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SAXI.OWS Sc RHODES We simply make an efifort to please customers that other stores think is no use, but we ' ve got the business anyway. £ Trdde with Vs for.... | I Good Service and Good Prices | - . . ... . , , , I Flioase Clay lesjc S site Clara ' £ Special Prices given in Quantity Purchases. Try us and be ]s convinced. 9 I VARGAS BROS. | ILLARD BROS. BooKs and Stationery i Fo jntain Pens Pennants 25-27 SANTA CLARA ST., SAN JOSE MATEHHA PASTE COMPANY Manufacturers of all kinds of Italian and French Paste 127-131 North Market Street Phone Brown 241 San Jose, Cai,. C id Tif , The Wanderer (poem) The Life and Writings of Henry Harland The Dreamer (poem) To Chat A (poem) .... Alfred Weston . . . . Two Defects in our Universities . - To M. - Inez ...... The Waif (poem) . . . . Turning Tables .... Kind Words (poem) .... Editorials - - - - , - In the Library .... Alumni ..... College Notes .... Athletics . . . . . Rodney A. Yoell i G. Glastonbjiry 2 iM. T. Dooling, Jr. 10 Roberto Flood 1 1 Wm. C. Talbot 14 - Byington L. Ford 17 - R. V. 20 Rodney A. Yoell 21 C. A. Degnan 24 Aloysius Diepenbrock 26 Frank D. Warren 28 29 - 32 34 - 37 40 Nace Printing Co, Santa Clara, Cal. Entered Dec. , igo2, at Santa Clata, Calif, as second-clais matter, under Act of Congress of March ?, [879. Vol. X SANTA CLARA, CAL.. OCTOBER, 1910. No. 1 THE WANDERER f eve has dropped a i-ear upon ihe rose hose ne2i]m£ peials sparkle s oft and shine; he stars their eyes do ope and entJij £low nd J am wandering far from home and mine. (From that vast vault of £lintin£ £ems sublime The moon rays down its £oiden mellow ii£hi ; nd when J think of him no longer here hitter tear betrays and dims my si£ht. The dews upon the £rass shine each like stars nd insects hum the heavy-scented air fawn from thicket deep beside the way Jloth spring and run as J draw near its lair. ' is thus J wander through the perfumed eve Jlnd throw my soui upon the softened wind hile a loving Qod der ail these beauties rare J ooks down on me and all the homeless kind. Jiodney . JoeJJ. THE REDWOOD TfiE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF HENRY HARLAND (1861-1905) ii ]I R- Harland, " said Htmy ly Harland ' s secretary one day to him, " will you give me some facts concerning your life and your work for the Editor of who wants an article about you in his Mag- azine? " " Tell him, " laughed Harland, " That I was born. And that, thank God, I ' m still alive. " This was all the information the Sec- retary got and this resumes Harland ' s attitude toward self-revelation. I Henry Harland ' s life was a direct, vigorous, gracious and open one, with- out much to-do. The achievement of the life might divide itself into an A- merican and an European Episode. As to Henry Harland ' s personality,it laughs, loves, suffers in each one of bis charac- ters; while his spirit sparkles through all the manner of his writing, his style: and " Le Style c ' est P homme. ' ' Thomas Harland, Henry Harland ' s father, was a New York Barrister and Counsellor-at-law;he was a cultivated and an able man with a great heart, who died in May, 1898. Henry Har- land ' s mother still lives, a distinguished and remarkable woman. On the mater- nal side Thomas and Irene Harland came from Puritan and Quaker stock. But on the Harland side of the house the ancestry was English. Thomas Harland, eldest son of one Admiral Sir Robert Harland, having quarrelled with his people in England, came to Norwich, in Connecticut, in 1773. He fell in love with a New England girl, married her, built a house and settled in her town, which was Norwich. The Harland family has lived there ever since, in the same house which has been altered and enlarged for succeed- ing generations. On the rise of ground which domi- nates the house stood, once, a shelter, during King Philip ' s war, for the Sen- try on the lookout for invading Indians; the hill is now a fine, peaceabe old apple-orchard; but the Sentinel ' s or Sentry ' s Box gave its name to the house and to the place, Sentry Hill; which, in Henry Harland ' s posthumous novel, The Royal End, is called " Barrack ' s Hill. " It is there quite accurately de- scribed. Henry Harland, born on March i, 1861, was as a youth, educated at the College of the City of New York. In 1881 he went to Harvard University, where he stayed for one year as a student of theology. But Cambridge did not give him what he wanted, and when his parents offered him a year abroad he left Cambridge with relief to spend another year in Italy, the better part in Rome. With zest — all the zest of his ardent tern- THE REDWOOD perament and humor and keen intelli- gence, Henry Harland threw himself in- to the sport of the artist ' s life here; and as he was fortified with letters of intro- duction, be saw, too, much of the best Roman Society, Black and White; when he returned to America, in 1883, still scarcely more than a lad, he had found himself. Wholly — in mind and heart, — Harland was a Catholic and he was an artist. However, he did not then make his obedience to the Catholic Church for he had fallen in love with a young girl who like himself was of New England stock, but in whom had been noarished a violent prejudice against the Catholic faith. The young people were married a year after Harland ' s return from Europe. II Henry Harland ' s sensitive and re- sponsive mind was teeming with im- pressions. All his genius spoke in the direction of literature and in order to write he adopted the plan of rising at 4 A. M. and on a brew of coffee, of setting to work until eight. At nine he was at his OflBce in the Surrogates ' Court of the City of New York. He had, before his marriage, made the ac- quaintance of a young Jew, a member of Mr. Felix Adler ' s Ethical Culture Society, and as the acquaintance grew into a friendship everything Jewish be- came of interest to Henry Harland, who was nothing if not whole-souled in his attachments. The Jewish element of New York appealed to his imagina- tion, perpetually athirst for picturesque material; he saturated himself with the romantic traditions of the Jewish race and weaving together its past ar.d pre- sent wrote his first novel: As It Was Written; A Jewish Musician ' s Story. The poet critic, Mr. Clarence Stedman, was Henry Harland ' s godfather. De- lighted with the finished Ms. when it was put in his hands, he took charge of placing it with a publisher. The novel appeared,— -proved one of the successes of the season and brought the young man more demands for his work than he could possibly meet, so that he felt justified in giving up his post in the Civil Service, an exhausting one, — and in devoting himself absolutely to literary life. Mrs. Peixada and The Yoke Of The Thorah succeded As It Was Written. The three novels form a sort of Jewish trilogy, which afterwards Harland was wont gaily to term: " Mes peches de jeu- nesse, " for they did not meet at all with his artistic approval. They are, and notwithstanding this, very vivid, humourous, and in the case of hero and heroine, profoundly tragic studies, of the New York Jewish world and its problems, in the eighties; and it has been said of them that in their broad lines, their vigor and hardihood of treatmen t, they suggest a type of talent similiar to that of Rodin, the French Sculptor. Ill The young couple in 1887 had the wisdom of their genius, their youth and THE REDWOOD their folly; they went to Paris and thence to London where they settled themselves. Some of the experiences of those earlier days are divertingly parodied in a play entitled: The Light Sovereign. The Light Sovereign was published in 1889 and was afterwards elaborated into a farcical Comedy in collaboration with Mr. Hubert Crackan- thorpe. But as a Comedy, it was never produced, although Balkan plays and Balkan tales it has suggested to a whole tribe of playwrights and novelists. From 1889, desultorily, in the English Reviews, began to appear stories which were collected and published afterwards by Mr. Heinemann, under the title of Mademoiselle Miss. The stories are re- markable for their humour, their tender presentment of human nature in its less usual and obvious aspects. This book attracted a good deal of attention. Grey Roses followed Madetnoiselle Miss; and after Grey Roses came Come- dies and Errors. The short story, (more ' s the pity) is rarely in book form a success in English-speaking lands. But Grey Roses and Comedies and Errors had the good fortune to capti- vate both the critics and the public. The critics recognized in them " Gems of the literary art by the hand of a master, " and Mr. Henry James wrote an article about them in The Fortnightly Review and Mr. William Courtney wrote another, I believe in 77 ,? Contem- porary. By this time Mr. Harland ' s house in London had become the centre of an in- teresting group of litterateurs, a brilliant coterie of men and women artists. Letters, music, black and white work, were undergoing a sea-change in Eng- land, a quiet revival; lo! the sound of the turtle was heard in the land. Through The Yellow Book, the move- ment found expression at last; it actual- ly rose to a Renaissance and thus the intrinsic spirit of Art came afresh and for a while, into its own. ' ' How I Passed Thirty-Six Hours in a Boiler! ' ' One had grown so weary of the story, of which one knows the type. As to Black and White Work! A Royal Academy picture translated into terms of photograviug would give a fair exam- ple of its commonplaceness, its banality. Yet from Oxford, from Cambridge, from London, from Glasgow, men came, men who had things to say, things to do, of an original sort; whose vision included far more of life and of its wonders than the rehearsal of the tale: How I Passed Thirty-six Hours in a Boiler, — or a rep- resentation manifold of The Cotter ' s Sat- urday Night sort of picture. It was in truth, then, I make no doubt, very much as it is now, — the Editor of the average Magazine was a timid person; he saw evil everywhere and " safety only in Matrimony. " Caution prompted him for the most part to print nothing with the slightest touch of individuality, unless indeed, it had pre- viously been sifted and declared wheat, by an audience outside of his dominion. In fact courage was denied him, and he was and is still, — always for the safe side. But on the other hand, those unknown artist-watchers of the skies were in the THE REDWOOD position of the astronomer alone on his tower; not an eye to see but his own. . . . Ho! for an eye, or an ear — and for an outlet through which the world cou ' id be made beneficiary of this artistic impulse, this vision of beauty of the day! That wish had long held sweet private sessions in Henry Har- land ' s thoughts. He was himself a leader, he was himself a watcher of the skies — and he dreamed of a suitable Magazine vN-hence the fine work might be seen and be appreciated. One foggy New Year ' s afternoon a little luncheon party had gathered at the Harlands ' . It numbered among its guests Mr. Aubrey Beardsk;y, destined soon to become " the modern Hogarth, " but, at that time a man almost unknown. The talk fell of course upon the idea uppermost in Harland ' s mind: The founding of a new English Quarterly, where Letters, where Black and White Art might enter into their own. Aubrey Beardsley was a lad of twenty then — a poet in his work. He had the sense of design and of beautiful line to the ends of his fingers. He died, alas, at the age of twenty-four. But he died a Catholic and he lived to found a school of Black and White Art. He laughed at vice, he hated it, and like Hogarth, exposed it; maliciously, with his tongue in his cheek. But his malice was the malice of genius; bis wit found expression in the persiflage of hidden vices, in line, and in the color hidden in the juxtaposition of Black and White. Aubrey Beardsley ' s art has found many imitators but no one has ever yet approached him either in creative quality or in the beauty and fineness and wit of his execution. But to return to the incipient Quarterly. Young Beardsley responded with gusto to Harland ' s suggestions. ' ' Quand on est jeune o?i va vite en besogne, " says the French proverb, and not a moment was lost. There and then, both artists plunged into the practical consideration of detail incident to the proposed publi- cation. Books from the study, brought into the gay pink drawing-room with its Persian carpets, its pictures and its old furniture, were called in consultation; new or rare editions were studied, were discarded, — for a hint, for a suggestion. As a mere piece of bookmaking the Quarterly must be on a par, too, with the quality, the artistic virtue of its pages. What title should one give to so great, so splendid a venture? A daring, fetching title! A title that should, laughing, win in the fight against oppos- ing forces; those solemn forces, those principalities and powers of suspicious dullness, in a blinking world. The frolic of the hour inspired Beardsley, who proposed: The Yellow Book. This title, its appositeness and humour, struck all the young contingent and it was decided to cling to it until a better one was found. But the next business, less easy, was to get a Publisher. Yet to his honor be it declared, Mr. John L,ane had the wisdom and enterprise to see his oppor- tunity, which a few days later came to him in the plan for the New Quarterly. THE REDWOOD He was able also to enjoy the f uu of the title. Three months later, in April, 1894, the first volume of The Yellow Book made its appearance with Henry Harland as its Literary Editor, with Aubrey Beardsley as the Editor of its Black and White work. The Yellow Book ' s success was quite un- precedented; it was too, quite unforseen. The laughing quarterly, its lance raised became the fashion in fastidious London, became 2. furore. No one, old or young, no one v ith the slightest claim to artis- tic achievement, but chose to make his bow in its pages with the very best he had to offer. One should look down the list of The Yellow Book ' s contributors during the three years of its existence; one should see how old reputations were there re- vived or confirmed; and how new names sprang to notice, made fame for themselves in its pages and won there their spurs. The setting proved so dis- tinguished a one that the attention giv- en to the work because of its setting was tremendous. To be brief, Henry Harland, Aubrey Beardsley, became (to their surprise,) the very lions of the hour, while their Quarterly was to be found on every smart drawing-room table in London. Yet to the credit of both men and though each man did enjoy, hugely, his success and the success of the darling adventure, each was too thorough an artist to be drawn far from work which was his justification for being. Thus, The Yellow Book continued to be the vogue when, in January 1897, in conse- quence of the Literary Editor ' s failing health the publication cea ' -ed, having gallantly served its purpose and the needs of its day. The following incomplete list of a small portion of the literary contributors to The Yellow Book, may be of interest to those who care about such things. It is a remarkable list for any Magazine, particularly a short lived one. " The Yellow Dwarf, ' ' who was Henry Harland in disguise, showing his teeth, mocking, ironic, to the foes of fine art in letters; Kenneth Grahame, William Watson, Mrs. Meynell, Cunningham Graham, John Davidson, Ella D ' Arcy, The Honourable Maurice Baring, Fran- cis Thompson, Sir Frank Swettenham, Henry Harland, Edmund Gosse, Henry James, Max Beerbohm, R. de Coutans, Henry E. Nevinson, " John Oliver Robbes " , Dauphin Meunier,Hammerton, Anatole France, George Moore, Mrs. Dearmer, Oswald Sickert, Evelyn Sharp, Arthur Symonds, Money Coutts, Mrs. Montague Crackanthorpe, Leila Mac- donald, E.Nesbit, Richard Le Galiienne, Stanley Makower, Arthur Waugh, Hubert Crackanthorpe, Mrs. Murray Hickson, Mrs. Clifford, E- Arnold Ben- nett, Nora Hopper, E. Saintsbury, etc., etc. The Black and White Artists were: Aubrey Beardsley, Stetr, Guthrie, Wal- ter Sickert, Paten Willson, Charles Con- der, Alfred Thornton, Anning Bell, Ethel Reed, the Glasgow School of Black and White men, Lavery, Joseph Pen- nell, etc., etc. THE REDWOOD IV The Yellow Book ' s brilliant and neces- sary career came to an end in 1897, and in the Spring of 1898 Mr. John Lane published The Cardinal ' s Sfiuff Box. This most gay and exquisite of Ro- mances, was written through a mon- strous dark and dour and sour London winter, a malignant one of the sort we are all sadly familiar with. Wh en the last proof sheets were passed Henry Harland fell grievously ill. Several months later, during his convalescence, he went to renew his health in Italy, if this were possible; and he did mend it there, thanks to an entire summer spent among the Italian Lakes. But a little before the inception of The CardinaVs Snuff Box, both Mr. and Mrs. Harland had been received into the Catholic Church. One had rather not try even, to narrate the facts which preceded this fortunate event; except to say that Henry Harland had, in spirit, been of the True Faith for many years. He was what is called ' ' an intellectually convinced Catholic " . He had the metaphysical mind. Their in- struction by the Reverend Father Charnley, S. J., did not draw out points of argument or of difEculty on Henry Harland ' s side, because, evidently, he was already enlightened and convinced regarding the Dogma of Holy Mother Church. The Lady Paramou?it followed The CardinaVs Snuff Box towards the Spring of 1902. The novel was begun in London; but a good portion of The Lady Paramount was written at beauti- ful suggestive Versailles and in Paris. Its author had long been acknowledged a master of the form fiction and a Styl- ist; yet he managed in this book to, somehow, bis reputation. The style of The Lady Paramount is, it has been often declared, simply inimitable. The grace, buoyancy, mirth, irresponsi- bility, wit with which its pages teem, — and they do lightly play upon eternal verities, — make it distinctly Henry Harland ' s chef d ' oeuvre. This novel i.s creative, it belongs to a high order of creative work; and if John Oliver Hobbes, in her review of it, likens it to a Shakespearean Comedy, we should prefer simply to state that it is Harland ' s art at its highest ebullition of genius; the book is quite unique, unparalleled in English prose. My Friend I rospero ran through McClure ' s Magazine in 1903 and the volume was published in the Spring of 1904. American readers may be inter- ested to know that the finishing touches were put to the last half of Prospero iu New England; at that same vSentry Hill, his family home, which Harland and his wife re-visited after eighteen years of absence And My Friend Prospero was not the only thing of beauty which sprang from the visit, for Henry Harland and his wife took a very great delight in superintending improvements upon their picturesque old place. The ancient stone terraces were reset; the lawns rolled and trimmed, the grounds extended, the gardens enlarged. They left it, beauti- fied and improved and scarcelj ' recog- nizable; it stands now, as gracious and THE REDWOOD as dignified a memorial of his presence, his passage there, as can well be wished for even in that very lovely part of New England. But to get back to Prospero. The scene is Italy again; Italy, her gifts and her enchantments too boundless not to be untiringly rehearsed, and My Friend Prospero, with its heady aroma of Italy, its paradisaical vistas, its Italian pros- pects, introduces Lady Blanchmain, Prospero, Annunziata, Maria Dolores. These people, — acquaintances of a type far too individual and too inspiriting to be lightly made or forsaken, one has no wish or intention of bidding good-bye to when the last pages are reached They linger beside one — or one goes to find them; like distinguished and sug- gestive friends, they endure, they stimu- late for a lifetime. Those who have read and re-read Henry Harland may perceive that he has delivered his message, neither a solemn nor a severe one. He gave it joyously, as would a herald of good tidings; and with a tender sort of yearn- ing; for that loving grateful heart of his needed to pour a little of its own superabundant vision, of its own over- flowing love and burden of knowledge into every other man ' s mind and heart. He who runs may read it: Harland dreamt of marriage " As a High Romance, the highest — if one can be faithful unto death. " Yet he knew that the Sacra- ment of Marriage, like those other Sac- raments instituted by Jesus Christ, shall reach perfection, to flower in Paradise as the joy of angels, only through the grace of those Sacraments offered by our Holy Mother Church, built upon a Rock. V Then last of all came The Royal End. It is Henry Harland ' s pen and it chants the same paean of Italy. The same virile, luminous and distinguished mind, so sane, so joyous, disports itself, and, faceted, diamond-like, reflects the bea- tific vision of truth. It is indeed as though Henry Harland were reviewing life and showing it to us, from an alti- tude, from a City built upon a Hill. He presents its proportions with a new, an infinite smiling charity, and an in- dulgence for life ' s adorable follies, child- ish presumptions, self-complaisances, frailties. But ah! " Sweet though the weather was, fair though the valley " , — and Venice and Florence were so fair to consider and to linger in! The Royal End was Henry Harland ' s last work. He had written this novel iu a vein somewhat difi erent, a more philosophically romantic vein, one may say, than its predecesssors. One feels it, one becomes aware of it at every step, the " higher still — and higher — " vision, the ethereal presentment; his rare and dehcate sense of humour hov- ers over all like the gayety of nations, — amused at what it sees and depicts, and loves. But he did not live to quite terminate the ItaUan Episode of The Royal End. Three years after, it was Henry Harland ' s wife who terminated The Royal End. The American episode is THE REDWOOD authentic — it follows the notes left by Henry Harland. The title of the boo , which he chose himself when the novel was well under way, had caused hira some forebodings, — he was very ill. But when he had decided to retain it: ' ' Love, ' ' ' he sa d. ' ' is the Royal End. And since I keep the title, that shall he the last line of the book. " His wife remembered, and carrying on his intention, concluded with this phrase, which really conveys the consummation, the climax of his Romance. VI Henry Harland ' s life, which was en- riched by a buoyant sense of humour, was a life of sacrifice to his work. " Dread disease hovering forever in the wall paper, ready to pounce upon one ' s lungs! " he laughed. " One has, per- force, to forego half the jolly things of this exceedingly jolly world. " And so, although life interested and charmed him at every turn of the road; and, be- cause he was a slow and an immensely painstaking worker, Harland had schooled himself to take his work, in- stead of life, in the spirit of sport, of adventure. He cultivated deliberately, ' ' et cela se voif " the light touch " . " I learned in sorrow what I teach in jest " , was a frequent remark of his. When Harland appeared in his drawing-room, late of a Winter afternoon on a dark London day, the escape from labour to irresponsible mirth found the most mad- cap expression. " He is certainly the happiest soul alive, " his friends said. He was, to a degree, — for he forgot quickly in the stimulus of comradeship, the extent of his physical pain and exhaustion. Condemned to speedy extinction, fourteen years before the fact; " how long, " he asked of the doctors, " may I expect, by a change of climate, to live on? " " Two years, " came the laconic answer. " Then I ' ll stick to my last here, " said Harland; and he turned his heel upon doctors for fourteen years. " Here " , was London, where he remained and did the bulk of his work; though the winters and early Spring were, later, passed in France or in Italy. " The sense of humour, the sense of romance, the sense of beauty. Take the three together and you have the Divin- ity, " said he in The Lady Paramount. Yes, Harland, and you possessed the sense of all three, supremely. One of the roost brilliant and paradox- ical talkers, — Henry Harland, chival- rously tender-hearted, almost too gener- ous, generous to a fault, — loved nothing so well as being utterly and childishly foolish. Once only in a blue moon could he, though, find a mate, a play- fellow, who would bear him out, keep him company in folly. " Why, oh why, do you all think it necessary to be consistent and porten- tous and grown-up? " he would inquire of his friends in plaintive key, while he sat, cross-legged like the bearded Turk, upon the floor. " Come, " he coaxed, while he hopped along the floor upon his hands. " Come, do come and be a kid along o ' me! " But oh, the grief, the grief of that last year! Unable to put his hand to his 10 THE REDWOOD unfinished book, Henry Harland looked into the world; to testify of the truth. " continually for a turn in the disease His death took place at San Remo on which would permit him to: " Sit up December 20th, 1905, at the age of forty- and work, sit down and slogg. " four. His body lies beside his people, " I have been lazy too long. Oh, but in consecrated ground. It lies in shall I ever know again the joy of the peaceful, elm-avenued cemetery at writing beautiful words, of chiselling, — " Norwich, Connecticut, and a Roman be made a sweeping, tender gesture of Cross marks the spot. And the cross is the hand, like a sculptor modelling his within sight of his old home, clay, — " of chiselling beautiful phrases? " " For this was I born, for this came I THE DREAMUR G. Gl,ASTONBURY. Time plucked for me a single golden flower That God had planted in Eternity. " See, " said he smiling, " I give it thee To do with as thou wilt, this priceless hour. " Musing upon it, " Shall I purchase power With this— or fame? " I thought, " or shall it be To duty given— or deathless charity? Or can love lure it from me? " Like a shower Of autumn leaves by vagrant breezes blown My thoughts flashed on me,— ah, too fair to choose Among them; i must think, and dream, and muse. " It must be some great deed to make me known. This plan, or this; no, that; or shall I use— " " Nay, cease to plan, " said Time, " thine hour has flown. M. T. Dooling, Jr. S. F. Bulletin. THE REDWOOD n TO CHATA A frail green tree grew lonely by the way On some far mount where winds blew all the day; From morn till night it wrestled with the storm That sought its tender beauty to deform. It found no peace, save in the quiet night When all the dying winds, as if contrite Gave place to gentle zephyrs and lent rest,— For peace unbroken w as its one request. So thus remained the tree for many years — Repose it only found in the dewy tears Of some dark pulsing night, who gave it sleep Upon its breast, and there it ceased to weep. At last some providential wind did blow A little seed and planted it below What cooling shade the tender tree could give That it might grow and with it ever live. The seed, as God commanded, grew and grew And twined about the tree, as friend most true. Its dew-stained tendrils, till at last The tree embraced, felt not the impetuous blast. Thus they remained together till one day Some maddened wind that happ ' ed along that way, Tore from the little tree its only friend And there, alone, it struggled to the end. 12 THE REDWOOD The lonely tree once more fought all the day With the inclement winds—but soon the fray Came to an end,— the tender little tree. Was torn from out its feed with savage glee. Thus as the tree I spent a many day In fighting off this world, that wotald Y aylay My aching heart and drown it in the wave Of this vain life that seeketh to deprave. From year to year I fought my weary ■way Hoping to reach that land, where I ' ve heard say Eternal rest and quietude abide, Where I shall be forever by His side. So too, as did that frail and tender plant I found some rest when midnight zephyrs chant To Him that ruleth over all that sleep, To Him and Her who think of those who weep. He saw my prayer reflected in my tears And in my heart he read that many years I ' d sought this world in vain for some true friend Whose love for me would last unto the end. Behold! my dear, He sendeth you to me. Behold! the sinner ' s Comfort has heard my plea, For now my heart abides within your breast- But woe is me! for there ' twiil never rest. THE REDWOOD i3 Alike the winds that killed the tender plant, That thought that ' s in your mind predominant Will snatch you from me, as was the twining vine Torn from the tree, and you no more ' ll be mine. You long for light, for glory and for fame, And oft your words ambition will inflame Within my breast— but no!— I have to stay The same thr ough life ' s unhappy, weary day. Life, like the winds that left the tree alone, Impetuously will drag you from the throne That you have held while ruling o ' er my heart, . . . But after all— " the best of friends must part. " My Chata, list! I do not blame you, dear. For one like me who is below your sphere In all, can hope for naught— but that you may Remember me when you to Mary pray. Roberto Flood. 14 THE REDWOOD ALFRED WESTON ALFRED WESTON, a youth of three and twent}% sat in his draw- ing room, with his elbows on the table and his head resting heavily on his hands. He had been sadly pon- dering, for the past hour, how he was to break the dreadful news to his sick mother that his sister had perished with many others in a storm, while crossing the Atlantic on her way horae from a lour of Europe. He had kept the truth away trom his mother for many days, but the time had come when the daugh- ter was expected to return and soon the facts must come out for themselves. He was ia despair as to what course to adopt, but finally be decided to put off telling her for at least two days more. By that time she might be stronger. Mrs. Weston, a lady well ndvanced in years, had been quite ill for some time, although not dangerously so; but sud- denly on the day after Alfred had made his decision, her malady took a serious turn. Her fever rose to such a degree that at times she became delirious. To tell her now what had happened, was out of the question. Each day she sank lower and lower, and finally Alfred came to her room one morning to find she had completely lost the of her eyes. It was only when this happened that she began to think more insistently about her daughter. " Why doesn ' t Marion come? " she would moan, and then motion Alfred to her side and talk to him of the girl. " She is such a good girl, " she would continue. " Did you ever know any that was better, Al? " And each time he would have to ad- rait that he never had. The fact was that he had by no means been a model young man, and most of — in fact all of his lady friends were in an entirely dif- ferent class from his sister. He began to ponder more and more on the past few years of his life, and when one day he received an invitation from one of the girls to a dinner party, he swore he would not have another thing to do with any of them, and that henceforth his life would be blameless aud straight. The next day when the doctor came from the sick-room his face was very sober and even sad. " I ' m sorry, my boy, " he said to Alfred. " But there is absolutely no hope. She may possibly live two days more, — no longer. She is calling for your sister and is greatly distressed because she is not here. Do what you can, my boy, to make these two days of her life as light as possible. Make some excuse about the girl. It ' s a sad case. " " But I have made every possible ex- cuse already, doctor, and it does no good. What she wants is my sister, she wants to tell her something. What good are excuses? They will not satis- fy her. " " I ' ve g ' jt an idea, " replied the doctor. " Get someone to take the place of your sister. Remember your mother is THE REDWOOD 15 blind and very weak; perhaps she would not notice the difference in voice. Try it anyway, it may brighten her last few hours. " Alfred left the house a few minutes after the doctor. He was trying to de- cide whom to get, and wondering which one of his friends would be willing to help him. Finally he decided to ask Evelyn Glass, the one who had sent him the invitation to the dinner party. However, it was with doubt in his mind that he slowly went up the steps to the house and pressed the bell. " Why, hello, Al! " Evelyn cried in surprise, as she opetied the door. " What brings you here now? I thought you had surely thrown me down when you didn ' t answer my invitation. Come into the parlor here and explain yourself! " They stepped into the room and sat down. " Evelyn, " Albert said, " that night when I received that invitation, uiy mother lay groaning on a sick-bed. Be- sides, I knew you had heard of my sis- ter ' s death, and right then and there I swore I would have nothing more to do with you or any of the others. " " But alas, " she taunted, " you found the temptation too strong, and have come back to ask me to forgive you. Why, of course I will, Al. " " I have come back, " he replied, ' " that is true, but not because I was tempted. I come to ask you a favor. — I want you to help my mother, who is dying — " " Help your mother! " she interrupted. " Why, how can I help her? You have lots of money and can get a nurse, if that ' s what you want. " " Just a minute, " he continued. " As I said, she is dying. She does not know of my sister ' s death, and I don ' t want her to know; it would only make the few hours of life that are left to her miserable. But the trouble is she is crying for Marion; she wants to tell her something and cannot die in peace un- til she has done so. Now I want you to pose as my sister. " " Oh! but Al, she can easily see that I am not her daughter. " " I forgot to tell you, " he explained, " that she is blind, and very weak. It will be worth the chance if she can die happy. Now this is most likely the last favor I shall ever ask of you, as I intend to keep my resolution. I have nothing against you, and I hope we can part as friends. Will you grant me this last favor? " " Albert, " she answered, " I didn ' t be- lieve there could be such a change in you. Really, I ' m awfully sorry that I spoke to you the way I did a minute ago, and I think I had better ask you to forgive me for sending that invitation. Now if you will tell me just what you wish me to do, I will do all in my power to help you. " A day had passed and Mrs. Weston still lived, but she was no longer moan- ing and restless. By her bedside stood a girl ready to fulfill her every desire, and by the window sat Alfred. She had grown very weak, however, and 16 THE REDWOOD the others knew that her hour Vi ' as close at hand. Finally she called the girl to her side. " Marion, " she said, " I can die happy with Alfred and you by my side, but before I go I wish you to promise me that you will continue to be as good as you have always been. Do not go wrong as so many other girls have done when they have been left motherless in the world. I want you to promise me that you will do as Albert says; that you will go to him in your troubles and let him help you. — Come, my son, promise me that you will take her safely over the rough places in life. " Alfred came over and stood by the bed and the mother joined their two hands as they both promised what she asked. A year had passed since his mother ' s death and again Alfred Weston climbs the steps of Evelyn ' s house. He had been away in Europe and had just that morning returned. The door was opened, this time, by a servant, so he sent up his card. He did not have to wait long before Evelyn, like a beam of sunshine entered the room. " Why Al! " she exclaimed. " I ' m awfully glad to see you. Really, you ' re looking fine after your trip. " " I just dropped in, Evelyn, to thank you for that favor you granted me. I have thanked you by letter but I felt bound to see you personally about it. If there is ever anything I can do for you I am at your service. " " Well, " she answered, " I wish I could have called on you a little sooner. I had an awful time keeping on the straight and narrow path after you left. That promise I made at your mother ' s bedside has not been broken although I didn ' t have my big brother ' s help. " " I ' m glad to hear you have done so well without me, " he said. " But don ' t you think I could