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 — • ' Child of the days of gold, when millions pined To share thy lot; and o’er the death-strewn plain And Titan ridge toiled myriads in pain, Defying Death, Earth’s treasured hoards to find. Not such thy heart-quest. Heavenward soared thy mind. The gold of human lives thv joy and gain; Youth’s soul thy lure; thy toil its steps to train Amid Life’s maze with many a pitfall lined. First Native Son upon our "Western shores Loyola’s band to join; for fifty years complete He only who the wealth of grace outpours Can measure thee today a guerdon meet; To which safe-garnered in His heart above AYe add our tribute of responsive love. Meveren6 "3ol)n 3, (Tunnin am, 5. 3. wljose wort!) an6 services cannot fee measure in terms of time tljis volume is respectfully 6e6icate6CONTENTS Fight 'em Harvard (Story) - - - - 7 The Dreamer (Verse) - - - - 14 Parent or State? - - - - 15 The Mirror (Verse) - - - - 19 The Derelict (Verse) - - - - - 20 Sunset (Verse) - - - - - 29 Hough Weather (Verse) - - - - 30 Ueorge Washington and Patriotism - - - - 31 Easy Money (Story) - - - - - 33 The Habe (Verse) ... - - - - 42 Night Law School - - - - - 43 The Hose of Don Pablo (Verse) - - - - 46 Dick Eights His Wrong (Story) - - - - 49 A Pledge (Verse) ... - - - - 55 Editorial - - - - 56 In Memoriani .... - - - - 60 Alumni - - - - 62 Law School Notes - - - - - 68 I’niversity Notes - - - - - . 77 Athletics - - - - 82 High School Notes ... - - - - 89 High School Athletics - - - - 93 Fight ’Em Harvard Edward I). Keil, ’25 AD you happened to stroll into the University Club of New York one bright morning in early spring, you could not but have noticed a tall, strong, impeccably tailored and exquisitely groomed young man engaged in the arduous occupation of blowing great gusts of heavy Turkish tobacco smoke towards the massive ceiling, for lie was the only occupant of the room. The gentleman is J. Bentley Partmour, of New York and Tuxedo. J. Bentley’s great-great grand-daddy happened to visit America long before Prohibition was thought of and, with the aid of a few bottles of poor rum possessed himself of enough property on old Manhattan Island to keep his descendents, J. Bentley among the number, from starving, and to leave a comfortable sum over for jumps to Deauville, Miami, and Coronado. Outside of these annual excursions, J. Bentley’s life was taken up in buying and wearing clothes and experimenting in various brands of Oriental tobacco. But J. Bentley, like all men, great or small, who view the affairs of this vale of tears with too much complacency, was destined to be Fate’s little play-toy, precisely at the time that he was basking in its sweetest smile. Idly he gazed out into the teeming street. He watched the flitting forms of stenographers as they hurried along— and the little, bent men, with washed-out complexions—clerks, Partmour guessed they were—and thanking God that he, J. Bentley, was not one of them, with a feeling of infinite superiority he reclined in his chair and sent a long, languorous trail of smoke ceilingward. “Hello, Partmour—glad to see you!” Partmour slightly turned his head, a little petulant at having his restful self-congratulations so rudely disturbed.THE I ax ATI AX 8 “Er, T say—Oh, Cheerio, Parker, old fellow.’ ‘‘Well, Part in our,” said Parker, drawing a chair, “I haven't seen you since the last reunion at Cambridge.'" •I. Bentley Partmour raised his eyebrows slightly as if with considerable effort. He was not indeed displeased to meet Parker for he had sincerely liked him in college days, but though fairly intimate they had never been close chums. Bentley preferring the social side of education in the company of the gentler sex, Parker an enthusiast in every kind of manly sport. So they had met, lived, and parted, each esteeming the good qualities of the other, but unable to see life through the same eyes. J. Bentley tolerated tennis; could yawn out. if necessary, an inning or two of baseball; but football! lie had seen a game once and Parker in it. Parker in crimson sweater, leather helmet, canvas pants, ugly ill-fitting things, and then Parker had disappeared except for his wriggling legs, amid a score of other collegians similarly outfitted—the sight of such primitive instincts was too much for J. Bentley. He incontinently fled the field, and appeared there no more. In fact it is stated that he blushed ever afterwards that his Alma Mater should permit her cherished sons to turn themselves into gorillas for the delectation of the rabble. But we give this on hearsay. And yet so strange is the human heart that J. Bentley, even against his better judgment, felt a secret thrill when his College won; felt a certain anxiety when Vale, the Army, or the Navy, came up that way; a feeling which persisted though lie fought against it as a temptation to vulgarity; and sometimes he awoke from a revery as from an evil dream, for the words ‘‘Fight ’em, fight 'em, Harvard!” had been echoing in his brain. But he was not responsible, he reflected, for unconscious thought. The conscious J. Bentley would never so sin. “— saw Jimmy Ralston,” rambled on Parker, good-humoredly, “lie's had a crew of greasers digging oil for him out in the middle of Mexico—and George de Grove, rememberFIGHT 'EM HARVARD 9 him? He’s building that suspension bridge over in the harbor at Shanghai—” J. Bentley sighed wearily. ‘‘Really, Parker,” he said, “it fatigues my mind even to hear of those fellows. Exertion—rush—fuss and foam”— he waved his hand dreamily. Imagine his long tapering fingers burnt by the sun and soiled! .“But you, Parker”, lie added, “must be taking it easy now. I believe I saw by the papers that your uncle had left you a fortune, a mere superfluity—since you had plenty already.” “Well,” answered Parker, “as to money 1 suppose I don’t need to worry. But it’s the old ‘Fight ’em, Harvard’ spirit that’s still got its grip on me. When 1 graduated I served as a mate on a boat that ran the submarine blockade, and when we got into the war, why I hooked up with that aviation unit—Gad, but we had battling there! And after it was all over, I trotted down to South Africa into the Kimberly, you know. Well, I got the fever there, and 1 had to leave, so I set out for Western Canada to cruise the lumber country—” “But I say,” broke in Partmour, “what’s the sense of all this hullabaloo? The war I understand. 1 went before the Board again and again but couldn’t get past it. But aside from defense of country, I think that life is the object of life. Why not play at something easy instead of going to these outlandish holes. I wouldn't give up a chair in this club for all the mines in Asia, or wherever the bally things are—” “Can’t you see,” said Parker, “that it’s not the mines and it’s not the money one makes, it’s the adventure, man— the thrill of combat with some other force, the joy of crashing the whole weight of your body and soul against some obstacle and MAKING it move for you! ! That’s why you saw fellows at Harvard sweating their hides out over a measly10 THE IGNAT I AN football. That's why they waste their bodies in some Asiatic swamp, or study themselves blind in some laboratory of commerce.” “Rather good speech, that,” drawled Partmour, “but you’re wrong old chap, nobody with any money should exert himself that way—and, really, Parker, I think it’s decidedly lowbrow to be so stagey, don’t you know—that may be all right among the mob that mucks for its living, but the love of conflict for its own sake is gone—submerged utterly—in the higher breeds of men. But, I say old chap, it’s past the hour when we should toddle in for a bite.” Parker laughed. “All right, what you say, you doubtless mean,” he said, 11 but the primal love of battle is deeper in the fiber of man than you give it credit for, and most of the time it doesn’t take a great upheaval to bring that spirit to the top. Why, I remember Sam Brandston, (he played right half for us in ’16)—Sam was the direct descendant of a line of Puritan ministers as long as your arm, but when Sam got started, he was the roughest man that ever dug a cleat into Soldiers’ Field.” “But—er—a bite, old stick,” interposed Partmour. “Oh, sure,” said Parker. “Pardon me for being so forgetful, but when old times come up—. But say, 1 leave for • Yucatan at three this afternoon to examine some mine claims. Let this be my treat.” “Really, I couldn’t—” “I insist—I’ll pay for the lunch, and you come to the dock and see me off.......Yes, table for two.” • ••••• “To be candid, Parker, I don’t like the looks of this,” remarked Partmour, as he and Parker alighted from their taxi and approached the dock. “No, it certainly doesn’t look as if we were especially welcome,” replied Parker. Then turning to a special, whoFIGHT ’EM HARVARD 11 was guarding the dock, “What is the matter here, anyhow? Why that bunch of men over there?” “Oh! them fellows? They’re stevedores — on strike — laying for any scabs that try to load up the boat,” calmly replied the special. “That’s nice,” grinned Parker, “I sail on that boat to-day, for Yucatan.” “Not to-day, I’m afraid. It’ll take ’em a day more to load her even after the cops come down an’ clear these here strikers off. You better wait till the boys from the station come before you try an’ cross this dock.” “Yes, that’s an excellent thought—one is liable to receive a stone in the head from one of those bruisers,” exclaimed Part mou r. “Oh, come on across ’ replied Parker, “what’s the difference ? ’ ’ Partmour never had an opportunity to explain to Parker just what the difference was, for scarcely were the words out of his mouth, when the mob, as if by common impulse, swept down upon them. Self-preservation was the first thought of the guard, and with one whoop he raced for his life. Parker, on the other hand, with the old football spirit surging in his veins, a broad grin on his face, quietly awaited the rush. Partmour was petrified—never in his eminently proper life had-he been face to face with a situation such as this. All the poise that he had acquired through numerous sieges at the tea-table, and the evolutions of dancing, and campaigns of flirtation, suddenly abandoned him. It was not physical fear that possessed him. It was the bad form of a street-row. J. Bentley Partmour mixed up with stevedores in a dock fight! How would that look in newspaper headlines? And even if it were kept out of the papers—for that could be accomplished—the very idea of a collar awry, a battered face,12 TIIE ION ATI AN or tousled hair—that was impossible—must be avoided at all costs—simply wasn’t done. Then a strange thing happened, an incident at which Fate herself must have smiled when she planned it. J. Bentley Partmour dropped his cane. Now Partmour knew that no one could go up the Avenue in the afternoon without a cane, no matter how urgent the reason, so he leaned over to pick it up. And then the very gods laughed. The stevedores were already around him, but J. Bentley, intent upon more important things, heeded them not. One jostled him—his eye glass dropped to the ground. Deftly his cane was kicked from under his nose. It was soon converted into tooth-pieks. A massive foot came down on his eye glass. A tiny heap of crushed glass showed where it had fallen. J. Bentley began to see red. Slowly he raised himself to his full height and then out of his throat rose a low, ungodly growl—a growl that might have come from the Grecian line as it stood at Salamis, or from Wellington’s Grays as they crossed Waterloo, or from the trampled fields of any football stadium when twenty-two young heroes convert themselves into human catapults. It was a growl of defiance, of battle—and it issued unrestrained from the lips of the very proper J. Bentley Partmour. An instant later he suited the action to the growl, if we may modify a time-worn saying to further the great cause of Literature and Truth. To describe J. Bentley’s strategy in this momentous battle would require a genius for narration far above my powers. Suffice it to say that he covered a great deal of ground—in more ways than one—and, to paraphrase the ancient chroniclers, he smote and was smitten with right hearty goodwill. I must add here, (it is my duty as a faithful historian to do so), that J. Bentley used his feet and his teeth also to excellent advantage. How long the battle raged. Partmour never knew. His first returning consciousness to the realities of polite life was when he was dragged from the scene of conflict by two police-FIGHT 9EM HARVARD 13 men and unceremoniously dropped upon some bales of hay. When lie was able to grasp things and persons more clearly, lie realized that Parker—a rather bloody Parker—with a smile that was lacking two teeth, was wiping his face with a soiled handkerchief. Also, Partmour observed, Parker seemed highly elated over something, and was repeating in a sort of chant, 4‘The higher breed, the higher breed—Fight 'em, Harvard, Fight ’em! .... The higher breed!— I knew lie had it in him!” Then it dawned upon J. Bentley that the paean was dedicated exclusively to his, J. Bentley’s prowess in the conflict, whereupon lie drew himself solemnly, though unsteadily to his feet, and through very puffed lips, said with unruffled dignity: “I say, Parker, you’re entirely wrong—entirely. Merely entered the brawl to chastise the brutes that—that forgot their place. Really, you must understand, it was merely in the form of a reprisal—a reprisal, and all that sort of thing and you must understand it as such, really.” And then, as Parker laughed in loud, uproarious mirth, vague memories of the late conflict arose in J. Bentley's brain. He remembered now that he had heard the cry as from a distance in the thickest of the fight “Fight ’em. Fight ’em, Harvard!” He remembered—but no, it could not be—that he too had repeated and repeated and revelled in the words. ITe stopped, puzzled—he looked for an answer into the laughing, though blackened, eyes of Parker. “Did I really, Parker?” he said. The answer was emphatic. “J. Bentley, you did!”Parent Or State? George E. Devine, 923 WHEN our American government was established, one hundred and fifty years ago, its founders took particular care to set forth plainly and unmistakably the rights of the people. They had fought for many years for an opportunity to exercise these rights; and it was of the greatest importance to them that the prerogatives of the citizens of this country should be clearly defined and strictly respected. By a Constitution which has been pronounced to be one of the . world’s most equitable doctrines, the people were guaranteed the free exercise of their natural rights; and by a government whose purpose it was to safeguard these rights, they have i rested secure in their enjoyment. Lately, however, the more observant among our statesmen and citizens have realized that there has come a dangerous change in the current of our national life. The old ideals of the Constitution, and the first principles of our government are not respected or held inviolate to-day as they have been in the past. There have been many instances of this divergence from our former traditions, but none, perhaps, so striking as that we have but recently witnessed. In our sister state to the North, an act was passed at the last general election which is of the greatest importance to all fair-minded, clear-thinking people, and to Americans, and Catholic Americans in particular. The provisions of the Oregon School Law have become so well known that it is not necessary to set them forth in detail; it will be sufficient to state that it compels all children between the ages of eight and sixteen to attend the public schools. After one of the most bitterly contested campaigns in the political history of our country, the act was passed by a majority of fourteen thousand votes. The first issue raised in the campaign was that of Americanism, and as the attack 4THE toy ATI AN Ifi was directed primarily against the parochial schools, the Americanism of Catholics as a whole was called into question. The charge of disloyalty, however, was easily disproved by the record of Catholics in the recent war when, without being drafted, thirty-five per cent of the volunteers in the Army, forty per cent in the Navy, and fifty per cent in the Marines were Catholic, while the ratio of Catholics to the population is only seventeen per cent. Though tin authors of the bill professed at the start that there was no religious issue at stake, the mask was soon thrown off. and an attack of vilification and abuse was launched at the Catholic Church. This, while its first purpose was to enlist religious animosity in favor of the bill, also clouded the issue so that the underlying principle of the law was not perceived by a great number of the voters. That this is a bold attack at the system of parochial schools is evident at first glance; that it is a successful move on the part of the un-American promoters of bigotry and intolerance is also clear; but it is more than this. It is a direct assault against the sovereignty of parent over child, an endeavor to establish the supremacy of the State over the rights of the family. By it the parent is denied any voice in the training of his children, for the State, like ancient Sparta, seizes them from the tender care of the home and establishes a dictatorship over their training. However, it is not an unexpected development of State absolutism and the bureaucratic tendency of centralization, for campaigners have long been agitating the complete control of the child by the State. Others in their craze for paternalism have made us the most law-ridden country in the world—and the least observant of laws—; while the tendency is towards still greater powers for the Federal and State authorities, until we shall soon have, not a government, but a keeper. That the real foundation of the law may be more clearly perceived and understood, we may examine the principles SENIOR LAW i Fitzpatrick, E. Barry, J. Scott. W. Kilroy, J. Cummings, B. McDermott. J. Me Knew. J. White. R.£ 13 Pieruccini. E. Kelly. K. Castel, L. SENIOR LAW McGrath. F. Childress. H. Hal pin, T. Lauriston. J. Sweigert, W. Conway. A.SENIOR LAW Delaney. E. Madden. L. Holccnbcrsc, S. Perry, F. Briare. J. Elliott. J. Sheehan. W. Twomoy. A. Sullivan. (!.A. B. Devine, G. !•'. Slater, K. I. O’Gara, G. J.PARENT OR STATE? 