromancers.” There are two other works of Henson which compose the third group and are worthy of particular notice. He permits his imagination to range on the subject of the Antichrist, lie first shows the rise of Materialism and the gradual downfall of all spiritual religion. A man. Felsenburgh, rises from obscurity and by his own personality unites the whole world under himself as sovereign. Then a new religion is commenced. Rome is destroyed. Three cardinals escape and elect one of their number Pope. The Antichrist forces learn of the location of the new Pope through treachery. Falsenburgh. the Antichrist. collects a fleet of aircraft to destroy him. The Lord of the World, however, is not to be destroyed by this power, but survives to the end of the world.
In the “Dawn of All” Henson swings as tar to the other side, and shows the triumph of Catholicism. The Pope is restored to his temporal sovereignty and becomes the arbiter among nations; the Church becomes the established religion. and the last opposition is overcome. Science of all kind, of government, social, medical, practical, all, under the protection of religion have made enormous advances.
Henson as a writer was always in a hurry to finish his work. When the first enthusiasm came he was all afire and his subject took hold of him to the exclusion of everything else. Naturally such an interest burned itself out very quickly. Henson could not spend many years composing, polishing and improving one single book. Phis is admitted in his letters to his friends. Once he was finished with a book all further work of correction was drudgery. This haste, however, did not cause Henson to slight his work. A few unpolished places exist, and some of his minor characters are very shadowy, leaving the impression that he meant to come back and finish them. The few dull spots, however, do not detract from the interest and tone of the narrative. On the whole, the works of Robert Hugh Henson will long continue to be read, for they are stories of human beings in spite of their faults.A ©tribute In a ifrintb
In Memory of Mr. Atstin T. Howard, S. J.
’Tis strange that far Heaven its loved ones will call To (iod, ere they’ve groaned neath the world’s bitter thrall; The blossoming flower is gashed ’mid its bloom!
The warm heart of youth has turned cold in the tomb!
Me gazed on the multitude mad with the strife.
The din and the glitter and folly of life.
lie saw far beneath him the master, the slave—
That which the world took, and that which it gave.
An angel exiled from his true home above!
The ardor of youth and the warmth of his love I lave melted the bonds that enslaved him below;
I le has fled to his God where he wanted to go.
Oh! Lost is a true friend in virtue enshrined,
Whose love 'round my heart like the ivy is twined:
And sealed are the lips whence the kind word has come.
()h! Silent his great heart in death overcome.
’'Pis only the lifeless and mouldering clay
That mingles with dust in the cold grave’s decay;
'Phe spirit survives and still hovers about As smoke from a candle, the breath has blown out.
Ah! Deep in mv memory thy friendship T hold,
A treasure to me far more precious than gold:
And sweet, sad remembrance ofttimes wakes a tear That springs from a young heart in friendship sincere.
Charles F. Sweigert.LAW; JUNIOR
J. Tehaney I. Barnett C. Wagner T. Boyle
M. Riordan S. Leipsic M. Cronin E. Sharkey
J. Denny D. Daly E. McGlade C. Nolan
F. Murphy V. Hallinan A. Ohnimus L. CahillUUind is udtirkrr utyan—?
Xicimi.AS B. Makokvicii, ’21.
()ne balmy day I was approached by the Editor of the lexatian and asked to submit a composition for the publication. I was well satisfied with myself and my importance. My mind naturally ran to subjects of a very heavy, erudite and serious sort.
On the following day. however, the Editor informed me that the Icjnatian was becoming too serious and high-browish. lie wanted something very light and jocose. I at first thought of telling him to hire a clown : for in truth I was in doubt as to whether his request was a slam or a compliment to my natural literary ability. Then it dawned upon me that this was a fine opportunity to prove a favorite thesis of mine. “It takes more brains to compose a foolish article than it does to compose a sensible one.” So 1 promised an article, having in mind—Archibald.
Archibald! Nice name, don’t you think?
Archibald was a Poor lad. So was his Father. However, Mr. Theopholus (Jpperdvke recently came into Money when he Secured a Position as Riveter at the Local Iron Works. Careful Investments in the Rubber Mines of Alaska increased his Wealth a Thousand I'old.
“Archie” resembled his Prominent Pater in many Respects. He had a Wonderful I lead for Chewing Gum. So the Father set his Precocious Son up in I business. Three Hundred and Sixtv-five days after the Twentieth Anniversary of his Mirth. “Archie” traveled Through the Arctic Regions selling Dentync Gum to the Blonde Esquimaux. There it was that he Lost his heart and his Right Limb. The latter was torn from him in an Encounter with a Wild Aurora Borealis. Discouraged, he returned to San Fran-60
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cisco where he spent a quiet year in the various Hospitals and Jails of the Community. Then a “terrible Thirst” beset him—a thirst for adventure.
K ]nipping himself with a Cut-Down Ford and a “Step-fast" artificial Leg, “Archie” started out to Hog-Tie Phickle Phortune. One Clear, Foggy Morning in January our Local Galahad Lusted forth like a Sunrise from his Palatial Residence in the Richmond District, called by the Elite of that Section the Park-Presidio District.
With a Song in his Heart and a Whistle on his Unmowed lip. our Hero, despite his Game Pedal, hurdled nimbly into the Reformed Flivver. After spending Half an Hour with the Startless-Selfer, he finally got his Traffic Cop Annoyer into 11 vsterics bv Spinning the Rear Wheels. Then He Sped for the Humped Heights of North Reach.
With the Exception of Losing the Rear Wheels And the Differential his Crosstown Excursion might be Reasonably Described as Uneventful. He Parked his Pet and, finding everything Tight and Merry, he approached a Questionable Looking Shanty, the Door of which he Reat with his Fur-lined Cane. At the third knock a Man-Hole in the Street Quivered, then Slowly Rose. The Handsome Face of Wonderful Rrigand Material grinned beneath the Iron.
“Archie" turned to Him and Said. “Columbus wore Ros-ton Garters!"
His words had an Electrifying effect on the Caliban Mug. At once the Man-Hole shut. In a Few Seconds Man and Rus were Swallowed Reneath the Macadam. They rested peacefully in a Dark. Deep Cellar, surrounded by Rarrels, Kegs and Demijohns. Rising above the Greasy Neck of a Multi-colored Sweater—Colors that would have made Joseph’s Coat turn Green with Envy—the Man-Holed Phiz emitted this Query:
"What can I do you for. Signor?”61
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“Four 'Fires and a Bogus Leg full,” said “Archie.” “Give me Good -Measure, too. Last time you gipped me out of Two Drops.”
After Filling the Tire and the Limb, the Man in the Machine Bisected the Macadam and Gayly Sped Away. Busting through the Brokers of Montgomery Street he Beheld a Wineless Wine Bibber ’Xeath a Sympathetic 1-amp Lost.
“How goes it. Old Toper?”
“Too Tired!” came the Cryptic Response.
"Archie” slung A Syphon from Tire 2.
Thus Passed the Day.
With 'Fires "Kickless” and Pockets Much Beshekeled, "Archie” Hied himself to the St. Francis, His Leg retaining the sole remaining “Kick.” After dining on a Four Course Dinner of Pork and Beans and Beans and Pork, “Archie” sallied down the Rue d’ Powell. He beheld the Suspicious Look of a Government Agent. He knew it was a Sleuth because the Man didn’t Look like One. “Archie” was stopped by a Commanding "Halt!”
“Archie” Halted "By the Numbers.”
1'ailing to find the Demon, the Agent released “Archie.” Much Frustrated, our Hero Cranked the Flivver with the Brake Off. With a cheerful chug and a Sigh Henrietta Dug a Frontispiece into “Archie’s” Midriff and the Cobble Stones arose to Greet The Seat of his Trousers. Coises! His right Leg Snapped. Full Forth Flowed the Ruddy Tide!