make things easier? Tell me Evelyn, won ' t you want me to help you over the rough places in life? " W. C. Talbot. THE REDWOOD 17 TWO DEFECTS IN OUR UNIVERSITIES IT is generally conceded that we have made mistakes in regard to elemen- tary and high schools. But these, though important, are by no means so dangerous as those involved in Univer- sity education. Thought seeps down from the learned precincts of the college to the workshop and the toiler; and the nation becomes the replica in the con- crete of the principles of its teachers. When, however, as happens at times, expostulations are made that the teach- ing of this or that professor is harmful to the, best interests of his hearers a great cry is raised and the liberty of science, that is of University professors, is proclaimed from every side. It might be going too far to affirm that an attack is never made on the legitimate freedom of science. In fact, the treatment of the great Kepler when he taught the Copernican theory in the University of Tiibingen is enough to prove that University men themselves may set undue bounds to, and even, persecute sci ?nce. Yet, the common rank of the people is not always at fault, and, as a rule, when a clamor is raised against Universities it is because of their defects. The chief of these are the violation of sciettce itself on the part of the University and the violation of justice. Eliminate these two defects and complaints will cease. In other words a University has very nearly, if not quite realized its end when it is thoroughly scientific and thoroughly just. L,et us consider these two points more in detail. It might seem a truism to say that a University should be scientific. Is it not the home, the exponent, the propa- gator and defender of science? Yet we need but look around us to see that the scientific spirit is not inseparable from the scientist. If, for example, there is any point more axiomatic than another in science, it is that study alo7te entitles a ma)i to speak authoritatively on questions ofsciejice. Ex-President Eliot of Harvard is the author of a new creed, and only the other day a well known University professor, speaking in a California Uni- versity, though no specialist in religion or theology, laid down the theory of faith and morals as conceived by himself with all the cool assurance and dogmatic positiveness with which the physicist would formulate the law of gravitation as applied to falling bodies. Is this scientific? or has not a University itself to blame if one example of such conduct in practice stultifies many hours of lec- ture on scientific methods? Again, every scientist will concede that hypothesis is not scientific certain- ty. Hypothesis is the condition and often the fruitful sourse of scientific progress in matters not as yet scientifi- cally certain, but science it is not, and in so far as a science relies on hypothe- ses, it is not science but more or less clever conjecture. Yet strange to say the cultivation of a specialty can so 18 THE REDWOOD narrow men ' s minds that they take as pure science the whole complexus of fact and hypotheses, making change an essential attribute of all true science and denying that, that which is not made up of hypothesis is science at all. Professor Prichett said recently at the University of California that theology, the science of religion, in most cases has stood still, and that therefore it has not been a true science. Is this reason- ing scientific? There is then a danger latent in the fact that the scientific spirit may be laid aside even unconsciously by those who make the loudest profes- sion of it. Again science from the days of ancient Greece until our own has warned men not to draw positive conclusions from negative premises. It is true that no amount of dissection has ever discovered a soul in a dead man ' s body, but it is deplorable logic to deduce from this that man possesses no soul. It is true that chemistry does not prove that there is a God, but the chemist who professed atheism on this account was assuredly not scientific. The University of to-day is therefore in danger of the unscientific spirit which it professes to detest; and would realize its sublime end, it must ever be on the alert against this assidu- ous foe of progress which is the more insidious because not infrequently its lurking place is in the public and pri- vate utterances of men of science. The second essential that a Universi- ty be true to its natural scope and end is that its methods be characterized by justice. It lies at the very root oi jus- tice that no institution usurp powers never conferred on it, and it is equally elementary that no power can be con- ferred beyond the original powers and intention of the one conferring it. Now the powers conferred on an educational institution depending fully on the State are essentially non-political, and the State, which is made up of all political parties, cannot without injustice, con- vert universities into seminaries of partisan politics. Yet, as a fact, is this justice practiced? For examples to the contrary we need not go to France where the most lucra- tive professorships are frequently re- served for supporters of the existing government, nor need we go to Germany where the Prussian system habitually sends to non-Prussian German universi- ties professors who are in sympathy with the politics of the Hoheuzollerns. Here in America itself not a few uni- versities professorships are granted as political plums to the henchmen of the dominant faction, or are distributed by university presidents to a coterie of favorites whose political color is their own. Methods so flagrantly in opposi- tion to justice as these, are not the less insidious because they aie employed with urbanity and not with the bludg- eon. Aud political absolutism may be easily present in a nation that would never dream of cringing to a Czar. But there is another subject in which justice may be violated even more patently. I speak of that which is higher and nobler and of weightiest THE REDWOOD 19 import — man ' s relation to his Creator and God. Unlike the French universities, no American college supported by the people dares openly espouse the cause of one rather than another of the religions guaranteed full liberty and protection by the constitution and practiced by the free citizens of the na- tion. The intrusion of religion by a professor in a State Univerity on those, who with reason go elsewhere for their creed, is as unprofessional as it is lack- ing in taste. No university man will question this truth, but how does practice agree with principle? The only attempted answer to certain v.?ell known articles printed last year on the anti-Christiau spirit of our universities is that the new religion, though opposed to traditional Christani- ty is not anti-Christian. But it is as much a violation of religious neutrality to preach the falsity of all existing Christian religions as to preach one of them rather than another. Indeed it is far more unjust to do so by reason of the greater number whose rights are vio- lated. We care not then how loudly such universities profess Christianity in their own arbitrary sense. If in them the Christian Revelation and the Divinity of Christ are openly denied, they are fla- grantly in opposition to the neutrality which justice imposes on them. When then,to take a somewhat recent illustra- tion, Professor Henry Smith Prichett speakinglast March 23,atthe Charter Day exercises of the University of California boldly asserted that science has corrected the errors of the past twenty centuries of Christianity and revealed the true Christ to men and that " for nearly 2000 years his face and his words have been obscured by human credulity and rival organizations " — and that science has taught us that " the real Christ formu- lated no creed, founded no theology, and organized no church " , he evidently went out of his way to violate the religious principles and rights of the great majority of the people of Califor- nia; nor does the speaker better the sit- uation when he adds " that the faith growing up in these Universities is in the best and deepest sense a Christian faith. ' ' For leaving aside the jugglery of words which permits a man to call that a Christian religion, which is a denial of all that Christianity has taught of the nature and works of Christ for 2000 years, and supposing that it is really a Christian faith, it is not the less sectarian and therefore its intrusion into our vState Universities is not the less im- moral and unjust. The need of the ideal university flows logically from this. If, according to their warmest advocates our State Uni- versities are the homes of sectarianism, it is clear that they violate justice and are a most insidious source of danger to students of every historical Christian faith, and that men of whatsoever religion who prize faith above mere material goods and the spirit above the body must recognize that more than ever before the time calls for sterling Christian Universities at whatever sacri- 20 THE REDWOOD fice, and that public weal and private morality will be in peril until the abuse of science and justice in neutral universi- ties be stamped out and great seats of learning, which may build up rehgion positively, are raised up through the length and breadth of the land. Byington L. Ford. TO M. Of sweetest mould a forehead pure, And golden tresses shining curled About two cheeks of rosy hue And curving lips of carmine grace. Her eyes of sapphire blue are set ' Neath arching brows of golden light, And from their depths come rays of warmth That tell of friendship clear and true. R. Y. THE REDWOOD 21 INEZ (A TAI,E OF MONTEREY IN 1846) THE sun arose, a bright golden orb in the early morning mists. It brought with it the hills, great rounded mounds of tawn, dotted here and there with stray scrub oaks, and clumps of manzanita. Then from out of the clumps arose a slim, wavy, blue column of smoke, scarcely perceptible in the dawning mists, as it mingled its fumes with theirs. Over the fire from which the smoke came, bent a huddled figure. As the light increased, the figure, too, increas- ed in its distinctness. A sombrero took form upon its head; a Mexican cloak appeared upon its shoulders, and a little fringe of silver tassels ran around the edge of the Poncho. Underneath the sombrero came a face, a swarthy face, with deeply furrowed frowns, and firm lips, from out of which pufi s of a little cigarette, drifted into the smoke. This was Gomez, Arnoldo Gomez horse thief and outlaw. From the snowy peaks of the Shasta to the whitened tops of the Sierra Madre, and the torrid plains of Yuma he was known; and at every mention of his name, deep imprecations would roll from out the mouths of cattlemen and miners, for he had robbed more sluices and stolen more cattle than any man north of the Rio Grande. But Gomez, this early morning was content. Had he not just returned from the Mexican boundary, over which he had rustled some eighteen head of fine horses? And had he not five hundred Mexican dollars in his money belt, from the sale thereof? Surely, times y ere good when a man of such a free booting nature could drive eighteen head of cattle one hundred miles and not have to run, for fear of a tree, a long drop and a short rope. And so now he was happy, happier, probably, than he had ever been before. For with the money in his belt, he would ride to Monterey, — and there, ah, there lived all he had labored and fought and freebooted for — Inez, the darling of his heart, the apple of his eye, — sweet, dashing and alluring Inez — Inez Pacheco, the daughter of Juan Pacheco, the old blind man who would sit in the sunbaked plaza warming him- self, and gossiping until la hora de siesta when he v ould hobble off to his adobe for his glass and his nap. But as Gomez dreamed, he realized that he must beware, that he must be careful, for there also lived Ignacio Foutura, son of the Alcalde, and a sharp and vigilant officer of the law. And he, too, loved Inez! But she, may the saints bless her! — loved a man of adventure; — and who could outstrip Gomez in adventure? None, no none in all the vast land of Alta California. And so he thought on until he had finished his meal, and then saddling his pony, he mounted and started on- 22 THE REDWOOD ward to Monterey which lay many leagues to the northward, beyond the misty Gabilan mountains, whose rugged tops showed hazily in the clouded dis- tance. It was a bright sunshiny day, a typi- cal California day, warm and balmy, yet not hot, for the cool sea breeze which blew off the heaving, glinting bay tempered the air and made the good citizens of Monterey thank the saints that they lived in a laud that had such a beautiful climate. But there was something about the little town that disturbed its usual at- mosphere of balmy dreaminess. It was not the advent of the new commandant of the Presidio, neither was it the sailors of the " gringo " man-of-war. If the conversation of the little knots and groups of citizens could be taken as any sign, the excitement was certainly con- nected with the coming fiesta. Ah! yes, the fiesta. From all the region around the guests would come; from the plains of the Salinas, from the mission San Juan, from the fair Santa Clara Valley and even from the great and stretching San- Joaquin, where roamed the deer and the antelope. Yes, all would flock to Monterey, and there amidst great rejoicings, the Castros, and Alvisos and Cheboyas, and Picos, great Lords of the land, rich in many rolling acres, and countless head of cattle, would make merry to the sound of the guitar and the clink of the castinet. But there was one more than all others, who looked forward to the fiesta with great rapture; in fact the very word " fiesta " would set her little tongue a-going until her father would say, not unkindly: " Hush, child, hush, Inez. True, the fandango is coming but not for us. The saints have wished other- wise and you are poor and have no vestido de baile, and therefore you can not go. I am deeply sorry, child of mine, but there will be many fine ladies and gentlemen, and you would be poor- ly clad and out of place—- but, ah! child, what is the use of wasting words? It is out of the question. " And thus it was Inez could not go. Why? was she not as beautiful as any of the ladies of fair Monterey? Yes, she was more so — at least half the men of the town had told her so, and nearly that number had asked her hand. Thus she thought on, as she wended her way to market, but as she was passing the thick-walled adobe ' ' carceP ' she was attracted by a knot of men reading a newly posted sign on the newly made bulletin board by the new- ly appointed " gringo " sherifif. It ran: Whereas, Arnoldo Gomez, the outlaw and murderer, is known to be in the vicinity, I am authorized by the Gov- ernor to give a reward of $500 (Ameri- can) for his body, to be either dead or alive. signed, Jonas Burket, Sheriff. Inez read it; then, thinking slowly, read it again, and then went her way, murmuring slowly but with a frown, quien sabe? Who knows? I may. Yes, I may — I may — I may. " THE REDWOOD 23 But for the rest of the day and for several daj ' S to come the sign remained in her thoughts. Why! for one-half of five hundred dollars she could have a dress that would outmatch any at the ball, and mayhap, a necklace, also. Yes, by all the saints, she would The day was coming to a close, the sun was setting, and the last bright rays lit up the blue heaving waters of the bay and speckled them with little dashes of gold and red. From out of one of the deep passes of El Gabilan rode Arnoldo Gomez. On the beach in front lay Monterey, and there in that small adobe on the slope lived Inez; — and he would meet her at the edge of the wood, at the trysting place. And then they would meet and they would mount the pony and ride to El Mission San Juan, where the good Padre Romano would tie the nuptial knot, and they would then go to Old Mexico and he would lead a new life and live as a man should. Thus thought Gomez as he dis- mounted from his horse and, tying, it to a bush, made for the three tall pines, — the trysting place. He reached them. A whistle, and he was answered by the soft coo of a dove. Yes, she was there and he would meet her and — But suddenly a form appeared, a flash lit up the darkness, a gun shot rattled through the bills, and Gomez dropped. The form approached, and slowly and cautiously turning over the corpse which had fallen on its face, the sheriff murmured: " Dead or alive " and then turning to a feminine figure behind him, he said queerly, " ' Inez, you get the re- zvard. " Rodney A. Yoeli,. 24 THE REDWOOD Tiii: wAir M m E vv alks along his way, His weary feet Obey the urging of his appetite— He trudges on from morn to night In winter ' s biting frost And summer ' s heat. Though troubles come to him, It matters not. To-morrow brings its own,— Hve for today And let the boding future have its sway: With this, his law, the waif Accepts his lot. When weary from his walk He needs but find A shady nook where babbling brooklets run, Or where the spreading elms shield the sun. He rests till sleep comes o ' er His thoughtless mind. Beside the rippling brook He lies and dreams: He is a noble prince in marble halls And down the glistening hall his princess calls. The sweetness of her voice As music seems. THE REDWOOD 25 And now he is a king Of lordly race And great among the very greatest men. He wakes to live in his lowly world again While wandering thoughts the phantoms Vainly chase. He walks along his way And patient waits Till death in pity puts his soul to sleep. He lies in nature ' s tomb with none to weep And wakes to be a prince In Heaven ' s gates. C. A. Degnan. 26 THE REDWOOD TURNING TABLES OUR happy familj ' consisted of five college boys, and happy indeed we were that morning, as we sat, gathered around our folding table, eat- ing pork and beans, sluiced down with hot cofifee. And indeed, we had much reason to be in good spirits. The day before, our larder had been very, very empty, and among thecrowd of us there was but a trifle of money. Last evening, however, we had some of the Yosemite Valley soldiers at our camp, and after we had settled ourselves around the camp-fire, — a nightly occur- rence, — we sang college songs and told college tales. Then we arrived to the point of issue and made the soldiers acquainted with our plight, after which we passed around what little remaining " rattle-snake poison preventer " we had in camp. And so we had won from our guests a promise to buy food for us, at the " Canteen, " , for about one-quarter of the valley schedule prices. It was of that food we were making our break- fast that morning. The leading spirit of our party was Harry MacPherson. Harry was a short, well-built fellow with washed-out blue eyes, sandy hair and a nose that had been broken three times in foot-ball. For Mac had been quite an athlete at school; T say " had been " because he had graduated that year. The rest of us had not yet acquired our sheepskins, so we were making the most of our vacation; besides we were not altogether sure, that we should ever go out on a jolly good time again to- gether, for Harry was engaged to be married shortly, to a very fair San Franciscan. That morning, after we had finished our meal, we climbed out of the valley to the top of Yosemite Falls, and though every thing was very fine and beautiful and we had taken some dandy photo graphs, we were very tired and foot worn when we arrived back to camp VVe fixed up a meal of chipped ham pancakes and coffee. When it was over, MacPherson looked arou nd and said : " This is a dum fine country but I ' ll be dummed if I would live here. " Some one retorted, " When you are married Mac, bring your wife and make this your home. " This aroused Harry, who wasn ' t in anj too good a humor. " I ' ll brenk every bone in your body, " he shouted, though he didn ' t mean a word of it, and he got on his feet to carry out his threat, when a man of average size but passed middle age, stepped over to our dining table and remarked: " I beg your pardon, but may I ask where you obtained the table which you are now using? " This rather amused all of us a little and one fellow replied, rather uncourteously: " Beat it! while you have your health and good looks. " Another came in with: " Say pardner, you ' re in the wrong pew, retrace your steps. " THE REDWOOD 27 " But I say, " the man expostulated, " that that table is niiue, and one of you fellows took it from my camp. " At this, MacPherson jumped from the table, clenched his fists, and said: " Do you mean to say that we took a table from you? If you do, defend your- self and if yon don ' t, clear out immedi- ately. " Thinking discretion better than valor, the fellow left, and we all laughed heart- ily as he retreated; still, we were some- what angry that anyone should accuse us of a theft, and such a theft — the making away with a table worth — well, not over a dollar, anyvv ' ay. We soon got over our ill-feeling, and after tid ying up our camp a bit, some one proposed a swim, so we all donned bathing suits and jumped into the Merced River, which ran right by our camp. The water was extremely cold, for after all, it was merely melted ice from one of the falls. So we came out after a little while, but much refreshed. As we commenced to dress, the Major of the military post rode up, accompan- ied by our friend, the man who had accused us of taking his table. Dis- mounting, the Major began: " I understand from this gentleman that you have in your possession a table, which very closely resembles one that he owns, but v hich disappeared almost immediately, this morning, after he arrived in the valley. Now you fellows, either prove your ownership to the property in question or return it to this gentleman and then get out of the valley. " By this time, we were entirely dressed and MacPherson got on his feet and said: " Certainly, we will prove our right to the table, Major, in this manner: one of us will address a letter to James Wright, the firm of whom we pur- chased the table, and ask of them a copy of the sale memorandum. " " But that won ' t do, " answered the Major, " by the time you will have re- ceived a reply to your letter, if you receive one at all, it will be too late for these people, who will probably by that time have seen enough of the valley and will have left it. " " Very well, " Harry replied, " we have no other means of proving it as our property, but we won ' t give it to this fellow even if the penalty be expulsion from the valley; besides, neither can this fellow prove that it is his properly. " " But I can, " the man broke in em- phatically, " by calling my wife and daughter. " " Call them, " commanded the Major, and the man went to his tent and returned, accompanied by his family. The girl looked at MacPherson and he returned the stare; then, " Harry! " the girl cried. " Marie! " he replied. They rushed to each other and the girl fell into MacPherson ' s arms. At this we all turned our faces away to admire the beauty of the Merced near by, ex- cept the father, who angrily shouted: " What ' s all this mean, Marie? " " We ' re engaged — Harry and I, dad. " The lost table was found later on lying in some brush, where it had care- lessly been thrown. Aloysius Dibpenbrock. 28 THE REDWOOD filNDS WORDS " gp " HEY ' RE little things yet priceless In making life ■v i orth while, In cheering hearts in sorrow, In causing lips to smile. They gladden drooping spirits, Dispel the gloom of night And cast along life ' s pathway True Friendship ' s holy light. They ' re words in kindness spoken To hearts the prey of fears; To souls, whose cross is galling. To eyes bedimmed with tears. They ' re messengers from Heaven Of Faith, of Hope, of Love,— Whose source and strength lie hidden In God ' s own heart above. Frank D. Warren. THE REDWOOD 29 ' 1 l e448 a0 Published Monthly, by the Students of Santa Clara College The object of the Redwood is to give proof of College Industry, to record College Doings and to knit closer togcthi the hearts of the Boys of the Present and of Hie Past. EDITORIAL STAFF executive: board William C. Talbot President Roy a. Bronson Exchanges In the Library Alumni College Notes Athletics associate editors Daniel Tadich Chris. A. Degnan Hardin N. Barry Daniel Tadich L. O ' Connor Marco S. Zarick, Jr. BUSINESS MANAGibR Roy a. Bronson assistant business manager Herbert L. Ganahl alumni correspondent Alex. T. Leonard, A. B. Address all communications to The Redwood, Santa Clara College, California Terms of subscription, $1.50 a year; single copies, 15 cents EIDITORIAL COMMENT When we returned after the happj ' days of vacation to commence studies for the present semester, we all missed the familiar iSgure aud gentle voice of our be- loved President. The pleasure which we felt in greeting our Professors and classmates was shaded with sorrow when it was learnt that Rev. Fr. Gleeson Father Gleeson had left us to assume the duties of Pastor at Santa Barbara. For the past five years Father Gleeson has been President of Santa Clara. During that time his generous self- sacrificing nature, his encouraging words, the deep interest which he took in the welfare of each student endeared him not only to the college boys, but to 30 THE REDWOOD every one that came into contact with him. To the boy away from home Father Gleeson was both father and mother; and everyone was always sure of a warm v elcorae and of words of sympathy and good advice from the kind hearted President. That Father Gleeson may be ' success- ful in his new mission and that God may shower every blessing upon him is the prayer and wish of every student in Santa Clara. Our President When we heard that Father Morris- sey was the successor of our late Presi- dent, the grief occasioned by his removal was considerably les- sened. We all, espe- cially those of us who enjoyed his lectures in in the Philosophy course last year, feel confident that it there is anyone who can fill the vacancy, that one is Father Morrissey. Our new President is no stranger to Santa Clara nor to her students. Him- self an old Santa Clara " boy " of twenty years ago, he is in perfect sympathy with the Santa Clara boy of today. Moreover, six years ago he was amongst us and filled the oflSce of Vice-President, which he did so successfully that he became a general favorite. The Redwood extends its heartiest congratulations to Rev. Father Morris- sey on the attainment of his high digni- ty and wishes him every success and happiness. one need not be an optimist to predict a very pleasant and prosperous season for Santa Clara. We can- not but be impressed by the general air of earn- estness which pervades the campus and which is displayed in every line of col- lege activity. This spirit is manifested not by the old fellows alone; it also ani- mates the many new students. The latter impress their fellow collegians very favorably. Studious and gentle- manly, they seem to realize that they have entered Santa Clara for a purpose and are resolved to accomplish it. And so it was that the words of Father Rector, in his opening address to the Student Body were received by listen- ing ears and loyal hearts. His words of kindly and earnest advice made a deep impression and will be treasured up for many a day to come. As we stepped from the Theatre Building we all felt that a thorough understanding had been established between the new Presi- dent and ourselves. We venture to pre- dict that the Santa Clara spirit of this year will be truer, purer, and more loyal even than ever before. Judging by the present indications We take great pleasure and pride in presenting our readers with the excel- lent and interesting article on the late Henry Harland, which appears in this number. The many admirers, yes, and even lovers of this exquisite literary artist will appreciate this paper the more, as it was written for The Redwood by Mrs. Henry Harland, of Henry Harland THE REDWOOD 31 London, the wife of the deceased novel- ist. Mrs. Harland is known in literature as G. Glastonbury. The Redwood is deeply grateful for this kindness on the part of one who is herself so charming a writer, and is sure that all its readers will enjoy to the utmost a glimpse into the life of so sweet and noble and ad- mirable a character as Henry Harland. At the beginning of this mouth, the President of Santa Clara formally an- nounced the opening of a Law Course, spread over four years Santa Clara School of Law and leading to the de- gree of Doctor of Law. In thus establishing a full course in Law (for the pre-legal course had been in existence for the last two years), the President was answering aflBrmatively and practically the request of many friends and alumni of Santa Clara. For they were of the opinion that as Santa Clara had been so success- ful in preparing so many of its grad- uates for prominent and important posi- tions in the State, greater success even would attend the efforts of the Faculty, if their scope for good were enlarged, and if their methods of education were ap- plied to the study of Law. We are sure the announcement of this new Law School will be a source of pleasure to all the alumni of Santa Clara, and especially to those of them who are prominent in the legal fraternity of the State. May the Santa Clara School of Law, now in its infancy, grow into what we all wish to see it, — a School second to none in the State for the talent, ability, and integrity of its graduates. William L O ' SHAUGHNiissv. 32 THE REDWOOD -f ' -ffiP - ' T: ) -- INfflBLIBRM ' j£, M j SoEESSii K-.«iJ TWELVE CENTOISIE5 OF EHQLISil PBOSE AND POETR.Y As the title immediately suggests, there is in this collection of English prose and poetry, not only a literary value but an historical one also. Twelve Centuries of English prose and poetry! We have to think twice before we can realize that our mother tongue has been on the lips of man so long. Most an- thologies or collections of literary gems, date only from Chaucer down to our own time — and he told his beautiful stories less than six centuries ago. However, in a volume of over seven hundred pages only forty pages are de- voted to the pre Chaucerian writers. The editors have done well in giving us the best of those days in a handy avail- able form. For not to speak of other advantages we may thus judge, for example Caedmon ' s influence upon Paradise L,ost, or learn the story of King Lear from the annals of Geoffrey of Monmouth. This historical and com- parative study becomes more valuable as we advance down the stream of English Literature, when we read Chaucer himself and Spencer and the early balladists, extracts from whom have been intelligently and tastefully chosen to illustrate their efforts upon the singers and writers of later cen- turies. However, what is more to the point, is the grand value that this work has from a purely literary viewpoint. Sam- ples of the best, not only in English poetry but in English prose, too, are here given to us in a convenient form. In prose, the novel, naturally on account of its length had to be neglected. Of course in compiling such a work as this, hardly two critics will agree on what author is to be passed over, or what and how much of any accepted author is to be given. We admire the taste and judgment displayed in this delicate matter. We are highly pleased THE REDWOOD 33 with the treatment v. g. of Wordsworth and Tennyson. We should have preferred to see more of Gray than is given here: something besides the Elegy and the Progress of Pcesy. We were disappointed that Newman ' s poetry was entirely omitted. His " Lead Kindly Light " and " Dream of Gerontius, " for many reasons merit a place in any such literary collection. We are glad this work has been pub- lished. It will do a wonderful amount of literary good. It will give the stu- dent a more comprehensive grasp upon the literature of a great people. The notes that are spread here and there through- out the work are invaluable. As a text book this compilation is unsurpassed; as an addition to a private library, most welcome. — Edited by Alphonso New- comer, Stanford University, and Alice i ndrevis, Cleveland High School, St. Paul. Scott, Foresman Co., Publishers. Joseph F. Demartini. 