17 involved to determine just what is the status of the parent in regard to his offspring, and what the rights and duties of the State. Upon analysis, it is evident that the theory upon which the bill was based was that of evolution, considered of course from a sociological standpoint. If morality is regarded merely as convention; if Religion is an invention of primitive superstitious tribes; if the State must take possession of children and educate them only for its own advantage—then the bill is entirely logical. But, considered in the light of true principles, and by itself, without the false dignity and trappings with which modern political systems have endowed it, what is the State? And what is the origin of this seemingly omnipotent body which already regulates what we shall drink and the size of our incomes, and now assumes to itself the prerogative of educating all children in its publis schools?. The State is a society consisting of many families united under a common ruler for the safeguarding of the life and welfare of the community. The State consists immediately of families and remotely of individuals. This is plain from the position of the family in the order of nature, for the family stands midway between the individual and the State. The family, therefore, being antecedent to the State, has certain rights and duties which are inalienable, even by the State. Among are the rearing and training of children, in which education is the most important part. And since the rearing of the child is primarily a duty of the parents, so the education of the child is essentially their right. As the State exists primarily for the welfare of the individual and the family; and not the individual and the family for the State, such assumptions by the State of powers which belong solely to domestic society are entirely unwarranted. On the other hand, it must not be thought that the State has no interest whatever in the training of its future citizens. No one denies the rights of the State to see that all children18 THE I (i SAT I AX receive an education that will fit them for useful and honorable careers. In all schools, whether established by the Church, the State, or a group of families, the State should see that the laws of public health and order are observed, and if in any school doctrines are taught which are against the public peace, or otherwise opposed to the interests of the community, tlie State may intervene. Moreover, if the parents neglect their duty, or delegate to the State the power of educating their children, it may establish such schools as are necessary. It is also plain that the State may, and should have certain standards of education to which all must conform. This is justified by considerations of public good. But if these requirements are satisfied by any parent or group of parents who desire a system of education in which, besides the necessary branches of secular knowledge, sound morals and religion arc inculcated, the State has no right to interfere. What is objected to is a State monopoly of education, on the principle that the child belongs to the State, and that the State’s interest in children is superior to the natural interest which the parents have in their offspring. It is thus apparent that the theory of absolute State control of education is groundless, and to see that in practice it is productive of the most disastrous results, we have but to look about us. Godless education in France, where Voltaire boasted that he would blot out the Star of Bethlehem and drive the name of God from the schools; the pursuit of sceptical and materialistic science in Germany; and similar conditions all over the globe have brought the world to the condition in which it is, where brother seeks to kill brother for monetary gain, and where nations fly at each others’ throats for rich oil districts or coal mines. Even in our own country it is the same. Americans were once a religious people. Now, after seventy years of education without God in the public schools, almost two-thirds of the American pco-TIIE MIRROR 19 pie have no affiliation whatever with any religious creed. What the world needs to-day is a return to the old, fundamental principles. It has set up purely human “Leagues of Nations” and “Peace Conferences,” and they have fallen with a resounding crash. It has sought morality without religion and found it to be a sham. The State has tried education without religion, and found that the most highly educated are sometimes its most unworthy citizens. The world needs to have the rising generation rightly trained by their parents, with less regulation by the State in matters that do not belong to it. There must be a realization on the part of the people that there is a danger which threatens, not only their liberty of conscience, not only their rights as parents, but the welfare and the very life of our country. If all American citizens were vigilant of their prerogatives; if any encroachment on their natural and constitutional rights were strenuously resisted; then there would be no fear of the opponents of religious liberty, of the enlargement of the power of civil society, or of the autocracy of the State. The Mirror Neil McCallion, Laic, ’25 Too oft we see our neighbor’s life Reflected in a glass That makes of e’en the fairest form A shapeless, twisted mass.The Dreamer Kenneth Doyle, High School, ’24 In an attic dimly lighted, Dreamy-eyed and growing gray, Lulled by wiles of airy fancy Droned a man the livelong day. In the future, never present, Was the masterpiece he'd write. Morning’s hours gave place to noonday Noonday glided into night. Changing years roused no endeavor, Till upon a listless day Passed his soul to his Creator, Faded thus his dream away.The Derelict Eustace Cullman, Jr., ’25 I. HE shipping master climbed over the port rail of the good ship “Lady Louise”, his broad, leathery face aglow with honest satisfaction. “Here they be, Captain Bellnay, and as fine a crew as ever I’ve shipped”, he called out enthusiastically, addressing his remarks to a short, intelligent-looking man who was leaning against the opposite rail in company with a huge giant of a mate. After the master came the crew, “as fine as he had ever shipped.” It was the typical complement of an outgoing American deep water vessel—the motley gang of nut-browned, tar-stained foreigners, in their canvas sea jackets, smirched with the accumulated grime of many and distant voyages. Each, as he climbed onto the deck, tossed with a sailorly heave, his clothes-bag upon the dunnage pile, and then joined his shipmates by the capstan as they stood waiting patiently to be counted. Captain Bellnay and the mate looked the crew over with evident disgust. “Where did he round up that nest of wharf-rats?” exclaimed the captain, irritably. “There’s not a first class sailor in the bunch, if I’m a judge!” The mate slowly turned the quid of tobacco over and over in his mouth before replying. “A rotten deal”, he said, “a gang o’ lubbers sure. But time, an’ patience, an’ a be-layin’ pin can round ’em out.” Already the shipping master was approaching with the lists and his receipts. “Tally ’em off, will you, Cap’ll Bellnay? Here’s the names.” The captain took the list dubiously, and with lowered brow approached the crew. “Answer your names as they are called”, he said roughly, “and then form along the rail.”THE DERELICT 21 “Tom Draak!” “Here!” A ponderous Swede shuffled across the deck. “Donald Me Angus !” A burly Scot followed to starboard. The captain regarded the paper carefully before he read the next. “Satan Carillo!” “Here!” responded a melodious voice, as a fine featured little Italian touched his cap, and, smiling pleasantly, joined the other two. Captain Bellnay glared alternately at the shipping master and at the cherubic owner of the sinister name. “What’s the idea?” he cried angrily, turning to the shipping master, “didn’t I tell you no Dagos need apply?” A shadow passed over the Italian’s face, only to vanish as quickly as it had come. “What do you expect on short notice?” returned the shipping master hotly. “You signed for sixteen men and you’ll take these sixteen men or lay over a day, and that’s that”, he concluded with decision. “Besides, this ain’t no Dago. He’s a Greek Islands.” “But his name is Dago”, objected the captain. “Now see here, Cap’n”, said the shipping master, “I ain’t got no time to fool. There’s lots of people as has names like his in America, and they’re just as good Americans as you or me. If you don’t want the crew, say so. There’s the ‘Belle Isle’ over there as’ll take ’em.” “Ask the man himself”, prompted the mate. The captain yielded to the suggestion. “Satan Carillo.” The seaman stepped forward. “Where were you born?” asked the captain. “Greek Islands,” was the ready answer. “Parents?”22 THE IGNAT I AN “Italia.” “Then you are a Dago; you speak the lingo.” The face of the seaman clouded. It was plain that he felt the insult; yet he answered respectfully, “Parents, Italia; me Greek Islands.” “Have you ever been in Calcutta?” “Me?” The seaman’s eyes opened in astonishment and candor. “Me, Calcutta? Hong-Kong, Yokohama, si; Calcutta?” lie shook his head. “P’raps”, he said after a moment’s pause, “p’raps my cousin. Him mucha like me, only got plenty whisk’,” and his nimble hands were up all over and around his face. You could almost see the whiskers growing. “Vcr’ bad man. Ver’ bad man.” He lowered his voice and looked around in evident fear. “P’raps”, he said, “Carbonaro.” A load seemed lifted from the captains mind. Greek or no Greek this man had no sympathy with the Carbonari. He turned to the shipping master and said, “All right; I take the crew.” The roll was soon called; the shipping master took his leave; the Lady Louise was heading for the ocean. II. The day was ideal and cheering to the sailor’s heart, as under full sail the Lady Louise coquetted with the frolicsome swells of the ocean. Gracefully she rose and fell, seeming to enjoy her freedom as much as the jack-tars who were gathered here and there upon the deck. Captain and mate stood apart conversing. The Italian, too, was apart; in appearance, watching a sail on the distant horizon; in reality, conversing with himself in the recesses of his heart. He was smiling, though his smile was not good to sec. He was speaking in his native tongue. “Bah!” lie was saying, “how easily with my whiskered cousin I fooled the captain—my cousin safe and far away inTHE DERELICT 23 the galleys of Palermo! They say he was pardoned—bah they always say these things. How often must he have cursed those whiskers that sent him there—whiskers that I wore to fasten my deeds on him and get revenge! Let him eat his heart out.” The eyes of the Italian glistened. “He is there for life. I need not worry.” The scene in his mind had changed and brought him back to his reception on the Lady Louise, but his eyes still kept their fire. “Dago”, he muttered, “Dago. So they call us when they rob 11s. We are fine people, nice people, when we toil and slave and put our money in their banks—and when they fleece us—Dagos. But he knows we are on his track.” His eyes were fixed intently on the distant sail. The Italian had proved himself an excellent seaman. Quiet, prompt, respectful, he was possessed of a strength and endurance that seemed out of all proportion to his frame. He was a favorite with the mate and with the crew. No one dared impose upon him. He troubled no one. “Fine seaman, that”, said the mate, as he noticed the gaze of the captain intently fixed upon the quiet figure by the rail. “Been a great help to me. I ’m glad you took him.” “It was the mistake of my life”, said the captain slowly. But we are all fools sometimes. It is the last voyage for one or the other or both.” “Tut, tut, Cap’n”, said the mate. “I fear that you allow your dark fancies to get the better of you. I can’t for the life of me see why you dislike him.” “If your life were forfeited”, said the captain, “forfeited innocently;—but you may as well hear the story. Perhaps you can help me. There is an incident in my history of which I have never hitherto spoken. I was at one time the president of an Italian bank in New York. You will think it strange. So it was from many points of view, but not from one. That was my undoing. When the offer was made me, I laughed at the idea. I knew nothing of banking. So I24 THE I ON ATI AX told them. They laughed in return. ‘Just the man we want’, they said. ‘We want an American merely for appearance’ sake. We’ll do the business. You sign papers and draw your salary.’ They did the business and me in the bargain. They ruined the bank and pocketed the profits. Hundreds of poor Dagos lost their all. The revolutionary funds of the Carbonari vanished into air. Imagine a hornet’s nest. One of the directors called on me. ‘You better skeep’, he said, ‘tonight.’ ‘I’ll stay’, I replied. ‘Yes’, he said with a broad smile, ‘if the Carbonari catch, you stay.’ You know now why I would never ship a Dago.” The mate looked grave. “Have they ever made an attempt?” he asked. “More than once”, the captain replied, “the last time in Calcutta. One of the assailants was of the very build of that Dago yonder, but his beard was thick and bushy. If that fellow had a beard, I’d say he was the same. Beards can be shaved.” The distant sail no longer interested the Italian. The workings of his heart were no longer reflected in his face. lie rose, stretched himself, turned and quietly went his way, respectfully saluting captain and mate as he passed them, the model seaman of the Lady Louise. III. It was a gray, stormy afternoon of late December. The Callao-bound bark, Lady Louise, with decks awash, was laboring in the throes of a cold Antarctic storm. With every spar bending, and the rigging shrieking in the gale, the little craft struggled on, now poised atop of a green mountain of water, now scudding down long, sullen slopes that seemed half a mile in length, to disappear seemingly lost in the valley beneath. Captain Bellnay and the mate scanned the horizon with anxious eyes. Suddenly the sharp voice of the captain was heard above the storm. “How’s the course, helm?”THE DERELICT 25 “North by west, sir.” “Bring her west by south. Run up the staysails, men.” Each man sprang forward to do his duty. The wind caught the big body of the Swede and for a time he could make no headway. Then he stopped. Every moment counted. The sail was loosed. “We can do by ourselves”, sang out a melodious voice. “Pull.” In desperation the men obeyed. What strength there was in those arms no one had suspected. The sail rose, up—halfway—yes; they would make it, though the biting cold ate into their muscles, and the snow that had begun to fall made their foothold less secure. Would the ropes hold? IIow they tugged and strained! Hold? As if the storm had hitherto been toying with them, now it bore down upon them with all its fury; the sails disappeared into the cloud of driving snow over the lee rail, as a sudden blast blew them to shreds. In a blinding swirl of snow, the green seas were charging over the weather rail and spilling out of the lee scuppers, while the icy waves snarled round the seamen’s legs. Every one from the mate down was mustered to rig preventer stays to the bowsprit. The helmsman lashed his wheel to bear a hand. The cook was sent out on the bowsprit with the rest to assist in hitching a heavy hawser around the end of a spar. At this moment, as if rejoicing to have trapped them, the sea lifted itself up in a mountainous, seething wall to windward, and having gathered in itself the fury of a hundred waves, it swept down with a hideous roar and crashed headlong on the ship. “Hang on!” bellowed the captain. “Hang on!” “Hang on to what?” The cry was the cry of instinctive desire,—not of reason. The sea in hoarse merriment laughed outright. Those men might have been flies, so easily did it do its work. One alone by the steel-like tenacity of his grip and his more than human agility in avoiding the brunt of the wave remained, one dark and dripping object clinging desperately to a bobstay. Perhaps, too, the demons of the2G THE IGNAT I AN sea had touched him more lightly as they swept over the demons in his heart. It was the Italian. The captain, too. had escaped, as if by a miracle. “All but one,” he groaned, “all gone but one, the hoodoo of the ship.” It was no easy matter for the Italian to gain the deck, for the ship was plunging and tossing in the wake of the fearful wave. Vet a smile lit up his face; the memory of his wrongs lied to him, he had been spared that he might do justice. “Stay forrard, there”, yelled the half-crazed captain. The roaring of the storm must have drowned his voice. The man was advancing. From his breast the captain drew his pistol and pointed it. The Italian saw the act, and stopped by the side of a mass of wreckage. A sharp report rang out in the lull of the storm as the vessel dipped. The Italian placed his hand on his breast, staggered, and disappeared from view. The captain’s heart smote him, but the deed was done. "What proof had he of the guilt of the Italian? None. lie had perhaps slain an innocent man. Disgusted with himself he turned away. He could not bring himself to view the body. Had he sought to do so. he would have been astonished to find that the corpse had disappeared. The shot had gone wild; the Italian had acted his part well. Unharmed he had squirmed to a place of safety. The storm was gradually abating, and the bark was rolling more easily in the trough of the sea. Away to the westward the declining sun broke triumphantly through a barrier of clouds and cast long, slanting rays over the restless ocean. Soon darkness fell, and Captain Bcllnay began making preparations for the night. First lie descended to the lockers, opened one and scattered its contents,—signal flags—on the floor. Selecting the three marked K. G. and P. he proceeded to the deck and ran the flags up to the truck in the orderTHE DERELICT 27 named. Having raised the distress signals he visited the store-room and provided himself with a supply of food, part of which he consumed as his evening meal. Finally lie prepared his bunk, and after loading the empty chamber in his revolver and placing the weapon within easy reach, wearied, he fell asleep. At about half-past twelve he awoke, with a vague feeling of some presence in the room. lie peered into the darkness; he could see nothing. The window was still closed tightly, the cabin door, secured apart for ventilation, was unchanged. He propped himself on his elbows and strained his ears for a sound. Nothing but the waves beating against the side of the boat. Suddenly he felt the pressure of a hand upon his chest; he reached for his pistol. He could not find it. Strong fingers were closing around his. throat. "With a frantic effort he shook himself loose, and half stumbling, half running, headed madly for the deck. The pale moon coming from behind a cloud cast a silver sheen upon an upraised dagger. Then darkness. AVhen the moon again appeared but one figure remained, staring far astern with glassy eyes intent upon a speck of blackness tossing on the waves. IV. They were standing together on the deck of the steamer “Alamo” as she slowed up on approaching the derelict which drifted aimlessly on a tranquil sea. “She seems to be in pretty fair shape”, remarked a seaman to his companion, “except for the bowsprit and the staysail; but there seems to be no life aboard.” The man addressed was of medium height, sinewy, evidently a foreigner, and as he moved with easy, cat-like steps to get a better view, you would have sworn that he was Satan Carillo with a bushy beard. Suddenly among the watchers forward there was a stir. A solitary figure waving his cap had appeared at the rail.28 THE I ON ATI AN The bearded man moved farther up the line. The survivor of a wreck appeals to the interest of every heart. Some sailors had been called away to man the boat, and the bearded seaman was about to slip into the place left vacant when almost roughly he pushed his companion before him as one seeking concealment. Ilis whole body trembled with emotion. It was the panther who had seen his prey but must not break cover, for it is not yet the time to spring. The rescuing boat impelled by sturdy hands was soon under the rail of the derelict. The man was ready, and, sliding down a rope, quickly took the place assigned him. “All go”, he said, “Cap’ll, mans,—beeg wave”; and he stretched out his arms wide to express the extent of the disaster. They had reached the Alamo’s side and a ladder had been lowered. The ship’s officers were clustered at the head. Near them, but keeping as much out of sight as possible, stood the bearded seaman. lie had told them that the lonely survivor was a kinsman. They wondered at the quietness with which he told them. lie was allowed to be near the ladder to welcome him. Satan was midway up the side of the vessel when the seaman, moving easily, pressed forward. It was all so natural, except for the lips so grimly set and the glitter in his eye. Satan smilingly looked up. Why should he not smile with his work so cleverly done? The drifting craft and the boundless ocean alone knew his secret. But the smile died on his face. Other eyes were gazing into his. “I am here”, he heard in Italian, “waiting. Come.” “Wait”, he hissed back in scorn. “Wait. Were we man to man no hour could be sweeter. I have had my vengeance. I shall cheat you of yours. Wait.” Quickly he turned upon the ladder and jumped into the boat. He would give them enough to think of, without thinking of saving him. In a moment the boat was upset and theSUNSET 29 crew struggling in the water. One swimmer, however, when he came to the surface was not headed for the vessel. For a time he breasted the waves—till certain that no one was near him—he turned and shouting derisively, with all the strength that remained to him the word “'Wait,” disappeared beneath the waves. Sunset Neil McCallion, Law, ’25 Above the line whence dropped the sun from sight The anguished sky a ghastly red is dyed With blood that streamed from Day’s deep-wounded side Where struck the dagger of assassin Night.Rough Weather Henry J. Meadows, Law, ’2i The pen of t lie poet has pictured The storms that sweep over the main. When the billows swell up into mountains And the sky is an ocean of rain. But these tempests are zephyrs supernal, Gentle wavelets this hoarse-roaring sea. When compared with philosophy’s turmoils That have fastened their clutches on me. Once a week 1 must make the excursion With a pilot that’s trusty and tried. But when Syllogisms mix up the weather My brainstorm starts raging inside. How I toss and I whirl and I stagger! Now I see, now 1 don't, through the spray. When 1 fancy mv sea-legs are firmest, I am nearest to floating away. Then our kind-hearted pilot-professor Cheers me up with a brief ‘‘Don’t you see? It’s Latitudinarianisra,” And I swoon