'Fhe Foiled Sleuth hung out a First Aid Sign and Approached.
"It is not Blood," he Yelped, “For Blood is Thicker than —Wine!”
The Secret is out. “Archie” is once more before the Bar—of Justice!IGN ATI AN STAFF
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V. W. Hallinnn. Associate Editor W. T. Sweigert. Editor
E. I. Fitzpatrick. Associate Editor L. J. Davey. Associate Editor(Thr ignalian
Published by the students of St. Ignatius College.
San Francisco, Calif. June, 1920
W ILLIAM T. SVVEIGERT. ’21 Associate Editors EDWARD I. FITZPATRICK, '21 VINCENT W. II ALL I NAN. A. B.. 19 LAWRENCE W. DAVEY, '20
Alumni................IVAN MAROEVICH. A. B., ’18
Law...........................J. VICTOR CLARKE, '20
University Notes.................EUGENE O’MEARA. '23
Athletics’ - - - NICHOLAS B. MAROEVICH. '21
High School Athletics - - CHARLES F. SVVEIGERT
FRANK A. HUGHES. '21 Circulation Manager
NICHOLAS B. MAROEVICH. '21
Through strange and novel ways our mad old world careens: War and Pestilence have swept the stage and
a new order breaks upon the scene. THE CRUMBLING Everywhere the light is dawning OF AN EMPIRE for the peoples of the Earth : never
was Freedom more within the grasp of the masses: never has the equality of man been sounded with more vehemence or effect.
Out of the phenomenon stands one great portent— the sun of Britain’s glory is setting: they are blind who will not see it. Into the fermenting depths of India and Persia presses that strange flame that emanates from the manumitted serfs of Russia: call it Bolshevism: call it Diabolism: call it anything you will: it is Freedom, and against its fanatic force will fail alike the gleaming line of rifle barrels and the insidious toils of the dread ally, Opium. South Africa demands its Liberty: as long as it suits their own policies, and no longer, will Canada and Australia remain within the Empire, not64
from whose degenerate loins they sprang; for they are cleaner, more stalwart lands than ever were nursed at the breast of Slavery: let Ypres attest that and
Wytschaete Ridge. They are the sons of exiled Irish and adventurous French.
And what shall we say of Ireland? That the task is beyond her strength ? That against the flame of the mitrailleuse and the rumble of the tanks all her hope and strength and valor are in vain? Then we must belie Thermopylae and Marathon, aye, and Saratoga. For never have sheer strength and mercenary arms sufficed against the constancy and courage of the patriot: Greece and Switzerland know that; America has established it beyond argument. As sure as the stars shine in Heaven is Ireland fated to Freedom; seven hundred years of torture has but fired her courage anew: with that she cannot fail; let once the storm break and the artificial bonds and rusted chains of Britain's sway will be swept before it like chaff before the tempest—and the storm is breaking! V. W. H.
To those who are the least bit observant, it is evident that our old world is pretty well “het up.” There is what we call the social question. The IT’S ALL social question is nothing more than the WRONG struggle which is going on between the man with the hoe and the man who owns the hoe—between labor and capital. No longer is the storm gathering from afar off: the tempest has already burst, and the industrial field takes the aspect of a windy day.
There is no longer a question of bettering the condition of the working class. That condition has been already bettered.
The fact is that the very existence of the present order of things is threatened. The radical does not talk of bettering but of knocking the blocks down and building them up again in a new fashion.EDITORIAL
We have on the one hand. then, the man of property —the CAPITALIST—who has everything at stake. He represents the present order. He has his ears close to the ground, realizes that his interests are in danger and is quick to launch a campaign against the apostles of h the new order. Thus far we are with him, and we are
willing that every Red who advocates the firebrand be either jailed or deported.
P ut the capitalist will make a big mistake if lie attempts to make the natural popular resentment against Socialism and Bolshevism the aegis beneath which he may continue his old tricks and methods. W e are not rising to the defense of the capitalist with eulogies nor under the impression that he is “more sinned against than sinning.” We are fully aware of the fact that in the past he has caused a great deal of trouble with his selfishness, his unscrupulous meddling with government, his stupid refusal to recognize in labor nothing more than a profitable commodity. So, let him not take our opposition to the radical as a personal compliment to his integrity and innocence. We are “on to him.” We have eyes to see many industrial evils in the present order.
We however differ from the radical in our condemnation of those evils in that we impute them not to the system but to the man. Though there is great need for economic improvement in the present system, it is not inherently bad. The flagrant evils for which the Red condemns the ‘‘capita 1 istic system” are but the results of unrestrained selfishness and immorality among the individuals composing the “system.” If we are to t reform the industrial world, we must start in with our-
selves and then proceed to accomplish the moral regeneration of individual men. This is the real problem.
Yet we have the RADICALS. They constitute a minority of the laboring class. The vast majority of
laboring men are sane and intelligent enough to realizeTHE IGSATUS
that their lot will not be improved by a destruction of the present order. The Utopian dreams and promises of the radicals are based upon the false assumption that, if the external economic form is changed, the same men who are today self-seeking and avaricious will become generous, and public-spirited. Absurd! Economic justice depends upon individual justice based upon a sound system of morality. The radical sees beyond the smoke of revolution a scene of brotherhood and industrial equality. Yet he makes no provision for the virtues necessary to sustain his Utopia.
Rut what arc we going to do about it?
For the present let us gather up the host of wildeyed, bewhiskered, soft-shirted, ranting demagogues and radicals, who howl about injustice yet offer no sensible solution. Pile them in a boat and set them sailing.
Rut we are only half done! Many of our ‘‘prominent men" make the mistake of considering that they have done their duty when they get this far.
We must also gather up that host of stupid, troublesome, disgusting, stiff-shirted, hypocritical profiteers. They should be wearing the same striped uniform as Eugene Debs. For, they are equally dangerous and infinitely more culpable. This is the immediate remedy. Let us hear this in mind when voting for our next President.
The general, industrial health restorative is, as we have said, a moral regeneration of individuals. The big question is, “How are we going to do it?”
Education without God? A joke! Church meetings without unity, truth and constancy? A joke! Law without morality? A joke! Ethics without religion? A joke! We are trying them all. Some day we will discover the only way! Until then I suppose we must keep on trying to empty the ocean with a perforated bucket! We may succeed, but—as someone said—“I have me (loots.”
W. T. S.Just a word about the Alumni of St. Ignatius University. Usually when a student graduates and leaves the scenes of his boyhood days he forgets all about his Alma Mater and all he owes to her. He is too busy in the hurry and bustle of human affairs, trying to wrest a living from the avaricious world to remember his past college days.
But there are exceptions to all rules and some of these exceptions are the Alumni of St. Ignatius University. Who executed and directed the work of the recent Conservation League of St. Ignatius? Who gave their time, money and ability so willingly and in so great abundance? Of course with all due respect and many thanks to the innumerable friends of St. Ignatius who worked so hard and so faithfully, it will be readily admitted that the success of the drive was in great part due to the Alumni on whose shoulders fell the brunt and burden of the work, especially as regards the organization of the campaign and the execution of the trust. Each and every Alumnus stepped to the fore and contributed his share, not only financially but also in work and labor.
Hence the Fathers of St. Ignatius take this opportunity to express in writing their heartfelt appreciation and thankfulness to the Alumni for their unceasing efforts in prosecuting the drive to a successful close, and for their participation in such a noble and honorable cause.