34 THE REDWOOD ' 70 Recently one of our distinguished Alumni was a victim of a painful acci- dent. Mr. C. P. Rendon, assistant District Attorney of San Joaquin County, was ac- cidently shot at his home in Stockton. The Redwood together with the Faculty and students, hopes that Mr. Rendon has by this time recovered from all pain and danger. The following clipping from the press of San Francisco shows eloquentlj ' the character of one of our old boys of the early nineties, A. H. Campbell of San Luis Obispo. " Diogenes should Meet Senator A. H. Campbell. Sacramento, September 24. — State Controller A. B. Nye received a letter to-day from Senator A. H. Campbell of San Luis Obispo inclosing $20. Camp- bell states that he was excused from attending two days of the special ses- sion of the legislature and that he will not accept pay for those two days. Controller Nye forwarded to Campbell ' 90 ' 90 at the same time he sent it to other Sen- ators, mileage and per diem for the en- tire amount opposite his name on the senate books. " We hear with pride that Mr. Clarence C. Coolidge, B. S., ' 90, A. B., ' 91, Pro- fessor in our law department and As- sistant District Attorney of San Jose, has re- ceived in the recent primary election, the Democratic nomination for Superior Judge. We wish Mr. Coolidge good luck and hope to see him occupying the bench in the Superior Court, for which his probity and unusual ability emi- nently fit him. The class of ' 91, long the largest class that ever left the portals of Santa Clara, and noted, too, for the success its mem- bers have attained in various walks of life, has lately received a unique honor in the appointment of one of its number. Rev. Jas. P. Morrisey, S. J., to the Pres- idency of vSanta Clara College. Thm Redwood congratulates the boys of ' 91 ' 91 THE REDWOOD 35 ' 98 ' 07 on this new honor and invites them to join with it in pledging a toast to one of the most popular of their number. Here ' s to Father Morrissey — Success and a long reign of prosperity! Dr. Alexander S. Keenan announces to his friends that he has gone to New York to take a special course in surgery and operative work. He expects to return and resume practice about December 15th of this year. We are glad to hear that two of the ' 07 class have completed their Law course with success at Yale. They are Daniel McKay snd Charles Byrnes. ' ' Dan " was one of our successful Redwood business managers while at College and " Charlie " was our star first baseman on the 1906 intercollegiate championship team. While journeying back to Harvard University, Anthony B. Diepenbrock, A. B., ' 08, spent a few short but pleas- ant hours on the camp- us. We were pleased to see him looking so well. Last year Anthony studied medicine at George- town University where he was most successful. Not long ago we heard from Harry McKenzie, A. B., ' 08. He tells us that he is enjoying good health and prosper- ity. Harry has resumed his studies again, having entered Hasting ' s Law School where he intends to graduate as L.L.B. " Mac. " still likes football. At ' 08 ' 09 present he represents the Olympic Club and as usual Harry is a star. The San Francisco Bulletin has the following to say of our good old friend and former Redwood editor, Maurice T. Dooling, Jr. : " While digging into the covers of Blackstone and preparing to make " pure reasoning " and " hard logic " his profession, young Mau- rice T. Dooling, Jr., son of Judge M. T. Dooling of San Benito county, is writing real poetry. It is poetry which is more than the mere sounding of pretty words strung to- gether musically; it is poetry with the true ring;poetry that has in it the prom- ise of bigger things to come. Maurice Dooling will enter the law department at Stanford this fall. At Santa Clara College, where he received the bachelor ' s degree last year, he edited the college magazine, The Red- wood, and stories written for that publication were favorably noticed by some of the large Eastern magazines. Young Dooling has just celebrated his twentieth birthday, and though his verse thus far does not equal what he may be expected to do in later years, it is sufficient to give us the hope of a California poet. " " Where are the Seniors of yester- year? " This is the que.stion that nat- urally comes to our lips as we gaze around on Campus and Hall and find our erst- while companions with us no longer. •10 36 THE REDWOOD Many and diverse are the parts they are playing on the boards of life. Ray Kearny is at Hasting ' s school of Law; Lewis Ford is at California; both have determined to revolutionize Blackstone. Charles Dooling is entered at Stanford where he majors as an electrical engi- neer. Some day in the near future we expect to see " Skimp " doing things. John Degnan and " Doc " Leonard have cast their lot with California, while Ralph Goetter has entered St. Louis University; all three are studying med- icine. William Hirst has taken up civil engineering at Stanford. William I. Barry holds a very important position with the Southern Pacific. George A. Morgan is teaching high school in Vir- ginia City. Victor Salberg and Philip E. Wilcox are still men of leisure. We have with us this year " Barney " Jarrett, last year ' s football captain, and Eugene Morris, both of whom are teaching Mathematics. Edmond Lowe is also with us as instructor in Elocution and English. Last but not least is Patrick A. McHenry, last year ' s most successful student body President. He is manag- ing the construction of a 4,000,000 bbls. oil reservoir. Daniel Tadich. THE REDWOOD 37 Once more the good folk of Santa Clara, as they pass by the College, have their ears tingle and their hearts throb with the exhilerating ' ' shouts of the new and " old students of the pio- neer institution, gathered within its walls for one more year of study; once more the proverbial silver tongued bell that hangs inconspicuously in a remote corner of the Campus peals forth, upon the rising of Phoebus, its seraphic and beloved sounds, to wake the ever wake- ful student, that he may not miss the beauties of early morning; once more the rather " timely " scholar is inspired with the alleviating words " three min- utes " and with this he accelerates his speed in donning his raiment; once more the never failing study-hall lights, beckon to the " discipulus " , as does the gas filame to flying insects, and the mul- titude, thirsting for knowledge, await the opening of the study-hall doors and rush in madly, lest by loitering upon the voyage across the campus they lose tho se golden minutes that can never be recalled; once more the passer-by of an afternoon may see the vast athletic field, overrun with innumerable sparsely clad figures in red jerseys and brown knee trousers, said habits amply venti- lated (for the physical director is a close adherent to nature) by goodly sized rents and rips which flash pinkest white skin, beautiful enough to have provoked the jealousy of Venus or Carry Nation. These Adonises incessantly give chase to a leather oval, evidently venting their feeling of " let joy be unconfined " , by applying their number twelves vehe- mently, even mercilessly to the helpless ball. Many new faces meet us upon the Campus, and many and beloved counte- nances, no more grace the College pre- cincts vi ith their ever- ready smile and kindly word. Among the most missed is Rev. Father Gleeson, our former President. He had so endeared himself to our hearts during the last five years, that the loss is almost irreparable. He was a man of the most amiable type, a man overflowing with love for those 38 THE REDWOOD entrusted to his benevolent care. Santa Barbara is indeed fortunate in having him for its Pastor. Though we had an- ticipated this change, no words are suflB- cient to do justice to our feeling of in- tense sorrow. We confidently expect that he will from time to time pay visits to those who can never forget to admire, respect and love him deeply — the stu- dents of Santa Clara. Another who has left us for other fields of labor is the Rev. J. P. Lydon, who acted as Rector for the latter part of last semester. He has gone to Gonzaga College, Spokane. Fr. Lydon held several positions of honor while here, and was conceded to have been one of the best read men for many leagues around, as well as a diciplinarian of the " primus " type. As an assiduous and devoted worker he was second to none. Others of last year ' s Faculty who are with us no longer are the Rev. John J. Hayes who has gone to Seattle, Mr. John Gearon, who will continue his theological studies at St. Louis University, and Mr. Golden Fox who will follow a similar course in Naples. We wish them all success in their new fields of labor. Rev. Father Morrissey, our new Presi- dent, is well known and beloved by all the old students, having studied here at Santa Clara in 1890- 91, previous to his en- tering the Society of Jesus. He acted as Vice President and Prefect of discipline from 1903 to 1904 and during that time endeared himself to every student. During the last scholastic year be held the chair of Rev. Fr. Morrissey Philosophy at Santa Clara, and his lec- tures were listened to with deep inter- est. The literary club of the College prides itself on having The Redwood founder and first director at the head of the institution. In virtue of this fact the College Magazine finds in Father Morrissey a most amiable man to ap- proach for all requests and at the same time a staunch and worthy admirer of its efforts. Others who are with us this year are Father Ruppert, late from Naples, who is Professor of Organic Chemistry; Fr. W. Boland, Minister of Santa Clara College; Father D. J. Kavanagh, for the last few j ears assistant pastor at Santa Barbara, who this year holds the chair of Logic and Metaphysics; Mr. Quevedo, of Gonzaza College, Spokane, an old Santa Clara boy of ten years ago. Besides these the Faculty is assisted by three Bachelors of Arts of last year ' s class, Messrs. Morris, Lowe and Jarrett, all of whom are proving themselves able and efficient teachers. Fr. Laherty who has been the coin distributor for the past three months, has so ably and munificently dispatched his auriferous duties that he will con- tinue the good work " till the till " goes broke. With the beginning of the semester a new spirit of zeal and energy has taken hold of the members of the Sanctuary Society and once more the quarters resound with sounds of cheerful comradeship. Already the old members have reorganized and elected The Sanctuary Society THE REDWOOD 39 their officials for the coming half term. The retiring officers all reported that during the past six months the work of the Society along every line had been most successful. The new officers are Mr. William I. O ' Shaughnessy, Prefect: Mr. Albert T. Newlin, Secretary; Mr. John J. Wilson, Treasurer; and Mr. Robert B. Camarillo, Censor. At the first meeting of the term the roll call showed that comparatively few of last year ' s members had failed to re- turn to College. Honorary certificates were awarded to Messrs. W. I. Barry, P. A. McHenry, R. A. Kearney and A. T. Leonard, all of the class of 1910; and also to Edward R. Boland, John C. Cos- grave and John J. Hogan. During the vacation months these last, answering the call of the Master to ascend higher, had entered the Jesuit Novitiate at Los Gatos to begin there that peaceful and secluded training which is to prepare them for the sacred ministry. At present everything promises a most prosperous semester for the Society. It now numbers twenty-three members, Mr. Daniel J. Tadich having been re- ceived at the last meeting, and all are The Rally most earnest for the progress and suc- cess of their work. The night prior to the departure of our victorious team for the Nevada wilds a colossal rally disturbed the peaceful slumber of the town and vicinity. At the sound of the bugle the " Col- legers " gathered ' round the band-stand to give ear to the eloquence of Pres- ident Heney, who addressed the surg- ing multitude in words sound and pro- phetic. After this oration the shout of " grab yo ' pards for a crawl, " set the ragging faction to polishing the maple floor of the handball alley. A few minutes of dancing and the " Collegers " again assembled to undergo the enjoyable torments of listening to " Chauncey " whose fluency in colloquial English preposse.ssed all those who were fortunate enough to be adepts in the gentle art of moulding slang. The night ' s festivities were brought to an end bj ' a few words on College spirit by Fathers Burke and White respect- ively, as well as by Coach Renwick and Captain " Rancher " Barry. L. O ' Connor. 40 THE REDWOOD With the football activities for 1910 in full swing the experts are already predicting that the Santa Clara Varsity will have a team that will be able to hold its own with any College aggrega- tion in the West. Never before in the history of Santa Clara has there been such an abun- dance of material. Of last year ' s Var- sity twelve have thus far returned to don their Rugby togs: Captain Barry, Jarrett, Gallagher, Tramutolo, Tadich. Roberts, Barnard, Barbour, Detels, Mc Cabe and Castruccio. The new material as follows, looks very promis ing: Ybarrando, Best, Guerrieri, Patten, Voight, Sims, Kant- lehner, Byraes, McDonnell, Dromiack, Irilarry, Ramage, Fowler, Kelly, Thomas, B. Hartmau, J. Hartman, Powell, O ' Shaugnessy, Warren, Mc Govern, Taylor and McCormick. All the " vets " are playing in their old time form, putting up a great game and the outlook is certainly very bright. The squad this season sports a large bunch of last year ' s men, so to the new students and aspirants for the Varsity I would say, " dig in " . Naturally all cannot attain the cher- ished goal but " try his hardest " should be each one ' s motto. Let ' s all work with one another, pull together like true Santa Clarans and let ' s make our athletic season one grand success. Through the efforts of Manager White, Harry Renwick, formerly a member of the world famous Australian team has been secured to coach the Var- sity this season. Few know the game better than Mr. Renwick, and his Aus- tralian play will certainly work wonders with this year ' s bearers of the Red and White. Santa Clara 3, Stanford FresKnien O The Varsity journeyed to Palo Alto on Wednesday Sept. 14th, and in their THE REDWOOD 41 first game of the season played the Stanford " Babies " to a standstill. Strong play marked the doings of the first half with scoring, the ball how- ever being for the most part in the " Freshies " territory. Santa Clara started with a rush in the second half scoring eight points be- fore the Freshmen had realized what had happened. On Stanford ' s 15 yard line Ybar- raado free-kicked from placement, scoring Santa Clara ' s first thee points. Shortly, Jarrett after a splendid drib- bling rush, carried the ball over for the only try of the game, Ybarrando con- verting. The " Babies " steadied down from then on but appeared overjoyed when the final whistle blew. Those fortunate to make the trip to Stanford were: — Forwards, Ganahl, Kantlehner, Barry (Capt.), Patten, Guerrieri, Tramutolo, Jarrett, Dromiack. Wing Forward — Tadich. Backs— Kelly, J. Hartman, Sim, Y- barrando, Gallagher, Barbour, Barnard. Full-back— Detels. Santa Clara 8, University of Nevada 6 For the first time in the history of College football has Santa Clara defeat- the warriors of the Sagebrush State, — and in the enemy ' s territory at that! Certainly showing some speed, fellows! When the fast Olympics, Barbs et al suffer defeat at Nevada ' s hands, some honor is surely due to Coach Renwick and his proteges for the winning game. Santa Clara .started off with a rush, kicking ball to touch on Nevada ' s five yard line after three minutes of play. Ybarrando secured the pi skin on the throw-in and bucked through Ne- vada ' s defense for the first try of the game. The angle was difficult and the trial for conversion was a failure. The ball was kept in Nevada ' s territory for the most part, the first half ending with the score standing S. C. 3, U. N. o. The bright feature of the day was a brilliant passing rush of 60 yds. by the Red and White players resulting in Kelly placing the ball between the goal-posts for Santa Clara ' s second try. The ball was heeled from scrum to Y- barrando. " Tommy " pas.sed to " Hap " Gallagher, who, in turn, passed to Sims. Sims shoved the oval to Best who made a sensational run of 30 yards. As Best was tackled he shot the ball towards Kelly. The pass was low, and Kelly who was going full tilt reached to the ground, scooped the ball wfth one hand, passed the opposing wing and full-back and placed the ball squarely between the goal-posts. Ybarrando easily converted ending Santa Clara ' s point-making. University of Nevada ' s only try came early in the second reel, the attempt at conversion failing. The last ten minutes of play was fiercely fought, the high altitude be- ginning to tell on the Varsity, many of their corks beginning to blow out un- der the strain. 42 THE REDAVOOD At this stage the spectators swarmed 0% ' er the field, making clean play al- most impossible. A rather poor referee permitted the game to go on regardless of the circumstance. During this chaos Nevada ' s last three points were made on a field goal from mark on Santa Clara ' s 25 yd. line. The whistle sounded and dear old S. C. was on the long end of an 8 — 6 score. Line-up follows: — Santa Clara Univ. of Nevada Ganahl n, „■ o„«i, f Levitt Kantlehner ' " " ' Settlemeyer Barry (Capt.) Lock R. DuBois Guerrieri ( R. DuBois Patten Side Rank R. Mackay Roberts J I ftrL.ol ■ ' " «•■■ ' ' {A.feS Y ,rr,ndo; 3 „„,.,,„ j K.nn.dy Gallagher Outside-half Webster Best Center 3 Charles Sims Center 3 Harriman Tadich Wing Forward Bennett (Capt. ) Voight Left Wing Randall Detels Full Back Fletcher RUGBY SCHEDULE Sept. 14 Stanford Freshmen vs Santa Clara at Stanford. Sept. 24 U. of Nevada vs Santa Clara at Reno. Oct. I U. C. Freshman vs Santa Clara at Berkeley. Oct. 8 Stanford Freshman vs Santa Clara at Stanford. Oct 16 Olympic Club vs Santa Clara at Santa Clara. Oct. 22 Stanford Second Varsity vs Santa Clara at Santa Clara. Oct. 19 University of Pacific vs Santa Clara al Santa Clara. Nov. 6 U. S. C. Law School vs. Santa Clara at Santa Clara. Nov. 19 St. Marys vs Santa Clara at San Francisco. Schedule liable to change. Marco S. Zarick Jr. THE REDWOOD THE REDWOOD SWEATER COATS 11ATII EP4€ SUIT S ATr LETIC GOODS FOR AT X, OCCASIONS Underwear Hosiery m a S j Corner Post and Grant Avenue, San Francisco T. F. SOUIISSEAU JEWELER 14 ' 3 So JtK First Street San Jose, Cal. MeaS €$tat$ and Insurance Call and see us if you want any thing in our line Franklin Street, next to Bank Santa Clara, Cal. S Phone vSutter 575 English, Breakfasts, 2 Oolongs, and Green I Teas I JOHN A. LENNON i Wholesale Grocer and Importer of I T:ea, Coffee, %ice X 137-139 Sacramento St. vSan Francisco 15c-AIi Popular Mesic-15c Pianos, Talking Machines, Musical Merchandise Pianos for Rent, Expert Tuning BenJ. Curtaz Son 125 South First Street San Jose THK REDWOOD BROWN ' S SKave SKop ROOM 14 SAFE DEPOSIT BANK SAN JOSE, CAL. The Shop of the SHAVE arid the SHINE Boschken Hardw are Co. ■San Jose ' s Leading Sporting Goods House We carry the largest and most complete line of sporting goods in San Jose 9% Foot Balls Football Shoes Jacket Sweaters Pocket Knives Scissors Basket Balls Gymnasium Shoes Athletic Books Gillette Safety Razors WE CARRY HENCKEL ' S CELEBRATED CUTLERY 138 S. First St. San Jose, Cal. .ik.U JOSS.C i Phone Black 5191 THE REDWOOD J O o 1 1 o s i ft II s ' " ° t j; and have us serve 3 011 with f. f the very best Ice Cream or Soda in San Jose. Order your % French Candies from us. I RUDOLPH ' S I i 16 South rirst Street and 8? East Santa CSara Street, Sm Jose f V. SALBERG E. GADDI Umpire Pool Room a® _ Santa Clara, Cal. Packard Shoes for Meo ' $3.50 $4.00 $5.00 EVERY PAIR MADE TO WEIAR Shipment of Nobby Fall Styles Junt Arrived M. Leipsic, Sole Agei t 73 NortK First Street fft The Beimont . 24:2e» Fovintain Alley H. E. WILCOX D. M. BURNETT ATTORNEYS AT I AW Rooms 19 and 20, Safe Deposit Building San Jose, Cal. 6 PER GENT. INTEREST Paid on Term Deposits Continental Buil ding and Loan Association Apply to ROBERT A. FATJO Gents ' Furnishings, Hats and Shoes. Agency of Royal Tailors F ' ay K,ess aKtl Uress Keiier E. H. ALI EN I ' hone Clay 741 Santa Clara, Cal. 1054 Franklit] Street THE REDWOOD Southern Pacific X THE BEST WAY EAST SAN FRANCISCO " Overland Limited " Three days to Chicago via Ogden. The Golden State Limited, El Paso Rock Island Route down the Coast Line, through Southern California. New Orleans Express, via New Orleans and rail or steamer. Rail and steam tickets sold to all points including Europe, the Orient, Honolulu and Alaska. E. SCHILI.lXGSBURi;, Dist. Passgr. Agt. 40-East Santa Clara Strcct-40 A. A. Hapgood, City Ticket Agt SOUTHERN PACIFIC THE REDAA ' OOD Developing and =Printing-= College Pennants ROBERTS HORWARTH 22 W. San Fernando St. San Jose r. Our success in col- jj lege fits has been phenomenal. Let us put your measure on our fits. DOW -TO -DATE T JK I Li O Fl S! i RORTER BUIL-DIN© SANOOSE.CAL, i Affr gg l COME IN AND LOOK USOVER 1 1 A SATISRED CUSTOMER 0 ! BEST AOC HOTEL IMPERIAL EUROPEAN PLAN TelepKones Hot and Cold " Water Private BatHs 173 South First St., San Jose THE REDWOOD SANTA CLARA CYCLERY ». COIIGMI IKJ. Prop. Santa Clara County pjg gg J-ypJg f fr ' XllT " " ' ' - Full line of Bicycles and Sundries Franklin Street, next to Coffee Club ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ M- M MM HM I ■4-M ' - " M-M-f - -♦- Phone Temporary 140 I A. PALADINI t Wholesale and Retail t FISH I5KAI.KR I PRBSH, SAXT, SMOKED, PICKI ED and DRIBD FISH J 4- S30 Merchant Street San Francisco Telephone North 1261 Perfect Satisfaction Guaranteed nterprise Laundry Company 867 SHER!V!AM STREET I. HUTH, Agent - - - 1037 Franklin Street George ' s Barber Shop CLEAN S HAVE GOOD HAIRCUTTING Agency Temple Laundry Santa Clara, Cal. T OERR ' $ 176-182 South First Street, San Jose Branch at Clark ' s Order your pastry in advance Picnic Lunches I »♦♦»♦♦ «♦ ♦ » »♦ R. E. MARSH Dealer in Furniture, Carpets, Linoleums, Mattieig, WiEidow Sliades, Etc. Upholstering and C».rpet Worb A Specialty Phone Clay 576 I.O. O. F. Building, Santa Clara, Cal. THE REDWOOD mrfthmg mm and Mp40-dak Everything for the College Fellows Missm Caudp Parlor America ' s Choicest CLOTHING and MEN ' S FURNISHING GOODS Cumingbam, Curtiss Wekb STATIONERS I Printers, Booksellers and Blank Book Manufacturers 561-571 MARKET STREET, SAN FRANCISCO, CAL. j ji li=jj r=Jr==Jr=Jr==J r= (= f= ' r==Jn=J[===Jr=Jr=Jr i THE U ' Enworin .. . j — y Crescent r -- itrTTiL % Shaving Parlors J. D. TRUAX, Prop. i fe Hff m Laundry Agency - ' -w ' ' fX ' " tin Main Street, Santa Clara + And we always hand out the finest Candies, Fancy Drinks and Ices. % Headquarters for College Boys who know what ' s Good } € BRIEM S, .-.- -_-»- » BAK jogE F. A. ALDERMAN STATIONERY, BI,ANK BOOKS, ETC. CIGARS AND TOBACCO All Kinds of Fountain Pens Next to Postoffice Baseball and Sporting Goods Santa Clara T. MUSGRAVE P. GFELI, r. MUSGRAVE CO. 327a Twenty-First Street San Francisco SANTA CLARA RESTAURANT AND OYSTER HOUSE Fresh Ovsters, graS)s stna SfjriMijjs e ery Bav. meals at 3111 l owrs. Oyster Loaves a Specialty. Oyster Cocktails lo and 15 cts. Oysters to take home; Eastern 30c per dozen; California 50c per hundred Private Rooms for Families W, COSXE3L, Open Day and Night. Conducted by Sisters of Charity Training School for Nurses in Connection Race and San Carlos Street, San Jose, Cal. THE REDW00J3 I Gift Jewelry | t i ♦ Select it at Lean ' s. Here you ' ll find X a most complete and beautiful assortment t ♦ of new jewelry styles of every sort. f .♦. Gift ' s from L an S are appreciated. .j. ♦ t I W. C LEAN t •♦♦ _ ,«, i First and San F ernando Sts. San Jose I, Dealer in BOOTS AN» SM®ES Agent for Thompson Bros. Fine Shoes for Men .... Santa Clara California R. MENZEL HARDWARE CO. Phone Clay 331 1049 Franklin Street, Santa Clara, Cal. ANYTHING FROM A PIN TO A PILEDRIVER PROMPT SERVICE % Nace Printing Company t i The Printers that made T All Others Jealous t 955-961 Washington Street Santa Clara, Cal. THE REDWOOD SAN JOSE BAKING CO. J. BREITWIESER, Manager The cleanest and most sanitary bakery in Santa Clara Valley. We supply the most prominent hotels. Give us a trial. Our bread, pies and cakes are the best. PHONE MAIN 609 433-435 Vine Street San Jose, Cal. o -0-0--0-0-0-0-0- -o-©-©-o-o-©-e-©-o-o-o- -o-o -o-c5-a-o-o-o-o- -©-o-o-o-o-o-o- «3 I To Qet a Qood Peq Hiqlfe | Guaranteed to be as it ought to be. It it should not be glad to exchange with you until you have one that MANICURE TOOLS, RAZORS : GBT A KRUSITTS. Guaranteed to be as it ought to be. It it should not prove to be that we will I O be glad to exchange with you until you have one that is 9 MANICURE TOOLS, RAZORS 9 ji. Guaranteed the same way. If you wish to shave easily, and in a hurry, get a ®illctt« SSfetV HaZOP. A T The greatest convenience for the man who shaves himself. T 9 9 THE JOHN STOCK SONS k 9 tinners, Koofsrs and Plumbers 9 Y Phone Main 76 71-77 South First Street, San Jose, Cal. ® 0-0-0--0-0-0-0-0--0 0-0-0- o-o-e-o o o-o-e-o-o © © o o© © 0-0-0 o- © o o 4 As an Office Man or Mereliaiit I ' .♦. .j» Are you interested in the quality, cost and character of • ♦ the paper used in your clerical department? Of course t you are. Then why not buy that line of stationery that 1 t combines Ltility, Service and Appearance and at the same t ' ji ' time costs less than any similar lines now on the market. I XME REGAI. TYFK ' WRITKR PAPERS t i( Today Represent tlie Most Compreliensive I Ine Sold T ♦♦. EVERY -WANT CAN BE SUPPIMEU f ♦ -♦-♦--♦- -♦-♦-♦--♦-♦-♦-♦--♦-♦-♦- -♦-♦- ' --♦-♦-♦ -♦- - ♦-♦-♦-♦-♦--♦- ♦-♦» K AT AT WHEKLKR ' S PICNIC LUNCHKS 86 K. Santa Clara St. San Jose THE REDWOOD SPRING ' S, Inc. Ill ESTABLISHED 1865 The Home of Hart, Schaffeer Marx Clothes For Men and Young Men j Exclusive Agency for Knox Hats $iM, UM and $5.00 Santa Clara and Market Sts. San Jose, Cal. If You Want a Finished FOTO HAVE BUSHNELL Take it. The Leader of San Jose Photographers 41 NORTH FIRST STREET SAN JOSE, CAL. Angelus Phone, San Jose 3802 Annex Phone, San Jose 4688 tb 3ln§tlus and UnmK G. T. NINNIS E. PENNINGTON, Props. European Plan. Newly furnished rooms, with hot and cold water; steam heat throughout. Suites with private bath. Angelus, 67 N. First St. Annex, 52 W. St. John St. San Jose, California DR. T. E. GALLUP DENTIST North Main Street, One Block from Car I ine Phone Clay, 68i Santa Clara, Cai.. THE REDWOOD FOR REAL CLASS Ei i m iS SimiMi MESMi Drop in and look over Billy Hobson ' s new line of Browns, Blues and Grays They are right up to the minute. WM. B. HOBSON Clothier 24 South Fu-st Street Haberdasher Hatter San Jose, California A. G. COL CO. WHOLESALE Commission Merchants TELEPHONE MAIN 309 84 to 90 North Market St., San Jose, Cal. See tb t pour Drugs, toskt Jlrtkhs, Brushes, etc, come from tbe UNIVERSITT DRUG CO. i)ii„ u aik i Cor. Santa Clara and S. Second Sts. San Jose THE REDWOOD HERNANDEZ 12 North Second St. COLLEGE TAILOR MacBride ' s Ueata Sandwich A Dainty Confection. 5c per package For sale at Brother Kennedy ' s store Winch ' s Book Store SCHOOL BOOKS AND SUPPLIES Pennants and College Posters .... 80 South First Street San Jose, Cal. JVIen ' s F iarnislnings And the New Fall and Winter styles in Neckwear, Hosiery and GloVeS " oung men ' s Suits m Ifats O ' BRIEN ' S ———Santa Clara Cal. OBERDEENER ' S PHARMACY For Drugs and Sundries Kodaks and Hodak SuppHes Franklin Street, Santa Clara, Cal. The Santa Clara Coffee Chi) Invites you to it ' s rooms to read, rest and enjoy a cup of coffee Open from 6 a. m. to 10:30 p. m. LEARN WIRELESS fi R. R. TELEGRAPHY! shortage of fuUy 10,000 operators on account of 8-hour law and extensive " wireless " developments. We operate under direct supervision of Telegraph Officials and positively place all students, when qualified. Write for catalogue. NATIONAL TELEGRAPH INSTITUTE Cincinnati, Philadelphia, Memphis, Davenport, Iowa, Columbia, S. C, Portland, Oregon THC RCDWOOD NOVEMBER, 1910 THE REDWOOD SAVE YOUR TEETH LANGLEY ' S PEROXIDE TOOTH POWDER DENTAL CREAM LIQUID DENTIFRICE Cleanse -Whiten - Preserve Arrest Decay At All Druggists 25 Cents Accept No Substitutes Ask for Langiey ' s Mason Hamlin Hardman Conover Harrington Krakaner Packard Ludwig Wellington Knabe-Angelus Kingsbury Inner-Player Pianos-:-Piayeir Pianos Victor Talking Machines 117 South First Street THE REDAVOOD I FOSS HICKS CO. No. 35 West Santa Clara Street SAN JOSE Investments A select and up-to-date list of just such properties as the Home-Seeker and Investor Wants I I Fire, Life and Accldesit in tSie best Compaaaies Si j Undoubtedly. ». 1 PQMERQY BROS. i Clothiers Hatters Furnishers j THE REDWOOD . .. ...j,.,j,..j .--.:4-«j.-»i..»j.-» — Osborne Hall SANTA CLARA CAL »j,. »j,-.,jk-.j,-,j.-.ji-»j.- »-.j»- «-. -.;.-.:.- -.;♦—;.-.;— «; - " -.;»- Cottage System A private Sanatorium for the care and training of children suffering from Nervous Disorder or Arrested Mental Development. Under the personal management of Antrim Bdgar Osborne M. B., Ph. D. Formerly and for fifteen years Superintendent of the California State Institution for the Feeble Minded, etc. Accomodations in separate cottages for a few adult cases seeking the Rest Cure and treatment for drug addictions. Rates and particulars on application. . ,. ,.,j,...j».,j,..j,..j,. DR. H. O. F. MENTON DENTIST Office Hours, 9-5. Phone, Office, Clay 391, Res. Clay 12 Rooms, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 Bank Building Santa Clara, Cal. P. Montmayeur E. Lamolle J. Origlia S6 ' 38 n. first St. San Jose, Cal. Phone Main 403 Meals at all hours X ♦ ♦♦♦♦♦ ♦ ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ f .M-» -M-M-»-4 44 -M--HH 44-K4-f -M-- -M » PYRAMID FLOUR Not m Comhlne Made from Washington wheat, every sack guaranteed. Why pay 15 or 20c more for flour no better. FE D, GRAIN AND S ni) POTATOEIS FREDRICK BROWN, I33-I59 N. Market, San Jose THE REDWOOD Mayerle ' s German " water Makes your eyes Bright, Strong and Healthy. It gives instant relief. At all reliable drtijrgists 50 cents, or send 65 ceatg to Graduate Germau Expert Optician. Charter Member American Association of Opticians. f £{f Market Street., Opp. Hale ' s, San Francisco. yHJlJ Phone Franklin 3379. Home Fhone C-4933. Mayerle ' 9 Eyeglasses are Guaranteed to be Absolutely Correct S. A. ELLiGTT SON Telephone Grant 153 02= 10 Mmn S4r«eiS, Sssite €5ara» Ea , Ringup _Clay 583 aud tell A, I.. SMAIV To bring you so me Hay, Wood, Coal, I ime or Cement Phone Wh ite 676 NOTLEY YARD PACIFIC SHINGLE AND BOX CO Dealers in Wood, Coal, Hay, Grain, Pickets Posts and Shakes. Fark Aven je, on Narrow Gauge R ailroad 5an Jose, Gal. J. C. Mcpherson, Manager PRATT-LOW PRESERVING CO. Santa Clara, California. Fruits in Glass a Specialty, - 0 -♦-»-»-«-«- -»-«■-« - M -«- - -e ■»■- Jacob Kberhaid, Pies, and Manager John J. Eberhard, Vice-Pres. and Ass ' t Manager EBERHARD TANNING CO. I Santa Clara, . . _ . . California Tanners, Curriers and Wool Pullers i t Haruess-I atigo and Lace Leather. Sole and Upper Leather, Calf, Kip and Sheepskins Eberhard ' s Skirting Leather and Bark Woolskin I THE REDWOOD 1 SUITS TO ORDER? i . Boys, our made to order suits have got them all | I talking. If you want something that is right to ® A the minute let us take your measure and we will % convince 5 ou that we are in a class by ourselves. i Prices, $18.00 to $40,00 OVERCOATS We have our complete line of up-to-date overcoats © » THAD. W. HOBSON CO. I 16-18-20-22 West Santa Clara St. San Jose, Cat. | Founded 1851 Incorporated 1858 Accredited by State University igoo College Notre Dame SAN JOSE, CAIvIFORNIA FIFTY-SECOND YEAR f . (CoJJegJste, Preparatory, Commercial wOUrSSSi Onterrynediate and Primary Classes for Younger Children Founded .899 Notrc Damc Conservatory of Alusic Awards Diplomas Apply for Terms to Sister Superior S-s — - • . -0 iMipoirter asisS RKiaoMfaicilKirer tuf . t. olTlltn, Men ' s Fine Furnishing Goods Underwear, Neckwear, Driving Gloves, Etc. SHIRTS MADETO ORDER SOUTH FIRST STREET A Ti VARSITY SWEETS " COLLINS McCarthy candy co. Zee-Nut and Candy Makers San Francisco THE REDWOOD 4 San J0§e EngtaQing Companf I I — — ginc Etchings I Half Cones I Pboto Engrat lng | I h1 ' Do you want a hali tone for a program or pamphlet? None can make it ' S better. I I I S n Jose Etigtavittg Company | 32 Lightston Street San Jose, Cal. I I f Zfeni Tumiture Co. Santa Clara California t Read thie . . . . I JOURNAL I Kor the Local News 913 Franklin Street Santa Clara, Cal. $1.50 a Year I. RUTH B akr in Qroarks and Deikacks dams, Baeottf Sausagts, Lard, Butter, Gggs. etc. 1035-1037 Franklin Street. Cigars and Tobacco THE REDWOOD L- P. SWIFT, Pres. LEROY HOUGH, Vice-Pres. K. B. SHUGERT, Treas. ' t t Directors— I,. F. Swift, Leroy Hough, Henry J. Crocker, W. D. Dennett and Jesse W. Lilienthal. CAPITAI, PAID IN $1,000,000.00 WESTERN M EAT COM P | PORK PACKERS AND SHtPPERS OF Hides, Pelts, Tallow, Fertilizer, Bones Hoofs, Horns, Utc. X MONARCH AND GOLDSN GATE BRANDS CANNED MEATS, BACON, HAMS AS D LARD G]ENERAL 0FFIC:E: Sixth and Townsend Streets, San Francisco, Cal. X 4-. Cable Address STEDFAST, San Francisco. Codes Ai. ABC 4th Edition « 4f Packing House and Stock Yards Distributing Houses ifk South San Francisco, San Mateo Co., Cal. San Francisco, Oakland, San Jose, Sacramento and Stockton S W 44 ' r4 4 4 4 4 ' 4 4 l 4 ' |- 4 4 4 4 ' r r=Jr=Jr- N. M. CLARK L. J. MORRISON Wholesale CONFECTIONERY, ICE CREAM AND SODA TAMALES AND ENCHILADAS TO ORDER Phone Clay 36 1084 Franklin St. SAN JOSE TRANSFER CO. Moves Everything That is I Oose Phone Main 78 Office— 62 East Santa Clara Street, San Jose. :oc:ccccccccc:2There is Nothing Better Than Ourc:::;: :::: :: :::::; BOUQUET TEAS AI 50 C£ TS PER FOUND ven though you pay a higher price Cl YI ON, :eNGI ISH BRBAKFAST, AND BASKET FIR:SD JAPAN KARNIKRS UNION, San Jose THE REDWOOD A classy suit in the late shades of bro vii don ' t see JOE SPEIGEL but go to the place ■where you see the sign which says: 67-69 SOUTH SECOND ST. SAN JOSE e®®®®®®®®®®®«xg)®® ®® s THE REDWOOD When in San Jose Visit Restaurant, nll mid Oyster ffowse 38-30 Fountain Street, Bet. First and Second San Jose, Cal. POPE TALBOT Manufacturers, Exporters and Dealers iu Lumber, Timber, Piles, Spars, Etc. V Office, Yards and Piasiing IVISSls o t • r I Foot of Third Street San Francisco, Cal When you want the hest In GROCERIES for least loney, try us We simply make an effort to please customers that other stores think is no use, but we ' ve got the business anyway. SAI,I,OWS RHOD:eS Trade with Us for.... k I Good Service and Good Prices £ ■4 Special Prices given in Quantity Purcliases. Try us and be £ convinced. S? I VARGAS BROS. | p); Flioiie Clay i:®2i Santa CSara MILLARD BROS. BooKs and Stationery d Fo intain Fens 0 Fennants 25-27 SANTA CLARA ST., SAN JOSE. RAITENNA FASTK COMPANY Manufacturers of all kinds of Italian and French Paste 137-131 North Market Street Phone Brown 241 San JoSH, Cai.. CfOdssdA My Violet (Poem) Lawrence O ' Contior 43 San Francisco: the City of the Panama Exposition W. I. O ' Shanghnessy 44 To My Friend R. A. (Poem) ..... Frank Warren 46 The Strike R. Yoell 47 An Old-Fashioned Girl (Poem) M. P. Detels 58 World Corporation R. V. Bressani 59 To S. C. C(Poem) F. S. Bootie 63 Handsome Tom - Edward G. White 64 Her Choice Harry W. McGowan 69 Editorials - - - 7 1 Exchanges 74 In the Library 76 Alumni 79 College Notes 81 Athletics - - 84 Nace Printing Co. p» Santa Clara, Cal. Eiilemd Dec. rS, igo2, at Santa Chita, Calif, as second-class matte), under Act of Congress of Marchs, 1871). Vol. X SANTA CLARA, CAL., NOVEMBER, 1910. No. 2 MY VIOLIIT %J L ' oziih, I ave a maid ][ « — ' (j g hif, haakward, and afraid— hose eyes were as two sapphire seas here swam mij love heneaih the shade (Of drooping lashes,— one small violei, flower jDf sileni iruih, thai had pluaked from my heart ' s bower. Jnnoaeni she kissed the symhol of my love. ut lol ime sped the withered bloom from, out her breast, he emerald eyes that to my soul su££est he verdant depths of seas reflecting skies above— hose oceans cooled another love than mine. J ears past and she forgot . . . Reside a shrine XiOn after, kneeling, J beheld iffy faded violet £rowin (Fresh within the flowing eart of S)esus. Jxawrenae ' ponnor. 44 THE REDWOOD SAN FRANCISCO: THE CITY OF THE PANAMA EXPOSITION AFTER many long years of watch- ing and waiting the world, and especially America, is on the dawn of realizing one of its fondest dreams, the union of the Atlantic with the Pacific through the Panama Canal. In 1915 this great artificial waterway will be thrown open to the commerce and the shipping of the world. It is but fitting that this event should be made the occasion of a great national cel- ebration. Accordingly the United States Government will invite the other na- tions of the earth to unite with her in a world exposition to honor this great achievement of history. The city that is selected by our gov- ernment as the official site of the exposi- tion will be a focus for the eyes of the world. Since the efficient handling of the great fair is a matter of national pride it is highly important that whatsoever city receives the congressional endorse- ment should be fully capable of requit- ing the confidence that is bestowed upon it. San Francisco, our great western metropolis, is contending for this privi- lege. Her general location; her im- mense fund of natural resources, the beauty of her surroundings, her general attractiveness to visitors, her unusual facilities are all considerations which show that she is pre-eminently the city to make this undertaking a success. The completion of the canal has a great significance for the West. It marks a step in the fulfillment of her destiny. Henceforth the western sea coast will become the market place and meeting house of Occident and Orient. Since the completion of the canal is so pregnant with promise to the West, what is more natural than that the lead- ing western seaport should be the site of the exhibition? On this point " Fighting Bob Evans, " the retired rear admiral of the United States Navy says, " San Francisco is certainly the city for the Panama- Pacific International Exposition. This Exposition should be held west of the canal and not east, for the canal means more to the West than it does to the East. The Exposition will be peculiar- ly associated with maritime affairs. It ought, therefore, to be held where a marine demonstration can be carried out successfully. " San Francisco is centrally located with reference to the rest of the world. Visitors have a choice of six trans- continental railways each of which has many attractions along its route. Trav- ellers pass the Grand Canyon of Colo- rado, the crumbling homes of the cliflF dwellers, the old adobe missions of the Padres, Yellowstone Park, the beautiful valley of Yosemite, and many other treasures with which nature has so lavishly adorned the West. The many vessels resting at anchor on the San THE REDWOOD 45 Francisco bay await the pleasure of the passenger to carry him through the Golden Gate, to the Orient, to the Philiipines, to Central and South Amer- ica, or to the canal itself. San Francisco is the healthiest city in the world and the coolest city in the United States. Contrast her average summer temperature of 58° with that of Eastern cities where the thermometer ranges from 74° to 82°. In winter her average temperature is 51°. What a comfort it would be to the Easterner to come to balmy California! The Western city has shown that she is capable of entertaining a great gather- ing of people. Du ring the Portola festival in 1909 she took care of over 90,000 visitors and provided them with every comfort. At the present time she has 1237 modern, well equipped hotels. Collectively they can furnish 60,000 first class rooms. Besides this there are in- numerable lodging houses and private residences where accommodations may be had. An idea of the favorable impression which San Francisco makes on the stranger may be understood from the statement of Albert Picard of the con- solidated chambers of commerce of France. He says: " an international ex- position in San Francisco seems to be a certainty and a necessity. This will be a crowning of the wonderful work the inhabitants of your remarkable city are accomplishing with an unparalleled energy. In less than four years you have built, out of the burning ashes, one of the most beautiful cities I ever ad- mired during my trip around the world. By doing so you have proved that you are able to create wonders for your ex- position, and have given at the same time a guarantee to all nations that will answer to the call of your commit- mittee, to exhibit their products at the fair. " San Francisco asks nothing but the congressional endorsement. She has taken care of the financial end herself. Her loyal citizens in an unparalleled burst of enthusiasm raised in two small hours by voluntary subscriptions the immense sum of $4,000,000. Since then, that amount has been increased through the generosity of California, and the good will of her own people to $17,500,000. Why then should Congress refuse the just an reasonable claim of the Queen of the Pacific? Why should it not recog- nize that she is the one city that has the financial backing to make the exposi- tion a success? Her traditions and past achievements militate against the thought of failure. Her sons, inspired with that selfsame spirit which enabled their forefathers to conquer and subdue the West, and which encouraged them, when their city was devastated by fire and earthquake, to build a greater and grander city which stands today as a model for all nations, pledge their word to congress and to the world, that they will make the Panama Pacific Interna- tional Exposition a great success, and their word is good. W. I. O ' SliAUGHNKSSY. 