as 1 murmur, “0 Gee!”George Washington and Patriotism William N. Connolly, High School ’2i Love of country has ever been cherished among all nations as something above and beyond the criterion of human emotions. But it is more than an emotion, it is a virtue. • ••••• The turbulent birth of America created circumstances that facilitated-conspicuous conduct on the field of battle. However, heroes that emerged from such a source soon sank back into the oblivion of mediocrity. On the other hand, the severe trials of the unsettled times tested the sham or sincerity of every man’s patriotic demeanor. Of those whose patriotism was not found wanting was George Washington. Love of country as exemplified in Washington is immune from interrogation. Prior to the Revolution, dignity, social standing, honor and wealth were his. By taking part in the rebellion in the capacity of leader, he exposed himself to regal wrath in the event of his failure to win independence. Had his and his countrymen’s cause failed, the avenging hand of George III would have stretched across the sea like a groping tentacle to strip Washington of his dignity, confiscate his wealth, attach his property, and in all probability, place the anathema of the ignominious gallows upon the American rebel chieftain that the prestige of England might be restored. Had he and his countrymen been successful to a degree even beyond that anticipated by his most optimistic sympathizers, Washington could reap no further advancement from his achievements, for all that one could reasonably desire was to be found on his Potomac estate. Briefly, Washington had nothing to gain and everything to lose; yet, freely conscious of his bargain, he plunged without reserve into a war whose outcome was most uncertain. Washington did not preach patriotism—he acted it. His32 THE IGNAT I AN behavior was superior to any sermon that could be delivered on the subject of loyalty to a cause. Without hope of reimbursement, he gave freely from his own funds for the outfitting of the militia and thereby set a precedent for the wealthy colonists. Those who were too self-respecting to take part in a petty rupture with a king, profited by Washington’s example when he, accustomed to the convenience of sumptuous Mount Vernon, endured a bitter winter at Valley Forge in quarters no better than those of his poorest musketman. Those timid recruits who hung limp in the vise of fear were inflamed with glowing enthusiasm when Washington, through intricate strategy and bold audacity, bewildered Cornwallis at Princeton. Everyone from the white-wigged judge in his austere court to the bearded trapper in his cheerless cabin was moved by the mute eloquence of his deportment. It was only when he had merited the right, above all other men, to instruct his fellow citizens on patriotism, that he admonished in his Farewell Address: “The name of American, which belongs to you in your national capacity, must always exalt the just pride of your Patriotism, more than any appellation to be derived from local discriminations.”JUNIOR LAW Murphy. W. O'Sullivan. J. Swim. M. O'Neill. T. Robinson. J. Bray. I. Malone. W. Walsh. U. War rack. K.JUNIOR LAW Bean. I. Dykes. H. Meadows. II Ford. F. Bolder. A. Bejrley, J. Ejran. H. Doyle. J.Costello. I). Barry. G. Walsh. W. Murray, P. SOPHOMORE LAW Cronin. J. McCall ion. N. Clark. E. Carlin, J. Devi no. G. Riley, F. Donovan. D.O’Meara. K. Slcvin. T. O’Brien. T. SOPHOMORE LAW Brennan. W. Quinn. W. Courtney. L. Vinckler. A. Mealy, F. McNamara. J. Cotter. T.Easy Money Gerald J. O’Gara, ’23 I. AMES RICHARDS was hot-tempered. 11 is son Alfred was hot-tempered. Put two fires together and the thermometer begins to leap. The lives of father and son had been mainly apart. Al’s mother had died when he was twelve years old. In these early years Dr. Sigmund Freud might have diagnosed AFs case as one “of easily excited choler based on manifestly inherited urges and modified by early inhibitions stimulated by frequent external applications.” But neither Al, nor his mother, nor his father, had ever heard of Freud or his theories, so they simply accepted the fact, which was patent to all, that he was “just naturally” a hot-head. That his hair was red, goes without saying. That his eyes were humorous and blue, might have been thought a counterpoise intended by nature, but they were not. 11 is fists were well developed by use; of pride he had more than his share; his heart was the best of hearts, but it never shrank from conflict. Put these characteristics together in a compact, well-knit body; add to them an abhorrence of being called “brick-top”, and you will realize that the fires of his nature were seldom dormant. So, as Al had grown, his temper had found no difficulty in keeping pace. lie was not a stubborn boy, or mean, but generous to a fault. What mattered a black eye, or a bloody nose, or a bruised knuckle, if he had helped a friend! Neither was his anger lasting. He was ever ready to forgive and ask forgiveness—his anger was the storm of a summer day—too much heat and electricity—but it was rather dark and fierce while it lasted. The father thought that in understanding his own temper34 THE 1GS ATI AX he understood the boy’s. But he was mistaken. Both were impulsive; the similarity ended there. The father did not easily forgive or forget. Vet he loved his boy sincerely and labored for his welfare. “We are better apart”, he thought, “perhaps time will bring us closer together. I shall leave him to his mother’s care”, and, so far as he could, he had done so. The mother had indeed understood the boy better, and she possessed the fulness of his love. But this very circumstance had made her over-indulgent, though we must admit that her task was difficult. Severity on her part might have spoiled the child utterly; half-means were not calculated to give the best results. And now she was gone and the problem of A1 must be solved by the father. James Richards had recollections of stormy scenes in which his midget son had stamped his little feet and defied the world; he had memories of later scenes when he had lost his own temper at the wrong time and complicated matters. “A1 and I are better apart,” he said, “I must send him to his aunt’s. I can do nothing. She, at least, can do something.” When twelve years old, therefore, A1 went to live with Aunt Lucy, a sister of his mother and a spinster, in the cosy little home which she had named “The Retreat of Peace.” If Peace ever retreated it never did so more promptly than on the boy’s advent. Yet he brightened her life in spite of the many cloudlets that daily flitted across it, and a warm hug at night invariably brought Peace trembling back, at least until the following morning. Ilis dual personality helped in great measure to work the charm. “Aunty,” he’d say, “I just had to do it or bust, and I knew you didn’t want me to bust.” And Aunt Lucy would nod her head and think, “Well, well, poor child, what can we expect from him with such a father. I told Jane---------------.” And then the penitence would come: “But I’m awfully sorry all the same, and you’re so good to me.” And Aunt EASY MONEY 35 Lucy would hear the tones of the sister she had loved, and send the boy happy to bed. “Well, well, she thought, “it’s a good thing he had Jane for a mother.’1 The loss of his mother had made on the boy a deeper impression than appeared on the surface. lie resolved to do better, though he often broke the resolution. Yet at times he felt proud of his advancement. “Just think,” he said one night, “how much better I’m getting. To-day I was an Indian chief, and I only pulled a green feather out of the parrot’s tail and I did so want a red one.” But after three years, Aunty, though loath to part with him, felt that Tabby needed a less strenuous life, and that the parrot should have a respite from its eternal vigilance in de- fending the few feathers that remained in its tail. The boy was growing rapidly, and needed other care. His father sent him to a boarding school. At the end of the year he had be- come a leader in his class by the quickness of his intellect, not by hard study and application. His second year increased his popularity with his companions, but his practical jokes, though never malicious, made it harder for the College authorities to overlook his breaches of discipline. The end came one day when he was caught “shooting craps.” Now “craps” and similar games were under the College ban, for they fostered undesirable associations, kept the boys from healthy sports, and started or strengthened habits that in later years might lead to worse. A letter from the Headmaster to Mr. Richards was followed by a sharp one from that gentleman to Al. The dangers of gambling were clearly set before him. The father’s pain in being obliged to recall him was only slightly touched upon. Al should have known the sacrifices that were made for him. But what was insisted upon and at length, was that the only money worth having is money honestly acquired by hard work. Al read the letter: questioned the first part; felt really 436 THE IGNATI AN bad about the second part; glanced over the third. “Dad can have the hard-earned money,” he said, “easy money every time for yours truly.” So he had returned from the boarding school to the home of his early days. His father was fifty-two; he, approaching eighteen. The welcome was cold and casual, as was to be expected. Years had not brought them together. His return had sobered A1 somewhat, as well as had his surroundings. He had not forgotten his mother, but his viewpoint of life had not changed. Money was money; the easier got, the more acceptable. A week after A1 had reached home his father found work for him in the railroad yards, but the boy laughingly rejected the proposal. “Too little money, Dad, too hard work.” James Richards bit his lip and said nothing, though he could not conceal the effort he had made in restraining himself. For three months A1 lived on his father’s bounty. There was no other reference to work, but both knew that the state of affairs was only a truce. James Richards anticipated his son's needs and gave him what he considered reasonable. Then Al, though lie continued to live at home, declined the money offered, lie did not seem to keep any regular hours, but he must have had some employment. Later Al told his father that one of his friends had gotten him into a stock game—a chance that might develop into something big. The father took it that it was oil stock to which his son referred, but Al’s meaning was blooded stock. His home town was just north of the Mexican border. Every day in his father’s absence he had gone over the line to the racetrack where he acted as “tout” giving “inside information” to such as would buy. Across this same line his father went every evening, as he had done for thirty years, messenger in the mail car of the little railroad that ran, or rather crawled, one hundred and fifty miles into the Mexican mining district.EASY MONEY 37 On Sundays, however, lie was free. This particular Sunday he was spending with friends. During the conversation the race-track at Tia Juana was mentioned. “Tia Juana, that cesspool!” broke out James Richards, “Tia Juana,”—he paused, embarrassed. A chilly hush had fallen on his hearers. “You surely don’t approve that place,” he said. “No, no,” they cried out with one voice, “but don’t you know?” The information that he received staggered him. Perhaps it was not entirely true, though intended to be so. He hung his head as lie left the house. The parting of the ways had come. No time was to be lost. A1 had returned from the track and had taken up the sporting paper to read, but he was not reading. He was puzzled at his own feelings. 11 is conscience was not entirely at rest. He had more than a suspicion that one of his races had not been honest. The talk, the surroundings, were not to his taste, even the easy money seemed to have its drawbacks— and though he had avoided evil as much as he could, vice was too open not to shock him. Perhaps he ought to seek easy money elsewhere. But here was his father at the door—his eye fell upon the page—he would think afterwards. The father threw his hat upon the table and stood facing his son. There was no preamble; no thought of question. “I have done all I could to make a man of you, Al,” he said, “I have failed. You have chosen your own course. Follow it. There is the door. This room was once sanctified by your mother’s presence. To me it is a sanctuary. No gambler and hanger-on of Tia Juana shall disgrace it. Go.” The blood rose to Al’s cheeks. It was at first anger and indignation rather than shame, lie had been judged and condemned unheard. But, at the mention of his mother, his eyes instinctively sought her picture. No; she would not have approved him as he was. It was a rift in the clouds of pride and anger. But the storm closed over it. He had been told to go. He turned,38 THE I GNAT I AN took his hat, and without a word left the house. The father sank into a chair and buried his face in his hands. II. Six years later a young man with red hair and laughing blue eyes was seated in the lobby of a New York hotel. He was scanning a letter which he had just penned. 1 ‘Dear Dad: I know that in spite of our differences you will be glad to hear that I am in the land of the living. "What am I doing? Still in the stock trade. It was somewhat uphill after I left you,' but I succeeded in hitting the trail of easy money all right. Am planning a trip to a spot not very far from the old camping ground. They tell me that there is still easy money to be picked up there. Perhaps the old Argento Express may help me. Al.” The young man smiled. He was well-dressed, a clean-cut business man, and certainly he had prospered. “If I told him I was coming to sec him,” he said, “I don’t know how he’d take it. It will be best to drop in on him unawares. Poor Dad! I was a pretty tough kid.” He rose to post the letter. “Hello, Al,” came a cheery voice at his side. “Oh, is that you, Davis?” he asked. “What have you decided ? ’ ’ “To go in with you as deeply {is you’ll allow. Silver is sure to rise. When do you start for Mexico?” “Tonight.” III. They call the little wheezing locomotive and five superannuated cars “The Argento Express.” It was crawling up a steep grade on a moonlight night like a string of tired burros panting for breath.EASY MONEY 39 In the mail car, James Richards was sitting alone, thinking. Six years had worked their change, and his nerves were not as steady as they used to be. He took a letter from his pocket. He had read it several times already. It bore a New York postmark. He sighed as he read it. ‘Still in the stock trade, still after easy money—.” The train brought up with a jerk. A shot rang out behind. James Richards’ eyes flashed. He replaced the letter in his pocket as he muttered, “There will be no easy money for them.” Swiftly he double-barred the door, cast the mail-sack into the farthest corner, pushed out the crates that might serve to shelter him, looked to the working of his revolver, extinguished the oil-lamps, and, weapon in hand, waited. “Open,” cried a gruff voice. Richards listened grimly but made no move. There were at least two he knew from the blows that rained upon the door. It was broken down—no task on the Argcnto Express when skilled hands were on the job. A ray from an electric bull’s-eye searched the interior of the car and lit up the crates. A revolver spoke and Richards knew that his left shoulder had been pierced. An involuntary cry of pain was wrung from him. “Winged him, all right,” he heard the gruff voice say, “now you get back and help Pete while I get the swag.” Richards heard the bandit’s companion hurrying away. His mind was clear, though he suffered intense pain. Why not deceive the bandit? A low but sufficiently distinct moan told of his condition. It was not hard to be natural when nature spoke. The bandit leaped into the car. It was Richards’ chance. He steeled his nerves, aimed carefully and fired. With a groan the bandit fell backward to the ground, and for a moment all was still. Then a fusillade of bullets rang out in the rear. There was a shouting of voices and a hurrying of feet. But a ringing had set in in Richards’ ears. He could not hear dis-40 THE 1GNAT1AN tinctly. lie was weakening too, he knew. The wound was bleeding freely, and his hand trembled. There was a shouting now around the door. They had found their companion. He knew that he need expect no mercy. He asked none. Why would they not hurry? A lantern swung in the doorway. 11 is eyes were blurred, but he knew that face,—the face of his erring boy. “Great God!” he cried, “was this the easy money?" His finger pulled the trigger and he swooned away. IV. When James Richards sank into the darkness that had gathered around him, he thought that he had a through ticket to the other world; when he had partially gained consciousness he realized indistinctly that as yet he was not there, lie tried to rise. Hands held him back. His shoulder pained him. His thoughts were clearing. “He’s coming to,” he heard a voice say. It puzzled him. Where had he been? “Had remarkable grit for an old man; he plugged away even after he had been shot.” Shot? It was coming back to him. Yes, he remembered something of a hold-up, but that was long ago—there had been a bandit—his mind was wandering off again—. “And to think,” said the voice, “that A1 was in it.” Had an electric current shot through his frame, it would not have recalled him as these words. He could have opened his eyes but he dared not. All was vividly now before his mind—the attack, the wound, the last shot—. 