Leo Lennon, A. M., I h. D.. L. L. 11., the legal member of the Lennon family, returned from Europe where he put in good work as a K. C. Secretary. He abandoned ’99 his law practice completely to accept this position. Only recently he has taken up his practice again.THE 1C X AT I. IX
Ed. O’Day, A. M.. the local poet, litterateur and onetime editor of the Lantern, has drowned his sorrows in the Spring Valley W ater Co. He has been appointed 00 to take charge of the Publicity Department of that company.
Stanislaus Riley, A. M., L. L. Ii., is to be congratulated on receiving one of the most sought after positions in San Francisco, i. e.. Assistant District Attorney. Xo ’00 doubt Mr. Bradv recognized the value of having such strong and virile men as Stan Riley and Bill Golden in his retinue. W ell, we feel sorry for those who are to come into Stan's courtroom, i. e. Judge W ard's courtroom, because if he examines and cross-examines them with as much zeal and energy as he does his students, they may as well plead guilty.
Joe Murphy, A. B., the irrepressible, is now trying his hand at selling Marmon Automobiles. Versatility must be Joe’s middle name, but let it be said and said '01 with emphasis that whatever he does, he does
well. Take for instance the Knights of Columbus
Drive and the St. Ignatius Drive, both of which Joe managed. W ho could have executed them better? I suppose, when we get into communication with Mars, Joe will try to talk the inhabitants up there into using Marmon cars exclusively, or some other such thing.
William Golden, A. B., past grand Knight of the Knights of Columbus, has been made the Bond and Warrant Clerk under District Attorney
George Connolly, A. M.. L. L. B., a few months ago returned from Panama. While down there he served with much distinction on the Panama Commission, ’02 to which he was appointed. Few there are who do not remember him as the brilliant expounder of Blackstonc at St. Ignatius College of Law. and the originator of that beautiful oracle. “Beware the man who says he knows all of the law.”ALUMS! SOTES
Mr. John A. Lennon, S. J., was one of the chosen few to finish his studies for the priesthood in England. Me sailed last summer and according to cominunica-’07 tions received by his relatives and friends, he is well satisfied.
Just before Lent a brilliant wedding took place at St. Ignatius Church with I lob Rossi, P.S.. as the happy groom and Miss Xellie Mahoney as the bride. ’03 Rossi is the younger of the famous Rossi twins.
Charles Knights, A. Ik. LL. Ik, was appointed Law Professor at St. Ignatius in Raymond Feely’s place. From all indications he seems to he “holding down” the ’12 professional position with as much facility and ease as his predecessor.
Harold Caulfield, A. Ik, LL. Ik, was elected to the coveted position of Deputy Grand Knight of the Knights of Columbus—San Francisco Council No. 615. '13 Usually such high honors do not fall to such a young man, hut have been reserved for the older generation. However, as I have remarked. Harold's ability has been appreciated and he has been elected to the aforementioned office.
It was indeed with much rejoicing that the many friends of Raymond T. Feely, A. M., LL. Ik, learned of his intention to join the Jesuit Order. Ancient '14 and honorable as that Order may he, it is to be congratulated on the acquisition of such a learned and honorable young man. His popularity is unbounded and his friends innumerable. In fact he was one of the most promising young attorneys in San Francisco, and the Par Association has indeed lost one of its cherished hopes. Despite his extreme youth, he was regarded as qualified as an instructor, and hence was appointed one of the Professors of Law at St. Ignatius University. Many and prominent are the offices he held in different organizations, some of which are Past-President of Ignatian Council of the Young Men’s Institute,;o
Recorder of the Knights of Columbus, San Francisco Council No. 615, Secretary of the Alumni of St. Ignatius University and many others. As soon as the welcome news was received, some of his closer friends presented him with a handsome silver watch, just a very small token of their affection, good-will and esteem. 11 is
decision in pursuing his evident chosen profession is hailed with joy by those who know his sterling qualities. We wish you all the joy and success that your sacred duties may bring you, Ray, and may you perform them as well as you have performed your former lay duties. This is a sufficient benediction in itself.
W arren Brown, A. B.f of literary fame, has recently "taken unto himself a wife” as the Bible says. But
besides this he has also taken the position of
T5 Sporting Editor of “The Call”. “Good luck to you, W arren, in both enterprises, but 1 imagine
you must be a pretty busy man nowadays with your
duties as a husband and Sporting Editor.”
Right behind him and holding Harold Caulfield’s old office of Chancellor, is Joseph Sweeney. A. M„ LL. B.. all of whose spare time is taken up by telling Registrar T5 Zemansky at the City Hall what to do and
how to do it.
Faul Ahern, B. S.. sailed for Honolulu about a month ago. Just after being honorably discharged from a
captaincy in the army, the Standard Oil Company 16 offered him an opportunity to go to the Hawaiian Islands to superintend the building of their plants there. Needless to say, Paul accepted and is now on his way to take up his duties.
No wonder taxes are so high. Haven’t you heard that Heine Flood, A. B., has just joined the 'Pax Collector’s Staff? Well, by the time they meet T6 Harry’s salary demands every month they are compelled to raise the taxes.
Ivati N. Maroevich, A. B. 18.To conduct a proper introduction, one should commence with those highest in authority, and descend to the less deserving. There fore, it is right, just and most befitting to begin our review of the Department of Law by introducing those whose untiring efforts and constant attention have made it possible for students to seek St. Ignatius Law College for a complete, thorough and excellent knowledge of the Law.
Our staff consists of:
Matt I. Sullivan, A.B., LL.B.
William A. Breen, A.M.. LL.D.
Stanislaus A. Riley. A.M., LL.D.
John O’Gara, A.M., LL.D.
Joseph Larry, A.lb, LL.D.
Benjamin L. McKinley. V.M.. LL.D.
Charles Kxichits. A.B.. LL.B.
Francis Barrett, A.M., LL.B.
All eminent in the practice of law and professors of a unique caliber.
To substantiate this last statement. I need select only one of the many qualities these men possess as teachers of law, namely, their power to equip the student with sufficient knowledge, not only to pass the test given by the State Board of Kxaminers. but to establish a fairly successful and lucrative practice long before their appointed time. A concrete example of this may be taken from last year’s graduation class, all of whom were judged practicing attorneys by the State of California long before the ordinary time allotted professors to equip students with knowledge of the Law.
Those who successfully passed last year’s examination, the hardest examination ever known to be given in theA.Johnson A. Moura A. Conway H. Hyman E. Coffey
H. Mann L. J. Taylor
J. Kllroy J. Elliot
E. Madden J. B. Briare
J. McKnew E. Varni
H. Childress B. Cummings T. Fitzgerald S. Deal L. CastelLAW: FRESHMAN L. Lauriston T. Kelly F. Barry R. White
A. Costello L. Cunningham T. Halpin
E. Delaney I. Heydenfeldt E. Fitzpatrick E. Minehan
T. Curry F. McGrath G. Sullivan N. Maroevich
W. Sweigert F. Perry E. Scott E. Pieruccinl74
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State of California, were undergraduates of St. Ignatius, two of whom barely completed half the work prescribed by our curriculum.
Because of these, and many other such accomplishments of our staff, the Student Body wishes in this issue to express a word of deepest thanks and gratitude for having the good fortune of being taught by a staff of Professors whose equals must be sought for, high in the fields of excellence. ---------------------
Edward Molkenbuhr reports that fourteen of the original fifty-five freshman entrants in 1916 remain in the college forum, each as a gladiator with eyes fo-SENIORS cused upon those cherished initials "LL. B.“ And after all, as we look in retrospection, why should not every student of the Law. who devotes four years of his life to the arduous task of carrying, to say nothing of penetrating. “LL. B.V (“Large Law Books”), be honored with the title for the mere asking? Haven’t we then earned such a distinction? Why should we now bear the faculty “exams" or the further scrutinizing test of our tutors? Let it be said, however, that the records of the class of twenty in former years should fit them for the final test.