46 m THE REDWOOD TO MY FRIEND R, A. FT have I pained thy trusting soul, With cruel Anger ' s piercing dart; Oft in thine eyes, my thoughtless words Have caused the bitter tears to start. My youthful pride would brook no curb, I chafed beneath thy calm restraint, I mocked thy counsel, spurned thy love, I laughed at thy soft-breathed complaint. But now in manhood ' s riper years, With grief my folly 1 bewail. Too late, alas! e ' en though I grieve. My grief can nought for me avail! Too late I feel with anguish deep My lonely heart oppressed and sad, That I have lost Heaven ' s priceless gift. The truest friend I ever had. Oh! would I might those words recall, That bade him from my side depart. And clasp again, in fond embrace My friend, to this repentant heart! Oh! would I might his love repay With love that now is turned to pain; And hear his lips my pardon breathe— Those lips I ne ' er shall hear again. Frank D. Warren. THE REDWOOD TME STRIIiE 47 ii| XAVE, O Dave, come in, dear; I J supper is on the table and has been there five minutes past. " " Yes, Nora, I ' m coming, " and in through the window from the fire escape a stooping form appeared. This was Dave Valdou; to her whom he DOW approached, he was a perfect husband, and to the men whom he led, he was as a father. He was their idol, and they looked upon him as a genius, in fact, his every move was watched admiringly by thousands of hungry, earnest workers, who thought, and had good grounds for thinking that he was their only hope, their only savior. He was not much to look upon, this liberator. On the contrary he was homely, though I cannot exactly say why. His features were regular, even good; his nose, though large, Vv as well formed and his brow, high and white, was topped by a mass of hair brushed straight back after the fashion of men of music. As he approached the table over which a glass lamp shed its light, he heaved a sigh of anguish, and then sat down resignedly in an old chair — to stare. Yes, to stare, only when you or I stare, it is generally at something, but here it was just the opposite, it was at nothing. On an old crockery plate in front of him w, s a piece of mouldy cheese; a single cup, without a handle, kept this company, and in the center, resting on a small, clean board, was a half loaf of rye bread, which commanded the scene as a tower does, rising from a level plain. This was the supper — the supper for two hungry persons, who as they sat at each end of the table, surveyed the food before them. " No tea, Nora? " asked he, and then meeting her eyes, as they reached his worn face, he stared deeply into them for a moment and then arose. " I guess I don ' t care for anything to- night, dear, " he said. " You eat, you take the bread and leave me the cheese. " As he spoke a quizzical expression flitted across her face and she smiled. For two weeks the cheese had been placed before him, and now it was there more as a matter of course than as some- thing to be eaten. " All right, dear, " she replied, as she arose after him, " I guess, I too, don ' t feel particularly hungry, but — " here her voice drooped, and a queer, sad light shown in her deep brown eyes — " I know it ' s no use asking, but have you a dime? Martha is worse, in fact, she is so weak that she could not eat a bit of bread I gave her sopped in warm water, and I thought that if you had a dime, I could get her some milk at the corner. " As she finished this plea she lowered her eyes, and trembling a little, with a sigh awaited the answer. Dave was putting on his coat when the question came, and as she spoke he 50 THE REDWOOD argued and insisted, I was put out and my picture appeared in the moruing papers and along with it, a wild tale of how I had attempted the life of Mr. Randolph, the president of the board. I wish to state that we will call a council tonight, to take means, so that the strike will end at once and in our favor. " As he paused a mighty shout arose and cries of " at them! ' , " burn them! " " kill them! " " hang them! " rent the air, when suddenly a new note was heard. It was a cry of agony and hatred. The police had charged the throng. It was at nine-thirty that night that a sharp rapping broke the silence of Mrs. Valdou ' s vigil over the crib of her dying child. She listened; there it was again; what was it? Ah yes! she re- membered. It was the meeting of the Board. She hurriedly turned up the short wick of the lamp, and hastened to the door, where she admitted her hus- band and four other men. She shut the door, placed the lamp on the table, and retired into the adjoining room. Here she again took up her watch and patiently smoothed the tortured brow of the little figure in the crib. Softly, faintly, she kept crooning a lul- laby, — a lullaby while her child was dying. . Oh! you mothers, you who sit by your fire in a comfortable dressing gown and read the latest books and magazines, pause a moment from your idle luxury and contemplate the " not so lucky. " Pause for a moment and consider what your latest gown and its bright spangles did for the children of the " other half " who made them. And you who join with the fools who cry, " no more feathers in our hats, it kills the birds, ' ' pause and consider the sweat shops and the little wasted bodies of the poor. As the sorrowing mother bent over the crib crooning to her baby, snatches of the conversation in the next room reached her ear. " Do it tonight. " " No, not now. " " The crisis is at hand — better a thou- sand times an organized revolt, than a baubling rah)ble — " Here the talking again subsided into a murmur but what she had heard, filled her with a desire to know more. Leav- ing the cribside she tiptoed slowly over to the keyhole, and v ?as just in time to catch the words, " Randolph ' s house in two hours. " Instantly she grasped the meaning of the words. They would start the riot in two hours, burn the town and kill Randolph. What could she do? Yes, she was right; the only thing she could do would be to go to Randolph and warn him. But was this right? Was this just? A betrayal of her class! What had Randolph ever done for her or hers? Was not her child now dying on ac- count of his obstinacj ' and avarice! No, she would not go, she would not betray THE REDWOOD 51 her class. But yet— would this do any good, this wanton destruction of life and property? Thinking thus, she returned to her watch by the crib where she again took up her occupation of stroking the burn- ing brow, where the flames of fever plainly cast their hectic flush. There in the dusk she sat, while at her side one of her own flesh and blood lay dying. The short breath grew shorter, the fitful moans became less frequent and in their place came the sharp rattling struggle for air of the dying. Here in this little body the soul was straining to be free. The three sisters who hold the thread of life were waiting and she whose duty it was to clip the tiny fabric, held the shears with eager hand. The mother noticed these changes and bending over she kissed the little wasted cheek. As she did so, a slight tremble shook the tiny frame, and after a short struggle of heaving breaths and gurgled moans, the lips parted and lisping " mamma — " the little body fell back lifeless. The soul had left its earthly home. Starting forward, the mother picked up the tiny form and wildly caressed it. " Good baby, pretty baby, " she crooned, — but no answer. The little blue lips were still; slightly parted they exposed the tongue drawn up, and no breath came from between them. Again she pleaded, again she cried, but only the solemn stillness of the room answered her. At last she moaned, " Good God! she ' s dead; my baby, pretty baby, come back to me, darling, speak honey. Oh! tell me, mama, anything, baby, baby Martha come back. " But the little form re- mained inert and all was still, when from out of the next room a harsh voice came. The owner of this loud voice was a man of striking mien, striking in the extreme, if wonderful ugliness can be clalled striking. A figure with a curved back and a twisted hand, set off a re- markable visage. The head large and unbalanced, nodded to and fro constant- ly. The fiery red locks each stood up like bristles and the long misshaped nose hung over a cruel mouth like an eagle ' s beak. But the most wonderful object of this wonderful countenance was a wonder- ful eye. He had but one; and this, set rather near the center of his brow, gave him the appearance of a Cyclops. But this eye made up for his lack of two. It was a huge organ, and the pupil large and green made more pro- nounced the red whorl that shot through it. Always roving about in search of some object it could cow, this terrible optic gave expression to the hateful dis- position within the man himself. Noth- ing was too mean, too small but what this all seeing orb took in to the fullest de- tail, and its especial delight lay in staring ferociously into the face of a child and scaring it until it screamed with terror. 52 THE REDWOOD Such was John Oglethorpe. Truly amostextraordinarymemberof theboard. No one knew exactly why he was there, but yet somtimes his sharp crackling; cackle conveyed sage words that others listened to. Just at present he was pronouncing on the safest and most expeditious way of attacking N. Hill, and incidentally, on the way to start all fires going at once and also how to avoid the troops. " I tell you, " he said, " I ' ll take one division up Center street. Magrath, you lead up Courtney and Valdon will lead the main bunch up the avenue. We ' re sure to be attacked by the troops, but don ' t you care a cent just go ahead, and there ' ll be no power on earth or in hell that will stop us, because we ' ll let hell loose itself. Ha ha, pretty good, eh? ha, ha, ha! " This was what Nora heard as she stooped over the body of her child, and instantly as if by an electric shock she sprang erect and took in with eager ear the rest of the conversation. Ah, here was the plot! Yes, well laid, and if anything was to be done, it must be done at once. Seizing her shawl off the little figure, she started out the hall door, but then she faltered, stood for a moment with her arms on the jamb, and then returned to the room. Carefully picking up the body of her child, she tenderly placed the shawl around it and then softlj ' implanting a kiss on the mute little tip.s, walked out with her dead child in her arms. Softly descending the stairs, she reached the street and then set out in a long swing- ing stride to N — Hill whose lights shone in the distance. As she walked she crooned now and then stopping to caress the brow and to kiss the mouth. Then again she would murmur, " pretty baby, " and then she would burst out into a short fit of strange laughter. Strange forms began to follow her, looming up out of the darkness and slowly drifting with her — on, on, on. No, she would not let them touch her baby. " No, go away, go avt ' ay, you are ugly and will scare her. But v hy do you laugh? " she would ask, " my little Martha is dead — dead. " Clay Randolph sat at his study desk viciously chewing the butt of a long black Manila cigar. He was thinking, thinking more strongly than he had ever done before. For the first time in his life he was against a problem, such as he had never before to face. Here was a condition such as he had never anticipated. True he had been through many strikes and lockouts, but to have a whole country up in arms against him, all shouting for his downfall and for government ownership was something he had never faced or dreamed of. Here was a note from the chief of police stating that he had better leave town on account of the threatened riot. Here at his elbow was the evening paper, telling of the attempted rescue of several men who were in the city prison, charged with conspiracy. And to cap it all, a full column was devoted to the THE REDWOOD 53 telling how the riot was to be started tonight. But he did not believe it. It could not be possible. What! the safe and sane American people start a revo- lution that would wreck the govern- ment. Why, it was ridiculous! But yet, had not the socialists a majority in the house until they were put out? Had not the Supreme Court declared free speech uncoustitutional except when advocating the existing govern- ment? Yes, this was true. Well, they might start something, but damn them, if they did he ' d finish it for ' em. Thus he sat and mused, viciously chewing the end of the black cigar, until he was awakened from his reverie by the respectful voice of his butler. " Hang you, Daniel, you infernal fool, how you startled me! What do you want now? Another committee I sup- pose? " Well sir, you see, sir, it ' s this way, sir " " Yes, I know, but hang you, man, out with it. It ' s another one of those infer- nal delegations, I suppose. — Tell ' em I can ' t see them. Tell ' em quick, do you hear? What are you standing there for? " " No sir, it ' s not a committee this time, sir; it ' s a woman. " " A woman! Well, send her up. What in the world will come next? — No, tell her I can ' t see her — have no time. You understand, don ' t you? " " Well, you see, sir, I did but it ' s no use. She said she must see you at once as it meant life or death. " " All right, I suppose I will have to see her; show her up; and you stay right out side the door when she comes in. " He said this slowly as a vision of a recent bomb episode in the southern part of a western State came to his mind. As soon as the butler left, he arose, took off his smoking jacket and put on a light coat. Then taking a fresh cigar and lighting it, he went behind his desk, and began to pore over some official looking papers. This was his usual method of greeting strangers, and it gave them, he thought, the impression that he was a deep student and a care- ful man. " The woman, sir, " announced the butler and the door closed. Randolph waited several seconds and realizing by that unknown sense that someone was near, he looked up, scanned the heads of his papers and glanced at the figure before him. " Well, madam, what can I do for you? " he began in a suave tone. As he spoke, the figure came closer towards the desk, where the rays of the electric lamps fell on it and mottled it with green, red and blue patches from the colored shades. The woman spoke. " You see, sir, I thought that it was not right. It could not be right and so it preyed on my mind; I had to tell. " " What the devel ' s right and not right? speak up, woman, my time is valuable. " " da, ha, ha! that ' s it; time, always time that ' s worrying you. In the streets in the stores, in the torrid sweat shops, it ' s always time, time, time. But she don ' t care for time, — see this. " As she. 54 THE REDWOOD spoke she held forth a bundle, and slowly drew off an old shawl. Randolph arose and curiously peered at the object held forth for his view. As he did so, he started — gasped — then looking in the woman ' s wild eyes he understood. There in an old shawl lay the dead body of a tiny child. He drew back and gasped, " My God, woman, what — er — , " then again meet- ing the vacant stare, he quailed and drew back; for in the woman ' s eyes he read of misery — trouble and privation, and a queer lingering glance of accusa- tion followed him and burned deep into his very soul. " You see my Martha, " the woman spoke — " she ' s dead, no more her tiny lips will press against mine, no more her baby voice will while away the hours, as I stand scrubbing at my tub — but now she ' s gone — for ever and ev — er. I I can ' t see why — why this — A God — God— Christ, ha, ha, ha! " Randolph drew back, murmuring half audibly, " Mad, clean crazy, mad. I ' ve got to get out of this, " he thought to himself, " I ' ll ring for Daniel, then be- tween the two of us, we ' ll get her straightened up and perhaps I can do something for her. " Here he rang the bell — no answer! — he rang sharply, yet no one came. Again he rang, but still no one. Now that he listened he thought that he heard a deep, distant murmur. What in heaven ' s name was it! It grew louder, more distinct, and closer, when suddenly and in great fear the butler burst in through the door and cried terror stricken, " The whole street ' s full of them, sir; thousands and thoiisands of them, and so is the back alley. There is no way out, we ' re trapped! " Then running to the window, he threw open the blinds and cried " Come, see for yourself, sir. Oh! God help us! " Randolph did so, and as soon as his eye swept the view, he quailed with fear. Yes, there v ere thousands, as far down the hill as the eye could see, a great, surging, howling mass of crazed men. Some carried torches, others guns, and some bore even pitchforks. " What are they, Daniel? What in God ' s name are they? Surely they are not going to attack us? " " Yes, at last. That ' s it, too late! ha, ha, ha! that ' s it, Randolph ' s in an hour, burn, kill; yes, that ' s their roar, they are the strikers, and they ' ve come for blood. " Wheeling quickly, Randolph had just time to stretch out his hand to the woman, who as if exhausted b} her efforts, had fallen prone upon the floor. ■ No one knew exactly when or where the mob had formed. Valdon and several of his associates had called on a few men to follow them and as they pro- gressed through the city, masses of men slipped quietly out of cross streets and dark alleys, and as tributary rivulets, do a river they soon swelled the throng into a vast mob. On they came, overlapping the sidewalks, filling the gutters, the sides and now even the middle of the street. Roaring, hallooing, and piling THE REDWOOD 55 tempestuously on one another by the sheer force of the crush. Torches were lighted, and by their flaring gleam brutal faces and strong arms came marching out of the indis- tinctness. Then fires began to cast their share of horrors to the night, the whole sky became blood red, and sparks vied with the stars in number and brilliancy. But the most horrible of all was the mob itself. Crying, cursing, fighting, snarHng, it poured on, never stopping, never quiet, its deep roar only seemin; to excite further the already crazed passions of men gone mad. Mad did I say? Yes indeed, but the maddest of them all was John Ogle- thorpe. Mounted on a heavy truck horse, whose harness still remained on, and jingled discordantly, sat the leader of the mob. A fiendish grin overspread his countenance, and every now and then he would let out a whoop that could even be heard above the noise of the rabble. He would do this more frequently when he had succeeded in breaking windows with cobble stones, a large supply of which he carried in a basket hung behind. " Come on, ye devils, now ' s the time; come on, fight! Give ' em hell, whoopee, hurrah! for socialism and down with Capitalism forever. There ' s some police, let ' s charge, give ' em fits. " Suiting the action to the words they charged, and all that was left of Ser- geant Casey ' s valiant little squad were two corpses in the dust, and a flying group of wounded patrolmen. By this time they had reached N — Hill and on top surrounded by a small body of soldiers, was the huge pile of the Randolph mansion. Straight for this they made and when they were nearly upon it a company of militia wheeled from out a cross street and opened fire. The mob recoiled for a moment and then goaded on by the sight of their dead and the taunts of Oglethorpe, they charged. The strug- gle was furious for a few minutes, but soon weight and numbers told; and breaking ranks against the entreaties of their officers, the military fled, leaving many dead behind in the street. Seizing the arms of the dead and the dying the mob again pressed on and then breasting the hill, they soon came in front of the mansion. Here they halted and fatigued by their efforts they waited while their leaders held a con- sultation. Oglethorpe was for attacking imme- diately, but Valdon, hatless and coatless and with a wicked bruise on his fore- head, cried sternly, " No, we ' ll give him a chance. I shall summon him thrice and if he heeds not, why, then I ' ll leave him to you. You attack and do as you please but no women or children must be killed. " He strode forth and reaching the great door he found the bell and rang it. No answer. He rang again, still no answer; again he rang, this time long and loud. He was just on the point of leaving when a small window opened and an angry voice cried out: " What do you want? " 56 THE REDWOOD " Are you John Randolph? " asked Valdon. " No, Mr. Randolph is not at home. What do you want of him? " " I came to tell him that there is no use in holding out any longer; we ' ve won already, and if he holds out much more, why we ' ll have to force him to yield. You see the result of his obsti- nacy. Here are thousands of men gone hunger mad and if he does not give in, why I can ' t hold them any longer. They are beyond my power. Do you give in? " There was a pause for a moment, and then followed a low conversation by the occupants of the house. Clearly and loudly the answer came forth in tones that could be heard on the street. " No, we will not yield. Disperse to your homes, as we are well armed and are determined to defend ourselves to the last. " All right, then, abide by the conse- quences. " Any further talk on the part of Val- don was drowned out by the howling voice of the mob. Then as if in one accord they sprang forward, led by Oglethorpe. Quickly tearing down the iron fence, they began the attack on the mansion. THE AFTERMATH It was at that period of tbe morn when the moon was going dov n and the sun had not yet risen. It is the darkest hour of the night, and one which the spirit of man seems to abhor. We have all been out at midnight when the moon is at its height, or per- haps we have had occasion to be up and going at early morn. But at these times the spirit is generally light and gay, and bent either on recalling the pleasures of the past evening, or else breathing deep the pure, fresh, perfume-laden air of dawn. Yet if we find ourselves abroad at that period of the night of which I speak we cannot help feeling a certain sense of weirdness and the minds of the timid recall vividly deeds of violence and crime. The city la} ' quiet, save for the ' occa- sional s hout of some rioter. In the west a ruddy glow was cast sullenly over the blackened sky. Masses of clouds sped tempestuously along to a howling wind, and now and then a rift in their somber shapes would let the moon shine forth, and then as if conscious of their prowess they would again drift over its surface, and would leave the earth once more in stygean darkness. The eastern part of the city was abso- lutely deserted, for it had lain in the path of the mob, and had been the ob- ject of its bitterest wratli. For blocks, piles of ruins and heaps of smouldering debris strewed the course up the hill; and on top like the ruins of some old feudal castle, stood the remains of the Randolph mansion. Stern and digni- fied in their contour, no more fitting representation of desolation could have been reared. There it stood, a gigantic monument to the destructive force of the mob. In some portions of it the fire still smoul- THE REDWOOD 57 dered, but for the most part it was out, owing to a heavy shower of rain. Over its surface and through its blackened and desolate chambers stalked Dave Valdon. Searching, searching, searching. He bad returned to his home; but finding it deserted he had taken to pacing the streets, when he heard from several dispersed rioters that Oglethorpe had been killed. Learning that his body lay somewhere within the gigantic ruin of the Randolph mansion he resolved to go thither and search for it. The manner of his death was this: he had danced around the blazing pile in a frenzy of devilish enjoyment, and while resting from his fatigueing rejoic- ing, he had spied in the window of a mansion the form of a woman with a bundle in her arras. Being sure it was Randolph ' s wife, he fired; and as if in answer to his shot, a ruined tower tottered, and fell, spilling itself upon him. His voice was heard for a second, and then shut out by a dust cloud, he passed from the sight ot man. This was the end of Oglethorpe, and a fitting end it was to his vicious, hide- ous life. Valdon, on hearing this, de- termined to find the body, and so he had prowled over the ruins half the night. He was fatigued by his long search and was just leaving the last chamber when a slight sound caught his ear. He paused and listened. Drip,— drip; — yes surely, there was a noise; again he listened. Pit — pit — drip — drip — pit. It came from near the window; cau- tiously he tiptoed over, his heart in his mouth. Yes, for a surety there was a noise, just like water on a stone. Pit — pit — drip — drip — pit. He felt — his hand was damp. " Yes, — what ' s this? A shape, a form. At last the body of Oglethorpe. But no, it doesn ' t feel like it, no — no — . " And then the moon came out from be- hind the clouds, and pouring its weird light upon the window, lit up the ghostly features of Nora Valdon. He looked and then shrieked, for there in her marble-like forehead was a reddened bullet hole, and the noise he had heard was her blood dripping — dripping on the pavement below. He paused, the moon again went be- hind the clouds, and then a crash, a pistol ' s flare lit up the darkness for a moment — another soul had fled. And thus it was . . . Sad, dread- ful things come from small beginnings when once the passions of greed and hatred become the only gods that men adore. A strike, a forced and hasty settlement, and this tale may cease to be a phantasy of fiction but a reality of re- cent history. The vast labor problem is yet unsolved; by wise legislation and unprejudiced action we may undo the wrong and pre- vent, among even greater evils, any rash attempt at settlement such as is narrated above; out of which can result nothing but murder and crime, and misery to all concerned. R. YoEi.!.. 58 THE REDWOOD AN OLD-FASMIONED GIRL HE never told a falsehood, — why, she couldn ' t if she tried; In those deep dark blue eyes of hers, sweet truth alone might hide; There ' s not one single fault in her, she ' s every bit true blue; She ' s just a good old-fashioned girl, the kind my father knew. She ' s not like other girls, with eyes as blue or hair as gold; She ' s kind and sweet and timid, where the other girls are bold. Sometimes she almost seems to me an angel from above, She ' s just a good old-fashioned girl, the kind my dad would love. Her voice is quiet, soft and low, like some low wandering stream, Lethe ' s waters of oblivion midst which I silent dream. To other ' s kisses I would choose one look of hers instead, — She ' s just a good old-fashioned girl the kind my daddy wed. M. P. Detels. THE REDWOOD WORLD CORPORATION 59 4tT T 70RLD CORPORATION " is Y Y the title of a book written by Mr. King C. Gillette. The object of it is to advocate the forming of a vast world corporation, not indeed of the monej ed classes or for the moneyed classes alone, but of all the people and for all the people of the nation and ultimately of the whole world. The book is without doubt well written, the system advocated well thought out and the writer sincere and earnest. If he exceeds in his conclu- sions, that which his premises justify, or if his arguments are based on false assumptions, we do not think it is done advertently. Mr. Gillette has studied this question, he tells us, for twenty years. He has without doubt brought to it a mind naturally keen and fairly well trained. For him the subject must have fascination, for he writes with feeling and we ourselves could not escape the charm and brilliancy of the subject. Briefly the author ' s plan is this. Whether we like it or not in the course of time the industries of the world will be so monopolized by vast combinations of capital centred in the hands of a few wealthy men that in reality there will be a corporation or trust controlling all the industries of the world. Thus a few men will become the masters and lords of the earth, who will tyrannize with impunity over their millions of fellow-men. To prove this our author reminds us of the present gigantic and appalling power of two typical trusts, the Stan- dard Oil Company and the U. S. Steel Corporation. " When we look upon some of the fighting machines of our Navy, " he says, " they strike us as being the very impersonation of concen- trated power of mind and matter. The very thought of the energy sleeping within the steel wallsof these great battle- ships and the organized intelligence ever ready to direct it to a purpose, is enough to paralyze with fear the mind that would rouse them to action. Yet they are but childish toys compared with that other monster, ever in action, that is silently floating over our industrial sea, seeking whom it may devour, — the Standard Oil Company .... It is the most progressive and economic industrial machine the world has ever known. " " The U.S. Steel Coporation employs 225,000 people, and this represents 600,000 who are directly or indirectly dependent on wages paid by this Com- pany. " And considering other corporations, and the facility with which they may combine, he says, for example, " Only twenty-five of the largest manufactur- ers of shelf hardware need be taken in- to a Consolidation to control absolutely the hardware trade of America. " " Ten years will see the more impor- 60 THE REDWOOD tant lines of retail business under abso- lute corporate control throughout the United States, — i. e., Dry Goods, Gro- ceries, Drugs, Hardware, Stationer5 Meats, Fruits, Tobacco, etc., and these in turn will be absorbed by each other. " What then, he asks, are we to do to meet and fight and conquer this com- bining power of wealth in the hands of a few, — a force more powerful than the Roman cohorts of eld? Will competi- tion do? No! For our competition is criminal and insane; " it is cold, heart- less, debasing and animal in all its features. It breeds crime, misery, un- happiness and sorrow . . and lowers the best of us to the instincts of the jackal, with cruelty in our eyes, sensu- ality in our features and our jaws drip- ping with warm blood. It is a wonder- ful system, — wonderful in the range and variety oi crime and misery turned out of its hopper. " And again: ' ' Competition in the pro- duction and distribution of products is licensed robbery, and civil war with all the horrors of civil war follows in its wake . . . Actual war between na- tions or civil war, such as the French Revolution or the Civil War of America were Christmas festivities when com- pared with the disastrous ejBFects of this incessant daily warfare of competition for wealth, this hand to hand struggle which never ends, where every indi- vidual hides the rotteness of his soul by wearing a mask .... To this god and idol are sacrificed every year miilions and millions of lives that drop and per- ish in the inhuman struggle. " Nor can the trusts be met by govern- mental control; for government is inefii- cient and moreover if it were to control the trusts it would be resisting the opera- tion of the Great Economic Law, " that law of life which dominates the mind and directs the reasoning intelligence into paths of least resistance, in arriving at desired results. " What then shall we do? The answer is, Go to the enemy. Imitate him. Learn from him a lesson. L,earn from the per- fect machinery of which the great trusts are composed: " The Standard Oil Company on ac- count of its great earning power and rapid accumulation of wealth finds it necessary to seek new channels of in- vestment. And with the absorption of new industries, it absorbs more indi- viduals and brains and grows stronger every day. It is like a constantly in- creasing, well disciplined army march- ing against a disorganized mob. It is a modern twenty-inch gun against a bunch of fire crackers. Where will it stop? The machine is perfect, its power is irresistible, its only opponent an incompetent government and a mob whose effective force is minimized in fighting each other. Can we be sure that the Standard Oil company will not absorb the whole field of industry ? " The only power of checking the ad- vance of such gigantic trusts is by a World Corporation of the people, con- trolling the industries of the world and the wealth of the world, not however THE REDAA OOD 61 for a few, hut or all the people. How this may be accomplished, how attained without recourse to any violent legis- lation, is explained by the author. With this we are not concerned in this paper, we think however that when it would be ultimately accomplished, the state of man would be much worse than under present conditions. Under this " World Corporation " a most absolute system of centralization is advocated, and the whole field of World, National, State, and Municipal Government will pass out of existence. According to " World Corporation, " centralization, which all liberty loving peoples through all ages have fought against, would be just and expedient- Compared with what we shall have under this gigantic trust, the most ab- solute monarchies were free states. The author would reduce the govern- ment to mathematical precision and simplicity, but he forgets the words of a very brainy statesman. Said Daniel Webster, " Nothing is more deceptive or more dangerous than the pretense of a desire to simplify government. The simplest governments are despotisms; the next simplest, limited monarchies. Every free government is necessarily complicated. If we abolish the dis- tinction of branches and have but one branch; if we abolish jury trials and leave all to the judge; if vve then ordain that the legislator shall be himself that judge; if vve place the executive power in the, same hands, we may readily simplify government. We may easily bring it to the simplest of all possible forms, a pure despotism. But a separ- ation of departments, so far as practic- able, and the preservation of clear lines between them, is the fundamental idea in the creation of all our constitutions. " Again the author forgets all about " home rule, " as if there were no such a thing. It seems strange that what ' ,the race fought for so long was and is wrong. Does it sound reasonable? The ultimate end of " World Corpora- tion " is the final control by the people for the people. But this is impossible for even under the new system they cannot have final control as they will still have representatives, who without doubt will do with greater impunity the graft they now perpetrate with less. But you misunderstand, he tells us. Under the new system people will be different. There will be no crime, no selfishness or any other evil of the present system. But where is the proof? That is what you and I and all of us want. The proof! Were there ever men or set of men who had the interests of all at heart? Does he not come perilously near to an absurdity, when he says that men like Abraham Lincoln are now so few and far between that they are like drops of spring water in an ocean of corruption, but that " World Corporation " which will have this same degenerate material to work upon will reform and regenerate it? The author ' s ideas about the func- tions of government are a little strange. Listen to his words on raising potatoes: " The rights of the people are first in 62 THE REDWOOD every case, whether it is the operation of the railroads of the United States or the growing of potatoes. The only question that arises is: Can the people as a whole raise potatoes " (rr aiid more economically . iQ.n a hundred thousand in- dividuals on the competitive plan? If the answer is in favor of the people raising their own potatoes, not a day should be lost by the people in enter- ing in the business of raising potatoes; and this applies to all production and distribution. " The foolishness and absurdity of the above principle is evident to the veriest tiro in the study of political science. World corporation interferes too much with the private liberty of the indivi- dual and all — for economy ' s sake! This author forgets that " I wish " is the motive power of the world. I wish to do my own will, which is sweeter to me than all vain wealth and vain honor combined. The author states " that a comprehen- sive knowledge of the field of raw pro- duction by a Corporate Mhid ' x?, absolute- ly necessary if we desire to arrive at greatest economy in the production and distribution of products, for today farm- ing is a cumbersome go-as-you please mechanism, raising anything and every- thing without any knowledge as to how much is being produced by others. " What if the farmers don ' t care to ar- rive at the greatest economy? They seem to us to be the class who in the history of the world made the strongest and most persistent stand against tyran- ny, that v. ' ould have thwarted their sweet will. The farmer wants no over- mind. He desires to be bis own boss. He desires to be independent so that in the end he can say " I did this and I did it alone, and I did it because I wished to. " Cannot the author see that the farmer or any of us is much more happy in be- ing his own boss even at a pecuniary loss, than being a mere cog in the wheel of industry at a profit? We all like to follow our own ideas and put them into execution under our own supervision and not under that, of others. lyCt the present system stand. Com- petition is in the very nature of things. Abraham Lincoln ' s great powers were developed by competition and thus were the abilities of everyone else. Abuses there are and abuses there will be in every good thing, on account of a few. If the children of the present and future generations are brought up in a love of their country and a love of hon- esty in public life, the government will have to do its duty in controlling corpora- tions and then and only then will crime in competition disappear. Let us ad- here to the present system and put aside as useless that which tends to Socialism and disruption. R. V. Bressani. THE re:d vood 63 TO S. C. C. A u LMA MATER! my words are now addressed, In simple faith and love to honor thee. Long tossed upon the billows of life ' s sea, I come once more beneath thy shade to rest. With eye bedimmed, with heart by grief oppressed Upon this sacred spot I bend the knee. Here sorrows cease, here dreaded terrors flee, While faith and hope and love here fill my breast. Each hallowed precinct thoughtfully I tread, Fond memory conjures up the days of yore: The comrades of my youth, the teachers kind, My only friend, methinks, I see once more, Whose words, whose noble deeds sweet comfort shed U pon my fretful heart and troubled mind. F. S. Boone. 