1 ‘My son, Oh, God, a bandit—slain by my hand—.” Darkness and oblivion once more held him in their grasp. When consciousness again had returned, the train had come to a stop and he recognized the faces around him. He was resting more comfortably; a doctor had afforded what relief was possible. The conductor’s face was beaming above him. “The mail was saved,” he said, “so don’t bother about that. And don’t bother about anything else. Your wound is not dangerous. Just weak from shock and loss of blood.”EASY MONEY •41 Richards wearily shook his head and sighed. What had he to live for? The mail was safe—but what he valued more— his son—. “Cheer up,” said the jovial conductor, “even if your last shot was a bum one. It missed me a mile.” “You?” inquired the puzzled Richards. “I-I didn’t see you, I—” and his face showed the anxiety of his heart—“I fancied that I saw another.” “Oh ! You saw the other all right; but what you didn’t see was how he peppered one of the bandits and sent the other flying for the bush. Then he and I came up here and got shot at for our trouble.” “Al?” “Dad.” A young, manly form was kneeling at his father’s side. The others gently withdrew. “I was a fool, Dad,” said the young man. “Both of us,” said the father. “When you east me out that day, what hurt me most was the mention of mother. True, I was not fit. to breathe where she had lived. Not that I then realized the danger of my course; but I realized that she would not have been proud of me, and-and-I had loved her. It was hard at first, as I stated in my letter. And it is true that I have always preferred the profit of my brain to the labor of my hands. But it was all clean money, Dad.” “But the easy money you spoke of in the southwest?” hesitatingly inquired the father. “Oh, Dad, couldn’t you take a joke? I’m in a broker’s office in New York and have inside information that silver is on the rise. I am interested in the silver mines here, and I call it easy money.” There was a knock at the door. The conductor entered. “The town is all het up,” he said. “They wanted to come here with a brass band and make a speech in Mexican. Do • you know whom you potted with that lucky shot? It wasTIIE I ON ATI AN Short-Neck Charley. And the ten thousand dollars reward you can have merely for the asking. ’ Al’s eyes twinkled merrily. A broad grin reached from ear to ear. “It’s in the blood, Dad he said, “and we can’t escape it—Easy Money.” “If honest, Al.” “Yes,” replied Al, “if honest.” The Babe Neil McCallion, Law, 925 As yonder star, a dot of light ’Mid millions set in space, May be a wonderous sun that clasps Vast planets in embrace, So may this new-born babe so small Amid the millions here Enshrine a force of lightsome love To unify our sphere.The Night Law School Frank Ainsworth, LL.B., ’22 HOLT a year ago the American Bar Association passed a resolution recommending that all Law Colleges require of their students the completion of two years’ work in a day college. During the discussion attendant upon this resolution, the position of night law colleges was scrutinized. We think their service became more clearly defined, and their integrity vindicated. The question of preliminary requirements for entrance into night law colleges is a vexed one and it will not do to go into that subject here. As a general proposition, such a requirement as that embodied in the resolution would raise the standard of the law colleges. However, it overlooks the function of such colleges and their place in our educational system. Educators do not appear to have established the true relation between knowledge gained in a school proper and knowledge gained without any four walls. We must leave that topic for them to develop and turn our attention to the things that night law colleges are actually doing. Perhaps the factors that lie nearest the facts and furthest from philosophy in this question are two: subjects taught and hours of recitation. It will be seen from a careful reading of the subjects taught in any reputable night law school that they cover practically all of the subjects taught in a day college. There may be books of reference, and courses of purely cultural value that the night law college must leave to the students’ inclination, but subject for subject, the curricula of these two institutions are parallel. Four years of work at a night law college are equivalent to two years of work at a day college. This gives a ruler with which to measure the hours of recitation. But a true value is not given by this statement of relation. First, most day law col-44 TI1E IGXATIAN leges have but a throe year legal curriculum. The other years are devoted to pre-legal studies. Second, the three year course of the day college is not as intensive as the four year course of a night college. Some of the year’s time, not credited to night college's, is taken up with those reference and cultural courses above mentioned. The practical advantages of a night law college are it.s greatest assets. Students may put in full time in a law office during the day, and still keep up their recitations in the evening. In this way, they may learn from actual experience those principles towards which they are bending their mental efforts. In the profession of law. this is invaluable. With our court system congested, with a consequent emphasis on the necessity of having the mechanics of a case properly ordered, there is no academic equivalent for the knowledge gained by a young man in helping out in the rout ine of an ordinary law office. Moreover, it is very seldom that there will not be sufficient time for thorough preparation of studies, if the student is so minded. If there is any requirement that should be made of students in night law colleges, it is this: that they shall bring with their applications for admission, a certificate to the effect that they are employed in a law firm, known to he reputable. Another practical advantage that a night law college has is its ability to retain for its faculty, practitioners, men who can read into their lectures lessons of their experience. We cannot commend too highly those men who are willing to devote some of their crowded time to seeing that those who are coming on, are coming on right. The last, and yet most important element of this factor of practical advantage, is the character of students that attend night law colleges. From the very strenuous nature of putting in four or five nights of recitation for which preparation is necessary, we can have but one conclusion, the student is earnest. If he goes through four years of this night work, takes his bar examination and passes, he is preparedTHE SIGHT LAW SCHOOL 45 to take his place shoulder to shoulder with any brother of his profession, and earn his bread by the honest sweat of his brow. The motives behind the recent agitation for higher standards for the professions, and especially the legal profession. are interesting. First we must credit the fathers of the professions with an honest desire to hold their professions as far above trafficking and commercialism as possible. Second, there is the perplexing economic side of the question. This situation is epitomized by the word ‘‘overcrowded”. There has been the suggestion that there are so many lawyers in the profession to-dav, that but a very few have any chance of reasonable success. Xow if our state of society demands a body of trained men such as lawyers, who of course must be enabled to maintain themselves in reasonable comfort; and if. further, the integrity of this body is being encroached upon by the great numbers that are finding a legal calling; then in that event there is a basis for tin exclusion of all but the fittest, and for the constituting of academic requirements and consequently of more or less wealth as the test for survival. But it must he remembered that there is no trade, business or profession in the world that would not thus desire to have itself legislated into a position of economic security. It would, further, bo entirely without the conception of democratic institutions if any but the layman decided whether our state of society so vitally needs the above mentioned group of men as to justify such economic legislation. At first it appeared that night law colleges had fallen heir to some of the blame for the recent legal inundation. Such is not the case. They have sent, and will continue to send forward, honest, trained, upright young men to hold high the majesty of the law.{ The Rose of Don Pablo Fred. W. Carroll, Law, 925 This is a tale that is told in the hills; Of sore-tried love and resultant ills; Of anguished hearts in the weary years; A rosary told on its beads of tears. But as rain-drops glow in their beauteous hues, When the storm ha.s sped and the sun ensues; So these tears that flowed in the days of pain, Caught the love-light’s glow when it beamed again. Don Pablo was young and went down to the sea, To barter in spices, in trinkets and tea; For Dame Rumor in whispers her secret had told Of the lands far-off that were paved with gold. Now the Don was poor and he loved a Miss Whose laughing eyes were his realms of bliss, Lolita named; whose paternal land Touched the dim horizon on every hand. But from laughing eyes all mirth had fled When the parting words must needs be said. And she drooped her head on his manly breast As his circling arms her form caressed. “Lolita mine ’ he whispered low, ‘‘Thee, thee alone, my heart shall know. Tis nought but a shell I bear away, For my soul in thee enshrined shall stay.”TIIE ROSE OF DON PABLO 47 “Nor shall gift of mine be the blushing rose That the hand of decay but too quickly knows; My undying love must be fitly told In petals and stem of a rose of gold.” So the sea-winds sang as he sped away O’er the dancing foam on a summer’s day, Till the vessel and sails from Lolita’s eyes Were swallowed up in the distant skies. Each night ere the maiden sank to sleep She turned her gaze to the rolling deep, And her pure heart soared on the wings of prayer For the weal of her loved one tossing there. So the months wore on until day by day She scanned the horizon far away; “Tomorrow, he’ll come,’’ she softly sighed, As she paced the sands till the twilight died. But the months of pain became lingering years; For the light of hope became quenched in fears; But the light of love ever grew more bright As beacon fires grow in the darker night. Then at length the waves ceased to hear her plaint, For life’s strength was spent and her body faint; But she gazed, from her couch, o’er the ruthless sea, “lie is coming,” she said, “with the rose for me.” But often and often her eyes would close As pitying sleep brought her heart repose, And in dreams she’d speed to her lover’s side, To claim the rose as his cherished bride.48 THE IGNATIAN “It is thine,” he was saying as she awoke, For a gun’s rough voice her slumber broke, And there ’neath her eyes a good ship lay On the tossing waves of the foam-flecked bay. Soon a boat shoots out from the vessel’s side, And she watches it breast the ebbing tide, In the stern is a man down-bent and grey; Don Pablo he? And her heart says, “Yea”. Now he reaches the strand and the sunbeams rest On a halo of glory upon his breast; And Lolita’s eyes burn with a love untold As they rest on the rose of resplendent gold.SOPHOMORE LAW Callahan. A. Pittman. Healy. J. Taddiucci. A. Donohue. CJ. Bamick. P. Carroll. F. Burke, O. Hammack, V. Ortega. L.STAFF Courtney. L. Connolly. W. Devine. P. Cullman. E Devine. CJ. Coleman. J.Dick Rights His Wrong Kenneth Doyle, High School, 9 24 I. “W ELL”, mused Dick Sherman, “the nerve of the fellow.” lie was gazing into the window of the National Safe Co. Some distance away from the window there was a magnificent safe on which was hung the sign: A Reward of $1000 Will Be Paid To Anyone Opening This Safe in One-Half Hour (Signed) J. F. TREVORS, President. A man, evidently an expert, was working at the combination; a florid, pudgy, well-fed man, tapping a ruler lightly on his desk, was watching him. “The nerve of that fellow”, repeated Dick. “I?ll get him as surely as he got my father.” The pudgy man was the object of his remarks. The expert, baffled, rose from before the safe. Dick entered the office. It was the old story of the inventor who had died cheated of the fruits of his life-work, and his son and heir in the uphill fight, against money and dishonesty, to obtain his rights. Dick would have wished that it was merely an old story. For him, unfortunately, it was very new. The expert and the pudgy man whose name was signed to the notice, bent their heads over some plans that were spread out on the desk. Mr. Trevors raised his eyes for a moment and pointed to a chair. Dick seated himself. “The safe was not built from those plans”, said the expert. Dick smiled. He knew that it was true. His father had written to him as lie fought in the trenches in France,50 THE IGNATIAN explaining the changes and improvements. “I shall surprise Mr. Trevors,” lie said, “but he has been so kind and generous to me that he deserves it.” This was before Trevors had shown his hand and forced Dick's father out of the company. The shock had brought on an attack of paralysis. The secret had apparently died with the inventor. The National Safe Co. had a safe that was altogether too safe. It could not be opened. Not knowing how long the discussion would last, Dick rose. “I should like to try my hand.” “The safe’s there”, snapped Trevors impatiently, jerking his thumb in its direction. He did not even trouble himself to look up. AY hat did this young officer in khaki know about safes? The expert, half in pity, half in amusement, saw Dick bend over the combination. 1 lis grasp was evidently that of a greenhorn. The expert was a busy man and had little time for amusement. He turned to the discussion of the plans. Dick, too, moved his body to conceal his movements. The knob revolved now under a master touch. Click! ('lick! The skilled ear of the expert caught the sound. He stared in amazement. Click! Click! The safe stood open. II. Dick was not only employed in the office of the firm which had consisted of Mr. J. P. Trevors, but, in consideration of his father’s improvements, of which he alone possessed the key, he became the owner of twenty per cent of the stock. Considering that, without the improvements, his father had been entitled to fifty, Dick was not specially impressed with the generosity of Trevors. His course, however, lay clearly before him. The closer he was to the National Safe Co., the closer he was to evidence, if evidence existed, of Trevors’ treachery. In his father’s papers the main link was lacking,—the original contract between the parties.DICK RIGHTS IIIS WRONGS 51 The affairs of tlie company were now booming. Stock sold readily. It was agreed that whatever came from this source should be kept in a common fund to be used for a factory-site, buildings, etc. Trevors insisted that the money be left in the safe. “It will show people”, lie said, “our confidence in our article.” Dick trusted the safe, but he didn’t trust Trevors. Still he couldn’t afford to quarrel. The only use Trevors seemed to have for banks was the changing of small bills into large ones. “Take up less space and are more easily carried”, lie was wont to say. “Yes”, thought Dick, “but it’s up to me to see that you don’t easily carry them.” Trevors was now extremely busy over the selection of a site for the factory and plans for the buildings. But months passed and he had come to no decision, or rather he had changed his decision again and again until the stockholders had become impatient. “You’re right”, he said to a delegation one day. “I’m all used up. We need a younger man. No one like Dick. I’ll go off for a rest.” That he was really persuaded that lie needed a rest was evidenced by the fact that of late he had been selling his property and investing in foreign securities. “All cleaned up”, he told Dick a few days later. “Me for Mexico day after to-morrow. Doctor insists I need a change of air.” On his way to lunch, Dick ran across a friend. “So the old duffer’s off to Constantinople early to-morrow morning”, was the salutation. Dick had gotten accustomed in the war to the bursting of shells. “How did you come to find it out?” he asked. “Sold him the ticket two hours ago”, was the reply. “But he booked his passage a month ago.” III. It was well on to midnight, as two tramps were seated on a bench in the city park. From where they sat, an easy view was obtained of the front and side entrances of the Na-52 THE I GNAT I AN tional Safe Co. An officer sauntered along. “Get a move on”, he said, “this isn’t a free lodging house.” “Aw, g’wan yerself, Jerry”, said one of the tramps. “Can’t you fellows allow a tax-payer to enjoy de moonlight?” “Oh, is that you Tom?” said the officer laughing. “Got me that time, all right. Something in the wind?” “Can’t say yet”, replied the other. “My friend Dick here, fears that there may be. ’ ’ The officer moved on. Buzz-Buzz. The private telephone of the National Safe Co. told the watchman that he was wanted. Trevors was talking. “That you, Bates? Sony to hear about the fire.” “Fire?” said Bates perplexed. “Oh, then, they haven’t telephoned you. If they need you, go.” “But the office?” “I’ll be down to take care of it. I can’t sleep.” “Wait a moment”, said Bates, “the other phone is ring-ing.” “Is that Mr. Bates?” said a voice. “House burned down. Wife needs you badly. Rang up Trevors. Says that you may come.” The voice seemed familiar, but the watchman could not place it. Turning to the other phone, he spoke to Trevors. “Shall I wait till you come?” “No”, answered Trevors. “It will take you an hour to reach home. Go at once.” A man hurried out of the office of the National Safe Co. “That’s the watchman,” said Dick. “Something’s starting. Fortunately he’s coming this way.” With his hand in his pocket the watchman approached the pair. “Hold-ups!” he thought. Dick waited until he was sufficiently near. Then he called out in his pleasant tones, “Don’t shoot, Bates, without investigating. But what’s up?” “Oh, is that you, Mr. Dick?” said the watchman. “MyDICK RIGHTS HIS WRONGS 53 home has burnt down, and Mr. Trevors telephoned me to go. lie’ll be down to take my place.’’ “Bates”, said Dick, “I am certain that it’s a frame-up pure and simple. Go over to'the drug store there and call up home. If the story be true we have a ear, and we’ll see that you get home. If the story be false, we’ll see what is best to do.” The watchman soon returned. “Everything 0. K. at home”, he said. “Somebody must have fooled Mr. Trevors as he fooled me.” “Well”, said Dick, “as Trevors told you to go, and we’re around, the office will be looked after. If he found you there he might think you didn’t appreciate his kindness. lie likes to be obeyed. Pleasant dreams”, he said, as the watchman moved towards home. A quarter of an hour later Mr. Trevors alighted from a taxi. He did not drive up to the office door. That would have attracted too much attention. He left the conveyance a block away around the corner. He carried two bags in his hands and entered the office by the side door. Shortly after a covered auto moved quietly around the block and drew up by the side of the taxi. “What cher game?” said the rough voice of the taxi driver. “Been looking for you, Jim”, came a voice from the auto. “Heard you were back but couldn’t quite locate you. I thought that I had told you once to beat it.” “I’m goin’ ter fer good”, said the man, “but I ain’t got the money. I’ve got to get a bloke to the steamer, an’ I haven’t got a cent.” A hand reached out of the auto. “Take that”, said a voice. “It’s more than your passenger would give you. We’ll attend to him.” “Better cut it, Jim”, remarked the detective sweetly. “Get back the way you came.” The auto54 THE IGNAT I AN moved around the corner. The side door of the office was in full sight. “Time to get inside, Dick”, said the detective. “He won’t be long.” The door of the auto had scarcely closed when Trevors issued from the office. He made no secret of his movements, though he sought to disguise the weight of the valises. lie passed the car with a casual glance at the driver who was standing by it. But when he reached the corner and found no taxi, he was evidently disturbed. It would not do to be caught with the plunder. Perhaps the chauffeur would help him. He must get to Pier 13. “Rather unlucky, isn’t it?” said the chauffeur. “Lucky for me”, responded Trevors. There was only one difficulty. A gentleman in the auto was waiting for a friend. A whispered conversation took place. “All right”, said the driver, “step in.” The two valises and Trevors entered. The door closed, and at a high rate ol speed the auto darted through the streets. At first it seemed to keep the right direction. Then it suddenly swerved. Trevors was getting more nervous. “Is this the way to the pier?” he asked his companion. The gentleman must have been hard of hearing, for he made no reply. At last the auto stopped. “Here we are”, said the chauffeur. Trevors stepped out and blinked. “Pier 13”, repeated the driver. Trevors’ hand moved to his breast, but it was a foolish move with a detective. The passenger, too, had alighted. Trevors was looking into the eyes of Dick. “Mr. Trevors”, said the latter, “we must bother you with a private interview before you leave for—Mexico. ’ ’ The two entered the detective’s house. All that Trevors had except his purse was taken from him. “It will be better for you”, said the detective, “to keep this matter quiet. Shall it be home or the penitentiary?” “Home”, answered Trevors. While the detective was driving Trevors home, Dick wasA PLEDGE 55 busily engaged in examining what Trevors had left. There was a bundle of legal documents. Eagerly he scanned them. Would he find the missing contract? One by one he put the papers aside. It was not among them. He was tired and sleepy and the strain of the night was telling upon him. There were some small note books. He turned the pages casually, waiting for the detective’s return. The word Sherman caught his eye. A glance showed him that his quest was over. It was child’s play now to right his wrong. A Pledge Edward Hennessey, High School, ’25 With swelling hearts we pledge'our faith to thee, Dear St. Ignatius, proud to bear thy name. Our tireless aim in life shall ever be To add our mite of glory to thy fame.31jp Sgnattau Publislied by the Students of St. Ignatius College. San Francisco, Calif. June, 1923 Editor-in-Ciiief George E. Devine, ’23 Associate Editors Eustace Cullinan, Jr., ’25 Preston Devine, ’25 Alumni.....-..............Edward I. Fitzpatrick, A. B. ’21 Law.......................... William T. Sweigcrt, A. B. ’21 University Notes.........................Preston Devine, ’25 Athletics....................... Eustace Cullinan, Jr., ’25 High School....................William N. Connolly, H. S. ’24 Business Manager Lawrence Courtney, ’25 CIRCULATION MANACER James E. Coleman, ’26 Editorial GRATITUDE is a natural emotion of the human heart. It is something so deeply rooted there that it seems to spring from man’s nature itself. There is nothing so appropriate to man as a response for some good which he has received from another. And so, in dedicating this number of the Ignatian to the Rev. John J. Cunningham, S. J., the students of St. Ignatius College are paying an external tribute of their gratitude and appreciation of the labors of one who for so many years has worked and prayed for them. A few months ago, when the Golden Jubilee of Father Cunningham was celebrated, Alumni and friends of St. Ignatius gathered to rejoice with and congratulate the dear old Father.EDITORIAL 57 It is but fitting, therefore, that the present students of the College should express their sentiments of love and appreciation also. Aside from the College exercises held in his honor during the celebration, the students feel that there should be something in the nature of a lasting tribute to the kindly priest who has been with us so long and labored so faithfully. There are few whose lives are so intimately linked with the life of St. Ignatius College as Father Cunningham. As a student from 1861 to 1872; as professor from 1880 to 1882 and in 1884; as a young priest saying his first Mass in St. Ignatius Church on the Feast of St. Ignatius, 1888; and in later years as Spiritual Father of the students, or Professor of Romanic Languages or Philosophy of Religion, or as Vice-President of the College; the interests of St. Ignatius have always been his interests. Accept, then, dear Father Cunningham, the dedication of this issue of the Iunatian, and with it the affections, the gratitude, and the prayers of all the students of St. Ignatius College. • • • • EDUCATION ADDRESSING the Commercial Club of San Francisco, Dr. Livingston Farrand, President of Cornell University, spoke in part as follows: “We are waking up to the fact that we have drawn off too far into specialized lines in our present system of education. “We are in need of precisely that which is not produced by technical training, and the need was never more obvious in our history. “The older colleges were founded to fulfill certain needs, to meet certain ideals. A college-trained man was a man with a broadened vision, disciplined habits of mind, and a grounding in the fundamentals. “Then came the specialized schools, turning out men tech-•" 8 THE ION ATI AN nically trained to do certain things, but lacking a background.'J This from the head of an institution long renowned for the excellence of its technical instruction ! If any man knows, he does, and his words have weight. “The world is waking up to the fact that we have drawn off too far into specialized lines." If this is true, educators are to be congratulated for having found it out; pitied for having taken so long. Cast a glance through a catalogue or prospectus of many of our colleges and high schools and see the amount of vocational nonsense. “Shower-bath courses", someone has called most of them. Is it a wonder that so many graduates are sent forth trained, but not educated ? Intensive specialization along limited lines has been found to be a failure, if not preceded by a broad education. Educators who scoffed at the old cultivation of disciplined mentality are realizing their mistake, and turning back to the “via tuta" of the classics. For, Dr. Farrand continues: “To-day the pendulum is swinging back toward a fuller appreciation of the absolute indispensableness of those fundamental studies and courses which once were recognized and have been swamped in technical education. “We are coming once more to realize the value of the classics and the great background they create. Neither can anything cjuite take the place of a knowledge of philosophy." Savants of the present, admitting the shortcomings of their highly praised methods, are forced to admire the system of the colleges which have endeavored first to produce broad, disciplined men, with correct taste and developed faculties before sending them forth, either into the world, or to pursue professional or special courses. St. Ignatius College, long noted for its success in developing men with trained intellects, can well be proud of the stability of its curriculum, recognized as one furnishing the broad background so needed to-day.EDITORIAL 59 PUBLICITY HERE is an old Scriptural adage to the effect that we should not hide our light under a bushel. Neither ha$ anybody any respect for those who are continually talking about their own achievements, but there is a mean between the extremes of reticence and egotism. Here at St. Ignatius we have erred on the side of modesty. Too often have our students been forced to explain where the College is located ; and that we actually have regular students with a faculty and all the other properties of a college; and are empowered to confer degrees. While it may be true that real worth is always recognized in the end, the surer and quicker means to prominence is advertising. It has been said that if a man can do one thing better than anyone else, the world will beat a path to his door, but the modern energetic man or college, realizing its ability, clears away the obstacles in the path and places directing signs at the cross-roads. We have been carrying our policy of retirement too far; and while we do not wish to be in the position of those who are always extolling their own virtues, let us at least not bury our talents. We may exist in humble surroundings; but we should let those things be known which we have achieved in spite of our handicaps. If we have a winning basketball team, let us spread the fact abroad; if we win a debate, let us announce the victory; if we have a good law school, or a recognized and approved High School, we shall by talking about it get more students. To make St. Ignatius better known will be to make her more respected.Harold J. O’Neill In Memoriam ON October 24, 1922, Harold J. O’Neill died. Athlete, attorney, philosopher, idealist, he bore the head of a man of forty upon the shoulders of a youth of twenty-three. His was a most remarkable character. Of consummate physical strength and ability, he was recognized as one of the foremost athletes of the Pacific Toast; he had been a member of a (’oast League baseball team, he had starred at foot ball and was conceded to be one of the best basket ball guards in the State. But those who cheered his cool courage and resourcefulness on the field scarcely suspected the great intellectual qualities that formed his other being. An instinctive poet and dreamer, though he was, he had stooped to probe the hidden wells of men’s motives and purposes. and he had learned deeply of the philosophy of life and the mysterious elements that prompted them—and out of the search he had garnered, not disillusion and contempt, as so many others have done, but sympathy and charity. O’NeillIN ME MORI AM 61 was essentially a philanthropist. “To dwell in a house by the side of the road and be a friend to man” was for him a sufficient ambition. He had imbibed much of the progressive and humanitarian doctrines that not long ago were considered radical; and whatever cause was based upon democracy, the rights of mankind, or human liberty, political or economic, found in him a ready champion. Nor was his the stubborn, unreasoning advocacy that creates prejudice against the cause of the advocate. He was familiar with the teachings of the ancient philosophers, and could cite Aristotle and Plato with ready skill. And the flame of his life and courage has burned out; the wit and reason are extinguished and the generous hear stilled forever. And we, who knew and loved him, who fought with him under the colors of Saint Ignatius, or argued against him or with him, and laughed and played or sorrowed with him, how little we can say of all we feel for his loss. May God have mercy on his soul!—And who that knew him can doubt but that somewhere down the Valley of the Shadow his restless heart found peace at last, where “put by the guerdon of the breath, Like one grown weary in a twilight land, Whom Music leads to sleep, and sleep to death.” —Vincent W. IIoilman, A. B. ’19.AT the outset it is only proper that we should introduce our annual observations with a few remarks on perhaps the most notable event of the past year sponsored by our Association—the Alumni Banquet. On September 12. 1922. more than two hundred of our fellow alumni assembled to cement old ollege friendships with the bond of good-fellowship. On that occasion we were favored with addresses by former Senator James I). Phelan, ?81; I)r. J. Franklin Smith. ’91; Rev. Zaeheus Maher, S.J., 00; Charles P. Knights, '12; and William T. Sweigert, '21. The banquet was enlivened by an enthusiasm which also marked every subsequent alumni affair during the year, and which presages success for all future activities. The Quarterly Business Dinners have been resumed, and so far have been very well attended. The first of the year was held on December 21, 1922. at the Whitcomb Hotel, with about 125 members in attendance. The Varsity Basketball teams and the High School Football squad were present as the guests of the Association. Dr. Alexander Keenan described interestingly his recent trip abroad, recounting many amusing and novel experiences. Particularly fascinating was his account of the activities of Mussolini and the Fascisti, the crisis of which developed when Dr. Keenan was in Rome. Other speakers were Coach Connolly, “Imp” Begley, basketball captain, and the old reliable, Stanislaus Riley. A luncheon was held on April 24th at the St. Francis Hotel under the joint auspices of the Santa Clara and St. Ignatius Alumni in preparation for the Passion Play. ALUMNI 63 Speeches expressing the cordial feeling between the two universities were made bv Rev. Pius Moore, S.J., President of St. Ignatius College, Father Gleeson, on behalf of the Conservation League, Hon. James D. Phelan, and Clay M. Greene, the guest of honor. Joseph McDevitt, President of the Santa Clara Alumni, presided. To a former student of the College, Rev. Victor V. White, S.J., the new Moderator of the Alumni, is due much credit for his energetic spirit and untiring labors in promoting cooperation and goodfellowship among the old boys of St. rgnatius. That the various alumni affairs have been so well conducted is due in great measure to C. Harold Caulfield, ’13, President of the Alumni Association, and his efficient staff of Vice-Presidents. The other officers are Darrell W. Daly, ’19, Treasurer; and Henry Flood, ’16, Secretary. 70 lion. Jeremiah F. Sullivan, A.B., A.M., was the leader in the campaign to secure the passage of the “Lawyers’ Hill” at the Fall election. Judge Sullivan has ever been an earnest worker for maintaining the high standards of the legal profession. '81 Non. James D. Phelan, A.B., LL.B., again demonstrates that he is a real scholar. After completing a year’s tour through Europe and the Orient, the former Senator has given us the benefit of his observations in a book entitled “Travel and Comment”,—a work which has received no end of favorable criticism. ’96 Richard Tobin, A.B., has been appointed Minister to Holland by President Harding. 99 Rev. George Fox, S.J., A.B., is now professor of philosophy and public speaking at Santa Clara University. This reverend and genial alumnus, ever enthusiastic in the promotion of dramatic art, has aided materially in the productions at Santa Clara. 64 THE IGN ATI AN ’00 It would take an accomplished historian fully to record the deeds of the famous class of 1900, so just a word must suffice. To Rev. Zacheus Maher, S.J., A.B., President of Santa Clara University, we are indebted for hearty cooperation in the production of the Passion Play here in May. Stans. Riley, A.II., A.M., LL.D., has left the District Attorney’s office and is now associated with Mr. Edward Leonard in the Mills Building. We doubt if Richard Williams, A.B., now Secretary of the Seattle Baseball Club, ever sees such baseball played nowadays as in that memorable game against Santa Clara when he switched in the middle of the game from catcher to pitcher’s box and defeated our ancient rivals, 9-0. ’01 Jos. Murphy, A.B., is now assistant to another old St. Ignatius boy, John Drum, President of the Mercantile Trust Company. Dr. Constantine R. Bricca, A.B., is, according to the daily press, about to construct a large apartment house on Green Street. It is rumored that the “Doc’1 promises to furnish golf lessons and medical advice free as a special inducement to prospective tenants. ’02 Francis I. Barrett, A.B., A.M., LL.B., was made a Doctor of Laws at the last Commencement Exercises of the College, in recognition of thorough preparation and study in conducting his Law Class. ’0:1 Francis X. Williams, A.B., is in South America, where he is employed in the interests of the sugar industry in studying means to destroy the parasite which has proved so destructive to sugar cane. Frank’s distinguished career as an entomologist began when as a student at St. Ignatius In demonstrated a strong native curiosity in securing a more intimate knowledge of the nature of every biological intruder that disturbed his noon-day meal. After leaving St. 0 Lucey, J. Rissman. r. Hubncr, W. Branch. A. FRESHMAN LAW Bolger. J. McKey. M. Neil. P. Terry, W. Dignan, J. Anderson. R. Roche. T. FRESHMAN LAW Foley, L. Ropers, H. Harricklo. K, O'Meara. Ii. MacVean. J. KujjkIcs, C. Diestel. J. Faleh. A. Glynn. A. Brennan. .1.O'Brien. J. Philpot, T. Kragen, li. FRESHMAN LAW O'Brien. F. Goulden. T. Harris. G. Duffy. J. Irwin. W. O'Brien. W. GiHerman. A.Vi veil. L. Greene. R. Husler, O. FRESHMAN LAW Gredins. J. Clavere. I . Irwin. J. St ret. V. Gallagher. F. Lucey. J. O'Connor. A.ALUMNI 65 Ignatius, he took degrees from Stanford, the University of Kansas, and Harvard. We now find him achieving further success in a career in which he has always been preeminent. ’05 Dr. John Gallwey, Ph.D., is ever on the alert to raise the standards of his profession. Recently he took a veiy active part in the campaign to put a bill through the legislature restricting the use of the title ‘“Doctor” in advertising. etc. Dr. Gallwey made a flying trip to Sacramento, and together with other leading medical men from the different sections of the State, endeavored to win the Governor over to the bill. ?()8 Joseph Sweeney, A.B., A.M., LL.B., is District Deputy Superintendent of the Knights of Columbus. Raleigh Kelly, Jr., A.B., LL.B., assistant U. S. attorney, has done excellent work in the prosecution of the Naturalization frauds. ’12 Wensinger P. Mahoney, A.B., A.M., LL.B., is now the proud father of a future student of St. Ignatius. The degree of Doctor of Laws was conferred on Charles P. Knights, A.B., LL.B., at the 1922 Commencement. It was certainly a well merited reward for his earnest research work in preparing his excellent Law lectures. ’14 Jimmy Harrington, A.B., LL.B., is also a daddy, but his offspring will never be an alumnus, as it is a girl. '15 Warren W. Brown, A.B., is in New York, on the staff of one of its large dailies. ’16 Tom Foster, A.B., is in Los Angeles in the moving picture game. Tom Lennon, A.B., is to be interne in the San Francisco Hospital. Hall Evans, A.B., will be a June groom. James Wall, A.B., LL.B., is assistant District Attorney.THE I ax ATI AX (Hi 17 Dr. T. Stanlov Burns. A.B.. is in New York doing some post-graduate work, preparatory to specializing in tin treatment ot‘ the eye, ear, nose and throat. Dr. Ed. Morrissey, A.B.. is on the .staff of the I . C. Hospital. 'IS Ivan N. Maroevieh. A.B., LL.B.. better known as ‘lshi I '. and erstwhile athlete, orator. Thespian and attorney at times, is further to demonstrate his versatility when in June lie will assume the yet untried role of Benedict. Raymond I). Williamson, A.B., LL.B., has been elected President of Ignatian Council. Young .Men's Institute. Ray is receiving excellent support from another alumnus, James Fitzgerald. LL.B., '22. who is filling the important office of Speaker very satisfactorily. 10 Bill Jacka, I L.B.. is assistant trust officer in the Bank of Italy, and is in charge of the probate work there. Jordan L. Martinelli—City Attorney of San Rafael! Sounds pretty, doesn't it ! Well, it’s a fact. lie was swept into power on the crest of a veritable tidal-wave of votes at tin April election. They say, however, that the outcome was rather doubtful until the women’s vote came in. and then— well Jordan was elected by two to one. Melvyn I. Cronin, A.B., LL.B., ha.s recently entered the real estate game. He has associated himself with his cousin. Clarence Sullivan, under the firm name of Sullivan and Cronin. We suggest that he reserve three nice bungalows for certain alumni whom we could mention. 20 J. Victor Clarke. A.B.. has recently returned from Georgetown Cniversity, from which institution he graduated with signal honors, finishing his legal course at the top of his class. He has taken up the practice of law in the office of E. V. Coni in. Let it not be presumed, however, from Victor's enthusiastic entry into his chosen field, thatAH'MM 07 ;i 11 has been disregarded. Far from it, as Vic’s activities after office hours will evidence. Lawrence Davey, A.B., LL.1V. was married recently in St. Ignatius Church to Miss Ilazel Archer. Ches. Ohlandt, a former classmate, served as best man, and Father White officiated at the ceremony. Chester Ohlandt, A.IV, LL.IV, has entered the banking business, being associated with the Wells Fargo Nevada National Bank. There is a rumor to tin effect that Chester and Lawrence Davey are thinking of consolidating the Wells Fargo Bank and the Union Trust Company. '21 Speaking of politics, attorneys, and the like reminds us of our old friend. Bill Sweigert, A.B. You know Bill, the man who, under Eustace Cullinan, defeated the Water and Power Act and incidentally saved the dear people some five hundred millions of dollars. Well, Bill is now assistant District Attorney of San Mateo County, and is doubtless accomplishing in fact all the marvelous legal feats which are invariably accomplished by sterling young district attorneys in tin movies. ’22 William J. Presho, LL.IV, father of twins, has joined the legal department of the lludolph Wurlitzer Co. Bill claims that tin twins far exceed in volume and sweetness any Victrola that Wurlitzer has in stock. Together w ith Eugene O’Donnell. Marcus Gracia, Jim Fitzgerald, Herbert Schmidt and others of the class of 22 who are already practicing. Bill says an encouraging word to those of tin class of ’2:1 who are destined for the legal profession. Bill says it’s not so bad as it looks from the outside. ’2d The members of the class of ’2d are now on the threshold. looking into the cold, cruel world. Ed Slater, Gerald O’Gara. and George Devine, among the A.B. students. and some twenty odd LL.Bs., are ready to take their place among the Alumni.SENIOR WIIAT shall we say of them? The Seniors of the Law College of St. Ignatius have completed a long and arduous course of study, covering four years, and now they receive from their college, the reward of sacrifice. the badge of ambition, the mark of distinction, the degree of LL.B. Never have students of the same class formed a circle of fellowship more congenial, more helpful or more interesting. The men of the Senior Class have, from all the labor and the toil, derived a genuine pleasure and have become a unit, a group, blessed with fine good-nature and deep friendship. The Seniors have resolved that the associations of the past will not become memories, soon to be forgotten or imperfectly recalled. They have bound themselves together and formed a band, that will survive the scattering of graduation; that will survive as an organization of men who have learned the value of friendship, bred of common tasks and common interests. Each year they will formally convene to revive the memories and renew the friendships of the past four years. Let us hope that our annual reunions will recur until gray heads and bald heads shall add the venerable tone to a festive board that is now hilarious and loud with the declamation of early years. It is a purpose well worth while. Brief comment here upon ourselves would be out of place. John Briare refuses to have his name mentioned as President of the Graduation class. Joe McKncw whispers that he would rather have the world discover his legal talent, than announce the same at this early date. Joe Barry says he will laterLAW SCHOOL NOTES 69 compel his own publicity. Ed Scott complains that youth bears ill the glamour of early press tributes. Delany, Picruc-cini, Kilray, Loriston, McDermott, — Benedicts all — have warned us against inserting here any wild recountings at our oncc-in-a-whilc gatherings, lest the same not tally with the excuses they have given their wives. Leon Castel declines to have us announce his secret here. If we could only mention each name on the roster, and tell the stories—that would be interesting indeed. One name, however, like Abou Ben Adam’s “leads all the rest”—Ed Coffey. Seriously, we must say that which Ed Coffey would prefer might be left unnoticed. Ed Coffey is in years the senior of the Seniors, the aged sire, the grand old man. Yet every member in the Senior class will agree with me when I say, that never has an older man won more completely the respect and the comradeship of younger men; never has one fitted more easily in the ring of youthful fellowship and congeniality than Ed Coffey. Ed is a friend to each of us and we are friends to Ed. The years have been pleasant; the years have been profitable. Some of us have already been admitted to practice, and are encountering the alternate squalls and sunbursts of the professional voyage. Others will apply the training of the law in non-professional careers; all are hopeful; all are serious. To our faculty a word. Our gratitude for your zeal, our respect for your learning, our humble friendship for you. To Rev. Fr. Simpson S.J., we tender our thankfulness for his patience and tolerance; we hope that all of us will measure up to the standards of honor and repute that Father Simpson has maintained so well at St. Ignatius College. Our last word is this: We highly resolve as a class, to take our place in the Alumni Association of St. Ignatius College, there to aid our college in any enterprise that its faculty may propose. We stand ready, not as individuals merely, but as a permanently organized class. May we be70 THE WXATIAX called upon, and may wc respond in a manner to make the AYORDS of the present, the DKKDS of the future! JUNIOR WK Juniors are congratulating ourselves. AYc have just about completed one of the largest orders in the way of a stiff course, ever handed out in a hard, cruel Law School. AYhen we were Sophs, a long time ago. wc thought that we were managing quite nobly, for what with the six law subjects—not to mention a philosophy course wc had our hands full. But the second year is to the third; well, you know the old lines ‘As moonlight unto sunlight, and as water unto wine.” We have learned that the Law is rather a considerable subject; that a certain Prof., whose name will not he disclosed, passes out more than enough work to keep the ambitious student doing his bit. It may he possible to crowd a movie into the program once in a while, hut we don't know any third year men who arc what might he termed movie fans. They had better not be, for the more they know about Mr. Charles Chaplin, the less they'll know about stockholders' liability. But, all in all, it's been a marvelous experience, and after a glance at those questions in more than one examination, th° weary stude cries 8o this is it; bring on the Bar Kx!" But there are some who go their way undisturbed by little things like examinations, and dazzle the rest of us with their skill. When we hear Judge Kgan discoursing eloquently on the comparative merits of liberty of contract and the police power of the states as those doctrines affected a recoil decision of the Supreme Court, we realize that the Judge’s learning is no fake, and we shall doubtless see him on the bench yet. Wills and deeds and corporations have no terrors for the “Bank of Italy Gang,” the quartet of legal lights consisting of Jim Robinson, “Baron” Bean, Sergo Tosi and Ken Warrack. These ambitious youths combine the theoreti-law school sores 71 cal study of the law with its most involved practice as a matter of every-day routine at the bank. The result is that these lads are all up in the nineties at examination time. Dykes, too, is one of the shining lights of the Junior Year, lie has already taken a considerable part of his course at Stanford, but says that he cannot imagine finer courses than those he is taking with us. Tom Sperry is also a recent acquisition from another university who gives a good account of himself. Tis rumored that our own Mr. Bolger, with one foot already on the ladder of the law, will go up for th? oar e. m June. Ye are filled with wonder and admiration at the diU'-ing of this youth. But his scholarship is fine, and his confidence unshaken, so we hold our respective breaths and wish him the best of luck. One of the particularly bright stars of the Junior Year is James 1 . (Imp) Begley. Many a time and oft the youthful “Imp ’ has saved the day for St. Ignatius. His basketball playing is of the bewildering variety, and the spectacle of this diminutive athlete, sallying forth David-like to spread confusion in the ranks of his 180-pound opponents, is a familiar sight to all basketball fans hereabouts. I ike that other wonder athlete “Brick” Muller, “ Imp's” scholarship is on a par with his athletics. The same alert and agile mind that confounds his opponents on the basketball court and on tin diamond, apprduncs swiftly such mysteries as “due procsss of law.' But to go on singling out individuals would be to transgress our limits of space. There is “Kewpie” Doyle, with cherubic countenance and judge-like demeanor: Ira Bray who bears such a striking physical resemblance to Jimmy () Connell; Henry Jacobson, whom we expect to meet in the stately corridors of the City Hall when we descend upon the unsuspecting public for the purpose of advising them concerning their lives and property. Even the briefest chronicle of the class would not be complete without mention of72 TIIE I GNAT I AN Henry Meadows' battle of wits with Prof. Barrett, which goes on apace (whatever that is); or of Bill Malone whom we predict will be a second Max Steuer as a trial lawyer. Bill has the personality and the eloquence, and, like many another who lacks both, all he needs is the clients. We can think of no better place in all the world to learn corporations or any other branch of the Law than that in which Mr. O’Sullivan finds himself; to-wit, in the Law Offices of Barrett and Barrett. If Sully doesn’t know law when he completes his combined training in office and at school, then there’s little chance for him. We predict, however, that he will. Next year (we hope) we shall be Seniors, but we trust that our same spirit of good-fellowship will remain with us even in that dignified position. A VINO groped our way out of the labyrinth of the first year, we began the second less timidly. About J the time when some in the class were calculating fat fees as yet unearned, the mid-terms confronted us. We ran that gauntlet, and wounds were inflicted upon us with impartial heartiness. While these hurts were still smarting we were informed that the faculty had romped with us long enough, and that now we must prepare for the finals—both oral and written. At this time all the above mentioned computations have ceased. Forgetting for a moment that morbid topic, examinations. let us say that the nightly trek to school has not been without its recompense. The discussions before class were certainly a reward for the ride on the ears. If Walsh participated in them, we gained more information than we did in class. If Ed. Kelly contributed, the conversation turned to subjects of lighter nature. When the discourse became too frothy, “Gloom” Groom was at hand to interpose matters of wc'ght. It took but slight provocation or none at all to SOPHOMORELAW SCHOOL NOTES 73 make “Gloom’? unleash his awesome vocabulary on the lesser minds about him. But he was not the only one who spoke freely of things unknown. On Tuesday nights Tom Slcvin and the genial Professor Farry tossed code sections at each other, conversed intimately of (to us) unheard of California cases, and exchanged maxim for maxim in the purest Latin. Among the bright intellects in the class there arc two who have real legal talent, to-wit: McCallion and Taddiucci. AVhat a partnership they would make! AVhat juries could withstand them? “Mac” could easily bring them to tears, and once in that softened mood, “Taddy” could terrorize them into returning a favorable verdict. The debating try-outs proved quite a sensation. Earnest little Bill Brennan, in the course of argument, made a startling expose of the Daly City land auction. “La La” Labagh endeavored to confuse Aaron Vinkler by asking him how many more square inches there would be in San Francisco if San Mateo were annexed. Vinkler, undaunted, replied to the effect that unquestionably there would be more square inches, but at least the carfare would be a nickel less. The debate also brought out the fact that Lawrence Courtney is a well prepared speaker. That restless pacing of his is not nervousness; he is only gathering momentum, and should his forceful arguments displease, he will not be handicapped in leaving by a poor start. The class is always able to follow the unending round of festivities by glancing each night at the entrance of our social barometers, Burke and Cronin. Neatly plastered hair, painfully stiff collars, and unnaturally shined shoes infallibly foretell a gay evening, but the occasions grow notably less near the time of the dreaded exams. In the public interclass debate, our speakers covered themselves with glory, and brought home victory for the class and the Ignatian prize for themselves. Lawrence Courtney, Val Ilammaek and Neil McCallion displayed on that occa- 74 THE I (i S ATI AX .vion reasoning powers ami eloquence that will he sources of profit in the years to come. That the class is organized this term is due to smiling Val Hammack. The first class meeting with Val in the chair, unhampered hy parliamentary procedure, was a gleeful suc-cess. Apart from an eventful banquet on the evening of April 2.1st,—marked by Gerrv Burke’s masterful presentation (with appropriate gestures) of ‘The Face on the Barroom Floor ’—the organization was commenced too late to accomplish anything this term, but all are looking forward to the next. “Con” Deasv, a political figure—anti-Johnson man— is to direct the Organization Committee when we are Juniors. So let us hope that all our bright and shining faces will again embellish the college surroundings next year. FRESHMAN IX the early part of August, 1922. some seventy-five unsuspecting young nun, led on by tho chimera of future greatness, walked uncertainly down the shadowy corridors of this venerable institution until they came to the doorway marked “Freshman Law. The neophyte, after making sure that this was his destination and sincerely hoping that he would know someone inside, entered, smiling blandly at the profefsor and naively asserted his intention of spending several evenings each week in order to satisfy the arbitrary requirements which had to be met before he m:ght present himself to the legal profession as the man whom the world had been waiting for to tear the bandage from the eyes of poor, benighted Justice. But that was in August, and the superciliousness of tie cocky Frosh has given way to the very adequate realization that there is a great deal to learn about the law, and a great deal that the law can teach us. Perhaps the most sobering influence and the most potent in bringing about this conviction was the semi-annual examinations. But modesty forbids♦ LA vr SCHOOL NOTES i ■) that we remark here upon the gratifying results of that ordeal. Suffice it to say that the hoys did their stuff in a manner that would make the firm mouth of old Justice Blackstono spread to both extremities of that familiar hair mattress that is invariably represented adorning his learned temples. Paradoxically enough, these young men, who found it to their liking to pursue the exact science of the law, proved to be a very highly individualistic group with a passion for self-expression. The most obvious example of this rare contradiction is none other than Arthur J. O’Connor, our perennial Freshman. His dramatic instinct is generously demonstrated each evening upon his inevitably belated entrance, and as for % artistic delicacy, we would refer you to any of the professors who habitually enjoy the privilege of perceiving lights and shadows on almost anything as introduced by this fluent ques- tioner of grave demeanor. For a learned discussion of noth- ing about anything, we refer the reader to our own “Spec ’, the “Oracle of Chris’s. Further proof of this passion for self-expression, is the prominent part taken by the members of the class in all forensic activities. Bill O'Brien and Charlie Buggies were much in evidence in the McKinley Gold Medal Debate of the College Department, the latter young gentleman winning the envied reward of that genial professor. And as for the Brooke Medal Debate of the Law School in which we met our rivals of . the class above, we are at a loss for superlatives. Freshmen Harris, Bolger and Duffy did more than reflect credit upon the class they represented. To the victor belong the spoils, and Jerry Duffy was unquestionably the victor. The judges were unanimous in their decision. We may safely predict great things for Jerry. Far be it from such expansive souls, however, to restrict their activities to the realm of the intellectual, and so we find Marty O’Brien, “Bud" O Weill, Jim Needles, Buggies, Glynn and “Dago" McCormick on the Varsity basketball squad,76 TIIE IGN ATI AN and again O'Neill and Kelly on the baseball team. And then there is Elmer Griffin, our Titan-tressed tennis star, brilliant atop without and within. To mention those of our number socially prominent would be superfluous, for the smooth shaven and powdered cheeks of Johnnie O’Brien have been sufficiently in evidence to assure us a place in the social ‘‘Who’s Who.” But there is one thing we’ll say for Johnnie. At least he puts in an appearance, but then we can’t blame our absent brethren these fine Spring evenings. Of course we might point out the example of the firm of Barricklo and Roche, always present for the session, but properly accoutered to make a belated start in good order. “What do we know about Law?” Well, just enough to realize that there is a lot we don't know. We are boldly honest in this regard because we feel that our reputation is amply taken care of by Justice Hubner, who is in truth “full of wise saws and modern instances.” We have chosen the above stellations somewhat at random, but no view of our tiny firmament would be in any measure complete without giving some notice to those brighter suns who have determined for us the orbit we should follow. Merely to glance is to catch but a glimmer of the brilliance of their golden worth. Would you see learning, courtesy, dignity and fellowship in living, breathing, human form? Then meet Professors Farry, Dooling. Knights and McKinley. And so the young man who wonderingly entered that obscure classroom at the end of the dingy corridor found many things he ne’er suspected within the doorway marked “Freshman Law.” Well might he wonder that so much of life, of learning, and of human interest could be found within the narrow confines of those poorly painted walls. But the fairy phantoms of that unknown realm have become vivid, never to be forgotten, realities, and now he seeks but one thing more, the wonders of that land lying beyond the other door above which is the somewhat different description “SOPHOMORE”.Associated Students WITH the increased attendance at the College this year, student body activities have taken a more prominent place in the College life, and as a result there has been a marked quickening of the enthusiasm and spirit necessary for success in the various enterprises of the Associated Students. At the beginning of the year a very lively meeting was held, at which a staff of efficient officers was elected. They are: President, William A. O’Brien, ’24; Vice-President, Byron Smith, ’24; Secretary, George E. Devine, ’23; Treasurer, Charles F. Ruggles, ’24; Sergeant-at-Arms, Alan A. Popes, ’26; A new Constitution was drawn up, and the officers, assisted by various committees, immediately begain their work for the year. All the sports—described in the Athletic Department of the Ignatian—were sponsored by the newly formed organization. Reorganizing an association among the students and carrying on all athletics would have been quite an accomplishment alone for the first year, but the activities were not limited to even so encouraging a start. On the evening of January 27, 1923, the College held a Dansant at the Fairmont Hotel, and everyone who had the pleasure of attending will attest that it was a decided success. The College Jazz Band provided the best of music, and the Ballroom was appropriately decorated for the occasion. Next year will witness further extension in the line of athletics, a repetition of the Dance—for it is planned to make this an annual event— and, in all probability, the entrance of St. Ignatius College into the field of Drama, as the Faculty has given its approval to such an undertaking, and preliminary arrangements are already under way.mi: iaxatiax 7 s Oratorical ( ’ontkst. Our annual Oratorical contest always commands a ‘roodsized audience, for besides having the thrill which accompanies any keenly fought comp tit on, it presents the opportunity to hear timely topics treated in original and lively style by the student orators. So. on February 21st, Mr. William A. O’Brien—a fornieij winner of the contest—welcomed a large and eager audience and presented the speakers of the evening. Mr. James O’Gara, 2(i. was first on the list, and his eulogy of the late Chief Justice Stephen White was not only written in a very polished literary style, but was also delivered with ease and grace. Mr. Lawrence Foilrtnev, Law ‘25, spoke convincingly his opinions in favor of France in regard to the Ruhr invasion. Mr. Preston Devine, 25, followed with a talk on the drug evil, and Mr. John O’Brien. '24. contributed a very interesting speech on the "1 win : Wag.4”, a topic requiring deep though and sound philosophy. Mr. George H. Devine, ’22. was the last speaker, and his clear-cut speech on the Oregon School Bill, with its cool logic upon moral issues involved combined with stirring passages of appeal, all delivered in an eloquent manner, brought him the verdict of the judges and the beautiful medal presented by the Ignatian Council. Y.M.l. Messrs. Thomas Hickey. Stanislaus Riley, and C. Harold Caulfield were judges of the contest. College Debate The Senior Philhistorian Debating Society held its annual debate on the night of March 22nd, the question being— “Resolved: That specific Civil Service examinations be required to test the eligibility of candidates for election to public offices.” The chairman, Mr. Edward I. Fitzpatrick, A. B. '21, well remembered for his ability as a debater at St. Ignatius, made the introductory remarks and aptly settled all questions of Parliamentary Law which arose during the course of the debate.r.XIVERMTY XOTES 7!) Mr. William A. O’Brien, first Affirmative, spoke in his usual forceful style, outlining the Affirmative s plan and pointing out the need for the examinations under question. Mr. George E. Devine, lead-off man for the Negative, contended that the change proposed was too radical, and that it would be powerless to check whatever corruption there might be in public office to day. Mr. Edward I). Keil of the Affirmative showed the advantages of the system for offices of the Federal Government, and kept the audience in a cheerful mood by his flashes of wit. Mr. James O’Gara, the next speaker against the measure, offered proofs that it would not remedy inefficiency in elective offices. Mr. Raymond 1). Mc-Grorev, winner of last year’s High School Medal, was the last Affirmative speaker. He demonstrated the benefits to municipal government which the Civil Service plan would bring. The third Negative position was held by Mr. Charles F. Buggies, whose clear arguments against the measure, showing its impracticability and its dangerous features, and whose aggressive delivery brought him the first honors of the evening. The judges. Messrs. John J. O'Toole, Charles II. Brennan. and lion, bduard P. Shortall. decided that the Negative side had won the debate. The gold medal is the gift of one of our prominent alumni, Mr. Benjamin McKinley. Sanctuary Socikty Mr. Francis J. Seeliger, S. J., the director of the Sanctuary Society for three years, left last August for Montreal, Canada, where he is studying 'rheology. His successor is Mr. L. B. Fink, S. J., who has shown himself to be most capable and enthusiastic in directing the large society. He has had the able assistance and loyal co-operation of all the members in carrying on the noble work of the organization. We arc especially grateful to the officers and “Old-timers” for helping to keep up the Society’s traditional good spirit. Edmund 1. Slater, ’23, is Prefect, with Edward Walsh, ’2(i. and Preston Devine, ’25, as assistants. Joseph Brusher, H. S. 24. is Sec-80 THE I OX ATI AX retary, George E. Devine, ’23, fills the office of Treasurer, Adolph Theis, H. S. ’23, Censor, and Anthony Delucchi and Gerald Sugruc II. S. ’25, Vestry Prefects. At Easter a “Spiritual Bouquet’’ of Masses and good works was gratefully presented to the many kind benefactresses who devoted their time to making the beautiful new cassocks for all the members. Law School Debate There are few things more important to one who is to follow the profession of the Law than a facility in expresing ideas clearly and forcefully. Recognizing this, the faculty of the Law College has made debating an essential part of the curriculum, and the Philalethic Debating Society, composed of members of the Freshman and Sophomore Classes, holds a public debate cveiy year for the gold medal donated by Mr. John F. Brooke, A. B. ’82. The debate is also an interclass affair bet wen the Freshmen and Sophomores. The event took place this year on April 25th, on the question “Resolved: That the President of the United States shall be elected by the direct vote of the people.” Members of the House on the Affirmative were Mr. George B. Harris, who advanced plausible arguments against the convention system; Mr. John J. Bolgcr, speaking with clear logic in support of his contentions; and Mr. Jerome A. Duffy, who demonstrated forcibly the closing arguments of the Affirmative. The Negative was supported by the Sophomore Senate, represented by Messrs. Lawrence Courtney, V. C. Ilammack, and Neil McCall ion. Mr. Courtney, as first speaker, showed the people can more easily choose men of good judgment to act as electors than choose directly a man whom they do not know for President. He was followed by Mr. Ilammack, who pointed to the length of time in which the present system has been followed, and the benefits derived from it, and Mr. McCall ion concluded the debate for the Negative by showing convincingly and eloquently that under the proposed plan a few states would hold the control of all elections.( « Walsh. F. Smythe, J. Marchinton. W. Tredennick, C. FOURTH HIGH Marchctti. C. Ruddcn. J. Power. J. Wagner. R. O’Neill. W. Pease. L. O’Neil. A.The is. A. Orr. F. McCarthy, P. Sevilla. J. FOI'HTH HIGH Doyle. W. Murray, F. Murray. H. Mondo a. S. Ajrmar, A. Canevnro. E. McCormick. R. Betts. J. FOURTH HIGH Dulfer. P. Downey. E. Kerrigan. T. Luchessa. C. Coleman, M. O'Connor, J. McCarthy, F. Keating, J. Tamargo, F. Skelly. C. Fernandez, S. Hoyle, J.Lynch, W. Meyer, W. Haujfhey. j. Crowley. E. FOURTH HIGH Copeland. J. Armenia. E. FHnn. T. Frit' .. A. Brennan. T. Kenney, W. Brady. Ii.UNIVERSITY NOTES 81 The judges, Messrs. C. Harold Caulfield, Dion Holm, and the Hon. Franklin Griffin, after commending the speakers for their forensic ability, decided that the Sophomores were victorious and that the medal for the best speaker should be awarded to Mr. Jerome A. Duffy. Orchestra The battle between Jazz and the Classics seems to be invading the halls of the College. For the past three or four years, the College Jazz band has been favoring us at all College functions, and their popularity has increased with each appearance. Now, however, there is to be competition in the form of a College and High School Orchestra, with Mr. Stanislaus Rosenkranz as Director and Mr. Alexander Hamilton, ’26, as assistant. The Ignattan, calmly watching the approaching affray between Symphony and Syncopation, maintains a position of absolute and serene neutrality, heartily wishing success in its own line to each of the musical organizations of the College.COLLEGE BASKETBALL BLY following in the footsteps of the consistently good basketball teams which have in the past represented St. Ignatius in intercollegiate competition, the 1923 team early proved itself to be one of the most dangerous aggregations on the Coast. Despite the passing of the Cali-fornia-Nevada League, the squad had one of the fullest and most difficult schedules of recent years, in which, under the tutelage of Coach John Connolly, it was generally victorious. A number of new faces appeared when the call for candidates was sounded, among them being Morrisey, “Bud” O’Neill, Buggies, Jensen, Gaffney, Cullinan, and “Dud” Smith, the last making good in his first season at the game. Of the veterans there were, first and foremost, Captain “Imp” Begley, also McCormack, Barry, Needles, Glynn, and “Marty” O’Brien, all of whom added fresh laurels to their athletic achievements. The season opened most auspiciously, with a win for St. Ignatius over the Oregon Aggies. A large crowd was on hand to see the boys as they trotted on the floor and proceeded to nose out last year’s Conference Champs, by one field goal, in a fast and exciting game. The contest was replete with thrills, and the spectacular play on both sides kept most of the crowd on their feet throughout the whole of the see-saw struggle. Although two All-Conference men of last year, Gill and the famous “Mush” Hjelte, graced the visitors’ lineup, the real star of the evening’s entertainment was Captain St. Ignatius 17, Orkgon 15.ATHLETICS 83 I - Begley, whose clever dribbling and accurate shooting featured the contest. St. Ignatius 40, Petaluma 18. Flushed with victory, the squad journeyed to Petaluma, and successfully punctured the stubborn defense of the “ Egg-Town’ ’ boys, winning by the decisive score of 40-18. Begley was again high-point man, ringing sixteen scores, closely followed by Morrissey, who chalked up fourteen. Toward the end of the game, “Bud” O’Neill was injected into the fray, and revealed new athletic possibilities when he annexed a couple of pretty goals before the final whistle. Stanford 25, St. Ignatius 19. It was too good to last. The winning streak was stopped when the Varsity essayed to repeat last year’s victory, and after a hard struggle on the Cardinal’s court was defeated by the margin of three goals. Without attempting to belittle the victory of the winners, the Ignatians were bothered by the glass backboards of the baskets, and might have fared better under more favorable conditions. As it was, we were ahead 7-4 at half-time, and although we weakened a little toward the close, it was a real contest right up to the end. Morrissey shot most consistently for the Varsity, while Begley brought the stands to their feet several times with his dribbling. For the victors, Captain Rogers and McIIose were high point men, with Anderson and Oliva featuring at guard. St. Ignatius 39, Hawaiian All Stars 26. Next on the schedule were the Hawaiian All-Stars, who came, saw', and were conquered, in a game featured by the clever shooting of Nolan for the visitors, and by a real ‘ ‘Frank Merriwell” stunt on the part of the redoubtable “Imp” Begley. The game was about ten minutes old, and neither side had scored, when Coach Connolly decided to use Begley, who was on the bench with injuries sustained in the Stanford 484 THE I GNAT I AN contest. The “Imp” reported, limped out on the floor, and immediately tossed two through the hoop from center, on the first two plays. This started the scoring, and before the end of the game we had amassed 39 points as against 26 for the All-Stars. Olympic Club 28, St. Ignatius 25. This was “the most unkindest cut of all”, when the Varsity lost to the Olympic Club in a practice game crammed with thrills and good basketball. Our star guard, “Red” Jensen, also captained the Winged 0, and Coach Connolly, wishing to play the clubmen at their fullest strength, permitted “Red” to play for the opposition. This was “the blow that killed father’', for “Red”, after featuring all evening on defense, shot the final goal that cinched a 28-25 victory for the club. Though closely guarded throughout, Begley got away for thirteen points, many of them resulting from sensational shots. For the club, the stars were Ladar and Boyle, who divided twenty-two points between them. St. Ignatius 31, Santa Clara 27. A large crowd turned out to see the traditional rivals renew their old feud in the first of a three-game series between the two institutions. The game proved to be a real thriller, and was featured by the clever work of the always spectacular “Imp” Begley, who opened up a new bag of tricks for the occasion and directly accounted for twenty-one of the points scored by the Varsity. At half-time the score stood tied at nineteen all, and with the beginning of the second half, Santa Clara assumed a lead of four points which they held until almost the end. It was then that Begley broke loose for four field goals,— all of them spell-binders,—putting us on the long end of the 31-27 scoreATHLETICS 85 St. Ignatius 30, St. Mary’s 21. St. Mary’s College of Oakland appeared next on the schedule, and was forced to succumb to defeat by the rather decisive score of 30-21. While the game lacked the sensational character of some of the other contests, it proved very interesting, and was featured by the general efficiency of “Marty” O’Brien, and the clever playing of Captain Begley, who was responsible for sixteen points. For the trans-bay squad Lawless showed his accuracy at tossing them in from mid-court. St. Ignatius 21, California 46. Ilarmon gym was crowded long before the referee’s shrill whistle announced the beginning of the annual basketball struggle between our Varsity and the Golden Bear. And, Brothers, it was some struggle! For a while in the first half our hopes rose high, but we were doomed to disappointment. The work of Douthit at forward and O’Neil at center for the Berkeleyites proved too much for us, and we trailed at half time. Beginning the second half, “Imp” Begley conclusively proved what we have always contended,—that he is the cleverest and most valuable basketball player in Coast intercollegiate circles. Ilis work on the Berkeley court that night night bewildered the Bruins more than once and won him unstinted praise from both victors and critics. However, even his exceptionally fine playing could not stop the traditional California machine, and we were forced to succumb to defeat. Santa Clara 44, St. Ignatius 19. The second game of the St. Ignatius-Santa Clara series was played on the latter’s court, and resulted in the rout of the invaders. Minus the services of Captain Begley, the losers were severely handicapped, and to make matters worse, were in addition forced to contend with one of the most spectacular86 THE I GNAT I AN exhibitions of basketball displayed against them all season. The guarding of the victors, and the offensive work of Vukota and the Logan brothers was to much for us, and we went down to defeat. St. Ignatius 24, Nevada 19. The squad journeyed to Reno for the next game, and took on the Nevada Wolf Pack, in a fast and interesting struggle, the first of a two-game series. Coming with a rush after trailing 12-9 at the end of the first half, the Varsity swept their opponents off their feet, and had gained a lead of 24-19 when the final whistle sounded. “Imp” Begley was credited with nine of our points, in addition to playing a good floor game. St. Ignatius 20, Nevada 9. In the second game with Nevada we repeated the dose and, from a two-point lead gained by the end of the first half, steadily pulled away to a 20-9 victory. Begley was again high score man, followed by Needles, whose effective guarding with Jensen accounts for the fact that the visitors only scored one field goal in the second period of the contest. Santa Clara 25, St. Ignatius 17. The last and deciding game of the Santa Clara-St. Ignatius series was played at the Coliseum in this city, and drew a record crowd to see the traditional rivals do battle on the court. From the outset it was evident that the Ignatians were not up to form—a condition which should probably be attributed to staleness resulting from a long and difficult schedule. As it was, Santa Clara increased a 15-11 lead at the end of the first half, to a 25-17 win, the victory at the same time deciding the series between the two institutions. For the visitors, Vukota starred, while Begley was theATHLETICS 87 whole show for the Varsity in the scoring line, accounting for all but two of the points chalked up by St. Ignatius. St. Ignatius 23, L. A. A. C. 29. The team invaded Cafeteriaville for the last three games on their schedule, which were played against the Los Angeles Athletic Club, erstwhile national A. A. U. title holders. Although the Varsity lost the three games, the contests were all fast and bitterly fought right to the end. The absence of Needles from the line-up naturally weakened the defense of the Ignatians for these contests. The first game found the southern huskies enjoying a commanding lead of 21-7 at half time. Between the acts Coach Connolly must have given the boys the old “heart-to-heart”, for in the final stanza the Varsity outscored their southern brethren 16-8, failing however to overtake the commanding lead which the winners had accumulated in the first half. In this game “Red” Jensen again proved his versatility by leading the attack in the second half with three pretty goals, in addition to a scintillating defense. St. Ignatius 26, L. A. A. C. 54. The second game of the series between the Varsity and the Los Angeles Athletic Club developed some of the best basketball of the season. Although contending against severe odds in size and experience, the Varsity strove manfully to stem the tide, but the victors, displaying the most brilliant opposition yet encountered, were not to be kept from pulling away to a hard-earned victory. For the southerners, Laswell, Olney and Wilson sparkled, with Begley and Marty O’Brien doing the most effective work for us in the scoring line. St. Ignatius 24, L. A. A. C. 31. In the final game of the season, the southerners made a clean sweep of the North-South series by beating us to the88 THE I ON AT I AN tune of 31-24. The defeat came as something of a disappointment to the boys, who were all pepped up to dose the season in a blaze of glory, but were forced to content themselves with the fact that they gave the southerners a close run, and kept the game in doubt up to the final moments of the st ruggic. “Red” Jensen continued his streak of sensational shooting by ringing four from the field during the contest, while Joe Barry had levelled on the hoop for three before the game had fairly started. However, victory was not to be, and the southern contingent at last overcame our stubborn resistance and won by a 31-24 count. N account of the athletic activities at St. Ignatius would not be complete without mention of the baseball team, the first, by the way, that has represented the college in recent years, almost since the famous days of Warren Brown and Dutch Rcuthcr. The squad, newly equipped and nattily uniformed, has been scooping ’em up and lining ’em out for the past month oi so, and the boys have been very successful in the majority of games played so far. Although the late start did not permit of an extensive schedule, we number among our victims the fast Blake, Moffit and Townc nine, which fell to the tune of 3-2, and the Anglo-California Bank, defeated 6-3. We have broken even with the California Medical College in a two-game series, winning 8-5; and losing 9-4. The burden of the pitching is supported by Shoemaker and Schmitt. Composing the infield are Minehan, Reilly. Cullinan, Begley and Daley, while “Dud” Smith, Kelly, and Ghirardelli retrieve the long ones in the outfield. Mr. Corkerv, S. J., the manager, and Captain Begley have mapped out a full schedule, and the team is looking forward to a busy and successful season. COLLEGE BASEBALLHigh School Notes Scholastic Standing N April 19, Professor William D. Merrill, detailed as inspector from the University of California, visited St. Ignatius on the annual round of inspection of accredited High Schools. Mr. Merrill arrived unannounced and made a tour of the classes, stopping in each to hear the recitations and note the manner in which the classes were carried on. The inspector, Professor of Latin at the University, could not of course give any official statement, but from the satisfaction that appeared on his features we may reasonably believe that the High School will not only continue to rank as an accredited school, but will maintain its position in Class A-l. J. P. D. S. Play “The Curate of Kilronan.” The Junior Philhistorian Debating Society abandoned its arguments long enough to produce a three-act play in St. Ignatius Auditorium on January 23rd. A few pages were borrowed from Canon Sheehan’s renowned work, “My New Curate,” and dramatized into a sketch entitled “The Curate of Kilronan.” P. H. McCarthy, Jr., portrayed the amiable old pastor, “Daddy Dan,” in a manner befitting that white-locked clergyman. Father Lctheby, the energetic and enterprising young curate who encountered and subdued all difficulties, was played by Thomas A. Brannen. Albert Agmar and Ray Sullivan stood by the two priests in their difficulties. As every play must have its villain, or villains, William Doyle and James Smythe appeared in the role of scheming land-agents. Frank Butler was known on the stage as Father Duff, while Jack Kavanaugh assumed the name of Jack Campion for the day. Joe Haughey and Francis Orr were brought in as shipwrecked sailors. The attendance at the90 THE I GNAT I AN matinee and evening performances was so encouraging that the play was presented in the St. Francis Parish Hall on March 15th, where once more a large audience acclaimed the dramatic ability of the cast. Appreciation is due Mr. Harold Buckley, S. J., whose initiative and patient coaching made the play possible. On the same program with the first two presentations of “The Curate of Kilronan” appeared a farce, “The Trials of Judge Theis”, written by Dan McGloin, a blossoming playwright of the High School. High School Elocution Contest For years on the occasion of the High School Elocution Contest the St. Ignatius Auditorium has reverberated with the passionate voices of youthful declaimers. Following the traditional custom, on the night of March 5th, thirteen elocutionists appeared on the stage in hopes of acquiring the gold medal which had been generously donated by Dr. J. Franklin Smith. The exceptional talent and close competition which characterized this year’s contest required much deliberation on the part of the judges before a winner could be agreed upon. “St. John the Aged” was the vehicle that carried Thomas A. Brannen of the Junior Class to victory, and his success is well merited, for the words of the venerable old Saint, as interpreted by Brannen, were both beautiful and touching. Honorable mention was awarded to Henry J. O’Connor of the Sophomore Class, who painted the “Volunteer Organist” in humorous oils of elocution, and to John Betts of the Senior Year, whose recitation of T. A. Daly’s “Rosa” revealed the affectionate devotion of an Italian father. Rev. Father Hubert Flynn, S. J., Dr. Edmond L. Morrissey, and Mr. Charles F. Walsh rendered the verdict. Washington Essay Contest Disproving the fallacy that Catholic schools are lax in patriotism, the class of ’23, Division B, has instituted a per-HIGH SCHOOL NOTES 91 petual trophy to be awarded to the class that produces the best essay on “George Washington and Patriotism” each year. Competition for the cup is compulsory for all but Fourth Year Students, according to the conditions laid down by the donors. The honors for the initial contest went to Third Year High, Division B, William N. Connolly and Edward McQuade of that class winning first and second places respectively. Michael Phelan, of First Year High F was given third ranking. Museum Contest St. Ignatius may well boast of her rising crop of young writers. In the recent M. H. De Young Memorial Museum Essay Contest, Dan McGloin and Frank Kirby, both of the Junior Year, were rewarded for their efforts with handsome silver loving cups. McGloin earned his trophy with a description of the Museum as a whole, while Kirby’s article on the Arms and Armor Room was judged meritorious. Thomas A. Brannen and Edward McQuade, also of the Third Year, were given honorable mention, being the runners-up to the two St. Ignatius winners. It is with no little pride that we note that of the four essays submitted by St. Ignatius, four received recognition in this city-wide contest. J. P. D. S. Gold Medal Debate On the night of April 4th, the elements without were stormy, and within the walls of the St. Ignatius Auditorium it was by no means tranquil, for the annual Gold Medal Debate of the Junior Philhistorian Debating Society was in progress. The topic was “Resolved: That the United States should subsidize her merchant marine.” P. H. McCarthy, Jr., ’23; William Doyle, ’23; and James Smythe, ’23, upheld the af-92 THE I GNAT I AN firmativc and William J. Connolly, ’24; Francis Butler, ’23; and John T. Rudden, ’23, defended the negative. Mr. Raymond Williamson, LL.B., officiated, and Messrs. John J. Barrett, Geo. A. Connolly and Dion R. Holm as judges declared for the affirmative. James Smythe was selected as the best individual speaker of the evening, and was awarded the Gentleman’s Sodality Gold Medal. Mr. Geo. A. Connolly, who announced the decision, complimented all the speakers on their ability and lauded the work of the society in enabling youths to obtain greater facility in expressing their thoughts. All tributes paid to the organization of course redound to its Moderator, Mr. Harold Buckley, S. J.,. whose sacrifice of time and personal instruction are reflected in the forensic skill of the debaters.High School Athletics FOOTBALL FOR five consecutive years football has annually awakened from its hibernation, burrowed its way up to the surface of St. Ignatius field, and after feeling the chill created by unfavorable circumstances, receded to its hole with a dejected spirit. This year it awoke and burrowed just as it had done in the past, but when the soothing warmth of a promising outlook caressed its battered old hide, it scampered over the field with all the vivacity conserved in five inert years. So, at St. Ignatius last season, football was a success, notwithstanding the fact that we lost every one of our S. F. A. L. games. The figures of a man’s bank account do not gauge the usefulness of his existence. Neither do the won and lost columns wholljr indicate the success or the failure of a team’s endeavors. By the stubborn opposition which our eleven presented to experienced football machines, we hinted that whenever football supremacy is to be decided in the proximate future, St. Ignatius is to be reckoned with. Defeat carried no ignominy, for it can be truthfully said that our eleven made a Roman holiday for no one. The American game at St. Ignatius owes its resuscitation to Mr. Paul Corkery, S. J., who assumed charge of affairs while they were still young and feeble, and who together with Mr. Harold Buckley, S. J., coached the boys until Captain Smith was secured as head mentor. No sooner had the notice for the initial practice graced the bulletin board than thirty-five fellows responded to shake the camphor balls out of the football togs. By the end of that week Captain Smith had the squad reduced to half, and in the days that preceded the first game the pungent odor of liniment, and limping gaits bore testimony to stiff workouts.04 TIIE IGNAT I AN Oakland Technical High 39, St. Ignatius 0. On September 16th the St. Ignatius team, captained by “Ottie” Theis, ferried over to Oakland for their first game of the season, the guests of Oakland Technical High. The trans-bay squad greatly outweighed our men and handed us a 39-0 trouncing. Inexperience was our outstanding fault. Considering that the Technicians are a team of high standing, the efforts of the Ignatians are by no means to be despised. Potter 7, St. Ignatius 6. Potter was the next to engage us, and at Ewing Field a 7-6 battle was waged. Although we drew the short end of the score, nevertheless the game was a feather in our cap, for Potter is no novice on the chalk-marked field and had previously downed teams of good reputation. St. Ignatius also showed a noticeable improvement in handling the ball. Sequoia High 32, St. Ignatius 0. Sequoia High of Redwood City claimed our next date. At the end of a peninsular excursion we found that a 32-0 reception had been prepared for us. The score is not indicative of the fight raised by the St. Ignatius boys, for every touchdown made by the Sequoias was dearly priced. Con-very and McDonald worked well for the Ignatians. The original line-up included: Center, McDonald. Guards, Powers and De Andreis. Tackles, McCarthy and Theis. Ends, Buja and Falvcy. Halves, O’Brien and Doyle. Fullback, Henning. Quarter, Barrett. St. Joseph’s Academy 2, St. Ignatius 6. The sons of St. Joseph’s Academy navigated over from Oakland to spend the afternoon with our boys at the GoldenHIGH SCHOOL ATHLETICS 95 Gate Park Stadium. It was on this occasion that we sipped the sweet nectar of victory for the first time. In the first period, Buja, left end, recovered a blocked kick behind the Academy’s goal for the sole touchdown of the game. During the second quarter St. Joseph’s pinched the Ignatians into a safety, but further attempts to score were frustrated. McDonald and Buja were a constant worry to the Oaklandcrs. William Warren 32, St. Ignatius 0. Retracing our steps southward, we battled with the William Warren school at Menlo Park. The boarding school eleven proved to be too much for us, and we carried a 32-0 licking back home. Down around San Mateo and vicinity, the William Warren gridders enjoy a high reputation and it is considered quite an accomplishment to turn them back. Cogswell 32, St. Ignatius 0. Cogswell and St. Ignatius were paired off at Ewing Field for the opening game of the S. F. A. L. As the strength of the Folsom Street lads was underestimated, the dopesters conceded us a fighting chance, which privilege we would have taken regardless of the opinion of the sages. The Cogswell bunch wrought havoc upon us to the tune of 32-0, and although this proved to be the worst setback in our league efforts, we may feel exonerated by the fact that our rivals were similarly manhandled, and even the champion Lick Tiger was all but chased from his lair by this same aggregation. Galileo 7, St. Ignatius 6. Victory slipped through nervous fingers when Galileo nosed us out by a 7-G count at Ewing Field in our second league battle. Because of Cogswell’s previous success at our expense, conservative critics could foresee nothing but a Galileo field day. But as St. Ignatius rarely if ever follows the dictates of critics, we started off by scoring on a blocked punt which had been salvaged by Buja. Unfortunately the try-for-point kick went astray. After being on the defensive for96 THE IGNAT I AN three periods, the Civic Center boys succeeded in carrying the ball over for a touchdown and added the extra point that sounded the knell for the Ignatians. “Dick” Wagner, right halfback, distinguished himself by tossing a few long passes over the heads of the Orange and Purple defense. Sacred Heart 3, St. Ignatius 0. All the world loves a spirited contest and anyone who has even one drop of sporting blood coursing in his veins will go out of his way to witness a game in which natural and not assumed rivalry is the impetus to the players. Since the founding of the two institutions, Sacred Heart and St. Ignatius have been “keen rivals” as the hackneyed expression goes, but we cannot recall a game upon which so much hinged and victory was so coveted. After a six-year interval, the two elevens met on a rain-soaked Ewing Field, where, despite the persistent drizzle, large rooting sections from both schools watched the proceedings. St. Ignatius was perhaps the favorite as the teams waddled through the mud in practice. But things were ordained otherwise. In the second quarter Sacred Heart scored fro " our 35 yard line with a perfect kick by Garrachio, right end. Driven to desperation, St. Ignatius came back in the third period, and recovering a blocked kick made first down with the goal to go. Here a fumble gave Sacred Heart the ball one more, and McGettigan punted out of danger. From that point on no score by either side threatened. Election of Captain Following the Sacred Heart game, which concluded our schedule, a meeting of the players was held at which “Slide” Falvey was elected captain of the 1923 squad. At the same meeting, the block S. I. H. for football was awarded the following: Buja, Falvey, Theis, McCarthy, De Andreis, Power, Bcresford, Loughery, Hettich, Convery, Montgomery, O’Brien, N., Henning, E., McDonald, W., Murray, F., and Doyle, W.1 %145-POUNDT T 120-POUND100-POUNDHIGH SCHOOL ATHLETICS 97 Alumni Banquet In appreciation of the team’s efforts a banquet was given for the members at the Whitcomb Hotel by the St. Ignatius Alumni. The graduates pledged themselves to support the boys in their enterprises on the turf. Indoor Baseball League The humblest and least celebrated of St. Ignatius’ athletic functions is the Indoor Baseball League, and yet when the cares of life lay siege to the graduate’s school-day memories, all others succumb except the fond recollections of the old yard game. This year the indoor ball was quite a busy object, for the asphalt was occupied by Freshmen, Sophomores, a handful of Juniors and a sprinkling of Seniors, all of whom gamboled about the yard with unrestrained zest. BASKETBALL St. Ignatius never has to take a chair in the corner and twiddle her thumbs when Basketball is the subject of the conversation. For years she has put such formidable quintets on the court that the Red and Blue teams have become the standards of comparison. The season just passed has been one of marked success for us. While no city championships were brought home, every one of our teams succeeded in keeping right up in front. Mr. Strickroth, who coached the live teams, may justly take to himself a large part of the honors won by his proteges. 100 Pound Team Our 100 pound team went through a schedule of preseason games without much exertion. The Hayward Boys’ Club, Boy Scouts, Polytechnic, Cogswell and Mission were put away by comfortable scores. When the S. F. A. L. commenced, Poly was bowled over by a 19-11 count and Lick-Wilmerding took a 31-3 beating. Commerce was sent home with a 21-10 defeat while Lowell nosed us out in an 18-17 battle involving the division championship. In a post-season98 THE IGN ATI AN game the Sacred Heart boys received a 26-10 trouncing, an appropriate way to close a favorable season. With “Dink” O’Brien as captain, the personnel of the midgets included: Nunan, Vlautin, O’Connor, Beresford, Cussen, Hoover, and Olsen. 110 Pound Team Great hopes were invested in the 110 pound quintet at the beginning of the season, for they certainly looked like the class of the league. We went through Commerce, Poly, John Rolfe, and the reputable Sacred Heart 110’s in the preliminary games, but when the S. F. A. L. opened, Captain Chante-loupe failed to make weight. This put a severe crimp in the team’s chances. Commerce, Lowell, and Poly managed to snatch close games from us in the League play. Cunningham filled Chanteloupe’s place as captain, while Sugrue, Reilly, Foley, Hanley, Finnegan and Morton constituted the line-up. 120 Pound Team The 120 pound aggregation paralleled the stellar performances of the century weight team, and perched on the second rung in their division. Cogswell and Mission were downed with one-sided scores in practice games, and in the League, the Green and Black fared no better. Once more, however, Lowell wrenched a division championship from our grasp by taking a 19-14 tussle. In the final game, Poly afforded us a good workout, but we stepped out and won 19-18. Haran, Tichenor, Chantcloupe, Bocsche, and Linchan, under the leadership of Kd Canevaro, wore the Ignatian colors. 130 Pound Team The 130 pounders incurred the displeasure of Lady Luck, and as a consequence had a rather disastrous season; the reasons for which being entirely unaccountable. With such men as Captain Jack Patridge, “Bud” De Meyer, “Mickey” Burns, Dick Hanley, and Ken Doyle in the regular coterie, and Nero Paynter, Mark Joseph, Dick Duggan, Bill Doyle,man school athletics 99 Bill McCormick and Paul Dulfcr ready to step in at any minute, it is not in the natural course of things to play a losing game. In their first attempt, the boys whipped the All-Star Agnetian quintet but in the next three starts lost by slim margins to Commerce, Lowell, and Poly. In the Lowell game it required an extra five minute period before the Ignatians would concede victory to their opponents. The score at halftime was 16-16; at the end of the second half 26-26; while the final figures read 31-28. 145 Pound Team This aggregation came as near to annexing the city championship as a team can possibly come without winning it. After wading through their division with no opposition to mention, the “huskies” in their titular brush with Poly ran up a large lead in the first half. The count at half-time favored us 17-10, and to all St. Ignatius rooters it looked as if we had the game in the refrigerator. But in the second period our fellows, possessed by some mysterious malady, failed to ring a solitary basket, while Poly added 10 more points and won out 20-17. In a practice game, the forty-fives swamped Vallejo High 36-9 on the vanquished team’s floor. Commerce and Mission were trimmed by the respective scores of 41-3 and 14-4 in the league games, and Cogswell also bowed to defeat. Then followed the disastrous fight with Poly for the championship. Captain Frank Kirby and Frank Murray performed admirably as forwards. “Bullet” Meyers, the elongated center, made it his business to get first tap every time. Ed Loughery and “Bevo” Bcresford were a disheartening pair of guards for any opposing forward to run up against. F. Lynch, Artie Kirby, Tom Brennan, “Slide” Falvey, and Dan Murphy were capable substitutes.100 THE I GNAT I AN BASEBALL YEAR’S intermission having passed, baseball was giv- en a regal reception on the occasion of its return to the Ignatian lot. The 1921 product returned home with the S. F. A. L. title neatly bound and gagged, and our early springtime conjecture is that the St. Ignatius tossers will at least make a strong bid for this year’s championship. On paper the nine looms up most favorably, but we did not confine our diamond proficiency to parchment. The first practice game was staged at San Rafael, where the Hitchcock Military Academy was given an 8-1 drubbing. “Bud” De Meyer had the cadets badly tangled up, as shown by the fact that he allowed only four hits. “Slide” Falvey and Armenio alternated at wearing the mask. Alameda High next entertained us on their lot, where we dropped a close 2-1 game. In a batfest at San Mateo against the San Mateo High we won out after a spectacular ninth inning rally, the final score being 8-7. De Meyer and Armenio again worked for St. Ignatius. The lineup, formulated by Coach Strickroth, who has had the boys out every day, is as follows: Left field, Walter Lynch. Center field, “Marcus” Flatch. Right field, Ed Loughcry. First base, “Roddy” Tilton. Second base, A. Chanteloupe. Third base, Cyril Chase. The opposition find it distinctly unprofitable to hit to short-stop, Captain Joe Henncberry’s stamping ground. Elmo Armenio and “Slide” Falvey are as good a brace of catchers as they come. The enigmatic slants usually proceed from the educated fingers of “Bud” De Meyer, but Frank Murray is not without accomplishments in the box. McGloin and O’Connor are potent substitute outfielders, and “Nero” Paynter and Canevaro take their places in the infield when emergency summons them.HIGH SCHOOL ATHLETICS 101 Santa Clara 2, St. Ignatius 12. Our fourth and fifth dates were reserved for our time honored rivals, the Santa Clara preps. The first game, which was played on the home diamond, resulted in a batting bee for our men. Hard and frequent hitting gave us our 12 runs, and faultless fielding kept Santa Clara’s total down to 2. Santa Clara 6, St. Ignatius 5. In the second tilt, Santa Clara as the home team evened things up by disregarding predictions and winning 6-5. Both nines hit freely, but the prune pickers bunched their hits and pulled out ahead. Mission 7, St. Ignatius 2. The opening day of the S. F. A. L. season saw Mission and St. Ignatius striving for supremacy at Ewing Field. We were unfortunate in having Mission for our first opponent, with the laurels of last year’s championship still fresh on her brow. For the first four innings St. Ignatius played the pennant winners to a standstill. Old Man Anxiety and his companion, Uneasiness, sat in the Mission section, but in the fifth inning they deserted and came over to us, for in that frame a walk, a hit, and a succession of errors gave Mission enough runs to win. From then on the fight was resumed. “Bud” !)e Meyer pitched a creditable game, and with the assistance of Elmo Armenio sent the opposing batsmen back to the bench with regularity.102 THE I GNAT I AN TRACK IN pursuance of our policy of athletic revivals, we determined to turn out a creditable track team this spring. While an abundance of material does not prevail, still what men we do boast of are athletes of the first order and under the guidance of Coach Herb Williamson should carry off several places in the coming meets. “Dink” O’Brien, Jerry Sugrue, A1 Skelly, Ken Beale, Paul O’Gara, and Schirmer can slow up the stop watches in the junior 100 and 220 yard dashes. Norbert O’Brien, Bob McGibbon, and Nick Buja in the heavier weights promise to gallop up the stretches in less time than they ever did before. The 440 yard run is amply taken care of by Charley Skelly, who is no stranger on the cinderpath. Charley can also heave the javelin mightily and step over the hurdles in fast time. Jim Smythe and Howe McCarthy are both worth considering in the middle distances. Dick Wagner flips the shot and sails the discus like an Olympic Games veteran. Bill Doyle can plod over the mile with the best of them, and we expect a donation of a few points from him in the spring competition.•• • • I104 THE I GNAT I AN It is our continued effort to better serve the public in every detail of comfort that has earned our envied reputation TARIFF Detached Bath - - $1.25 and $1.50 Private Bath - - - $2.00 to $3.00 No Higher Rates FEDERAL HOTEL 7 th and Market SAN FRANCISCO A D VER TI SEME STS 105 Good Food—Bounteous Portions Moderate Prices—Fine Music A he A States Restaurant Market at Fourth San Francisco Phone Kearny 3524-5 Art Floral Co., Inc. 247 Powell Street At Geary Decorator of St. Ignatius Church for last 21 years Flowers by WIRE Anywhere Our Artist at Your Service We Specialize in Decorating and Designing106 THE ION ATI ANA I) VER TIS EM ENTS 107 Kelleher and Browne The Irish Tailors GOOD SUITS TO ORDER NOW $50.00 to $65.00 716 Market St. College Cut a Specialty HATTERS 2610 MISSION STREET Phone Mission 1143 Near Twenty-Second FOTOGRAPHS We Specialize in College and School Pictures, Athletic Clubs, Team, etc. The Very Best Work in the City The Johnson Studio The Cuts gracing this Journal were made by the Johnson Sttidio108 THE IGNAT I AN St. Ignatius CoUege San Francisco 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.ADVERTISEMENTS 109 Jere F. Sullivan Theo. J. Roche Matt I. Sullivan Phone Kearny 5740 SULLIVAN SULLIVAN AND THEO. J. ROCHE ATTORNEYS-AT-LAW Humboldt Bank Bldg.: Rooms 1109-1118—11th Floor 785 Market Street, near Fourth San Francisco » Phone Pacific 5018 D. TOSI CO. SYDEL’S Designers and Builders of Sanitary Market Granite and Marble A New Market Complete in MEMORIALS Every Detail Fruits, Meats, Vegetables 449- FIFTEENTH AVE. Groceries, Delicacies Pacific 6382 Yard—COLMA Randolph 2565 1900 Hayes St. TAXI? Market 6000 WM. J. GALLAGHER CO.110 THE IGNAT I AN THE HOME INSURANCE COMPANY NEW YORK Organized in 1853 The Largest Fire Insurance Co. on the American Continent The Franklin Fire Insurance Company OF PHILADELPHIA Organized in 1828 An Old Established American Fire Insurance Company The City of New York Insurance Company OF NEW YORK Organized in 1905 FIRE AND ALLIED BRANCHES OF INSURANCE TRANSACTED Automobile Commissions Farm Hail Rain Improved Risks Marine Profits Registered Mail Windstorm Rents Sprinkler Leakage Tourists’ Baggage Use and Occupancy RAY DECKER, General Agent PAUL A. NORMAND, CHAS. I. MAGILL, Assistant General Agents. 451 California Street, San Francisco Merchants Exchange Building PHONE KEARNY 853-854 Liberal Contracts of Indemnity, Fully Guaranteed by Funds Ample to Meet Without Delay Any Obligation. Prompt and Equitable Adjustment of Losses. ADVERTISEMENTS 111 Tel. Kearny 186 Benj. L. McKinley Attorney-at-Law E. Broderick GROCER Stores: • 916-918 Humboldt Savings 717 FILLMORE STREET Bank Building SAN FRANCISCO 783 MARKET STREET and SAUSALITO San Francisco Sacred Heart College FOUNDED 1872 ELLIS AND FRANKLIN STS. SAN FRANCISCO Conducted by the Christian Brothers Grammar, High School and Commercial Courses Accredited to St. Mary’s College and the University of California Phone Franklin 3250 «----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tel. Mission 890 • PHONE MARKET 9513 PIUS GFELL NEW GOLDEN GATE Successor to T. Musgrave Co. MARKET Watchmakers. Goldsmiths and Silversmiths A. PODESTA. Prop. Medals and Ecclesiastical Goods a Specialty Dealer in Fish and Poultry 3272 TWENTY'-FIRST STREET Bet. Mission and Valencia 1641-43 HAIGHT STREET San Francisco • San Francisco112 THE IGNAT I AN Jrnation ALBERS Carnation Mush A cereal food with an individual flavor. 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