How few of us realized, although many studied Latin, the significant legal interpretation put upon the term “four years in futuro” by the college Profs. We were first warned of the intricacies of Blackstone. then commencement day seemed as far away and as long a wait to us as the donning of first “long togs” seems to a youngster. But the years have passed as quickly as the days, made so by the close association and friendship amongst the class, to say nothing of the kindness and eagerness of the bathers and the professors to do everything in their power to aid us in reaching our goal.
Mealy, Maroevich. O’Connor and Williamson determined to earn a fee before the remainder of the class. SteppingLAW SCHOOL NOTES
from the class room into the room of the District Court of Appeal and Bar Examiners, they successfully passed the examinations and were admitted to the Bar. Chic Wiseman preferred to be associated with a legal firm instead of remaining with the railroads, and has made an advantageous change; McDonald, Vargas and Larrecou have been with law firms for the past two years. Let it be said of the remaining embryo lawyers of the class, Tissot, Sullivan, O’Brien, Ross and Donahue, that they have never yet “lost a case.”
"Still achieving, still pursuing,” the Juniors will soon pass the third milestone in their course of legal studies.
The semester fast gliding past has been a busy JUNIOR one. but its close finds the students of the class CLASS still earnest and diligent in the pursuit of their
studies. This year has added Equity, Probate, Corporation, and Constitutional Law to their storehouse of legal knowledge.
Like bold gladiators of old. two of their number, namely. Vincent Hallinan and Jordan Martinelli, entered the arena at the last Bar examination held bv the new commission created by the Legislature of 1910. They survived the ordeal and were admitted to practice in January last. Attorney Martinelli is now associated with his father in practice in the “thriving metropolis’’ of San Rafael; while Attorney Hallinan (more proudly acknowledged as Sinn Eeiner) has assumed the role of junior counselor in the law office of Attorney Dan Ryan. Oh, yes, it is said that Ryan helps “Yin. '
Among other celebrities in the class may be mentioned "Mel” Cronin and “Terry” Boyle who did their bit on the basketball team that won so many victories for St. Ignatius in the season’s games.
In the Constitutional Law class not many evenings ago the professor called on Mr. Xolan, a bright satellite,7()
and asked: “What takes place when a president dies in office?’’ Nolan, after some hesitation, answered, “Why— er—they bury him.'’
What does “Mel” Cronin mean—it is a mystery— when he claimed to be a victim of circumstances? It may not be amiss to add here that only a Philadelphia lawyer can equal our Irish student, “Mike” Riordan, in the progress he is making this term in all our courses.
It is to be regretted that some of the classmates who started the law course find they are unable to continue their studies because of matters more important occupying their attention and time. We sincerely hope the future will find them “able, ready and willing” to finish the course they so well began. During the early part of the semester Mr. Feely, who was teaching us Corporation law, resigned from the faculty and is now studying for the Jesuit order at Los Gatos. Me is succeeded bv Mr. Frank Barrett, both a disciplinarian and thorough
A word to a Sophomore is sufficient.
CAVE! Classmate. Like the price of commodities, the size of the professor’s guns have SOPHOMORES increased. They are using a double-
barrel to hunt us down this year. With careful sight and steady aim. their first shot will be the mid-year exam. Ere the smoke of battle lifts and the wounded seek shelter. Prof. Colonel McKinley will be seen arranging the faculty staff, with Prof. Farry’s canons of descent drawn up in the rear, prepared to blaze away a red hot faculty examination. Under a fusillade of questions from the staff’s sharpshooters the student must look well for his defenses. Let them be real defenses!
It might be said without the slightest fear of pretension, that the Sophomores for the past two years have dug deep into the musty volumes of the law. There,law school xorns
they find secure shelter. As a reward for past labor, they are safely entrenched from the faculty’s fast fire and deadly barrage of technical questions. In a word, the threat of a faculty examination only serves as an inducement for deeper study.
Alas! sad news for the Missionites: The taxi service to and from school has been discontinued. ()ur most obliging driver—Horace Dibert—has left his place in the sun, and traded the gentle influence of the neighboring Xotre Dame convent for a stand among the big guns of the Presidio. More pow(d)er to him!
The New Monia Special, that runs over our carrier’s course, engineered by Professor Barrett, is now nearing its destination. It has been a long rough road, and not a few of us have been jarred and jolted by some of the sharp, twisty turns Professor Barrett has covered on high.
All answered roll call after the mid-year examination.
Comrade Welch, late of the A. E. F., who has had difficulty with baggage, still maintains that—baggage is luggage and luggage is baggage. There may be more wisdom and weight in Comrade Welch’s contention than is patent. What makes the difference if it is called luggage in England and baggage in the United States? A most promising candidate for President, warns us that, today we arc practically an English colony.
Mourie Conklin, the Sunset “Sinn Feiner.” awaits breathlessly Prof. Parry's decision as to the negotiability of the Irish Bonds he has been selling to his neighbors.
Some one suggested that there is great comfort and solace in the thought that none have flunked in Sales or Agency as yet. Most probably, Professor Riley, now dealing with the intricacies of Criminal Law, believes that our last papers were insufficient evidence to offer in testimony of our knowledge on the subject.78
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We are all pleased and well satisfied with our new Professor in Torts—Mr. Knights—and trust that the feeling is mutual.
Iloorav! The first lap of our journey to legal prominence—ahem !—is completed : our seemingly tireless professors are winded from their heart-FRESHMAN breaking efforts, and vacation is at hand.
“What could be sweeter? ’ as Socrates remarked on drinking the hemlock.
Gosh—we’ll be lonesome for each other though! Think of being deprived for two or more months of the learned discussions of Gonzalez and Varni upon the life and habits of the wild and ferocious fee-simple. Isn't the thought appalling? How gloomy will seem our lives without the mighty pyrotechnics (verbal and otherwise) of our class, Apollo “Ishi.” Xo longer shall we hear the soothing melody played on the snorograph by Gaffeney and Cunningham, our two travel-wearied commuters as they slumber peacefully through three burglaries and a midnight murder in Mr. McKinley’s class. Ah—verily, we must remark with the prophet, ‘‘Woe is we!”
The propitious rays of knowledge have shed their warmth on the seed in Freshman Field, and the “man with the hoe”—Fr. Simpson—expects to reap an abundant harvest of sophomores from it.
Gaze, gentle reader, upon the faces of our class. What an assemblage of intelligence! Look at those lofty brows —those eyes—those nose! Here are the future leaders of the nation. Fear not, but seek consolation in the saying, “Looks are deceitful.” We wish ourselves good fortune and hope you’ll concur herein. Our ambitions are large—may our fees keep step with our ambitions.
J. I 'ictor Clarke. A.B., 'jo.s. Holcenburg H. Nolan W. Presho
C. Ohlandt L. Davey
j. V. Clarke J. Taylor J. Fitzgerald
M. Gracia N. Flynn
H. Dibert H. Schmitt J. Welch
E. O'Donnell J. Copestake
J. McDermitt F. Ainsworth M. Conklin
C. McCullough T. Desmond
On Friday, the 22nd of August, our new President, the Rev. Pius L. Moore, S. J.. took up his duties at the college.
Father Moore succeeded Father Patrick OUR J. Foote, S. J., our beloved past-president, PRESIDENT who had held this important post for the past six years. During that time Father Foote labored incessantly for the betterment of the college and won the admiration and confidence of every student by his genial personality. Fr. Foote is at present engaged in knocking the academic corners from the heads of a number of Juniors and in smoothing and rounding them with the application of a philosophical plane.
A holiday was granted on August 28th in honor of Fr. Moore’s installation as president. The students through the Ignatian take this opportunity to formally welcome Fr. Moore as president and to express their desire to cooperate with him at all times. Fr. Moore has been engaged in the noble but arduous missionary work of his order among the Japanese for many years. He has been successful in all his labors. W e hope and pray that the same success will attend his administration as president of our college.
The Philalethic Debating Society, an organization composed of students of the Law College, has been holding
its meetings regularly every Wednes-PHILALETHIC day evening. Interest in this society DEBATING has been revived after a long period of SOCIETY apathy and indifference, during the war days. The debates, as a rule, are calm and deliberative—contests in intellectual shadowUXll'ERSlTY .VOTES
boxing and forensic sparring. The only knockout occurred on the night on which the Irish question was considered. Leave it to the O’Donnells, the McKnews, the Fitzpatricks, to shatter the rostrum and wreck the gavels.
At the first meeting of the term the following officers were elected: President, William T. Sweigert; Vice-
President, Edward I. Fitzpatrick; Secretary, George Sullivan; Treasurer, Eugene O’Donnell.
The Philalethic Society held its annual debate for the benjamin L. McKinley Gold Medal on Wednesday evening, May 5th, in Santa Maria Hall of the Knights of Columbus building. The subject of the debate was Government Ownership of the Railroads.
The affirmative side was made up of Messrs. Carl Ausmus, Samuel Holcenbcrg and Samuel Deal.
The negative side consisted of Messrs. Edmund Scott, Leon Castel and Chester Oh land t. The medal was awarded to Mr. Leon Castel.
Hon. Edward P. Shortall, benjamin L. McKinley and Father Hunt acted as judges of the debate and illiam 'I'. Sweigert presided as Chairman.
Great enthusiasm and a high feeling of rivalry characterized this year’s contest for the Ignatian Council. “35.” Y. M. I.
Gold Medal. This medal is awarded an-UNIVERSITY nually to the College man who delivers ORATORICAL the best original oration. The contest CONTEST took place this year on Tuesday evening. March 23, in St. Ignatius Hall. Mr. Charles boden of the Freshman class delivered a scathing invective against the bolshcvists. Mr. Edmund Scott, ’21, spoke convincingly and with arguments drawn from fundamental principles, which are too little appreciated today, upon the League of Nations.
Then rose Mr. Nicholas b. Mareovich. ’21. with a stirring and heart-felt plea for the outraged people of Dalmatia.82
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He was truly eloquent on this occasion and was heartily applauded for his magnificent effort in behalf of a cause which is close to his heart.
Mr. W illiam '1'. Sweigert, ’21, then took the floor and also the gold medal with an eloquent speech against the Smith-Towner Mill, now pending in Congress. The last speaker was Mr. Chester Ohlandt of the Senior class. . very polished delivery and an array of convincing arguments brought the speaker a generous round of applause.
The awarding of the medal to Mr. Sweigert was made by Hon. Judge Crothers. The remaining judges were Mr. John J. Hayes, President of Ignatian Council, V. M. I., and Mr. Paul Fitzgerald. Mr. Fdward I. Fitzpatrick presided as Chairman of the evening.
What else could be expected? The St. John Berchman Sanctuary Society is still true to its old traditions; it still
carries on its noble work of ministration SANCTUARY at the Altar of God. Who has ever left SOCIETY St. Ignatius College without an undying respect for this splendid institution? Mr. Francis Seeliger, S. J., is now in charge of the Society. The officers are: Prefects, Edmund Slater. George De-
vine. Carroll O’Sullivan: Secretary. William O’Brien:
Treasurer, Robert Fulton. On Sunday. April 11. Rodger Carroll, Frank King and William T. Sweigert. ’21, were given the privilege of honorary membership in society.
On Thursday evening, April 28, we all "got together’’ at a big smoker. Law students, A. M. students and Pre-
Medical students formed in mass forma-SMOKE UP! tion for an attack upon a host of frisky
‘‘hot dogs.” Cigars, old enough to vote at the coining presidential election, reposed in sinister boxes. A shower of Lucky Strikes kept the boys puffing.UXIFERS TY NOTES
and Darrell Daly’s program of snappy entertainment diverted attention from the weeds and the eats. Then they told us what it was all about. The members of the crack basketball team were to receive their big red and blue block sweaters. Then the speech spasm, inevita-able on such occasions, fell upon the gathering. Even Terry Boyle, next year's basketball captain, made a speech in which he guaranteed another winner for 1921. Our old friend, Coach Joe Ryan, also received a block sweater and let the boys in on the fact that Mr. Acquista-pace’s '’kind and competent advice during the season’’ was responsible in great measure for the team’s success. Walter O’Connor was on hand to say a word or two for the Alumni. Yep, these Smokers are great things. Most of us remember the last Smoker perpetrated at Saint Ignatius, when Warren Brown and Lee Jacobson, etc., astounded the Conservatives of that time with a tremendous “bust. '
For the first time in many years our college debaters went forth from the local forum into new and strange
fields. A big dual debate with Stan-STANFORD- ford University is a matter of record
ST. IGNATIUS for this year. On May 12th three DEBATE Saint Ignatius debaters, arguing in
favor of Government Ownership of the Railroads, met the Cardinal debaters in San Francisco. On the following evening three more Saint Ignatius debaters journeyed to Stanford and debated against Go -ernment Ownership of the Railroads. The men who upheld our colors in San Francisco were Melvin I. Cronin, Darrell W. Daly and Frank Ainsworth. J. Victor Clarke. Edward Fitzpatrick and William Sweigert debated for Saint Ignatius in the Asembly Mall of Stanford University.84
The men in the Pre-Medical course are all enthusiastic about the way their course is being conducted. '‘Doc”
O'Meara and “Doc” Kd. Hughes are PRE-MEDICAL strong for the new “prof,” Dr. J.
Felton Taylor. 11 is energetic efforts are making the course more attractive and efficient than ever.
During the Irish Pond Drive the law classes took an opportunity to make public their attitude on the Irish question.
IRISH A mass meeting was held and a club organized BOND with Mr. Melvin Cronin, Vincent Hallinan and CLUB a number of students, whose cards are on the table as far as Ireland is concerned, as officers.
It is almost unnecessary to say that the boys missed many of their old friends of past years. Former members of the faculty are at St. Ignatius no longer.
OLD They are at present in all quarters of the
FRIENDS globe. Father James Hayes, former Prefect of Studies, is now in Santa Clara teaching the Senior class. We can only say to the boys at S. C. that they have in their midst a man whom we of S. I. would love to have with us.
Let us here send greetings to our old friend, Mr. Torre. S. J.. at St. Louis, where he is engaged in his theological studies. We will long remember Mr. Torre, for he worked hard to make us presentable in cultured society and he was “one of us” at all times.
It is a far cry to bally bloomin’ England! Put it is there at Hastings that we find Mr. Edward McFadden and Mr. John Lennon, S. J. They were with us a year ago. The former handled Athletics and the latter acted as Moderator for the Tgnatian. Mr. McFad-uxmiRSiry notes
den writes that England is all right, "but it’s a long way from California." The Ignatian extends best wishes to them all!
Fr. Cunningham is to be warmly congratulated for the successful manner in which he has conducted the Sodality of the Immaculate Conception. The meet-SODALITY ings are most impressive and full of real benefit to the students. The monthly Holy Communions have been attended as never before. It must be confessed that one can not resist the sincerity, the kindly exhortations of Fr. Cunningham without a feeling of real shame.
Great was the joy occasioned by the announcement that the ever generous benefactress of the Jesuit Order, Mrs. Bertha Welch, is to erect a residence THE NEW for the community on the lot cast of St.
FACULTY Ignatius Church. This gift comes at a
BUILDING time when financial difficulty made it vain to expect an early realization of hopes for better living accommodations for the faculty of St. Ignatius College. This gift of Mrs. W elch is by no means the first of her bounty, as those acquainted with the history of St. Ignatius will remember. The members of the Society of Jesus as well as the many friends of the fathers will offer fervent thanksgiving to God for such a favor and beg blessings upon the giver.
The staff of the Ignatian is of the opinion that the following expressions, heard in the local class rooms,
should be immortalized in this pub-FAVORITE lication:
EXPRESSIONS “Wait until the first Friday.”
“For Heaven’s sake, don’t learn this
like a poll-parrot ! ’THU 1GSATIAN
-It's in the hook, isn’t it?"
The Ignatian will accept five dollars from all who arc able to name the authors of these famous quotations.
The annual competition in the High School for the J. Franklin Smith Medal was held on Thursday evening.
HIGH SCHOOL hr. Simpson arranged a very interest-ELOCUTION ing program. For a high school exhi-
CONTEST bition, the contest was really wonder-
ful. The most difficult pieces were handled in a manner that surprised the audience. All the young speakers are to he congratulated.
We must comment on the ability of the winner. Mr. William A. O’Brien, whose clever dialect rendition of the popular piece, “Rosa” was capable of stirring the most unresponsive audience. Mr. James O’Gara. speaking in most original and entertaining style, “The Gift of the Magi.” and Mr. Charles Sweigert, interpreting most masterfully the highly dramatic “Soul of the Violin,” received honorable mention from the judges.
The judges of the contest were Hon. Jeremiah . Coffey Judge Edward Shortall and Dr. Felton Taylor.
'The Junior Philhistorian Debating Society of the High School under the leadership of Mr. Edward 1 . Boland. S.
J„ is still engaged in developing the forensic J. P. D. S. art among the preps. The officers for the present semester are: President. Mr. E. P. Poland. S. J.: Vice-President. William A. O’Brien: Secretaries, Edward Muller and John A. Lenahan: Treasurer. Eugene Corbett.
The Society held its annual public competition for the Gentlemen’s Sodality Gold Medal on April 22nd. “The Effect of the War on the United States” was discussed(jx rEKSirv xorns
in a most professional way. 1 he contestants were: At-
fimiative, Messrs. W. O’Brien, J. Corbett and J. Lenehan; Negative, Messrs. C. Sweigert. J. O’Gara and E. Kiel.
The medal was won by Mr. Charles Sweigert. The judges of the debate were Messrs. Romulo Soto. Leland Jacobson and Rev. M. O’Gorman. Mr. Horace Dilbcrt acted as chairman.
The students, through the Ignatian, express their sincere sympathy to Fr. Martin Maher. S. J., and Fr. acheus
Maher, S. J., who recently suffered the CONDOLENCE death of their beloved mother. We can
only say that we are in accord with the sentiments, beautifully expressed by hd. () Day in another part of this issue.
We also note with regret the death of our saintly friend. Fr. Bougis, S. J., who passed away a few months ago at Los Gatos.
We must also express our sorrow at this time for the death of Rev. Fr. Vincent Testa. S. J.. who was treasurer of St. Ignatius College for many years.
Some time ago a sad group of students assembled in St. Ignatius Church at the funeral of Stephen Dewey, a popular student and athlete of St. Ignatius College. We make this belated and sincere expression of sympathy to his bereaved relatives.
We must also note the Resolution of Condolence, passed by the Senior class of the High School, when death called the mother of Elton Kane to her Heavenly reward. i Our sympathy is also extended to Marcel Desnouee
of Third High, who lost his beloved mother early in the year, and to Edward Downey of First High, whose father died a short time ago. R. I. P.
Eugene O'Meara. ‘23.OUR BEST BET. THE COLLEGE TEAM Molkenbuhr (Captain), Barry, Larrecou. Johnson. Boyle, Williamson, Fitzgerald. Ryan (Coach)BASKETBALL.
The deciding game of the California-Nevada Basketball IyCague for the season of 1920 took place in Reno on March 6th. Had St. Ignatius been victorious, there would have been a triple tie and we would have had another try for the championship. But “sic faturetc.. St. Ignatius failed to deliver the goods and Nevada won the pennant.
But what are a dozen pennants ' compared to the honor of being the first team to defeat the Los Angeles Athletic Club, ex-champs of the United States. We’ll say old St. Ignatius was right there when she handed the boys from the “Land of the Movies” their first defeat in four years!
Apart from her two defeats in the California-Nevada League, her only defeats of the season. Saint Ignatius hung the crepe on many an honor-seeking aspirant outside of the League, including the Athens Club of Oakland, who by the way. claimed that our St. Ignatius-Los Angeles Athletic Club game was only a preliminary to their contest with that renowned club, on the following night. But alas! They nourished vain hopes of victory. Fort Scott, Alcatraz and many other soldier and club teams around the bay will vouch for the cleverness of our budding A. B.’s, LL. B.’s and M. D.’s.
The season began exceptionally early this year, the first practice being held before Christmas. (While the call for “future heroes” was still echoing in the corridors v of our temple of learning, Capt. Molkenbuhr and Melvin
Ignatius Cronin were over in the court ringing basketsTHE IG SAT US
for soda pop.) Lauterwasser, W illiamson, 'Perry Hoyle, W allis and Larrecou were among the old timers. The new comers were Harry, Schweitzer, “Santa Claus" Fitzgerald and “Auggie" Johnsen. Joe Ryan, the boy with the basketball reputation, took charge as coach and manager. We may remark that Joe has been appointed Basketball Commisssioner of the Olympic Club. Capt. Molkenbuhr, W illiamson, Hoyle, Johnsen, Cronin, Larre-cou and Coach Ryan receive well deserved block S. L s.
St. Ignatius, 35; Stanford, 45.
On January 10th, the squad traveled down to Palo Alto where they participated in their first game of the League season against the Cardinal quintet. Regardless of the wonderful battle we put up against Stanford, our efforts were in vain, for in the finish we came out at the short end on the score book. However, were it not for the unusual size of the court, we do not doubt that the figures would have been different. Rut aside from alibis we certainly have to congratulate the team on their admirable showing, especially because they did not lose heart, but like all true fighting St. Ignatius teams they “came back" stronger and more determined than ever in their next tussle.
St. Ignatius, 39; Davis Farm, 29.
W e are forced to sympathize with the boys from the Farm for they came down to the city to play us at the wrong time. With the defeat of Stanford fresh in our breasts and the overwhelming victory over the Athens Club of Oakland fresh in our memories, we met Davis Farm on our own court. Perhaps the breaks were against us or perhaps we were a little over anxious for at half time things looked kind of panicky with the score only 18-17 in our favor. In the second half “Speed" Cronin, shaking the seeds of slumber from his dreary eyes, together with Capt. Eddie and Lauterwasser began toATHLETIC XOTES
show some of the old time form. After the addition of Auggie Johnsen. the outcome of the game was never in doubt. The efforts of the forwards in the second half gave Ray Williamson and 'Perry Boyle at guard a few intervals of rest, for in the first half these two custodians of the baskets bore the brunt of the Davis attack and smeared enough trys to give them a couple of games.
St. Ignatius, 45; College of Pacific, 17.