64 THE REDWOOD HANDSOME TOM (a parabi e) HENRY ONLEY, lounging in an easy chair, enjoying bis after dinner smoke and the evening paper, was rudely interrupted by a loud knock on the door. " Come in, " he shouted, not caring to disturb himself. The door opened and Onley looked up. " Bill! " he cried, " where in thunder did you come from ? Haven ' t seen you in an age — how are you? — here sit down — have a smoke " — and amid a shower of questions Bill was fairly thrown into a chair by his enthusiastic friend. " Take it easy, Hen, old man; one thing at a time. Why, you nearly bad me all fussed up. Here, give me a light — but say, let me congratulate you — Durham and matches — What is going to happen? — you ' re not ' just out ' " " Cut the kidding for once, Bill. Where have you been the last two years? " " Well, you know, Hen, I was always very delicate, so after that last strenu- ous year, the Governor decided to send me abroad. I got back yesterday. Tell me what has become of all the fellows, ' Slip ' , ' Nig ' , ' Sailor ' , ' Pat ' , and the rest of the fellows. Those boys were certainly wonders, but the real card was Handsome Tommy McFadden. What became of him? " " Why, Mc went out to Nevada. Made a strike, and is getting rich, they say. " " Well, that ' s good news. I certainly thought an awful lot of Mc, even though he did make a fool of himself that last year. You fellows never got wise to why he flunked out, did you? " " Never bad the least idea. I couldn ' t understand how he fell down all of a sudden, when be was always such a good student. " " I knew, but couldn ' t say a word. I ' ve been carrying that story around for two years now, and have just been crazy to see some one to tell it to, but never got to tell it once. I ' m fairly bubbling over with it now, so light up and listen. You remember what an awful ' crab- ber ' Tommy was. He applied this faculty to just two things, ' Varsity cuts ' and the ladies. But notwithstanding bis reputation as the best student in college, he received more bids to dances and parties than any of the bunch. You know he was an awful hit with the ladies, bat the ladies never made any hit with our Handsome Tommy. When- ever be went to a dance, which was mighty seldom, he would stag it, and he wouldn ' t go then if it was a full dress affair. I tried to convert him, but somehow or other he couldn ' t appreciate the most important part of a college educa- tion. I ' ll never forget one session I bad THE REDWOOD 65 with him. It was just before the junior reception, and I had a little scheme on foot to ensnare Mr. Tom. You remem- ber Ethel Curry. Well, you know she was a dream — sensible too — and I thought Mc would like her. I knew if I could once get him started, he ' d come out all right. I confess I had hopes of making a match but it was a far more hopeless task than I had ever antici- pated. So I sent for him to come to my room one evening. I broke the ice as easily as possible, but when he finally got wise to what I was driving at, he started ' Bill ' , he said, ' you make me sick. I suppose you ' re trying to find a girl for me, but you ' re only wasting your time. None of your society dames for mine. You and the rest of the bunch are a pack of fools. Your little hearts flutter and beat a two-step on your ribs every time you hear the frou-frou of a skirt. You spend your time answering bids and reading I,ord Chesterfield ' s Parlor Etiquette, when you ought to be study- ing. Bill, I intend to find the right girl some day and when I do, she won ' t be any pink tea violet. She ' ll be a real woman, able to do a good day ' s wash- ing, help milk the cows and hoe the corn. I don ' t want a girl who primps half the day and talks sorority the other half. They judge a man by the width of his trousers. Mine are sk in tight, so I guess I haven ' t much of a rep. But I ' d a thousand times rather have no rep with a pairof tight ones than all the glory of the world with a pair of your ' Varsity cuts ' I told him that he was prejudiced. That the girls weren ' t half as shallow as he imagined. Then I sounded Ethel ' s priiises; told him she was as sensible as she was pretty, and that moreover he stood high in her estima- tion, and I ended by entreating him to take her to the reception. " But no, — he couldn ' t see it that way, so there the matter dropped. I saw my last hope fade away, and swore never to try again. Well, a couple of months passed, and I began to notice a visible change in Mc. Nobody seemed to remark it, except myself; but I knew him better than any one else and that ' s probably why I noticed it first. I couldn ' t im- agine what the trouble was, but finally, one day, ' Slip ' asked me what was wrong with him. He said it was his opinion that Tommy was in love. I scouted the idea but I had a presenti- ment some how or other that ' Slip ' was right for the finst time in his life. The best of men have an off day, and Handsome certainly had his. He fin- ally fell and when he did fall he hit hard. And you should have seen what he fell for. Honest, Hen! every time I think of it — I have a chill. Well, when I thought matters had reached a crisis I sent for Mc and made him confess. ' Bill ' , he said ' I ' m in love. My ideal has at last been realized. And say, boy, she ' s a dream. And Bill, she can milk and plow, — but before I forget — will 66 THE REDWOOD you let me have that book on Parlor Etiquette? ' Heu, I groaned aloud. But now I saw my chance, and re- venge is sweet. I tore into that hand- some fool a mile a minute. But he sat there and looked stupid. I don ' t believe he knew what I said. I told him that he ' d better get in and study, but he said it wasn ' t any use. The more I talked the worse he seemed to get, until by the time I bad finished, he was rehearsing a carefully memorized poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Just to show you how really bad off he was- when he was about Xo leave, he asked me for the loan of a pair of ' Varsity Cuts ' to go queening in. I didn ' t ' come to ' for a week. And so Tommy went from bad to worse. Pie had made me promise to call on the girl, and as I was rather curious I went with him one evening. Hen, I have met some rare birds in my day, but here was the real ' chicken ' . She had a face like a horse and buggy, and a form like a drink of water. But when Handsome gazed into her banjo eyes his heart beat like a drum. Mine almost stopped. Every time I looked at her I felt sick. Well, I made up my mind to let the fool slide. I was so thoroughly dis- gusted with him, that I had fully re- solved to let come what may; he could go to the devil for all I cared. But when the test came I wasn ' t there. He soon informed me that the inevitable was about to happen. Well pity got the best of me. Every time I thought of his fate I felt it was my duty, as a friend, to do something. So acting upon this I telegraphed his father. I met the old gent at the depot and the minute I laid eyes on him I knew there would be something doing when he found out. A stern, dignified man who had all his hopes centered in that idiotic son. I trtmbled at the thought of telling him. We started for the quarters, and as we walked along I was carefully paving the way to my tale. We had gone about a block when, who should come around the corner but Tom ' s fiancee? I completely lost myself and before I knew it, I had excitedly exclaimed: ' There she goes — that ' s she. ' ' There ' s who? ' the old man wonder- ingly asked. ' The girl — don ' t you see?— The girl Tom ' s going — ' I didn ' t finish. He had taken another good look at her retreating figure, and fairly shouted, ' What! you don ' t mean to say that — that ' here his voice almost broke, I saw it was all up, so I told him in a couple of words the whole thing, that Tommy was go- ing to marry the girl, and we had to stop it. But old McFadden was fairly stunned. He grasped a fence picket for support, and rather gasped than spoke, ' But did you see that face? •• ' What was it? — there it goes now — water, quick — I faint. ' Well, after some difficulty I braced the old man up and we continued on our way. But every now and then the poor old fellow would murmur, ' that face — that face! ' and quickly glanced THE REDWOOD 67 back over his shoulder, as if he feared the sudden approach of some incarna- tion of the infernal fiend. Well, when Toramy came in vv ' e were there waiting for him. I think he must have noticed the look on his father ' s face, but if he didn ' t suspect the cause of our mission, he wasn ' t long in find- ing it out. The minute he came in the Governor confronted him with the all important question, In.stead of beating around the bush, Handsome was all smiles on the instant. ' Yes, Dad ' , he said, ' I ' ve fouud the right girl at last, and she ' s a queen. And when I bring her to the ranch, she will milk the cows, and hoe all the corn on the place. ' ' My boy ' , the old man answered, ' I ' ve seen your queen, but she can never milk a cow of mine, or hoe a row of corn. Why, that face would dry any cow up over night, and kill a whole crop. ' And then the fireworks began to blaze. Old McFadden had some repu- tation as an orator, but he certainly ex- celled himself that day. The way he ripped his handsome son up, would have been a shame any other time, but on this occa.sion it was a blessing. The talk would have brought an} ' ordinary fellow into submission, but I had my doubts as to whether or not Tommy would heed the words of warn- ing. But of one thing I was sure, that I was in for an awful time on account of the telegram. I managed to stay clear of him for about a week, when he finally walked in on me one evening. I was just bracing myself for the impend- ing storm when Tommy, taking off his hat and facing me, disclosed as fine a pair of black e3 ' es as could be found out of the ring. First I stared and then I laughed, laughed until I choked, while he stood there and grinned like a sick calf. ' Well, Tommy, ' I say, ' out with it. How did it happen ? ' ' Bill ' , he says, looking a bit sheepish, ' It ' s a sad story. To please the Govern- or, I decided to call everything off for the present. Last night I went around to break the news. And here I am. Look at me and you have the story. ' ' Her father must have handled you rather rough, Tommy ' , I said, ' it ' s pretty tough when the champion of the school gets licked by the old man. He must have ' ' Just wait a minute. Bill, ' he broke in, ' you ' re on the wrong track. It wasn ' t her old man, or any other man who gave me these ornaments. It was she, the girl herself. ' When I had suiificiently recovered from the shock to hear him further, he told me how it happened. ' When I told her we would have to postpone the affair, she must have sus- pected my sincerity for it wasn ' t five seconds before I was traveling up among the planets and gazing on every constellation of the universe. I was just recovering from the shock and sur- prise which the first onslaught occas- ioned and was preparing either to flee or defend myself from the impending charge, when, with a right swing, 68 THE REDWOOD square on the point, she put me down for the count. Well, when I woke up I was out on the street. My exit had been as unceremonious as it was swift. I don ' t need to tell you that I didn ' t go back to say good by. ' ' Bill, ' he continued, ' we have been friends for a long time, and I want you to promise not to say a word about this affair while I am here at college. I not only forgive you for sending the telegram, but I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for saving me from that demon. Why, if I had mar. ried her she would have killed me inside of a mouth. Excuse me hereafter from a dame with a strong arm and a weak head. ' The ex ' s came the next month, and Tommy iiunked, you know. He couldn ' t cram all the work he had missed, while pursuing his affinity. But when I left he was off on his right foot. I made him get a full dress, and saw that he used it. I ' m mighty glad he came out alright, and feel that 1 did a great deal when I converted him. " " How is it you ' re not married, Hen? " " How about yourself? I thought you would be married inside of six months. " " Well, Hen, I ' ll tell you, after all my travels I ' ve come to the conclusion that it ' s time to settle down. I ' ve been thinking a good deal lately about a cer- tain girl. Hen, I ' m going to ask Ethel Curry to marry me. " Onley looked wistfully over at his friend, blew out a cloud of smoke, and said, " Bill, you ' re rather late I think, Ethel went west a month ago to marry Tommy. " " Well, Hen, I quit. Come on, get your hat and coat, the tickets are on me. " Edward G. White. THE REDWOOD HER choice: 69 THE evening sun found Nell Doane and her mother on the vine- covered porch of their little cottage-home in Auburn. They sat to- gether, as twilight advanced, gazing out upon the fragrant garden that blossomed gayly under Nell ' s devoted care. This was their habit of an evening, when the last dish had been wiped, and the white aprons hung in their accustomed place. Yet to-night they were silent, very silent, for Nell was to choose as husband ere the morning sun lent warmth to the fields, Joe, the old love, the silent, hum- ble wooer, or give her ring-finger to the actor who held full sway over her heart, the handsome actor who had come into Auburn and into her life from the outer world beyond. Nell was honest and frank and she had confided in her mother the secret of her heart, had told her how the flow- ers that were brought daily by Joe, had been forgotten, how she no longer cared for the simple gift, no longer in- haled their odor to dream dreams of the happiness she would some day confer upon the giver of the blossoms. She had told all this, and how she had grown to yearn for the other love. — How difi erent it was from Joe ' s! The love of the actor meant everything to her; it spoke of beautiful things, while Joe ' s was silent. She longed to listen forever to words of love from the actor, while Joe — well Joe only laid, without fail, flowers at her window-sill, smiled at her on Sunday, as they parted at the gate, and left whistling like a boy. The mother had listened to this, then after a great pause inquired gently. " Do you love him, Nell? Do you think you will be happier with him than with Joe? " " Mother — you know — I — er — I love him, — I — I — love you, I love Joe — but hhn! I would give my life should he ask it, actor though he is. — He, mother, is — my choice, — to-night I shall receive Joe ' s flowers in person; they shall not be laid at my casement longer. I shall tell him, — even as I have told 3 ' ou. " Nell had spoken, and her raven locks fell into the mother ' s lap. This answer had the saddened mother expected. Her frame shook momentously; then she resorted to her last effort. Slowly she began. " Nell, you know Httle of your father. My dear girl, I ' ve never told you who or what he was, and you have suflfered on his account, I know. God knows I hate to tell you, but you must know. So listen, dear, that you may be saved from the burden that has rested upon me since your birth. In a little village I was born; grew from girlhood into womanhood, and into the love of a miner, a simple, faithful man, as Joe is. But a traveling com- pany came to our little village and it brought with it a handsome young fellow. He could act, Nell, he could talk, he could say pleasant things. I THE REDWOOD shall say no more than that he captivat- ed my heart. The miner ' s love was for- jjotten and ray life from then was hap- piness with your father — till — till— yon came, my girl. I do not know to this day why he left me, — but it is the truth. He never returned to his wife and little girl. I have heard wild stories that he had another wife before me, that he was a father when I had given him my promise; but Nell, I loved him, and I love him still. Should he come back, I would forget, I would begin again with the same feeling as that w-hich I had when we lived tiil you came. — Now Nell, I tell you this, for I have suffered, and you, — you shall not suffer; you shall be happy. I tell you this also, because the simple love lasts the longer; the old miner still hopes, but ray life was given to your father. So, Nell, think well, and put little faith in the words of this actor. Consider Joe, for he is worthy of you; he has waited silently and faithfully; make him happy and you, too, shall be happy. " Nell listened to the tale of her mother and hatred was born iu the heart so accustomed to love; — deep hatred for the man who had trifled with the love of her mother. She thought for a moment that if he still lived, Fred Egers, the man whom she loved, might find him. " Mother, " she asked, " what was my father ' s right name? " Hesitatingly the mother answered, — " I do not know, my child; though we bear his name, the name which I knew him by, still I have doubts. I ' m afraid it was assumed by him; — T have heard in the wild stories which followed after he left that his name, his right name, was Bert Egers. " " Bert Egers! " Nell heard the name! She had — yes, yes, visions flashed across her mind. Her head was in a whirl. Egers, Egers! — God! she at last saw, she understood. Burt Egers, father of Fred Egers, — the man whom— she — she loved! Nell had been sick for a week; the mother could not account for this ill- ness; it had come upon her the night she had told the story of her life. Per- haps it had been a great shock; but still Nell had written to this actor in town and he had left, and she no longer spoke of him. She was convalescent now, and sit- ting by the casement where wild blossoms from the fields were daily found without fail, she awaited this evening the giver of the flowers. Soon he came, noiselessly slipped a bunch of violets in the accustomed place, then left, whistling like a boy. She had stood by and watched, watched him come and fade into the veil of twilight that spread over the fields, had listened to his whistle, until it, too,n]elted away; then slowly she took the gift in her hand and kissed it many many times. Harry W. McGowan. THE REDWOOD Published : Ionthly, by the Studknts of Santa Clara College The object of the Redivood i give proof of College Jjidustry, to record College Doings aini to knit closer togethe the hearts of the Boys of the Present and of the Past. EDITORIAL STAFF Rov A. Bkonson Exchanges In the Library Alumni CorxEGE Notes Athletics EXECUTIVE BOARD William C. Talbot President associate editors Daniel Tadich Chris. A. Degnan Hardin N. Barry Daniel Tadich Lawrence O ' Connor Marco S. Zarick, Jr. BUSINESS manager Roy a. Bronson assistant business manager Herbert L. Ganahl alumni correspondents Geo. a. Sedgley, B. S., ' 68. Alex. T. Leonard, A B., ' lo. Address all cotnmuuications to The Redwood, Santa Clara College, California Terms of subscription, I1.50 a year; single copies, 15 cents EDITORIAL COMMENT Sweet is gratitude; it is one of those things that lift us above the world and its material struggle and selfishness, and „, , . , make us realize that our Thanksgiving j ., . it is a touch of the Divine in the human, it is really godlike. What is there that can make a person more satisfied for having done a good action than a word of recognition or appreciation from the one he has benefitted ? Gratitude, spon- taneous unfeigned gratitude, is the link that holds friends together, and takes from social life itshollowness. If then it is so pleasant to our hearts, how much more so must it be to Him who fashioned the very cockles of our heart even after the model of his own! 72 THE REDWOOD We recall quite vividly the words spoken half iu reproach, half in sadness, " Were there not ten? " to the solitary leper that had the manliness to return and thank Christ for having cured him. How pleasant then it must be to Him to see this great nation stand up and bare its head, and say: " Great Creator, we thank Thee. What we are we have from Thee. We have not forgotten that we are dust, fashioned into life by Thy hands. " Great Britain was urged to bear this truth in mind by the poet Kipling iu one of his best remembered poems. And it is well to remember that our glorious Lincoln constantly directed the attention of this nation to depend- ence on God. In every message to congress, in every proclamation to the people he made that point prominent. So Portugal has had its revolution! The King has been driven out and a President has been put in his place. This in itself does not necessarily deserve to Newest criticised, for we Republic , , have our own example to look back upon when we broke away from the ruling power of England, and behold! we are now a grand and glorious Republic that merits the praise and respect of every other nation. But the question at issue is, does every race know how to profit by a Republic? Can they wield it to their own advantage? or will it be the cause of their own destruction? We have, we must confess, our misgivings about Por- tugal. Take one of the first acts of this new republic. It was to insult the Sis- ters, to murder some and expel others. Now we do things very diflFerently in this country. Apart from religious motives, we look upon the Sisterhood as a very useful even necessary social asset. There is no one on the Pacific Coast that has not read of the heroic work of the Sisters of Mt. St. Joseph in San Francisco, some weeks ago, when they saved over four hundred little or- phans from the flames that destroyed their home. The whole country re- sounded with their praise and large subscriptions were generously and wil- lingly sent from all over the state of California. Men of all creeds and no creed were anxious to see the good work of the noble Sisters continue. We don ' t think, therefore, that this, the newest Republic, has begun very auspiciously. A republic, Americans ought to know, is a wonderful form of government, but there are some races that need a king. We have only to glance at the pages of history to be as- sured of this fact. Turn to France and see how after it expelled its king, the nation wavered between a republic, a monarchy, and almost every other form of government for years; and even now it cannot be said to be a wonderful suc- cess. We fancy another Napoleon would find in the present state of affairs, hearts yearning for an empire and emperor. Whether the Portugal repub- lic is to be a permanent government or not, the future alone can reveal. We can THE REDWOOD 73 judge at present only from the actions of the revolutionists during the past few weeks which have manifested to the world nothing but anarchy and barbar- ism. The change of a government, and consequently the change of a nation ' s customs, is a thing that must be taken very slowly and carefully. Blind vio- lence is a sign of either desperation or lunacy. It is often seen in a cornered beast or a mad dog, and should be found there only. A republic must be built out of saner stuff. The Rev. Fr. Ricard We are very happy to have the op- portunity to quote the following appre- ciation of our esteemed professor, the Rev. Fr. Ricard, from the lips of a well known fellow scientist, Mr. W. T. Foster of Washington, D. C. It occurs in Fos- ter ' s Weather Bulletin under date of Nov. 5. " It is believed that the cause of sun- spots and their relation to our earth- weather have been found, and an effort will be made to utilize these discover- ies for the benefit of the human race. The cause is not in the sun as is gener- ally believed by astronomers, but is found to come from the changing rela- tive positions of the sun and the major planets. Professor Jerome S. Ricard, in charge of the astronomical observatory in con- nection with Santa Clara College at Santa Clara, near San Francisco, is making a special study of sunspots and their relation to earth phenomena. Prof. Ricard is not trying to prove a theory but is trying to discover facts and therefore our investigations promise to be valuable to the human race. Too many of our great astronomers are so fixed in bondage to old theories that they refuse to entertain new ideas. Not so with Professor Ricard. With him actual facts are the all important stepping stones along the path of his scientific researches. Professor Ricard, Dr. Atkins, Luther Burbank, citizens of that wonderful country that has made the great city of San Francisco possible, are men of the hour who are and will be of lasting benefit to our race because of their intense thought in searching out the mainsprings that underlie natural phenomena and natural laws. We will hear more about these great scientists and more about Prof. Ricard ' s investi- gations of sunspots and their relations to our earth. " It is with deepest regret that we have just been informed of the death of the Very Rev. H.J. Goller, S. J., Provincial of the Society of Jesus on the Pacific Coast. r 2 T ° ' Goller, S. J. j personal friend. He was a great and good man and it is the prayer of all at Santa Clara that his soul may soon be admitted to enjoy the sight of his Creator and his God, whom on this earth he served so well. W. C. Talbot 74 THE REDWOOD Owing, perhaps, to the numerous diffi- culties besetting the pu ' olication of the initial number of a college monthly, we have so far been unable to review many of our usual exchanges. We are fully aware of these difficulties and on our part there can be no complaint. How- ever, we hope soon to be able to welcome into port all our old friends, and to find them laden with a rich cargo of fiction, essay and verse gathered in the peace- ful hours of vacation from mountain and sea-shore. In the magazines already at hand, we may complain of no dearth of excellent literature and we shall content ourselves with a remark here and there in praise, blame, or remonstrance, as fancy directs us. " Homeric Armour and Mr. Lang, " in in The Catholic University Bulletiyi, is a scholarly essay on the subject of ancient manuscripts, and as the title implies, chiefly on those pertaining to Homer. The writer ably shows the importance of systematic research in this noble field, and the greater importance of giv- ing these results to the public in their true light. Some of Mr. L,ang ' s errors are clearly pointed out. — The book reviews of this magazine are scholarly and are read with much interest. The best that the Yale Literary Mag- azine oflFers us this month is an essay on " Locke ' s Novels and the Present Prose, " which shows a deal of familiarity with this writer ' s fine points. Though somewhat profuse in praise, it is, on the whole, excellent. " The Dream Quest, " a story, does not come up to the usual good standard set by this maga- zine. On reading the first page one would naturally expect a tip-top stor) ' , but the plot is weak, and the ending, besides being the usual " love-story " ending, is poorly written. There is some good verse in the October issue of this Lit. Although, nowadays very little inter- est is taken in the highly fantastic and improbable tale, wherein the hero over- comes stone walls, scales the sides of overhanging precipices and penetrates granite fortresses to rescue the heroine, you will read " The Hidden Valley, " in the Nassau Literary Magazine with in- creasing interest, anxiously awaiting the turning point to get an inkling of what is going to result. The story is excellent and surpasess many found in THE REDWOOD 75 some of the best current magazines. " The Recluse, " is also a good piece of fiction, but the ending leaves us a trifle unsatisfied. This magazine, on the whole is very readable. A neat little book is it in appearance, and its contents do not belie the first impressions. More verse, however, would greatly enhance its literary value. The Carolinian is not without its quo- ta of respectable verse. " The Valley of Rest ' ' has a beautiful underlying thought told in a catchy meter, and the lan- guage is irreproachable. " The Departing " and " The Mer- maid ' s Sepulchre " are worthy of men- tion. The common fault, scarcity of fiction, is noticeable in this magazine. A paper on a subject that in these days must always be timely, appears in The Laurel. This essay is plainly writ- ten and straight to the point, and is forcible in its simplicity. It portrays with precision the wide and ever widen- euing gulf between the laboring classes and those of higher station, and shows the absurdity of the latter in keeping this gulf unspannable. Another essay in The Laurel, which we read with much interest and profit was, " The Col- lege Bred Man. " We quote, from The Pacific Star a poem in dialect from a former Redwood writer, L. A. Fernsworth. BOOTEYE PETE ' S LAMENT Thar ' s a tuggin ' at my heart-strings, That ' s a thumpin ' in my chest. An ' my wind conies thick an ' heavy. An ' the nights don ' bring no rest; An ' my vittels taste like worm-wood. An ' my whiskey tastes like gall, An ' in throwin of the lasso Seems my rope ain ' t got no haul; Oh! my hed jes ' swims an ' teeters, An ' niy limbs got no vim. For ray pard has turned agin ' me Passed me up, he hez, my Jim. When the boys they get ter shoutin ' , An ' bloody things pop loose, I tries ter dis — remember. An ' ter mix but ' tain ' t no use; Seems my heart it jes gets heavier, Seems it ' s been split square in two Per my pard hez turned agin ' me. As he uster love so true. Yes, ray pard, he ' s turned agin ' me, He ' s quit my bunk fer good ' Sbelieved some sneaks, he lies erbout me, (Lor ' , I don ' see how he could) So I ' m sick an ' sad an ' lonely, An ' can ' t see nothin ' that ' s wuth while, An ' my heart can ' t find no comfort An ' the tears come like a chil ' . If it wuz some gal that shook me, Then thar might abeen some hope; That ' s their matter, an ' thar ' s plenty More unbranded ' s I could rope But my pal, my Jim, my bunkmate. For ter pass me up ' tain ' t white Yes I knows now: Jim ' s been poisoned, By some sarpint in the night. I . A. FERNSWORTH — October Pacific Star. C. A. Degnan. 76 THE REDWOOD CAMFOJiWlA STATE PRISONS, THEIR. HISTORY, MANACiMENT AND DEVELOPMENT BY TIRSY Iv. FORD The latest addition to the Hbrary is a work on the new science of penology, for which we are indebted to Tirey L. Ford, President of the State Board of Prison Directors. In this book the history, development, and management of our State prisons are narrated from the early fifties, when prisoners were incarcerated in a filthy ship moored in the San Francisco Bay, off Valiejo, and were let out to contrac- tors whose only principle was to get the maximum amount of work out of the convicts on the least possible expendi- ture for their board and lodging, up till the present time, when the criminal classes are lodged at the modern prison plants of San Ouentiu and Folsom. Penology, as we understand it, consists in a study of the problem presented to the prison authorities, which, in short, is this: A separation of the confirmed criminal from the casual offender, the former to be safely secured for the good of society, and the latter to be gradual- ly restored to respectable citizenship. Penology examines the means of accom- plishing this reformation. The writer ably points out the differ- ence in the old theory of the treatment of prisoners , when the commission of a crime branded one a social outcast, de- serving of no more consideration than a beast, and the modern theory, which considers criminals the partial products of environment and not altogether re- sponsible for their fallen state. The prison authorities in the solution of their problem consider " first offend- ers " as men who have gone wrong once, but who are not likely to go wrong again, if placed under the proper influence and in a proper environment. The essential features of the new pen- ology are the single cell; the classifica- tion of prisoners; the surrounding them THE REDAVOOD 77 with an atmosphere of normal life, in- cluding work, instruction, regulation, the habit of industry; the indeterminate sentence; the parole; employment un- der surveillance — all leading to pardon, restoration to citizenship, and an honor- able and useful life. Each of these features is clearly ex- plained and the excellent work being done in California is pointed out. While we are progressing, yet we are behind some States in this humane work of re- forming the inmates of our peniten- tiaries. The Board of Prison Directors deserve great commendation for their work of educating the people of Califor- nia in the problems pending solution at San Quentin and Folsorn, and when the people understand, th.e necessary legis- lation must follow. As long as any homes, any schools, reform or otherwise, and any churches fail in their duty of instilling into the youth sound moral principles, crim- inals will continue to abound and penitentiaries and reformatories will continue to stand a monument to neg- lected youth. But humanity demands that everything possible be done for the reform of those unfortunates v, ' ho are capable of responding to good influences, and in whose hearts hope for the future can be reawakened. Hardin Barry. Those who read the review of Twelve Centuries of English Prose and Poetry, in this department last month, will remember that surprise was expressed on account of the few seclectiohs from Thomas Gray and Cardinal Newman. The following from Mr. A. J. Newcom- er, Professor of English at Stanford University and senior editor of the above mentioned book is self explana- tory. Stanford University, Cal. October 19, 1910. Dear Mr. Demartini: I wish to thank you for a genuinely discriminating review of our volume of " Twelve Centuries, " which I have just read in The Redwood. It may interest you to know that Newman ' s " Lead, Kindly Eight, " perhaps the most beau- tiful hymn ever written, was not only not forgotten, but was actually in type, and finally cancelled, though very re- luctantly, because it interfered with our principle of massing, so far as possible, poetry and prose separately. At one time I thought of placing it back among the later Georgian Lyrics (since it was written early in Newman ' s life) but that would have placed Newman in two periods, which did not seem wise. I quite agree with you, too, in wishing there had been more of Gray, but we cancelled several of his poems also after they were in type, because of the inex- orable limits of space. And by the way allow me to saj ' a word of praise for the dignified and generally artistic appearance of your college paper. Yours truly, A. G. Newcomer. J. F. D. " THE TUK.N OF THE TIDE " This is a simple, yet clever romance from the pen of Miss Mary Agatha 78 THE REDAVOOD Gray, a promising novelist of the young- er school. It is an interesting story of England, in which the lives of the fish- erman, the ruralist and the smuggler are vividlj ' depicted. The plot in the main is this: Hilda, the heroine, is betrothed to Jesse Amos, an honest 5 ' oung fisherman and a friend since childhood. To guard her father from public disgrace, Hilda marries, much against her wishes, Moncrieff, a murderer and smuggler, while the townsfolk gossip. Amnos returns only to be an unwilling spectator at the wed- ding of his promised wife; he suspects something wrong. However, finding himself unable to better matters, and as a solace to his deep grief, he goes to sea. Moncrieflf, the villian of the story, had murdered Amos ' father and had blamed the deed upon the father of Hilda, a man of weak character, and entirely under Moncrieff ' s influence. The wed- ding day of the heroine was for her the beginning of a life of misery, yet she bore it patiently. Her sympathizers were few and her torturers those who should have been her best friends. Nicholas, Hilda ' s father, finally shows signs of repentance, and clears his name of the murder. Then upon the birth of a daughter to his wife the murderer flees from home and later is found in a dying condition in the smuggler ' s cave. He died as he had lived and Hilda is again free. She recovers from a long siege of sickness and is once more hap- py. Jesse returns, after a long absence, and finding his love not forgotten, soon claims the fair widow as his own. The characters of Hilda and Jesse are well portrayed. As for Moncrieff, a better efi ' ect might be secured by his suffering more remorse of conscience and even a more fearful death. The description of the Judson family, the parrott, and " Mr. Babbo, " the ape, add greatly to the humorous vein. Hil- da ' s wandering, while in a delirium, and the old-fashioned Christmas are master- ly touches worthy of special mention. " The Turn of the Tide, " affords sev- eral interesting hours of edification and pleasure. If more books of the kind were written, it would be a very fine thing, for they would be strong enough to cause " a turn of the tide " in the liter- ary world. Benziger Bros., New York. $1-25 E. McDonnell Other books received, some of which we shall review in our next issue are: From Benziger Bros., New York, The Friendly Little House and other stories; Around the world; Our t,ady ' s Lutenist, by Rev. D. Bearne, S. J., 65 cts. From P. J. Kennedy, New York, Early Steps in the Fold, by F. De Zuiueta, S. J. $1.00. World Corporation, by King C. Gillette. Harbin Barry. THE REDWOOD 79 , iaS ' 53 ' 68 We learn with regret of the death of Mr. Armistead Gonlder, a member of the Faculty of 1 853. The Statesman of Boise, Idaho, for October 26, speaks of his illness and death atgreatlength. We shallhave much to say of Mr. Goulder in our next issue. We wish to thank Mr. George A. Sedgley, B. S. ' 68, for the great interest that he has taken in The Redwood, both present and past; for the kindness he has shown, always being willing to give what information he possessed relating to the success achieved by the old boys. We here would say, that any letter or note from old students addressed to Mr. Sedgley will be most heartily accepted and published in these col- umns. The Redwood takes great pleasure in announcing that Orestes J. Orena, B. S., 77, who is a prominent lawyer in Santa Barbara is no longer numbered in the ranks of the Bachelors. Mr. Orena and his bride, a very accomplished young ' 77 ' 87 lady, traveled on an extended honey- moon through Mexico where they at- tended the Mexican celebration. We extend to Mr. and Mrs. Orena our heart- felt congratulations and best wishes. Lately Mr. Otto S. Stoesser, B. S. ' 87, received no little praise for the zeal and energy he showed while acting in the position of President of the Apple Annual at Walsonville, California. To him is due much of the credit for the grand and magnificent success that the celebration achieved. Mr. Stoesser is a prominent and prosperous merchant in Pajaro Valley. Another of the class of 1900 " has gone and done it. " The REDWOOd and the Faculty of Santa Clara extend their best wishes to Mr. Valente Filippini, A. B. 1900, on the occasion of his marriage to Miss Charlotte Demartini. The Rev. Fr. Palpani performed the marriage cere- mony which was held at the home of the bride. The newly wed couple then departed on their honeymoon, v hich 80 THE REDWOOD will include a tour of Southern Califor- nia. The bride is a sister of Mr. Jos. F. Demartini, well known in college circles. To the many friends of John H. Rior- don, A. B. ' 05, M. B. ' 09, it will no doubt be a welcome piece of news to hear that he has re- cently been made an an instructor in the Law Department of our College. We congratulate John and wish him success in his new line of work. To J. Wal ter Scbmitz, A. B. ' 07, we wish to extend our sincerest sympathy on the death of his be- ' 07 loved father. Walter has charge of the estate which his father leaves behind him, including a ranch of 6000 acres in Madera County. In the early part of last month we received the announcement of the mar- riage of Mr. Leo Edward Wagner to Miss Clara Cable on Wednesday, the twelfth of October. The wedding was solem- nized at St. Mary ' s Church, Sandusky, Ohio. The Redwood wishes them every success. We take this opportuni- ty of thanking Mr. Wagner for the in- ' 05 ' 07 terest he has never failed to take in Santa Clara and in The Redwood, although thousands of miles intervene between him and us. We appreciate this kindness very deeply. Herman F. Budde, A. M. ' 07, and his brother Bernard, ' 10 are soon to return to " the dear old hills of California " and to the sweet vale of Santa Clara after an ex- tended tour in Europe. The letters re- ceived from them by friends here are full of interest. The many friends of Cyril Smith, A. B. ' 09, will no doubt be greatly pleased when they learn that he has recently received a magnificent position in the United States Engineering Department. Cyril left his home ' ' or Washington, D. C, several weeks ago, from whence he is to journey on to Cuba to take up his work in his favored profession. James R. Daly, A. B. ' 09, is teaching school at Seattle College, where he suc- cessfully completed a course last semes- ter leading to a Master of Arts Degree. D. J. Tadich. ' 09 THE REDAVOOD The Senior Dramatic T he tirst meeting of the Stnior Dra- matic club was held last month to select the students who will participate iii the drama, Bethlehem, which will be staged under the direction of Mr. Edmund Lovv ' e dur- Society . g j.j g Christmas sea- son. Mr. Lowe, an alumnus of S. C. C. is at present teaching elocution with great success in the Academic Classes. Those who attended last year ' s drama, the Bells, will recall with great pleasure his unexcelled portrayal of the very difficult character of Mathias, the Inn Keeper. Associated with Mr. L,owe in staging Bethlehem are the Rev. D.J. Kavanagh, S. J., and Mr. V. White, S. J., the former being the author of the play and the latter a man who has a com- plete understanding of theatricals. Mr. lyOwe will also assume the lead- ing part in this drama, with the well known C. Posey as second man upon the planks. Others chosen for speak- ing parts are as follows: H. Ganahl will be the Herod, having proved his ability in the showing made by him when he played the mesmerist in the Bells; Dion Holms, who won applause as King David in the St. Ignatius ' College play will be the Prophet of Beth- lehem, while Messrs. S. Best, S. Heney, J. Hartman, C. Castruccio, L,. O ' Connor, L. Lynch, B. Blake, F. Warren. H. Gal- lagher and F. Voight will also be given lines. Daniel J. Tadich has been the efficient stage manager of this society for several years and on account of his good work will again lead " the crew. " Joe Ray will attend the ' ' lighter " part of the work as stage electrician, so now at last the old man will show a " flash ' ' once in a while. The members of the Junior Dramatic Society held their first meeting of the new semester last month. They have been indeed fortunate The in securing Mr. Quevedo, J ' ' " S. J. to pilot the ship through the coming year, as he is a man well read and with a heart full of love for the boys under him. The election of officers took place and the ballot box bestowed the honors of 82 THE REDWOOD the Vice- Presidency upon the oldest member of the society, Frank D. Warren. The vacancy left by Secretary O ' Con- nor will be filled by the able Mr. H. W. McGowan, while the management of financial afiFairs will be in the hands of Mr. Robert Jeffress. The remaining offices of Librarian, Sergeant at-Arms, and Ways and Means will be discharged by Messrs. Rodney Yoell, De Martini and White respectively. The Society looks forward with antici- pation to the Second Debate with St. Ignatius. It is probable that the same men of last year ' s team will defend the J. D. S. at the coming meet. The Seniors have elected the fol- lowing officers of their class: Mr. F. Blake, president, who, by the way, is one of the most popular men of the College, and a member of the Philalethic Senate. Mr. Daniel Tadich, the old football veteran and head man of the stage, will act as Treasurer. He is a member of the House of Philhistorians and was hon- ored with the Senior Nobili Medal last semester. The Secretary will be Mr. A. C. Posey of Oakland, our yell leader for the year. Mr. Posey is a talented vocalist and an athlete of rare ability. We expect to see him act the part of Captain to our Basket Ball team this year. He will take a leading part in the coming play, Bethlehem. We wish him and his classmates all success lor the coming year. Class of 1911 We wish to extend our hearty thanks to all those who have been in- strumental in securing the many im- provements about the Improvements We need not say that the tennis courts will prove a blessing to those who take no in- terest in baseball, football or track. We wish only that steps be taken to embellish the new reading room with new books and current periodicals, as the rainy season will be upon us with all its dreariness in a few mouths. After two weeks of cold water, the hot showers are running again. The football players have ceased to perform their ablutions with frig- Another . , , , ., o id water, and the Sun- Improvement , , , , day bathers have in- creased in number. The reason is the installation of a new boiler in the Col- lege laundry. The nev steam gener- ator is of the horizontal return-tubular flue type 14 feet by 45 inches. It is equipped with herring-bone grates, half front, dome and a 40 foot stack. It con- tains 44 — 3 inch tubes, has double riveted lap joints, will burn oil and is capable of carrying 120 lbs. pre.ssure. While it was being installed, the engine room was renovated and cleaned. The boiler will supply steam for the laundry. It was furnished by the Joshua Hendy Iron Works of San Francisco. A most unusual happening this month is the issue of the Swastika, a pa- per by the Day Scholars of the present THE RED WOO I) 83 The Swastika and the past. It is a note worth} ' event. Too much importance cannot be attached to it. To the stiidents who contributed to the undertaking and especially to the able members of the Faculty, to whose enterprise and enthu- siasm the Swastika owes its suggestion and successful accomplishment, the Rev. Mr. Ryan, S. J., and Dr.Chas. D. South, we offer our heartiest congratulations. By it they have demonstrated, what many of us knew before, that among the Day Scholars there was a loyalty and solidarity that could be depended upon for doing things. We congratulate every Day Scholar of the present and the past. It is an honor to them all. L. O ' Connor. 84 THE REDWOOD Santa Clara 8 Santa Clara 8 Santa Clara 3 Santa Clara 5 Santa Clara o Santa Clara 6 Santa Clara 18 Stanford Freshmen o University of Nevada 6 California Freshman 3 Stanford Freshmen 8 Olympic 3 Stanford 2nd Varsity 16 Stanford All-Stars 3 Seven games played, three defeats, three victories and one drawn game. Not so bad. Considering that the crip- pled condition of the boys necessitated many changes in the team, the Varsity did splendidly. The absence of Sims was keenly felt in the backfield during his recent illness, virhile Tramutolo, Detels and Holm have also been on the injured list but have participated nevertheless in the contests. Many other Varsity men have played regardless of injured knees, etc., and this, of course, handicapped the team- work considerably. The first three games which resulted very favorably were played with all the men in condition. Lately however, Dame Fortune has taken a hand playing a little havoc in the personnel of the team. However, by November 5th all will, we hope, be in good form and we ' ll drag the colors of the Pacific tigers deeper in the mire. November 19th St. Mary ' s! This is the game. Let ' s get behind the team, fel- lows, show our true Santa Clara spirit, and let ' s wipe out our glorious defeat of last year. This is after all the game we are all striving for, so jump in and when the time comes get behind your team and the team will back you. Lest year we walloped them in root- ing, while they won the game; this year get together fellow-rooters, continue your victory and the team will surely bring home the bacon on the 19th. Santa Clara 3 California FresKsnen S In one of the fiercest games of the season the speedy Blue and Gold Babies held our fast Varsity to an even score THE REDWOOD 85 of Rugby on California ' s field, Saturdriy, October ist. It was the most exciting game played as yet on California ' s field. Long kicks by both O ' Hara and Detels, which found touch most frequently saved the day on many occasions for each team. Many brilliant passing rushes featured the contest, Dills of the Babies shining quite conspicuously. Berkeley had her best team in the field, playing all the men that had been heretofore on the Varsity squad. The Blue and Gold Babies tore into the game with much gusto, Allen mak- ing the first score of the day. He secured the ball in a loose ruck and crossed the Red and White ' s line — McMahon failing to convert the try. Voight tallied the Red and White ' s only points by a splendid run; the goal was diflScult and and was not converted. The game ended with both teams fighting hard, but neither could break the tie. Santa Clara 5 Stanford FresKmen 6 At Stanford, October 8th, in a loosely played game Santa Clara met defeat at the hands of the Stanford Babies by the score of 8 to 5. Henry of Stanford scored the first points of the affair, Geisleer converting. Before this try, the ball was booted in the Babies territory three successive times by YbarroJido; on one occasion we were on the Babe ' s 5 yard line, over- anxiousness preventing a score. Many opportunities were presented in the first half but the boys seemed to be effected by the heat. In the second reel the Red and White warriors took a shot of hop and played some real classy Rugby. Stanford scored her second try in the last five minutes of play. Reeves crossing the line from a beautiful pass- ing rush of 25 yards, Boulware, Harri- gan and Reeves being responsible. Geisleer mis.sedgoal from a very difiicult angle but made a creditable attempt. Kantlehner crossed Stanford ' s line in the second period and had dear old S. C. played the first as they played the closing canto ' twould, be a difTerent reading the score w ould take. But such is Rugby. " Our Tommy, " converted a very difiicult goal, also play- ing fine ball as half. Jarrett, Tramutolo, Ganahl, Best and Barry also starred for Santa Clara. Santa Clara O Olympic Club 3. Santa Clara o, Olympics 3 — sounds fine! Candidly, kind reader, would you have foretold such an unmerciful beating? Would you think it possible that the crack Olympic team defeated our Varsity by the overwhelming score of 3 — o. Pretty lucky at that, too! From a loose ruck Jarrett soused the ball an awful boot, Meyer, of the Olympics who was playing farther out on the line than usual, grabbing the 86 THE REDWOOD pigskin after it had been knocked down and romped over the line for an easy score. The try at conversion failed, and believe me, the Olympics had no license to scores all. They played a grand game no doubt, but nevertheless our boysplayed as well. As it was, fellows, we went into that game booked to loose. We were play- ing on the defensive. What, if we had loosened up and started a little offense. Well, it was sure a good game, at that, well worth the money, so, let ' s not dig up the where fores. Quite a crowd, including dolls, turned out to see the team play its initial home game. Everyone was tuned up to a nicety and the many brilliant spurts kept the spectators on edge throughout the game. The punting of Aguirre in the second spell saved the Olympic ' s goat on many occasions. Notwithstanding Aguirre ' s sensational work, Santa Clara forced the winged O ' s to a five yard scrum several times. Dolan, Trowbridge, Molfino and Meyer figured in a series of passes which prom- ised another score but the ball was forced to touch just as the final whistle blew. The whole Santa Clara team played a very plucky game, Jarrett starring by his pretty tackles. Ramage also broke into the limelight with a brace of well- placed kicks. On the whole, the team played sensational Rugby and it was sure hard luck that the score did not read o — o when the final gong rang. The lineup follows: Santa Clara Position Olympics Detels Fullback Briggs Kelly Three-quarters ( Pierson Molfino Holm Three-quarter Meyer Best Three-quarters Wallfisch Fowler Three-quarters Goodell Gallagher Outside Half Lunt Ybarrondo Scrum Half Parker Tramutolo Wing Forward Jarrett Forward R. Brown Vojght 1 f Molfino I M. Brown Tadich ) Guerrierri 1 Patten i " Aguirre Barry " Dolan Lyng Hogan S Haley Ganahl " Skov Kantlehener Trowbridge Wickener Stanford 2nd Varsit Santa Clara 6 16 Stanford ' s 2nd Varsity ran away with its game with the Red and White on October 22nd by the score of 16 — 6. It was a very loosely played game, — both teams pulling off a few mush- head stunts, — Santa Clarans being the more offensive. • ' Nap " vSmith, the former Pacific tiger, was the bright feature of the day. He scored two tries, converting one for his team, besides playing his position well. Stanford crossed our line four times, converting twice, Kelly scored first for the College. Stanford fumbled and the ball crossed Stanford ' s line. Kelly showed a burst of speed beating the Stanfordites to the THE REDWOOD 87 ball, scoring three points. Ybarroudo, failed to convert on a difficult angle. Jarrett crossed Stanford ' s line in the final round after a brilliant run of 25 yards, Ybarrondo again failing to con- vert on a hard chance. This ended the scoring, the end com- ing with the ball in Stanford territory. Santa Clara 18 Stanford All-Stars 3 Classy Rugby featured the game be- tween the Varsity and the Stanford All- Stars on our gridiron, Saturday October 29th. Santa Clara emerged victorious after a furious tussle with the Stanfordites by the score of 18 — 3. No doubt the interest centered in Voight, — Santa Clara ' s star forward. His brilliant playing figuring chiefly — or rather wholly in Stanford ' s defeat. Three pretty runs by Voight scored as many trys for Santa Clara, Ybarrondo handily converting all but one. The fourth score was made by Patten after a dribbling rush and a series of passes, Ybarrondo converting. Though Voight ' s fine playing showed itself conspicuously, still Ganahl and in fact the team as a whole played brilliant Rugby. The contest put a nice finishing touch to the team preparatory to their annual contest with U. P., taking place Satur- day, November 5. The boys are all in good condition and we hope to hear of a glorious vic- tory. Second Team 27 Watson.- ville High 3 The Second Team journeyed to the land where apples grow October 26th and plucked the pippins 27 — 3. The game was hotly contested in the first half the score at the end being 6 — 3. The second spell however saw our team roaming over the field scoring at will. In justice to WatsonviUe we must say however that for novices they put up a fine, classy exhibition of the game and bid fair in a short while to rival any of the high schools of the State in the game of Rugby. Lammiman, Captain of WatsonviUe High, played brilliantly scoring the only try for his team the score coming early in the first half, L,ammiman mak- ing a pretty run of thirty yards. " Buck " Hogan of the second team was the particular star, his many tries and conversions raising the score considera- bly. " Buck " crossed Watsonville ' s line three times, converted three other trys and drop-kicked a beauty over Watson- ville ' s goal posts from the 40 yard line. Dolan, Long and Holm also crossed Watsonville ' s line for scores. Second Team 9 Manzanita High 3 Immediately after the game between Santa Clara Varsity and the Stanford All-Stars, the Second Varsity tackled the ManzanitaHigh Rugby team beating them to the tune of 9 — 3. 88 THE REDWOOD It was a pretty contest, both teams playing excellent Rugby. Guerrierri, Tadich and Sargent, each scored a try for the second team. The Manzanlta boys though lighter than the College team always figured, their many, nicely executed passing rushes keeping the interest at all times. One of these passing rushes secured Manzanita ' s only score of the day. Santa Clara 2nd Team O St. Mary ' s 2nd Team 3 St. Mary ' s and Santa Clara opened their rival athletic relations for the season ' lo- ' ii, Tuesday, November ist, in a contest of Rugby Football on Santa Clara ' s gridiron, the contesting teams representing the second Varsity of each College. St. Mary ' s took home the coveted bacon, the score standing 3 — o when the final whistle blew. The try came about the middle of the first half. St. Mary ' s kicked from the thirty-five yard line to Santa Clara ' s ten yard line. Full-back McDonnell was right on the job but the ball took a bad bound. Before " J- Mo " could retrieve the twisting pigskin the St. Mary ' s forwards were upon him. In the mix-up that followed, the ball rolled over the line, Clinton of St. Mary ' s being the lucky possessor of the oval. The try was not converted, which attempt I might add, was very " el punko " , the ball being kicked from about five yards to the right of the goal posts and about twenty yards to the fore. This try was the only one of the game though Santa Clara had many op- portunities to score. The pigskin for the most part of each reel hovered in St. Mary ' s territory dangerously close to their chalk- line. Many times St. Mary ' s seconds were held to a five yard scrum, but at the critical moment their defense was im- pregnable as was also Santa Clara ' s, barring the lucky try made by Cliutou. A second game will be played in the near future on the St. Mary ' s gridiron to settle the di.spute. Santa Clara 26, University of Pacific O Owing to shortness of time and lack of space we can do nothing but record our decisive victory over our old-time foe U. P. to the tune of 26 to o. More in our next issue. Marco S. Zarick, Jr. THE REDWOOD 13€ i EjSR. ' Y ST. THE REDWOOD N ' S SKave SKop " " room 14 SAFE DEPOSIT BANK™ SAN JOSE, CAL. The Shop of fhe SHAVE and the SHINE OBERDEENER ' S PHARMACY For BruQS and SundH s E odalis and Kodak Supplies Franklin Street, Santa Clara, Cal. Yoiang JVTen ' s Kurnish-ings And the New Fall and Winter styles in Neckwear, HosiePy and GloveS oung men ' s Suits and l sts O ' BRIEN ' S =Santa Clara Cal. SWEATER COATS MAXMING SUITS ATHLETIC GOODS Hosiery Underwear FOR AI,I, OCCASIONS Corner Post and Grant Avenue, San Francisco T. r. SOURISSEAU JEWELER 143 South First Street San Jose, Cal. MOLL BROS. %al Estate and Insurance Call and see us if you want any thing in our line Franklin Street, next to Bank Santa Clara, Cal. THE REDWOOD Established 1875 ■ Phone San Jose 3325 WE invite our college friends to call and see our Tall Stock o1 Wedding, ' Birthday and Christmas Gifts. The largest stock of the latest novelties in fine Gold and Silver Jewelry, American Watches and Solid Silver articles. GEO. W. RYDER SON JEWELERS Safe Deposit Bank Building 8 South First Street, San Jose ■laBrtT.miKOgtiBa vifjijtvTOTPrjTrimljtgsctrT-ig FIDELITY HAMS BACON AND LARD TINT. TTSTTJ} AT D TliUE THE MORAN COMPANY SAN FRANCISCO . !!! i ' S.«» " ' S -4w @ - -$- -» M« $. -« - » Step into McCABE ' S and get crowned with one of those new college hats. San Jose ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ «- ' » «« 4 » HK 4 ' ' 4SK THE REDWOOD i Collegians, when i„ San Jose drop in j J and have us serve you with J J the very best Ice Cream or Soda in San Jose. Order 3 ' our ? French Candies from us. 4 I RUDOLPH ' S { I !6 Setsth first Street aod d7 East Sareta Clara Street, $m Joss | V. SALBERG E. GADDI Umpire Pool Room Santa Clara, Cal. Vir ' C BI API? CONFECTIONERY, y ILl i3 rL JWjUli for ICE CREAM AND SODA Victor D. May Successor to Mrs. Scully The Belmont ?ib 24s2e Fovintain Alley H. E. WILCOX D. M. BURNETT ATTORNEYS AT I,AW Rooms 19 and 20, Safe Deposit Building San Jose, Cal. 6 PER GENT. INTEREST Paid on Term Deposits Continental Building and Loan Association Apply to ROBERT A. FATJO " MEN ' S CI.OTHES SMOF? ' Gents ' Furnishings, Hats and Shoes. Agency of Royal Tailors Pay L,es» aud raress Etett r E. M. ALBEN Phone Clay 741 Santa Clara, Cal. 1054 Franklin Street THE REDWOOD SANTA CLARA CYCLERY ro. COUGHI IN, I»rora. Sa.ta Clara Co«.t y pjg gg |jjjg J-y Jg flll uE .T Full line of Bicycles and Sundries Franklin Street, next to Coffee Club - - Phone Temporary 140 -f I A. PALADINI I -f T t Wholesale and Retail - t FISH £IEAI.KM | " " FRKSH, SAI,T, SMOKED, PICKI.SD and DRIED FISH J San Francisco Z Telephone North 1261 Perfect Satisfaction Guaranteed Enterprise Laundry Company 867 SHERMAN STREET I. RUTH, Agent - - - 1037 Franklin Street =— George ' s Barber Shop— CLEAN SHAVE GOOD HAJRCUTTING Agency Temple Laundry Santa Ciara, Cal. i IDOERR ' S 176-182 South First Street, San Jose Branch at Clark ' s Order your pastry in advance Picnic Lunches ♦♦♦♦»♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦»♦♦ R. E. IVIARSti Dealer in f orniture, Carpets, Linoleums, IVlatting, Window Shades, Etc. Upliolsterlng: and Carpet Work A Specialty Phone Clay 576 I.O. O. F. Building, Santa Clara, Cal. THE REDWOOD Murphy 6rant % ( Wholesale Dry Goods, Furnishing Goods Notions, White Goods, Laces ?. E, Cor, Sansotm and Bush ts, San Ttancisco Crescent Shaving Parlors J. D. TRUAX, Prop. Laundry Agency Main Street, Santa Clara BE JffllN sens AND OVERCOATS and the Best Stock of MEN ' S FURNISHING GOODS Cfiniiiiigliaiii s 78 South First St. San Jose, Cal. ' r=J =Jr=J =J =Jr=Jr=Jr=Jr= i r=Jr= Jr=Jr==J r=z Cunningham, Curtiss Wdch STATIONERS I I s] Printers, Booksellers and Blank Book Manufacturers i ij] 561-571 MARKET STREET, SAN FRANCISCO, CAL. j ra=!Jr=zJr=3T==Jr=Jr=iir= r=iJ=3ri=I, =l( !I THE REDWOOD Whirl vind The new shoe for men. High heels, broad, high toes— the swell thing this season. $4.00 and $5.00 WalK-Over SKoes This picture shows the new High Toe Model " The Coaster. " Car- ried in all leathers. ISAllt HA.iSKIlSfAlOlt ' SPlIIIlllCOW S3.5e, U, S4.50, m OUINN BRODER ' S CUalk«Over Shoe Store 41-43 South First Street San Jose M. B. BELL DELICACIES AND GENERAL CATERER Punch ' Bolvls, Candlelahras, Dishes, Glass and Silberlvare 27 E. Santa Clara St. San Jose, Gal. THE REDWOOD FRED M. STERNjMLeatherMan Wallets, Fobs, Toilet Sets Art Leather, Trunks Suit Cases 77 North First St. San Jose, California I You Caii ' t Beat tlie Best And we always hand out the finest Candies, Fancy Drinks and Ices. Headquarters for College Boys who know what ' s Good F. A. ALDERMAN stationi;ry, bi ank books, : tc. CIGARS AND TOBACCO All Kinds of Fountain Pens Next to Postoffice Baseball and Sporting Goods Santa Clara T. MUSGRAVE P. GFKI,!, r. MUSGRAVE CO. iUatcS tnakcrs, 6o1d$inUbs and Sil«7$r mtt!is 327a Twenty-First Street San Francisco SANTA CLARA RESTAURANT AND OYSTER HOUSE Fresb OvstcrSt vabs and %hvimps Gvcry Day. m$als at MU Eiours. Oyster Loaves a Specialty. Oyster Cocktail.s 10 and 15 cts. Oysters to take home: Ea.stem 30c per dozen; California 50c per hundred Private Rooms for Families " jP. COSXKS Open Day and Night. JcqnnorIIanitarium coNDocTED BY SisTKRS OF Charity Training Scliool for Nurses in Connection Race and San Carlos Street, San Jose, Cal. THE REDWOOD t jGift Jewelry ♦ Select it at Leasi S. Here you ' ll find .]. a most complete and beautiful assortment of new jewelry styles of every sort. ♦ Gift ' s from Lean ' s are appreciated. W. C. LEAN I First and San Fernando Sts. San Jose .j. ♦.♦-♦.♦--••;♦-;♦- V V. lANUEL MELLO Dealer in All Kinds of BOOTS AND SHOES 904 Franklin St., Cor. Lafayette R. MENZEL HARDWARE CO. Phone Clay 331 1049 Franklin Street, Santa Clara, Cal. ANYTHING FROM A PIN TO A PILEDRIVER PROMPT SERVICE ......«.-.,j, j,_.» ,i ♦ Nace Printing Company The Printers that made All Others Jealous t t ♦ 955-961 Washington Street Santa Clara, Cal. 4 - £.-:.-.:»-«-.;. --»:... - -:—.:—:.- - -♦-♦-. -:—:♦• -.;..:.. , -♦--♦-«:-i -j ' — - .:...:... - THE REDWOOD SAN JOSE BAKING GO, J. BREI TWIESER , Manager The cleanest and most sanitary bakery in Santa Clara Valley. We supply the most prominent hotels. Give us a trial. Our bread, pies and cakes are the best. PHONE MAIN 609 433-435 Vine Street San Jose, Cal. o -0-0--0-0-0-0-0- -o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-G-o-©- -o-o -O- O-O-O-O-O-G- -O-O-O-O-O-O-G- cs I To (Set a Good Poq liqifo 9 T GET A KRUSIUS. Guaranteed to be as it ought to be. It it should not prove to be that we will I O be glad to exchange with you until you have cue that is Q 9 MANICURE TOOLS, RAZORS J Guaranteed the same way. If you wish to shave easily, and in a hurry, get a QilSCttS SafsJv RaZOP. A " The greatest conveuience for the man who shaves himself. Y o 6 o THE JOHN STOCK SONS i 9 Zinmrs, KooS ' irs and Plumbers 9 Y Phone Main 76 71-77 South First Street, San Jose, Cal. V o-o-o--o-o-o-o-o--o-o-o-o-o-©-e-o-©-o-©--o-o-o-o-c-o-o-o-o--o-o-©-o-©-o-o-5 X As an Office Man or Mercliaiit . ♦ Are you interested in the quality, cost and character of the paper used in your clerical department? Of course you are. Then why not buy that line of stationery that t combines Utility, Service and Appearance and at the same J time costs less than any similar lines now on the market. I XME MECiAI. XYFE WRITEM PAFEMS ♦ Xociay Kejiresent tlie Most CosnpreSieMSive I,Jiie Sold • EVEKY -WANT CAN BE Sr]P3 tt,IEI3 The Santa Clara Coffee Club Invites you to it ' s rooms to read, rest and enjoy a cup of coffee Open from 6 a. m. to 10:30 p. m. THE REDWOOD SPRING ' S, Inc. ESTABLISHED 1865 The Home of Hart, Schaffaer Marx Clothes For Men and Yoiing Men 11 Exclusive Agency for Knox Hats $3.00, $4.00 and $5.00 Santa Clara and iMarket Sts. San Jose, Gai. If Yoo Want a Finished FOTO HAVE BUSHNELL Take it. The Leader of San Jose Fhotograpiiers 41 NORTH FIRST STREET SAN JOSE, CAL. Angehis Phone, San Jose 3802 Annex Plione, San Jose 4688 th€ JInqtIus and UnmK G. T. NINNIS E. PE;NNINGT0N. Props. European Plan. Newly furnished rooms, with hot and cold water; steam heat throughout. Suites with private bath. Angelus, 67 N. First St. Annex, .52 W. St. John St. San Jose, California DR. T. E. GALLUP DgNTIST NortSi Main Street, One Block from Car I,ine Phone Clay, 68i Santa Clara, Cai,. THE REDWOOD FOR REAL CLASS Drop in and look over Billy Hobson ' s new line of Browns, Blues and Grays They are right up to the minute. S M m m mMM Sc wt WM. B. HOBSON Clothier Haberdasher Hatter 24 South First Street San Jose, California A. G. COL CO. WHOLESALE Commission Merchants TELEPHONE MAIN 309 84 to 90 North Market St., San Jose, Cal. f| and }{ub Downs for tl}e Toot Bali Season, at UNIVERSITY DRUG CO. Cor. Santa Clara and S. Second Sts. THE REDWOOD HERN AND EZ 12 North Second St. COLLEGE TAILOR MacBride ' s iJeata Sandwich A Dainty Confection. 5c per package For sale at Brother Kennedy ' s store GOLDSTEIN GO. INCORPORATED Costumers, Decorators and Theatrical Supplies — « Largest and most complete costume house on the coast 833 Market St. San Francisco LEARN WIRELESS 4 R. R. TELEGRAPHY! shortage of fuHy 10,000 operators on account of 8-hour law and extensive " wireless " developments. We operate under direct supervision of Telegraph Officials and positively place all students, when qualified. Write for catalogue. NATIONAL TELEGRAPH INSTITUTE Cincinnati, Philadelphia, Memphis, Davenport, Iowa, Columbia, S. C, Portland, Oregon Packard Shoes for Men $3.50 $4.00 $5.00 EVERY PAIR MADE TO WEAR SKo-sving ' of Hi K Toes and HigK Heels for Fall M. Leipsic, Sole Agent 73 NorlK First Street RCDWOOD c HRISTMAS THE REDWOOD Suits asid Overcoats SAVE TEN DOLLARS DLER 55-S9 S. RRST ST SAN JOSE, CAL. This cut shows our new " PIKE " modeL Note the high hee! and toe. Carried in AH Leathers OUINN BRODER ' S lUalli-O er $l50e Store 41-43 South First Street San Jose THE REDWOOD I roSS_ _ jH ! C KS CO. I . No. 35 West Santa Clara Street 2 I SAN JOSE I i lnwestmeiits i I I A select and up-to-date list of just such properties as the ' S ff, Home-Seeker and Investor Wants M I I I Mf| i I IHSU: AHCE I I Fire K,ife and Accidesit iia tlie tie®t Coeipaiaies | I I ! ! Undoubtedly.., POMEROY BROS. Clothiers Hatters Furnishers J THE REDWOOD Osborne Hall SANTA CLARA CAL. Cottage System | A private Sanatorium for the care and training , , of children suffering from Nervous Disorder or a Arrested Mental Development. .j, Under the personal management of Antrim Edgar Osborne M. D., Ph. D. Formerly and for fifteen years Superintendent of the California State Institution for the Feeble Minded, etc. Accomodations in separate cottages for a few adult cases seeking the Rest Cure and treatment for drug addictions. Rates and particulars on application. DR. H. O. F. MENTON DENTIST Office Hours, 9-5. Phone, Office, Clay 391, Res. Clay 12 Rooms, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 Bank Building Santa Clara, Cal. P. Montmayeur E;. L,amolle J. Origlia I l mOLLE ( ILL J6 J8 n. Tirst St. San 30Se, Cal. Phone Main 403 Meals at all hours -i -M-HH-M-M ♦♦♦♦♦♦ M-M ♦♦♦♦♦♦ f-f -H-t-H-f-M- P RINTERS EATON CO. PHone, San Jose 1760 Boon and COMMERCIAL W ORK 173 W. Santa Clara St. THE REDWOOD ayerle ' s German Hye-water Makes your eyes Bright, Strong and Healthy. It gives instant relief. At all reliable druggists 50 cents, or send 65 cetits to Graduate Germau Expert Optician. Charter Member American Association of Opticians. f )fZf Market Street., Opp. Hale ' s, San Francisco. yuiL piione Fraoklin 3379. Home PhoJie C-4933. Mayerle ' s Byeglasses are Gtiar.iiiteed to be Absolutely Correct S. A. ELLIOTT SON CiMia and I octeSMSilSuiMg Telephone Grant 153 ®2= W Mam StfZ tt SSSlta ®S3S a, ga!. Ringup Clay 583 and tell A. lU, SHA1¥ To bring you some Hay, Wood, Coal, I ime or Cement Phone San Jose 78 1 PACIFIC SHINGLE AND BOX CO. J. C. McPHJSRSON, Manager Dealers in WOOD, COAI, AND GRAIN RICHMOND COAIv ii.oo Park Avenue San Jo e, Gal PRATT-LOW PRESERVING CO. Santa Clara, California. 5 ?££5.E_ Caiiiiecl Frtiite itMd Vegetables Frtuts in Glass a Specialty.,.,,., ,,,.,.,, . ,, ,,,, , ,,.. ,, t Jacob Eberhard, Pres. and Manager Johu J. Eberhard, Vice-Pres, and . ss ' t Manager J I EBERHARDJ Nm ? Tanners, Curriers and Wool Pullers Harness-Latigo and Lace Leather. Sole and Upper Leather, Calf, Kip and Sheepskins ► Eberhard ' s Skirting Leather and Bark Woolskin ' Santa Clara, . . . . . California :: • -♦.♦ ♦- " ♦♦-♦♦- ■•♦-♦-♦-C- - - - - - -(»-»-i THE RED V0(3D i SUITS TO ORD » I Boys, our made to order suits have got them all I talking. If you want something that is right to © the minute let us take your measure and we will 1 convince you that we are in a class by ourselves. e 9 Prices, $18»00 to $40.00 OVERCOATS I We have our complete line of up-to-date overcoats I THAD. W. HOBSON CO. t I 16-18-20-22 West Santa Clara St. San Jose, Cal. I Founded 1851 Incorporated 1858 Accredited by State University 190G College Notre Dame SAN JOSU, CATvIFOHHIA FIFTY-SKCOND VEAR ( Coliegiate, Prepas-atory, Commercia! « 0Lir303l intermediate and Primary Ciasses for Younger ChiJdren Founded isqg Notrc DaiTie Conservatory of Music Awards Diplomas Apply for Terms to Sister Superior ST — ' - ' J 1 SiMporter ana Mamjifactisrer of . C, bmitn, Men ' s Fine Furnishing Goods Underwear, Neckwear, Driving Gloves, Etc. SHIRTS MADE TO ORDER ,„ _ A SPECIALTY 10 SOUTH FIRST STREET MISSION STUDIO - OXEARY LATEST PANEL FINISH special Rates to College Students Franklin Street Santa Clara, Cal. THE REDWOOD ? 1 I Pltoto Engraving | I S n Jose Etigrapmg Compmp 3 I Ifalf t0ms I Do you want a half tone for a program or pamphlet? None can make it better. S I I San j0se Engraving Company I I 32 Lightston Street San Jose, Cal. I ' I Killam Tumiture Co. Santa Clara California Read, the . . JOURNAL Kor the Local News 913 Franklin Street Santa Clara, Cal. 1.50 a Year I. MUTM Dealer in Groceries and Delicacies lyams, Baeoitf Sausages, Lard, Butter, Gggs. etc. 1035-1037 Franklin Street. Cigars and Tobacco THE REDWOOD L. F, SWIFT, Pres. I EROY HOUGH, Vice-Pres. g. B. SHUGICRT. Treas. |» Directors— I . F. Swift, Leroy Hough, Henry J. Crocker, W. D. Dennett and Jesse W. Lilienthal. CAPITAI, PAID IN $1,000,000.00 PORK PACKEi?S AND SHIPPERS OF HMES Ke BEEF, MUTTOM AHB FORK Hides, Pelts, Tallow, Fertilizer, Bones Hoofs, Horns, Btc. MONARCH AND GOLDEN GATE BRANDS CANNED MEATS, BRCON, HAMS AND LARD GBN:ERAI, 0FFIC:E: sixth and Townsend Streets, San Francisco, Cal. Cable Address STEDFAST, San Francisco. Codes Ai. ABC 4tli Edition 4 4 4 4 4 f M ? " f " 4 4 4 ' -4 ' f l ' N. M. CI,ARK I,. J. MORRISON Wholesale v Retail CONFECTIONERY, ICE CREAM AND SODA TAMALES AND ENCHILADAS TO ORDER I Phone Clay 36 1084 Franklin St. SAN JOSE TRANSFER CO. Moves Everything That is l oose Phone Main 78 Off ice— 62 East Santa Clara Street, Sau Jose. rcccccrcixrccccThere is Nothing Better Than Our: : : :: ::::::::::: : :; BOUQUET TEAS AT 50 CENTS PER POUMD : ven though you pay a higher price c:bti on, engivISh breakfast, and basket fired japan KARMKRS UNION, San Jose THE REDWOOD f SX?®@®®@5.®«X2)®®®®®®®®€ I Particular people are hard to please | e you particular? e are! Go to the place where you See the sign which reads Ail iate: novelties 67-69 SOUTH SECOND ST. SAN JOSE D®®i ®®sxsx®®®®(»xs)®®®(5 THE REDWOOD When in San Jose Visit ' ilestaisratif, tiU and Clyster Ifoiise 28-30 Fountain Street, Bet. First and Second San Jose, Cal. POPE TALBOT | Manufacturers, Exporters and Dealers in T X Offscc, Yards and Planing MJHs o t • r 1 t t Foot of Third street San Francisco, Cal J •I- ? Wlien you want the best in GROCERIES for least loney, try us We simply make an effort to please customers that other stores think is no use, but we ' ve got the business anyway. SANTA CI ARA NEW MERIDIAN SAI,I,OWS BC RHODES i Trade with Us for.... I ?- " I I Good Service and Good P rices | " 1 special Prices given in Quantity Purchases. Tr} ' ' us and be . k convinced. » I VAMfiAS BROS. | p FIiiOMe Clay 2022 Ssmte Clara K ' MILLARD BROS. BooKs and Stationery Fountain Pens . Fennants 25-27 SANTA CLARA ST., SAN JOSE, ' RAVEHNA PASTE COMPAH ' Manufacturers of all kiuds of Italian and French Paste 137-131 North Market Street Phone Brown 241 San Josb, Cal. CttidUid , A Christmas Hymn (Poem) _ . . . Frank D. Warren 89 What Costeth it to Be a Man - - - Ronnoco P. Latvi-ence 90 Love ' s Arithmetic (Poem) M. T. Dooling, Jr. 104 Truth the Same For All - . . - Rev. J. S. Ricard, S. J. 105 My Thirst (Poem) - . . . . . Lawrence O ' Connor 109 In the Border Hours .-..-- w. Rowland 110 In Mariam (Poem) Frank D. Warren 112 HOBSON - Joseph F. Deinartini 113 The Birth of Christ (Poem) - . - - Victor C. Cresalia 116 At the Parkers ' H. R. McKinnon 118 Editorials 121 Exchanges 124 In the Library --.-.-.... 21 Alumni -.---.. 130 Athletics .-.-..----. 134 Nace Printing Co, Santa Clara, Cal. 2 U Q O 5 o Entered Dec. iS, iqo2, at Santa Clara, Calif, as second-class matter, under Act of Congress of March 3, 1S71). Vol. X SANTA CLARA, CAI.., DECEMBER, 1910. Nos. 3-4 A CHRISTMAS HYMN Q JLpcIf laska ' s 2 now clad mouniains, C| (From ahara ' s Jbumin£ sir and, (From the shores of fair Jialia, (From far Jndias Jungle land, ome the n els son s of gladness, pij ihe senile Zephyrs home, " c eaae, £ood will on earth io mortals, ' is the Savior ' s natal morn. " ea and land proclaim the tidings, hile the mighty anthems roll; ill we hear their strains re-echoed S)0ijfullij from pole to pole; ill we hear the son s of gladness, y the gentle ephyrs horne, " eaoe, £ood will on earth to mortals, ' is the Javier ' s natal morn. ' (Frank jD. c arren. THE REDAVOOD WHAT COSTETH IT TO BE A MAN? 4 4 I T HAD been bard for bim tbat I spake it to bave put more trutb and untrutb togetber in fewer words tban in tbat speecb, ' Wboever is dellgbted in solitude is eitber a wild beast or a god. ' " Tbus quoted one of tbe many guests at " Tbe Springs " , as tbey sat tbis nigbt under tbe Gossip Oak. Tbis seeming- ly very learned remark dropped from a pair of lips deftly painted in a fruitless endeavor to bide tbeir parcbness, — a parcbness tbat bad been noticeably stamped upon tbem by tbe subtle rav- ages of society. For tbis woman bad given her youtb, her beauty, ber love, ber heart, and (who knows?) perhaps her soul, to gain an entrance into tbat transient world of social uncertainty; — a world tbat now, upon the fading of tbis woman ' s pale rose comeliness, was ready to usher her out from its circles torever. But for the passing moment those who sat about her probed not into the life she had wasted, but lent a ready ear to the comment passed by her_ For in tbeir hearts they knew tbis social lioness to be quite capable of imparting knowledge tbat might elevate them a rung higher on the ladder of social life. This oracular quotation was meant as a reflection upon a man who had that moment detached himself from the young women in tbe dance hall. He had slowly in an attitude of abstraction walked to a deserted seat beneath an- other oak which overlooked the croquet grounds, and which commanded a view of tbe group tbat now discussed bim as they reclined at ease in various posi- tions. Tbe woman with the tinted lips drew tbe attention of the group about her to tbe man who had just passed without noticing tbem, and who had sat his seemingly weary body beneath tbe shadow of tbe neighboring oak. She turned then upon those who surround- ed her, as if in a moment she would permit her opinion ot that man to be known, — her opinion of tbe man who had betaken himself from their beauti- ful daughters who were tbis, and tbat, and everything, and who had all — but listen! tbe painted lips are speak- ing: " I do really feel for bim, poor wretcli. Now if he were like — " and here she gave her opinion, an opinion which was judgment, wherein she propitiously mingled an obvious amount of pity for the man, who, as a result of those words: " is eitber a beast or a god, " had been conspicuously labeled — a wild beast; except tbat the opprobrious metaphor had been nicely garmented in the words: " Poor thing, I do really feel for him, " and had been spoken in tones tbat dangerously bordered upon god- like magnanimity. But of the man, or rather the wild beast, what of bim? No, he was neither a wild beast nor a god, because he wished to be alone. The truth was tbat THE REDAVOOD 91 he had sought solitude because he had become visibly weary of the atmosphere about him. He had felt suddenly, im- pulsively, the emptiness of summer resort life; and upon this realization which had shattered his anticipation of the conviviality to be found at resorts, he had come out into the perfect night from a- simple love and desire to se- quester himself for more elevated con- verse and companionship than that which " The Springs " tendered him. People were partly justified in saying of him that he was queer and odd. Queer and odd he was, but they who said this, though it was true, turned him a gross injustice in believing that this reserve and unique demeanor arose from a deficiency iu bringing up, or from an ignorance of the rudiments of social etiquette or a lack of ordinary common sense. It was not that he lacked any of these qualities. It was perhaps owing to the memory of words uttered by his father long, long ago, when it had first begun to dawn upon his youth- ful mind that his father suffered the burden of an expensive, extravagant and indifferent wife; — and these words he now distinctly recalled. " My boy, don ' t mix with women until you have to; but when you do, — behave like a man. " And so he had learned that his father murmured not, for a man must bear the cross he has wilfully incurred. So the man beneath the shadow of the oak had left the gay company of women, because he did not consider it " behaving like a man " to inveigle the femininity about him into the belief that he was aught but a prosaic, silent fellow. He could not come up to the require- ments placed upon him by young women to earn the epithet of " a dear " , — requirements which meant cringing, fawning, agreeing in their belief, slav- ing for them; and furthermore, he did not consider it " behavinglike a man " to smile when his nature had a propensity to silence, to show anticipated results when the subtle coquetry of girls held internal repugnance; in all, he did not care to have young women believe him in love with them when in truth he was not, uor would he lead them to think that be thought his personal charms had proved too much for their little fickle hearts, when he knew well they had not succumbed to his inat- tractiveness. All this he did not, for like an eternal voice there ever whis- pered in his ear: " Do not mix with women till you have to; but when you do, — behave like a man " — and surely he felt at peace with this voice in behav- ing as he did. The • man beneath the shadow of the oak was indeed queer. His face was marked by a look that bespoke sorrow for a past; it was a face where one could readily read cleanliness of life imposed upon it by an non-innocent boyhood. One could upon close scru- tiny discover what otherwise would never have been suspected, that though the eyes were void of intellectuality and seemed to have a pacific wondering stare, there lurked within them a sense of depth not perceptible at firstbutnever- 92 THE REDWOOD theless existing, a depth which close ob- servation would have recognized as a look keenly shrewd, a look capable of learning a great deal at one glance. The man beneath the shadows gazed down upon the group of gossipers, and in his eyes that shrewdness seemed sharpened by the darkness. His eyes appeared to pierce the hearts of that chattering coterie and a faint smile made itself evident at the corners of his mouth. It was the smile of one who by a delicate sense of intuition seemed to see the life of people in their true light. He continued to observe these critics in their conclave, and as he did the smile took hurried flight and in its place came a look of supreme pity; — supreme, for his almost effeminate intui- tion made him for the moment feel the utter hollowness in which those people of social standing lived. He felt they cared not for men, women, sorrows, joys, virtue, crime, hate, or love; but seemed bent, intent, obsequious, before the social world; — a world in whose de- praved centre stood a colossal pyramid of man ' s and woman ' s trampled honor, and upon whose top was perched the rugged features of a sensual society leader who looked down from his meretricious heights, upon those poor, blinded wretches that clambered upward only to fall back into ruin, or who sought, unconcerned of all else about them, to receive a meaningless look from the leader ' s unclean eyes or gain an empty compliment from his unchaste lips. Again, however, the look of pity fled from the face of the man beneath the shadows and that of despairing horror overspread his countenance. For those women talkers, women who in the night appeared to have dull, sullen, grey eyes, glazed by much voluntary staring, women with eyes that seemed to glance furtively around for talk, — those women searched out gossip as a hideous hawk searches out its prey. The breast of the man beneath the shadows fluctuated as if he were in in- tense excitement. And surely he was, for at that instant he wished to run, to flee like a thief from his present life. Yet he had come out into the night for rest, for mental repose. So then as quickly as he became conscious of his thoughts about the gossippers, as quick- ly did he dismiss them from his mind. He closed his eyes so tightly that wrinkles formed on his forehead; he drew up his muscles, then relaxed them completely, opening his eyes upon the night and upon the waning moon, the melancholy moon which threw its sheen of pale sallow beauty and mysterious light into the drab of night. In turn the silver-veiled darkness wrapped itself about a lone man beneath the shadows of an oak, drew him to the warm, puls- ing breast of that perfect night, and the man like an obedient babe surrendered himself to this queen, gave himself entirely, body, heart and soul, and slept upon her billowy breast, feeling intermittently the heavy scented breath of fantasy upon his cheeks as it blew his soul softly into the land of — dreams. How long he remained in this reverie THE REDWOOD 93 was never known to him. Suddenly how- ever he was startled by the monstrous purr of an automobile. He looked up just in time to see the clerk hand two women to the ground, and lead them in the direction of a cottage, where the ofl cious attendant after having flicked the light into life, bowed and closed the door, leaving the two women within. The man beneath the shadow sighed deeply, for he thought that here again had arrived two beings withimmortalsoulsonlyto fall into this chaos of summer life, a life where a woman must look pretty and enticing, when she would fain rest and be quietly simple in decorum. Here she would have to talk, when in truth she had nothing to say, to a person who had as much to speak of and who cared less. Here she would have to smile when a sneer would be more expressive of her feelings. Here she would be compelled to make herself susceptible to the flat- tery, the deceiving compliments of those whom the social world admired. Here she would indeed find out that the great desideratum of society was " be not yourself, but imbibe of our pre- tension. " The man beneath the shad- ows sighed again for he thought to him- self, " What if one or both of the new arrivals were pure, innocent young girls? How would they manage, how would they find the company, how v ?ould — ? " The door of the cottage whence the women had disappeared opened and both issued sprightly into the awaiting night. They walked quickly down the grav- eled path in the direction of the gossip- ers. The heart of the man beneath the shadows fell and he ceased to wonder about the newcomers. From their eagerness to reach the group, he con- cluded they must have friends there — and they therefore were only two of many. With this thought he dismissed them from his imagination, and looked again into the infinite spaces of night, bedewed with countless golden eyes, which in their luster gazed down upon him to engage his soul in silent conver- sation of things delicate, strange, ethere- al. A silent calm fell upon his uplifted face, a calm that hinted of his having forgotten completely the people about him and the place wherein he was to spend the summer. However, there was something about the face which surely spoke of predestination to sor- row. It was a face about which lingered a peculiar atmosphere which seemed permeated with dim appeals of inward voices speaking disconsolately, linger- ingly in words. " Be good, be kind to me, ye who are my friends. " So always had the being, the soul, of the man be- neath the shadows ciied, yet none had as yet heard his wail. In the limpid stillness of the night there came suddenly the low weird twang of a ukulale, followed by a voice faint and quivering. The man beneath the shadows instantly became alert. He listened intently, for the almost un- earthly murmurs of the ukuiale, matched his ascetic feeling, and raorever, he was a lover of music. The voice in the night was light, very light at first, then gradually rich- 94 THE REDWOOD ened into mellow sonorous notes, swell- ing, dying, reviving, falling in a timbre which told the man beneath the shad- ows that the owner of the voice was a young girl. — How old? He guessed that she was one who had felt the kiss of twenty-one Januaries. — The voice contin- ued in the night, continued to trip on gold- en shod feet over a path of violets into the heart of the man beneath the shadows. For strangely be heard in the clearness something he had never known in youth, and therefore he loved it and adored it all the more in another — innocence, purity of life. Yet as the voice continued to wrap its silken strains about his slowly heaving heart, the God of Love, and Fate were paving the silent road, where the man beneath the shadows and the owner of the voice in the night would tread hand in hand to the distant sun of —love. But little did he think that that voice would stir into waves the vast sea which lay buried in his breast, would set in motion tides of love that would recede only with — the soul. Not till the last note had died in the immaculate moonlight did the man be- neath the shadows think of the song itself, and then, that ever watchful intu- ition, that trace of effeminacy in his character threw his mind into the land of doubt. The song had been a simple little air with a few Hawaiian words, but to the quiescent nature of the man beneath the shadows, the insignificant fact that the song he had just heard had not been classical filled him with sadness. For his heart beat with strange and almost painful longing for an ideal life with ideal loves, ideal arts, ideal surroundings, ideal realizations; and so, far, far down in the deep re- cesses of his soul he wished that the first song bad been classical. For the popular air had for the moment brought him from lofty heights down to the sor- did; the touch of purity and of innocence, had lost some of its impressiveness. Yet that voice later claimed all that he could give, all that any man could give, — his love. So too, little did the singer think that her words later in a letter to the man be- neath the shadows, " You must realize how little I care for people ' s opinion regarding my singing " were to be con- tradicted by the memory of that little air with the few Hawaiian words. Why had her first song at " The Springs " been popular? Not because she liked the late airs in preference to the classi- cal pieces, but because she had sung to please the people, wishing to elicite their approval and their good opinion. However, there still remained one more reason why the man beneath the shadows felt sorry: the owner of the voice in the night was one of the two women who had stepped out of a machine but a few hours ago. At the thought of this, he became involuntari- ly the possessor of a longing that she had not sung so soon, for her ' first impression upon the man beneath the shadows had been — a girl with a gift, eager to show it, a girl who could wish for social success, regardless of — what she held most sacred. As his intuition told him this, he wondered if subsequent THE REDWOOD 95 events would prove it true; and thus wondering, he arose to retire. That night his flimsy veil of dream was woven amidst the sounds of a ukiilale and a voice which sang from his heart. The summer season at " The Springs " was Hearing a close. All those who had sojourned at the resort felt intimately the beneficence of the exquisite climate, — all, in truth, except a man who at the close of this radiant day sat wearily beneath the shadows of an oak which predominated the croquet grounds. He looked out across the sleeping valley below, across to the towering mountains; he watched the slanting rays of the rose, amber-tinted sun as it vested those mounts in a garment of purple, a purple that suggested utter loneliness. Then the evening approached from out the fastnesses of the East, and with it came a moon, a pale delicate moon climbing, climbing the sombre tapestry of night, until midnight pronounced her at the zenith of her silver way and from thence she sank to wane. The mind of the man beneath the shadows travelled back, back along the re- mote highway of memory to a similar night as this, earlier in the summer. He recalled his first kiss, the first surrender- ing of lips which belonged to the owner of the voice in the night. Myriads upon myriads of incandescent thoughts burned their way through his mind, innumera- ble emotions surged in his heart, — his heart and yet not his, for it had been sung into the love of a woman. The man beneath the shadows sat mute, still, as if transfigured into stone, and again that thought — his first kiss! He remembered it all as if it had been but an hour ago. The man beneath the shadows and the owner of the voice in the night had never been formally introduced. He had evaded her, for that delicate intui- tion, that animal instinct, had made him fear an acquaintance with her. It had whispered into his heart that nought but sorrow and deep biting pain could result from her friendship. Yet uncon- sciously both had been drawn to each other by unseen hands; and then had come her victory by speaking— T riJ ! Then had followed a cherished friend- ship, a friendship akin to the love be- tween brother and sister. Slowly this love had bound their hearts by the ribbons of unselfish confidence, and he looked up to her as to an elder ■ sister. She gave him advice, and though he had often been given it be- fore by his seniors, yet on her lips it assumed a difi erent aspect, and he listened and gave heed. She took a mother-like interest in him, and he liked it, for he had never known the significance of the word mother. So thus it had continued until one night, a night such as the one about him now. After a birthday party in honor of some young girl of " The Springs " , she had felt in need of the exhilarating air out- side, so he had taken her out and found a seat for her beneath the branches of the Gossip Oak, whose shadow was now deserted owing to ,;the lateness of the hour. The night was perfect, a night 96 THE REDWOOD whose beauty impresses itself upon the heart of man and woman and draws them together. She sat, and he remained stand- ing, looking down upon her with the tenderness with which a father would look upon his only child, and with a certain amount of filial pride, at the thought that she cared for his future, a future she had made him look forward to with expectation when heretofore it had been a blank. Ke felt thankful, so. thankful that he could have lost himself in the contemplation of the many quali- ties he could find in her. Then sud- denly a dying breeze swung the foliage of the oak admitting a dappled patch of silver to fall over her face, a face extra- ordinarily delicate in expression, though not beautifully featured, with a purity of complexion which the lips of the summer sun had left. The eyes of that face looked up to bis with the simple pathos of a woman, no longer a girl, but in the full strength of years, — the look of the woman to the man whose heart she holds in her hand, and on which she gazes, knowing it to be the greatest of the great gifts of the world, and feels thankful to God for his goodness. Then impulsively, not abruptly, but deliberately, he bent over the upturned face, and as the breeze expired and the foliage once more bescreened the moon, he touched his heated lips to hers that burned almost as fiercely as his. For it was the woman in her making answer to the voice of the man that called, surely had called forever; but she had just heard and answered, by giving her lips for all time to one of the millions that tread the world as men. The night seemed to know, nay, seemed to feel, to be strangely conscious of all that was given in that kiss, for it thrilled, and wrapped those two souls in its darkness, lost them to all this world, to everything except — themselves. To-night the man beneath the shadows was to have the last of many kisses — she was leaving on the morrow. It was late and she was still up singing her farewell to " The Springs. " He wondered if she thought of him as she sang to all those guests who thought themselves wise, yet who knew nothing of what had been going on within two hearts. He longed to know if she would like to live the season over. Would she look expectantly to the com- ing year? The coming year! As the thought entered his mind that ever quiescent feminine intuition sent an arrow of doubt through his body and again his face took on a look of one who surely is preordained to the sorrows of the world. That instinct whispered to him of pain, deep, silent pain. — But why all these groundless suppositions? She would never change, never, never! And yet that keen touch of shrewdness, cried within him, " L,iar! liar! — she will make you suffer, she will cast her body into a sea from whence she will scorn your help, call to you as little fool and you will stand by looking at her inevitable end, rendered helpless. " He heard the voice and cursed its admonitions, hurled dire imprecations upon its prophecies, — but then at his ear the eternal voice of his father spoke — . . . . " behave THE REDWOOD 97 like a man; " — and surely a man should not doubt a woman without reason. So he would be a man, and not doubt; he would ask for no promise, but in silence would bless all that she gave without the askino . Later in the night they were together, and he spoke. " I must say good-bye now. I will not see you off to-morrow. " She ignored his words, which seemed to demand some answer from her, some answer she could not give. So she said, procrastinatingly, " I want you to come and see me in the City — mind me, do you hear? " Indeed he heard and his heart quailed, for that moment his being was usurped by that animal instinct, that touch of effeminacy, that intuition, which told him that a refusal would save him suf- fering, would spare him a lifelong pain. Still, he heard afar off that voice — . . . . " behave like a man, " and a man should not refuse an invitation without reason — he must be a man — so he murmured a meaningless — " Yes. " As he articulated the word he felt as if he had consented to a doom, the doom of losing her; and thinking of this, he was struck for the first time with the full significance of what she meant to him. It appeared that away from " The Springs " she would lose that girlish atti- tude; she would no longer belong to him; and now, now she had given herself to him and hehad the right to hold by the sacred- ness of love. Again the primitive in him cried out for its mate, he wanted to crush her to him violently, savagely, to tell her all, everything that had turned his quiet soul into a chaos of white- heated love, to breathe into her very heart the molten matter which strug- gled for freedom within his breast. And yet an unknown hand held all this back, checked that fire from exit, ren- dered his lips mute, lips that had by love the right to speak, although his position in the Vv orld robbed him of it. Burning with all these thoughts he touched her lips to let her know he was on fire and the lips that received his pressure for a fleeting moment in mute eloquence, told him of the clear- ness of purity by which her soul was ruled, and would be ruled and he for the instant quivered, trembled under the message of — the last kiss. Then heartlessly he spoke to her. " In the city you will be difi ' erent. " And she, persistent as a child, who knows not how to make itself believed, answered feverishly — " I won ' t, I won ' t " , and she clung to him, the while repeat- ing those words, clung to him with a feeling which took not into serious con- sideration the smooth, subtle com- placencies of the social world, the world that w ould beckon to the vanity within her, leading her heart to love the love- less, guiding her soul whither it should not go. He, by the virtue of that intuition, that endowed touch of animal instinct, heard the words, " I won ' t, I won ' t " re- plying from the glens of the portending future in echoes to mock her. He felt unfaithfulness, vanity, conceit, preten- sion creep stealthily over her coming 98 THE REDWOOD social life. He felt as if she would be unable to speak in his presence as so- ciety demanded of her; for surely he Vi ' ould know she lied, pretended agree- ing to this and that when he knew she thought different, to smile, and to be allowed to be made love to, and appear to reciprocate when he would know she was playing, leading, lying. An impulse to tel! her all this over- took him, but the voice — " behave like a man " came to him, and he must have tangible rights to apprise her on such a subject — so he remained mute, always as he had been — silent, for a man must needs be silent and enduring. But what did it cost him to be a man? The golden brown autumn had died in the bleak arms of December, and " The Springs " were shrouded in a man- tle of wintry loneliness. No talk, no music, no people, nothing save the moaning wind, the cold wet ground, the leafless shrubbery, the deserted cot- tages, and the incessant rain whose dreariness bit into the heart of a man beneath the shadows of a Gossip Oak. He sat motionless, unconscious of the drizzle which had dampened his cloth- ing. His face was cast by a pale mauve which turned to a distinct flush of crimson, as the wind, the weeping wind of mem- ory cried its way through the strings of an Aeolian harp somewhere in his breast and set there a harmony of an almost forgotten little air with a few Hav. ' aiiau words, accompanied by the remote, almost inaudible twangs of a weird ukulale. The simple sad melody played on within him, played until it summoned from the land of fantasy a vision which was not new to the eyes of the man be- neath the shadows. It v; as a fancy of love; not the puny Cupid, but a man Titanic in statue with the air of an ath- lete about his huge muscled body; at his broad ponderous back flew a pair of golden wings that shone with a tender, palpitating radiance, a radiance which seemed almost a thing of life. The face of this vision was overspread with the pained expression of a child. The head topped by a mat of tawny locks, hung down upon its glistening breast. The vision stood mute, always mute, looking down into the eyes of the man beneath the shadows who now recalled the first time his God of love had borne that pained look upon its face. He had lived up to all promises and one night he had called upon her. He re- membered distinctly how his entire na- ture rebelled as he pressed the electric button at her door. That intuition had told him to stay away, not to cross her thres- hold andstillshehaddispersed this feeling of misgiving by proving true to her last words — " I won ' t, I won ' t, " and he secretly rejoiced to see her unchanged, the very same, only perhaps more ether- ealized in his heart. But the man be- neath the shadows of the Gossip Oak thought now of the first blow, the first vicissitude, the first horrible realization. He was bringing her home after the theatre in an automobile. Upon the way he had asked for a kiss, — a kiss to satisfy that longing, that something THE REDWOOD 9 within bim which had become as a second natvire to him — he had asked, though as a rule she had always given, given willingly without the asking. But to-night — she refused. She took from him that food upon which his hungry soul subsisted, and he knew theuceforward he wastogo with a life-long want in his heart. The thought of this made him grow cold, icy, as a man freezes when his most cherished object recoils from his touch and departs from him forever. In the wake of this cold- ness had come the despair and anger of a hungry soul. He had burned with countless tongues of flames, tongues that fain would tell her what she was-, an ideal shattered by the lightning of unfaithfulness, a woman who had be- come denuded of her innocence, a wo- man who had wantonly toyed with the most sacred thing which he possessed — his love; a woman who had led, led de- liberately, consciously; and a woman who leads knowingly is infinitely worse in the eyes of manhood than she who can be led. Ah ! and those malicious tongues, how they had babbled volubly to let her know that she had brought this sorrow upon him; for she against his wishes had almost demanded of him to call on her. And for what? That she might raise him to heaven and then fling him scornfully from those dizzy heights into oblivion below, the oblivion of unutterable sorrow. Ay! he wished to tell her this, but the voice, the whispering voice of his father spoke — " behave like a man " and with this the flaming tongue subsided. Then as he sat there under the excruciating ordeal, his God of love had appeared, had stood colossal before him as she feverishly, hurriedly, made explanations which he did not hear, for the vision before him held his contemplation ecstatically. When they had arrived at their desti- nation, he stepped out — a man in a dream, a man conscious, yet without power of will. He had pulled from his pockets their contents to defray the conveyance, two five dollar bills. He handed them to the chauffeur and be remembered now the sixty-five cents he had received as change. He was aware of the over-charge, yet his lips were mute, his v ill had for the moment left him. The chauffeur had been well paid for the fifteen-minute journey. As they parted that night, she had asked one last thing that correspon- dence might continue. In an instant his wounded feelings were on the tip oi a burning tongue, but, suddenly the words — " behave like a man ' ' sounded like a mighty blast in his ears; and surely a man would not refuse the last request of a woman, even of a woman who led. Somehow he had said " very well " , and then she closed the door. For a moment he stood there motionless; and slowly there filtered through his mind the realization that the home that he had almost grown to consider his, wherein abided his only pastime, — her singing, her playing, her conversation, her smile and her mother-like admoni- tions were no more. This night mark- ed his being turned out forever, like a 100 THE REDWOOD homeless nomad, in the dark and fog of the great City, a City of countless homes and innumerable fire-places. That home where he had been welcom- ed and where he had been the object of cherished feelings, had expelled him forever from its precincts. Quietly, slowly, reluctantly, sadly, he titrned his back upon the door which had shut him forever out of her mind, and walked ambitionless into the darkness that kept the City. -T ' -i ' ' ¥ -K Society was giving an entertainment. It was an entertainment for the sake of charity; the City had gone wild over it, the papers talked of it, the men talked of it, the women talked of it, and the children babbled about it in their prattle. In fact it was upon the lips of everybody. To-night the City was in the last throes of this entertainment. After to-night ' s performance it would sink into oblivion; its participants, how- ever, wouldbedestinedby the newspapers and the many new acquaintances to live on. But alas! the life of notoriety, after all, must be a short-lived one, for where love and good abide not, there can be nothing permanent. A man attired in faultless evening habit looked from the folds of his Inver- ness at the stream of humanity bedeck- ed in the costliest of vesture that poured itself into the Theatre, where it was lost in the blaze of artificial light. The entire thing appeared ludicrous in the eyes of the man in the Inverness. For charity ' s sake — this fete! More for an opportunity to display finery! He wondered at the strangeness of the gross error, the extreme absurdity this class, this social class, of people labor- ed under. For they indeed valued the temporary things of this vain world a- bove all they possessed. Some, nay, many, of these well-groomed men and women, who now sought enjoyment in the glareof light and pomp, even ventured so far as to value beyond all things else, this lamentable shriek of life, this passing toll of a bell that dismisses our souls from their imprisonment, as echoes, in- to an eternity beyond, — an eternity that m ' ill irrevocably reward in supreme justice our lives of squalid distress and dissipation or our close imitation to Christ. Ay! many of those men and women of society valued indeed this life above their immortal part. So the look of pity lingered about the face of the man who stood watch- ing the multitudes enter the portals of pleasure. Silently he gazed, always silently, though at the same time, ever, always, observant in his apparent in- ertness. Suddenly a little girl detached her- self from the two rows of onlookers that lined the edges of the soft carpet. The preoccupation of the man in the Inver- ness coat was drawn to her, he seemed for a moment to concentrate his entire attention upon the little waif. He guessed her to bear an age of eight or nine. The deep darkness of her long eyes, set with the luminous light of child want within a face of olive pale- ness, spoke of her Latin origin. But the simple grace of that small face was THE REDWOOD 101 lost in the pinched blue hollows of her cheeks, placed there by the cold damp- ness of a fog which spread its vaporous fingers over the City, chilling the little heart which pulsed beneath the light calico dress. Her stockingless legs fell into a pair of wet, rather large shoes, from whence peeped a chubby toe struggling to hug itself within the roomy foot gear. She carried in her benumbed hand a soiled box where rested three packages of gum, — gum that per- haps must be disposed of to satisfy the hunger of her little stomach. The man in the Inverness coat watched the little soul enduring the miseries of the poor. He saw her run to the center of the carpet and imploringly offer a handsome young fellow, who had that moment stepped from a thumping auto, her box which held the gum. The young man who carried him- self with an air of self importance and hauteur arising from a state of opulence ignored the little, entreating face that looked up into his, so clean shaven and well massaged. He passed on quickly in the hope of avoiding the little vender. But no, she persisted in silence, holding all the while her box before the self- important lion, who now bore a nervous look arising from the importunity of the little child. At last he saw an avenue out of his embarrassment — he caught the eye of a uniformed attendant, jerk- ed his head in the direction of the child and finished with a rather nervous movement of his hand. The gold-but- toned individual stepped ; forward and ruthlessly pushed the little girl into the crowd that lined the velveted aisle. At the sight of this a heart which beat quiescent beneath the folds of an Inverness, leaped, as must the heart of a wild beast, when a dastardly bullet tears away its side. Then within the heart of that man in the inverness, cold, clammy despair gave wanton birth to horror, which grew spontaneously into hideous, uncouth hatred— hatred of those social reprobates who were giving this entertainment for sweet charity ' s sake. Charity! — after what had just transpired! God! what a laughing mockery! Charity! when one of the many within had refused to part with ten cents of his tainted money for the sake of a hungry child. Yet that man, nay, not man but a pliable piece of putty in the hands of pleasure making women, that fop, that piece of flaccid, redolent excuse for a man, would nonchalantly spend ten dollars to satisfy a caprice of some smiling, well dressed girl. The man in the inverness coat had intended disgracing that audi- ence by being one of them. Now how- ever, he took one last look at that flood of humanity belonging to a class which was vain, greedy, meretricious, fickle, vulgar, slanderous, and devoid of the greatest virtue of the human race — love. No! where love was ab- sent, charity could not exist. The man in the inverness turned away and lost himself in the crowd. The owner of the voice in the night stepped out upon the stage. She was nervous, — but not indeed because she felt uncertain of her dancing ability. Why 102 THE RRDWOOn then? Ah! this was to be her last ap- pearance before that audience who had bestowed upon her that coveted notor- iety. She bad not had enough. Tonight she must squeeze the last golden drops of approval from that gay- crowd; to-night she must satisfy to its utmost that yearning within her for being well known; a yearning that is born from the basest passions in womankind; the yearning of being de- sired, coveted, wanted, run after, not by one, but by many and if possible by all. So tonight she felt nervous for the gaining of that satisfaction. Suddenly the thought that she was placing the highest value upon the things of least worth dawned upon her; a voice called her back to reflection. But no ! the lights, the faces, the peo- ple, the jewels, the noise, the music, and her sense of desire intoxicated her — fascinated her — beguiled her — until at last her body surrendered to the hypnotism. She would dance, dance as she had never danced before. She would be as graceful as her powers permitted; would look as enticing as her mien allowed; would drink the cup placed by society to her lips. Ay! she would drink, drink it to its very lees; and so she whirled. But did she think of charity as she set her foot here, there, up, down — everywhere? The question was incongruous, it seemed to mock her. Charity! to trip on the stage for charity before such an audience ! Nay she danced indefatigably with the ex- pectation of a picture in the morning dailies, or a few words of praise to help her win that so coveted goal, that goal of goals, that heaven (perhaps hell) — notoriety. + ;)« That last night of a certain social con- viviality, found a man attired in evening costume in a fashionable restaurant. His face beamed kindly, lovingly across the table at the little Italian girl wrapped snugly in his Inverness. He laughed a laugh of one who from unhappiuess is suddenly ushered into the land of un- limited joy. The peal of his mirth at- tracted those about him and they won- dered at the picture made by a man, speaking very imperfect Italian to his child companion, who sat shaking or nodding her dark head as the occa- sion required. The man appeared uncon- scious of everything except that he was supremely happy in cutting into small bits a well seasoned steak, upon which rested two large black eyes, lighted into flame by the fire of child-want. Later, as the owner of the voice in the night danced before the thunder of loveless " bravos! " at an entertainment given for charity, a man in evening dress was pressing a coin into a little Italian palm. Of the two, I often wondered who would be rewarded in the life to come, for — an act of charity. The following morning the man in the Inverness had surrendered himself entirely to that intuition, to that touch of effeirinacy within him and had phoned to the owner of the voice in the night, not (as she supposed) to con- THE REDWOOD 103 gratulate her upon the success she at- tained, for in his eyes she had but ac- cepted unhappiness in the garb of ap- proval. She did not know or even sus- pect that every word she uttered over the phone was to be remembered for- ever in the mind of the man at the other end; was to be an answer to the question, " did she dance for charity or out of egotism? " And her words had been, " Thank you ever so much — I did really do bet- ter than I had expected. " This she said with all the demureness she pos- sessed or could summon. Then he had mentioned something of a kirraess in a nearby city. To this she answered in tones which implied that though she had been asked to lend it her support, she had, owing to her extensive popu- larity, been obliged to refuse with many smiles. The man at the other end hung up; he had her answer. He had a feeling which he had been aware of for many months past and which he had fought to crush: — that feeling in the very depths of a man telling him that in admitting the truth, the whole-souled truth, there is invulnerable strength, and that out of weakness no good has ever come — or would ever come even unto the consummation of the world. The man who had phoned to the owner of the voice in the night, was at last over- powered by the feeling, and now after countless, savage struggles he found itim- perative to admit openly her conceit, a conceit which had deemed itself worthy to sing and to extol its own praises, praises that would have been noble and becoming from the lips of a friend, but that had been blushing, repugnant from hers. So the last blow had fallen, the blow of unfaithfulness, from a woman he had idealized, cherished, loved. ;]; ;( ;ic ;[; ;)i The man who had pressed a coin in the palm of a little Italian girl, sat be- neath the shadows of the Gossip Oak. The rain had drenched his garments; yet he felt not the cold and wet. He felt only the end of his delicately gilded dream; he felt only the faint glo- ries of the past fall silently, sadly down forever, like the rustling leaves of the oak above him. At last he rose and like a man with the burden of many years upon him went slowly and reluctantly into the gathering darkness. What costeth it to be a man? In this case — a heart; who knows, perhaps, a life? RONNOCO P. I AWRENCK. 104 THE REDWOOD LOVE ' S ARITHMETIC " O NE kiss a day, " she said to me, " Is all that I can give to you, " And pursed her lips so temptingly That I was forced to give her two. " Two kisses, sir! For that, " said she, " Tomorrow I will give you none. One kiss was for today, you see; The other was tomorrow ' s one, " I kissed her thrice, then held her gaze; " You were eighteen before we met. Why, think of all the yesterdays For which I have to kiss you yet ! " M. T. Dooling. Stanford Sequoia THE REDWOOD 105 TRUTH THE SAME, FOR ALL Not Different for Different Minds A FEW years ago a brilliant scient- ist startled the world — of course, that means only a few dozen souls, more or less — by proclaiming himself the inventor of mentality. In our simplicity we had always thought mentality was the common her- itage of our race, and we were all fami- liar, at least to a certain extent, with that commodity. But lo and behold! we were rather rudely awakened from our time honored dream, when some in- definite time ago, a gentleman we met on the road vouchsafed the information that " howsoever at variance any two parties might be on any topic, yet both of them were right because, forsooth they had different minds. Whence the inference was plain that either one of the two parties saw one thing and the other another in the same thing; or one of them saw well and the other dimly; or one of them saw simply and the other not at all, in which case the latter pronounced judgment, and so both of them were right because they had a different perceptive faculty. At all events, the impression remained with us that mentality was a sort of mathe- matical problem awaiting a scientific so- lution, and the aforementioned scien- tist had been fortunate enough to hit upon it — the solution amounting to the effect that ' ' mentality was a sort of by- product, or, rather a7i efflorescence, so to say, of ionized infinitesimal atoms vibrat- i?ig with a quasi i jifinite velocity. ' " We have no desire now to delay up- on this old bit of new information, so let it stand in all the fresh beauty of its new garb. We simply notice, en passant, the flood of light it throws up- on the heterodox looking proposition above enunciated. If the vibratory movement is next to infinite, the men- tal machine understands well; if the movement slackens, not so well; if it is comparatively sluggish, it is doltishness; if it stops, it is brutish stupidity. In any case, so long as movement is move- ment, and mentality is movement, it and its result must be all right, and, therefore, different minds thinking different things about the same thing must all of them be right. It may be so subjectively, whether as mere activity or result in itself. But what about the objective side of the question? Some one whispers the ans- wer. That " different minds " means only " different degrees of mentality, " and the point in question is only one of more or less and not of disagreement. Another suggests that the object is com- plex; that one party takes one point of view and the other another. So it hap- pens with the spectrum when yoii can confine your attention to the ultra-red and I to the ultra-violet. But the trouble is when, say, a dozen persons 106 THE REDWOOD would confine their attention to the ultra-red and one would see nothing, the other blue, the next not blue or green, the next black, and so on. Allowing for the vagaries of color blindness, one can say this is impos- sible; yet it is a most faithful picture of this very real world in which we live. On the hypothesis that difference in mind is only one of gradation, a good showing can be made out, thus: I see a triangle, so do you; 3 ' ou see in it more than I do, for it brings to your mind the trigonometric functions which I know nothing about. Another will see even more, namely, the expansions of sines and cosines into infinite series, which is all a mystery to you and me. Why, the geodetic and coast survey of the United States sees even more; we mean those processes of triangulation by which they map ont the whole counrry and measure arcs of meridians and par- allels of latitude. If this is not what is meant by the phrase " different minds, " we must con- fess our utter inability to understand the point at issue. For all cognitive faculties are meant by nature to estab- lish an equation between the represent- ation and the thing represented. If this is not true, the whole process of cogni- tion is nothing but a delusion and a snare, and man the perpetual victim of phantasmagoria. All mind is made for truth and in the nature of things can- not but be made for truth, and if truth is worth anything, it consists in an e- quation, and that equation can be un- derstood more or less; but what is cer- tain is that one mind can not declare it an equation and another mind a non- equation, for the thing in itself (das ding an sich) is either an equation or a nonequation, and there is no middle terra. If it is an equation and one mind says yes and the other mind no, one must be right and the other wrong. The identity of contradictories is the ultimate step of mental derangement and the solid common sense of mankind has never been able to see in it any- thing except a dream of dreams and a vanity of vanities. There are those who havedeclared being is not-being and not-beingisbeing.which can be understood in a certain way. For instance, being in general is not being in particular and vice versa. But the affirmation that a being in general is not that being in general, say, that a rose is not a rose, can only be explained on the supposi- tion that the afiirmer can be suffered to be at large only if he is harmless in other respects. The proposition that different minds can think different things about the same thing at the same time and from the same point of view, otherwise un- derstood than as we have pointed out, is as full of practical mischief as the grossest error or the wildest passion. Take two men who disagree about something, say the owner of the Los Angeles Times and the dynamiter. Ac- cording to the above theory, both of them are right, because they have different minds. If so, why should the country sympathize with the one and seek vengeance on the other ? If both of THE REDWOOD 107 them are right, i. e. the peaceful ownership and preservation of the Times Building is the truth of the case, and its violent destruction is also the truth of the case, why should we dis- criminate between truth and truth? If we are in the truth how can we perse- cute, prosecute and punish the truth? Does truth oppose truth? I think a man innocent; 5 ' ou think him guilty. Both of us are certainly right, because we Lave different minds. What is to be done? You are stronger than he, so you rob him of his belong- ings and you send him adrift. But I think h im right and therefore am right. But I am stronger than you, so I vio- lently dispossess you of what you took from him and send you adrift. I can not be blamed because I was right, nor can you be blamed because you were right. Hence the above proposition translates itself into this other — " might is right " and " right is might " — the only prerequisite being the easy per- suasion that one is right because he thinks so. But the governments under w hich both you and I live will take cognizance of the case and fine both of us, forsooth, on the ground that the law thinks otherwise than we, and the law is certainly right, because it thinks it is right, and the law makers were right because they had different minds from yours and mine. But, hold; what right has the government to persecute and punish? The sole hypothesis of our being wrong can justify any govern- ment for the punishment of both you and me. Any other view of punishment is arbitrary and criminal. The sole difiFerence between a just government and a tyrannical one hangs on this dis- tinction. At all events the government will seize and punish both of us for our un- manly immoral conduct. But, by hy- pothesis, both of us were right and so we are subjected to a penalty for be- ing right. But right and wrong are contraries. Both cannot stand at the same time. Hence either the govern- ment is wrong and should withhold its interference (if so, both of us were right and yet we are fighting and the stronger will fight the weaker to death and there is no helping it), or the gov- ernment was right and both of us were wrong, even though both of us thought we were right. I think, with Voltaire, lying is all right; you think it ' s all wrong. I lie to you and you catch me in flagrante delictu and you punish me physically, and I graciously return the compliment. Who is going to arbitrate between us? He who does so must think both of us to be in the wrong and he is sure to be right, because he thinks so, and nature has blessed him with a different mind. So, if he thinks he is the stronger, he will do by us what he thinks fit and no government dare interfere because the three of us are right and it is not right to contravene right. The United States settled the friar question in the Philippines by limiting their ownership of land and buying the surplus. On the hypothesis under dis- cussion our government was certainly 108 THE REDWOOD right, because they thought so, But the French government has time and again expelled a legion of its best citi- zens and confiscated their property to the benefit of the state. The same has been lately done by the new republic of Portugal, which, they say, is modeled on that of the United States. It may be assumed they were right and so un- doubtedly they were, because they thought so and had different minds. But can diametric opposites be both right? Is white black and black white? But the parties expelled were a cohort of criminals! Well and good, but those poor criminals had different minds and beyond all shade of doubt were right. By what right then were they expelled and their belongings taken from them? We are again landed into the pure region of mechanics — brutal force — the very negation of mentality. Thus it is evident that whether we take the theoretical or the practical point of view, the new mentality theory cannot stand examination and can only be the fruit of morbid imagination. The only apology we can find for that new fangled idea is in the domain of purely subjective morality. Herein a man ' s conscience — his ultimate prac- tical judgment concerning his proxi- imate conduct — may be clamorously wrong; and yet, because he has no inkling whatever about its being so and he honestly thinks he is right, he is not merely entitled to act but may at times, according to the nature of the case, be strictly bound to act. But cases of such invincible ignorance are exceedingly rare and seem to be evidences of initial mental derangement, for which society in general or the state will provide. Rkv. J. S. RiCARD, S. J., 5. F. Call. THE REDA ' VOOD 109 MY THIRST I thirsted in the desert far away, I longed— -I prayed — blasphemed for water cool. But no! the burning sands, the wind, the pool Of fancies ' fount which could no moist purvey— ' Twas all for I was cursed. I thirsted in the desert far away, I begged— implored,— I raved— I swore— but no! My thirst was quenched not— when lo! My eyes beheld a stream of sparkling spray And I forgot my thirst. I thirsted; ay! this sinful soul of mine The transient pleasure,— look!— has all defiled, And now unclean I roam this world exiled Asking for naught— yet pre-ordained to pine Through life for all my deeds,— The deeds of him that ' s cursed. I thirsted; ay! my soul was rent with pain By galling drinks the subtle demons gave; For I had sinned, and sin held me its slave,— When for a moment I beheld His reign And I forgot my thirst While telling slow my beads. Lawrence O ' Connor 110 THE REDWOOD IN THE BORDER HOURS ADKI ICATE lacework of feathery flakes began to descend, softly, without violence, giving a mistj ' , silvery touch to the prose of the street. After witnessing one of the most tri- umphant performances of the operatic season, a gaily dressed throng were filing out of the Metropolitan Opera House; some chattering about the opera, others admiring the soft snow flakes which settled on their clothes, while others were preparing to go on to par- ties. It is at this time New York City is most vividly enchanting. During the border hours, all of wealth, splendor, in- terest and excitement are in the ascend- ency. Anything may happen and seem natural and fitting in the happening. Dick Nelson hurried on to turn in after spending a jolly evening witness- ing the opera. Reaching home, he sat down and sleepily surveyed his comfort- able bed chamber, and as familiar ob- jects forced themselves on his drowsy senses, he smiled in great contentment, for he was in his own rooms and it was Christmas Eve. It was to be his Christmas of Christmases, a day all to himself to enjoy as he v illed and he had willed to enjoy it in solid comfort. It was at this moment that the oddest and most raucus of noises made itself audible. Some persons appeared to be singing, or rather, emitting some species of vocal sound. " Thunderation! What extraordinary discords! " he exclaimed, going to the windovi ' with a scowl on his otherwise peaceful face. " I wonder who is re- sponsible? " Nelson opened the window and be- held a very shabby, shaky, unkempt old man, standing in the glare of the elec- tric lights, with some sort of instrument. A stout melancholj ' - looking woman and a thin little girl were supplying the vocal portion of the entertainment. " Why are these blame idiots croaking out there at this time ' of night? — the beggars. Why can ' t they let a fellow rest? My nerves are all tired and I can ' t stand this any longer. Heavens! that last chord! " he groaned. Nelson dropped back in his easy chair and started to chew fiercely on the big black cigar that he had been puffing. " The beggars — they will wait to meet the people coming from the opera. The chances are they have more money than the average man " , he grumbled. The music ceased, but he knew too well that the nerve-racking concert would soon begin with reuev ed vigor. Suddenly a rich, warm soprano voice flowed across the night. His trained ear noted a certain ringing, sweeping quality in the opening bars of the song which startled him still more. Easy and graceful it came gliding over the passages, at moments uncertain and shy and then opening upon the air with joyous freedom to the ease and grace and strength in the final low notes that THE REDWOOD 111 made his throat muscles open in silent accord with it. " Good Heavens! " he exclaimed aloud, " am I asleep or dreaming, or — at home " ? — Bounding up he rushed to the street. A young girl had alighted from a carriage and was singing to a motley crowd. Other vehicles were stopping to listen to the sweet voice that floated through the air. " Marie! What can this mean? For Heaven ' s sake, tell me! Am I crazy or having a pipe dream? " The singer ' s lips trembled, her big, clear eyes en- treated them. " Mother and I just came to the city for Christmas. We saw the opera to- night. On our way home we met these poor unfortunate people singing for bread. I gave them all the money I had with me — a mere nothing. Mother consented to let me sing — you know it is Christmas Eve " , she gasped excitedly and out of breath. " Stay here, Dick, I am so glad to see you " , she added. " Wait and I will get my violin " , he said, at the same time rushing with breakneck speed to his apartments. He was back in a jifify with the violin under his arm. " Come on, now, Marie, and we will give your mother a great surprise " , he said. The spot was one rich in opportunity, fitted to such an adventure, a corner where the big, fashionable avenue of the city was noted for brilliant restau- rants, exclusive gambling houses, and luxurious hotels. By this time a great number of motors and carriages had stopped to listen. As they started to go on with the concert, Dick motioned the old lady to pass the hat. The range of the sums was wide. An old man often cartooned for his miserliness dropped a twenty dollar bill from his coupe windov and told his coachman furiously " drive on " . Various other amounts were received from the rest of the audience. As a conclusion the girl sang the " Cantique de Noel " . Rich, warm and flexible rose the opening bars, welcomed by the soft snow flakes, reverberating on the dark buildings and then borne down the hushed streets. The audience seemed to watch the last, full, clear note, launch forth, go like a bubble on the light breeze, transparent, glistening and unbroken, until it could no longer be seen. The melancholy looking woman had returned with the money in the hat. Taking out his watch Nelson rioted it was ten minutes past twelve. The woman hesitated and with an Italian accent offered the hat to Nelson. Marie v as crying softly. " What a happy Christmas Eve " ! she sobbed. Nelson ' s kind eyes v,;ere very misty as he handed the old man the hat with a slight bow. " Will you permit me " ? he said gently. " It is Christmas morning. " W. ROWI AND. 112 THE REDWOOD IN MARIAM M OTHER! when the Infant Savior Pressed thy lips with lips Divine Didst thou know that love ' s pure symbol Would become a traitor ' s sign? Mother! when the Childlike Savior Bowed his little head in prayer, Didst thou see the Mount of Olives Mirrored in the silent air? Mother! when the Youthful Savior Labored at His lowly trade, Didst thou hear the plaintive echo Wafted from lone Calvary ' s shade? Mother! when the Man-grown Savior ' Mongst the guests at Cana stood. Didst thou know that soon thy station Would be ' neath His blood-stained rood ? Frank D. Warren. THE REDWOOD HOBSON 113 OLD Hobson stood on the Oak- land dock watching the ferry boat drift in between the piers. He had just arrived from New York on the evening overland limited. " Ah ! " he sighed, throwing his long black overcoat upon his suit case. " I guess I won ' t need it here in San Fran- cisco. How mild the weather is — and it ' s only two days from Christmas! I don ' t blame them for praising their city, " he continued to himself, " ii New York only had this climate we shouldn ' t be freezing back there. " However, more important thoughts than those of the weather engrossed his mind. Fumbling through the inside pocket of his traveling suit he drew out a small memorandum and turned page after page. Presently he seemed to h£ve found what he sought for; his dark brown eyes fastened themselves upon what seemed to be a man ' s name and address. Raising his eyes from the book he brushed back his iron gray hair and stood meditating, as if puz- zled what to do. " Yes, " he determined, " I ' ll call upon him. " Then a pause and a repetition: " yes, I shall see him first. ' ' " All aboard! " shouted the dock ten- der, and the throng rushed in through the gates. Next morning after breakfasting amidst the brilliancy and coziness of the new Palace ' s beautiful and most or- namented lobby he stepped to the street and hailed a taxicab. " California and Montgomery, chauf- feur, " he said. The car lightly rolled across Market and bounded down Montgomery. On arriving at his des- tination he found that his man would not be due at the office until ten, and it was then exactly nine-thirty. " Well, " he said indifferently, handing his card to the clerk, " tell Mr. Haynes I shall call later. " Once more he found himself upon the noisy and crowded street. Pausing on the corner of Montgomery and Califor- nia, he cast his eyes up the latter street. There crowning the summit of the hill stood the Fairmont, glorious and famed throughout the world, backed by the deep and clear December sky. " Ah! " he thought, " I must see that beautiful palace. " He alighted from the cab!e car on the top of the hill, aud seemed refreshed to breathe in deeply the pure air from off the Bay. " What a magnificent sight! " he ex- claimed, as he turned his admiring gaze from the palatial building before him down upon the busy city below, and out upon the Bay with its many ships resting on its calm waters. His attention was drawn from a sur- vey of these beauties, by the call of a nurse to a little child who was playing near him, and who was holding in bis hand a pretty boquet of carnations. THE REDWOOD " My Heavens! if that isn ' t the very image of Kddie! " he exclaimed with a twitching at his heart. " Those large, deep blue eyes, that perfect little mouth, those brown curls which fluff to his shoulders, the chubby httle body clad in blue serge with half stockings, — it ' s really the image of my little Eddie. " The hard business man sighed, for memories of a year ago leaped to his mind, memories of the day on which he had consigned to the grave the remains of his little son whom he adored ..... and with the child ' s remains were buried most of the love that had ever warmed the father ' s heart. It was no wonder then that the antics of the lad at play fascinated old Hobson; he could not turn away. " Want a flower? " called the little fellow bubbling over with childish good nature — to the stranger watching him so intently. " Sure, my little man, " replied the other kindly. The little child in joy sought to pick out the largest carnation he had. " Robert, come here, " called the nurse as he was passing the blossom to his new admirer. The lad, half frightened, turned and ran toward the nurse, who hardly no- ticing the incident had continued on her wa y and was now some distance off. " Wait a minute, wait a minute, " the little fellow called back. Old Hobson was puzzled; mechanic- ally he pulled out his watch and saw it was ten-thirty. " Time to be back, " he murmured, and boarded a passing car. In the meantime Haynes, arriving at his cfl ce, was greeted by the clerk, who doubtfully handed him Hobson ' s card. " Where is he? " he immediately asked. " He will call later, " responded the clerk. " Why didn ' t you entertain him here, and ring me up? " " I — I didn ' t think of it, " stammered the clerk. " Exactly, you never do think, " flung back Haynes as he entered his private office. He felt uneasy over his unex- pected visitor. Why should Hobson be here? Why call on him? Of course it wasn ' t unusual for him to come to the Pacific for the winter, but still he felt there was something wrong, though he could not solve the problem. " Mr. Haynes? " inquired Hobson, on being admitted into the broker ' s ofiice. " Yes, sir, " came the quick answer; and he turned to see who the intruder was. " Oh! Mr. Hobson. I am so glad you have come, " he exclaimed, jumping to his feet and extending forth his hand. Hobson shook hands, then staring in- to the broker ' s eyes, " I am here, " he said, " on a very pecu- liar mission. " " Why-a-a-I don ' t know what you mean. " " Exactly; but you will in course of time when you find yourself ruined. " " Come, come, there ' s a mistake, I tell you. " THE REDWOOD 115 " No, there is not a mistake. You are a treacherous aud ungrateful fellow. " " Why, Mr. Hobson, I am entirely ig- norant of what you are trying to ac- cuse me. " " Are you? " sneered Hobson in a rage. " Well then, I ' ll just warrant you, that you ' ll never break another corner on me again. " " You don ' t mean in my buying ore for P. Lock and Co? " - " Yes; Lock ' s been trying to thwart me ever since he ' s in the business. And he did, but with you, whom I thought was a friend. I say you ' ll suffer for it, " he almost shouted, shaking his fist in the air. " Listen! " pleaded the broker. " No! I know your story, for your wife ' s sake, your child, and the rest, eh? No, I heard those stories so often that I am tired of them, " cried Hobson, in- creasing his anger. " But I have — " " Keep quiet, I say. " Silence fell upon the room. Hobson had worked himself into a rage. His eyes glared with revenge; his lips trem- bled. Haynes, his eyes sunken, looked haggard and tired; he was suffer- ing mentally. Strange, disagreeable thoughts passed through his mind. It was only too true Hobson could ruin him. He had him under his thumb, and then — what of his wife and child? Hobson reached out for his hat, rose and was about to depart, when sud- denly the door opened. " Daddy! " cried a little child leaping into his father ' s lap, and kissing him dearly. Hobson stared upon the intruder — those deep blue piercing eyes, that chubby face, those brown curls. Where did he see them, before? Ah, yes! The little child acquaintance of an hour be- fore. " My, but you ' re awful cold, daddy, " continued the little one. Then noticing and recognizing Hob- son, who was nervously standing by, " You are a bad man; this morn- ing I told you to wait, for I wanted to give you a letter to bring to Santa Claus aud you jumped on the car. " The child tightly held the letter in his hand. Hobson bent over him, " So like my little Eddy! " he said aud kissed him tenderly. Then releasing the note from his grasp, he departed. " Ruined, " murmured Hayes, throwing himself into a chair. " Oh! what a Christmas " , he groaned; " if he would only let me explain, I have all the ore he wants. " His thoughts changed. They were of his wife; he knew not in what manner to tell her of his downfall. Thus as he sat meditating upon his misfortunes and the hardships his wife would have to bear and the difficulties his child would have to contend with, a telegram was given to him. With trembling hands he tore open the envelope and read: Fear nothing. I have changed my mind; kindly accept the few presents I shall send for your little child. Hobson. Joseph F. Demartini. 116 m THE REDWOOD THE BIRTH OF CHRIST ACRED morn, arise! Sacred morn of Him Dawn with happy skies! Let cathedrals dim Hear the impassioned priest, Chanting the feast Chanting of Him. Free from all things base Chants that holy priest While cherubs kiss his face. That strong priest of God Flinging the jeweled rod Of pleasure from him. Turns to serve his God Turns to serve his Christ. Like some brooklet ' s music dim Flows his life, serving Him. Let blithesome youth and maid Sing their Christmas lay, While enrapt in thoughtful prayer Men of musing share Visions of unending God, ' Neath some cloister ' s shade; Dreaming of how God was born Dreaming of how Christ was born Without the rich and splendrous train That follows some proud menial king. THE REDWOOD 117 Christ, the God of all was born God, the Christ of all was born With that passioned mother-love That many a prince doth miss. Let the nine celestial choirs Flaming with empyreal fires At the throne of heaven sing In the paradise above, Let the strains of heaven swell Like some wind blown silver bell, Let the music flood the world Into Utopian bliss. Rise sacred morn. Rise, joyous morn. Light the world with love. Dawn upon the rich and poor Dawn upon the base and pure. Let the earth be faster whirled Into that happy morn. