University of Santa Clara - Redwood Yearbook (Santa Clara, CA)

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17 THE REDWOOD. Jack. Well you are the limit, to want to shake hands with that fellow, after the way he treated you, he at length burst out. ' ' You see, I could afford to be generous, said Jack, fori had him in my power and besides I don ' t want any enemies in the squad, for nothing is so demoralizing. Then he modestly changed the subject by thanking his rescuer from the bottom of his heart. The Freshman turned the thanks aside with a laugh and asked if, as Captain, Jack would keep an eye on his playing. I desire to make the team, he said, and shall do all in my power to deserve the honor. Yes, said Jack, you are a promising candidate, but, ex- cuse me, what ' s your name? My name is Victor Arden. Any relation to Bob Arden of Bakersfield? Yes, I ' m Bob Arden ' s brother. John M. Regan, ' 04.

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THE REDWOOD. ii dealt the blow, to the floor, with a hip throw that wrenched the whole system. Then he caught the other brute by the neck and sank his fingers deep into it. He felt the arms relax and with a vicious jerk threw him on the top of his accomplice. Quick as a flash he tore off both masks. His blood was up and he backed off to give them a chance to retaliate, but a sight of their faces stopped him. The faces were those of Hargrave and his pal Borden,, De- feated in his fight for the captainship of the football team, Har- grave had resorted to this ignoble means of revenge. A great wave of disgust swept over the Freshman and he prepared to pol- ish Hargrave off till he shone. He did not care for his companion for he knew that none but cowards would have resorted to such a trick, and in his present state of mind he felt that he was able to attend to both of them. In the meantime Jack had sprung from the bed and was gaz- ing on the scene with astonishment. When he had seen the third man enter his room he thought of course that he was in league with the other two, and had prepared for the worst. Now in his admiration for the heroism of the lad, he forgot the meanness of the others, and did not deign them a glance. Not so the Fresh- man. When they had risen to their feet he sprang forward and slapped Hargrave ' s face till his hand stung, while he kept a vigi- lant eye on Borden. The fight however had been taken out of both of them by the suddenness of the attack and the exposure of their identity, and Hargrave only put up his arm to ward off the blows, without a semblance of any return. Seeing this the Fresh- man desisted and spoke for the first time, turning towards Jack, What shall we do with the curs? Jack thought awhile, looking Hargrave in the eyes till the latter blinked and turned away. A struggle was going on within Jack ' s noble heart and at length he walked over and offered his hand to Hargrave, I et it pass, Del, I can ' t blame you. The Freshman swallowed an exclamation of wonder. Hargrave pretended not to see the outstretched hand and looked blankly into space above Jack ' s bed. The Freshman stepped forward again, seized Borden by the shoulders and fairly threw him through the door. Turning he sent Hargrave after him, with a particularly affectionate care for the comfort of his person. He slammed the door and looked at

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THE REDWOOD. 13 the: builders of the west. The night is done; on wings of mountain gale The roseate dawn appears; refulgent hurled O ' er hillock, stream and woodland, poppied vale New light streams ' blazon all the western world. The azure-vaulted dome, with golden gleams, The wildering oats, the scented fields that bend Their wild flowers to the wind, the wandering streams That curl ' tween grassy banks and silver blend, And surging meet the sea, the woody hills, O ' er slopes green terraced round, the dewy sod, The woodland choristers and purling rills Betoke another Eden, land of God. The light-orb training radiant leaves the East And o ' er the Heaven-blest race is Nature ' s wand Of peace extended by her Sun-god priest Waking to fruitage all the docile land. The people in the Hesperian air Unruffled take the tenor of th eir way, In their rude fashioned hamlets free from care And rule, know none they must obey. Yes ' twas not liberty, for government Is freedom ' s guardian, and when a band Of plundering foes, like Norland winds ' descent, Torrential, blazing swept upon the land, The golden sunset changed to tongued fire. And clouds of black ' ning fumes took forms of gnomes, That reveled as at Nineveh and Tyre, In dire destruction, watching crumbling homes: As oaks are shattered in the forests sear,