During the interval between the Davis game and the College of Pacific game, we had the pleasure, if not the honor, of defeating Fort Scott and one or two other teams about the city. Then College of Pacific came to town to receive the same dose that was handed to Davis Farm. The only difference being that College of Pacific found us in better humor and in much better form.
After the game had been put on ice. through the combined efforts of Captain Eddie, Cronin and Johnson, the second team was given a chance to distinguish themselves. Wallis, Schweitzer. Barry, Larrecou and “Santa” Fitzgerald, substituting for the victorious first team. The second team, as is nearly always the case, put up as good if not a better game than the first and had tallied quite a few points up to the final whistle.
The clever limb-manipulations of “Speed” Cronin appalled and awed the admiring spectators, while the fancy shooting of Auggie Johnsen quite took their breath away.
St. Ignatius, 31; Santa Clara, 27.
“How the mighty have fallen.”
On the 25th of February our eager warriors played Santa Clara on their floor. Here our boys slipped the Missionites a pretty little surprise. After kidding the innocent and unsuspecting defenders and rooters of the Red and White through the whole first half. Auggie Johnsen and a roguish lad from the Sunset District, Mel Cronin, took the ball away from the Santa Clara boysTHU IGXATIAX
and showed them how the game ought to he played. During their first real basketball lesson of the season, the rude Santa Clara boys were so inhospitable as to attempt to take the ball away from us. 'Phis so aggravated Ray W illiamson that he took the law (and also the ball) into his own hands and shot three baskets. After his little exhibition Ray politely retired to his proper station and contented himself with helping 'Perry Hoyle prevent the S. C. lads from getting too rambunctious. Neither Larrecou nor Barry were behind in giving their little instructions to the home boys.
St. Ignatius, 23; Nevada, 47.
()n Friday night, March 5th. our championship team left for Reno to play Nevada for the title.
The men making the trip were: Captain Molkenbuhr. Johnson, Cronin, Boyle, Williamson, Larrecou, Wallis, Barry and Fitzgerald. They were confident that they were to be the Pacific Coast champions after the Nevada game. The reason for this was our victory over the L. A. A. C. and the two defeats the Nevada team received at their hands. Moreover, the team played a thirty-minute practice with the unlimited team of the Olympic Club a few days before on their court and thoroughly outclassed them.
The game started with a rush, the ball was thrown in the air and tapped, W illiamson got it and passed to Johnson, who in turn shot and made the basket.
From this on the game began to seesaw back and forth, until the first half ended with Nevada seven points ahead: the score being 10 to 12.
'Phis did not dampen the spirits of our team. Between halves the boys determined to stage a comeback similar to the one at Santa Clara.
'Phe second half started with a rush, neither side making a basket for about five minutes play. Then theathletic xotes
learn seemed to weaken and Nevada kept increasing her lead. Johnson and Molkenbuhr shot at least fifteen times without making a basket; the ball just would not “lit in ’ Cronin was taken out and Hoyle went in. The next man out was Johnson, who was given a seat by the umpire for telling him in plain business-like language what a fine umpire he was in calling nearly fifteen fouls on our men and none on Nevada. Johnson’s words were costly, but the umpire seemed to have realized what he was doing and called his first foul on Nevada when one of our players was tripped by a Nevada man.
The next man out was Molkenbuhr. Barry took Kddie's place and tried to take the lead from Nevada, but it was impossible.
The game ended with Nevada leading by a 47 to 23 score. The champions have a wonderful team and. though disappointed, we extend congratulations.
After sitting down on the train for our homeward journey a meeting of the team was held and Terrence Boyle was elected captain for 1921.
St. Ignatius 40; L. A. Athletic Club 35
(Published in the San Francisco Call)
WOW! You betcha life! WOW! And a darn big one, too. Did you hear about it? Well, what if you did? It’s worth telling more than once anyhow. Listen now and 1 will elucidate.THE ICS AT! AX
On the 25th of February, four days after our victory over Santa Clara, a team from the South known as the Los Angeles Athletic Club and also known at that time as the holders of the V. S. National Championship, came to San Francisco to start their tour of the continent. They intended to make their first game a big victory over St. Ignatius. But what we want and what we get are very different—don’tcha know. The Champions received one of the nicest surprises in all of their history. For four years this team was invincible, winning every game they played, thereby holding a perfect record. Well, this night they came out to the old S. I. court and beheld a mob of rooters. It was the fastest, most exciting game on record. Some are skeptical as to how we did it. But if they consult the records they will find one big reason in the person of Auggie Johnson, who shot 28 of the 40 points tallied. Xo less deserving are the guards, especially Ray Williamson who astonished the whole crowd by his dashing rushes, which broke up many a promising shot at the basket. Tie was ably assisted in this work bv Terry Boyle, who hung back as Ray went up and smothered many a pass under the basket.
“Speed” Cronin and Capt. Eddie were also on the floor and if they did not shoot, they fed Auggie who simply could not miss.
The first half ended in a tie, 23-23. Everybody was doubtful whether we could keep up the terrific pace. But we did. The score see-sawed. In the last few minutes, Molkenbuhr, Cronin. Williamson and Boyle were relieved by Schweitzer, Larrecou, Lauterwasser and Wallis. These men, fresh and willing, took up the battle where the exhausted first team left off. Schweitzer shot the winning basket and Los Angeles received their first defeat in four years, at the hands of a Red and Blue team.
Nicholas B. Maro click, 21.Clancy
HIGH SCHOOL BASKETBALL
130 lb. B. B. Team Olson Mr. Oyarzo, S. J. S. J. Gilly
Quinlan McQuaide (Captain)
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The first problem that confronted the High School Student Body following the reopening of classes, last Fall was the revival of that somewhat forlorn, though persistent figure that has been loitering, more dead than alive in the vicinity of the venerable institution for the past few years—old man Football. The revival of the gentle pastime, was fraught with innumerable difficulties, among them being a late start, lack of weight and inexperience. Nevertheless, these disadvantages, which might have overcome less resolute hearts, failed to dampen the ardor of the Ignatians.
When the call to arms was sounded, about thirty of the more ferocious element among the students, turned out “en masse” in the St. Ignatius Stadium, where Coach Warman and his able assistant “Ishi” Maroevich. 'Apollo's Protege," succeeded in whipping them into a fairly efficient football eleven. At the termination of the practice period, during which the iodine and arnica played no insignificant role, and during which many an adolescing youth experienced sensations that increased his vocabulary, a schedule was arranged and once again the High School gladiators ventured into the Football arena.
Pile following gentlemen utilized their barbarous instincts to great advantage and obtained places on the regular team: Hilly, Brown, Turner. Clancy, Glynn, Meany. O’Connell. Ahrahamsen. O’Brien (Capt.), Sweigert. Ban-non.
Our reinforcements comprised the following, who never failed to come through with a kick” in the hour of adversity, linemen: Popes. Gallagher. O’Donnell, Devine. Doyle, Makall, Kelly, McOuaide. Ryan, Purcell, Chi, Car-roll.
The late start in the season compelled us to limit our schedule to contests with Commerce, Potter and SacredHIGH SCH00L ATHLETICS
Heart. The game against Commerce was the finest tilt of tlie season. After considerable running, sprawling, pushing, kicking, the dust finally cleared away and the “keyboard pounders” emerged from the struggle on the corpulent extremity of a 13 to 6 score. Then followed a defeat at the hands of the Potter “wrecking crew” whose speed and experience proved fatal to our warriors. A 28 to 3 score sounds rather one-sided, but the score is certainly no criterion by which we can judge this affair. Although defeat was served out to us, the stiff opposition and desperate defense put up by our men was such as we may well be proud of.
The concluding game of the season was played against our traditional rival from Sacred Heart. Over a decade had passed since the two Catholic institutions had exchanged punts on the gridiron, and a defeat for either team would have been a severe humiliation. Captain O’Brien was unable to play on account of an injury sustained in the game against Potter; while “Phil” Hannan, our lusty full-back entered the fray with a fractured bone in his hand. Our chances for bringing home the bacon, seemed to dwindle under the gloom of these unfortunate circumstances. Yet, fate was lenient. The contest finally ended in a 6 to 6 tie. and with it the 1919 Pootball season slipped away into history.
This year both the Interclass Haseball and Basketball titles were annexed by the 'Third Year High. There seems to be a charm on the Junior year in High School, for this same thing occurred last year when the present fourth year set the precedent. Since it required something more than mere “luck" to subdue the fourth and second year class-men. we are inclined to believe that the charm of the third year consisted of a “wallop” in both hands. The interclass affairs stirred up plenty of rivalry and renewedHIGH SCHOOL GRADS G. Abrahamson H. Owens J. Doran R. Fulton
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ancient antipathies. Third Year crawled out from the ropes a winner, only after it had beaten down considerable opposition.
The Third Year High enjoys the honor of being the first class to hold the Austin T. I lovvard trophy. This cup is a perpetual trophy for Interclass Basketball. It was presented to the Student Body of the High School by the members of the present Fourth Year High, in memory of their deceased professor. The trophy, no doubt was in great measure responsible for the interest and rivalry displayed by all the teams throughout the entire tournament.
A general manifestation of “pep” and enthusiasm heralded the advent of the Basketball season. To Mr. A. J. Oyarzo, Athletic Moderator of the High School, is due the gratitude and appreciation of the Student Body, for without his unselfish efforts in the interests of the basketball teams, the season would have been far less successful. There were four quintets Hying the colors of the High School this year.
The earlier part of the season was given over to the ICO and 120 pound teams, while the latter part saw the heavier squads of the 130 and 145 pound teams.
The 100 pound team was the first to be seen in action. These little fellows fought their way through numerous outside games, invariably emerging on the long end of the score. Their speed and clever floor work enabled them to wade through the S. F. A. 1.. tournament, conquering the fast quintets of Lowell and Sacred Heart. Unfortunately they lost the division championship to Lick-W'ilmerding by the scant margin of two baskets. The players were: Laughlin, Brannan. Mackin, McAuliffe, Corbett, O’Gara, Callan, Meyer and Lawless.
The 120 pound team was the High School’s best entry. This scrapping little bunch, literally tore through the season.HIGH SCHOOL ATHLETICS
leaving but two defeats to dim the glory of their achievements. It was composed of men who had played together for two seasons, and who had developed a machine that ‘‘hit on all fours.” Lowell, Lick-YVilmerding, and Sacred Heart were among their victims in the S. F. A. L. Tournament.
As “luck” would have it. this quintet after a most successful season lost the city championship to Polytechnic by one solitary basket. ()ur “twenties” led through almost the entire game, but the ancestral “jinx" realized in the last 20 seconds of play that St. Ignatius was about to win a championship, and consequently a diminutive ()riental from Poly shut his eyes and “rung” the deciding basket. It is bard, all right, to lose the coveted laurels of a championship, but never is it so hard as when they are snatched from our very brow. The line-up of the “hard luck" brigade consisted of the following gentlemen: Forwards: Lane. Cul-linan, Cunningham; center: Morrissey; guards: Keith and Cavanagh, the latter winner of the II. S. block.
The surprise of the season was furnished by the 130 pound team. There was not much hope entertained for the “thirties” at the start of the season. Contrary to all expectations they “came through” in real style. Their records show victories over Poly, Mission and Lowell, the latter losing the S. F. A. L. division championship to our basketers. Our victory over Lowell gave us the right to play Cogswell for the championship of the league. Here again F'ate intervened and slipped us a “washer.” The thirties swallowed a 24 to 16 defeat.
The success of this team was largely due to Capt. Jeff Gaffney, who possesses the happy faculty of “ringing” goals from any angle of the court. The other members of the team who receive circle blocks are: Kelly, McSweeney. Gilly, Clancy, Oslsen, McQuaide, Quinlan, Farrell, and Mullanev.
Unfortunately the 145 pound team was pitted against
120 LB. BASEBALL TEAM Keith, Lane, Cunningham, Cavanagh (Capt.), Cullinan. Morrissey 110 LB. BASEBALL TEAM Callan Meyer Mr. Oyarzo, S. J. Mackin Lawless
J. McAuliffe (Capt.) Corbett Brennan
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Capt. “Marty” O’Brien (no, he is not a Bulgarian) pasted a few more notes of congratulations in his scrapbook. Thanks to his ability and indefatigable spirit, the team was rescued from many a “tight situation.” McCormick and "Spider” Kelly also distinguished themselves in this division. file lineup consisted of the following players: Forwards. Capt. O’Brien. McCormick; center.
Kelly; guards, Glynn. Sweigert. Popes, Devine and Madden.
The baseball season has just begun at St. Ignatius. The team is captained by Pete Daley, who holds down the position at third base. “Pete” possesses an arm like a catapult, and enjoys knocking a perfectly good $2.00 ball for a “row of sacks.” Kelly, Cullinan and Hall complete the infield. The outfield is taken care of by Turner, McDonald and “Jeff” Gaffney. “Giovani” Clancy and “Guglielmo” McSweeny are sending the fast ones across the plate for the High School team. Both evidently have more on the ball than their fingers. “Tommy" Ryan is receiving them in great fashion. Those whom the team can rely upon in emergencies are: Keith. McCarthy and Brown.
I’he team has already hung up the scalps of Potter. Lick-Wilmerding. Hitchcock. Fremont High of Oakland and their old rivals from Sacred Heart. The latter succumbed in their first S. F. A. L. tilt bv a score of 3 to 2. Under the competent direction of Mr. A. J. Ovarzo, S. J., the team should make a strong bid for the S. I7. A. L. championship. Here’s hoping that they knock the “jinx” for a "homer” and come sliding in with the honors.
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PRINTERS AND PUBLISHERS
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St. Ignatius College
The college embraces the following departments:
A—The Department of Letters, Science and Philosophy.
A course of four years leading to the degree of Bachelor of Arts or Bachelor of Science.
B—The Department of Law.
A course of four years leading to the degree of Bachelor of Laws.
C—The Premedical Department.
A course of three years in Chemistry, Bacteriology, Biology and Anatomy, preparatory to the study of Medicine.
Rev. Pius L. Moore, S. J., President
The High School Department.
A course of four years from the completion of standard grammar schools and preparatory to the College.
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THE IGXATIAX. IDI ERT ISIL.1 UNTS
HOME INSURANCE COMPANY
Organized In 1853
The largest Fire Insurance Company on the American Continent
FRANKLIN FIRE INSURANCE CO.
Organized in 1X28 An Old Established American Fire Insurance Company
ALLIED BRANCHES OF INSURANCE TRANSACTED
Registered Mail Windstorm
Sprinkler Leakage Tourists’ Baggage Use and Occupancy
ROFF DECKER, General Agents
PAUL A. NOHMAND, Assistant General Agent
451 California Street, San Francisco
Merchants’ Exchange Building PHONE KEARNY 853-854
Liberal Contracts of Indemnity, bully Guaranteed by Funds Ample to Meet Without Delay Any Obligation. Prompt and Equitable Adjustment of Losses.136
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It is my privilege to clothe many of the notably well dressed young men of St. Ignatius, both in the university and in club and business circles.
Society brand clothes for young men
$45 and up
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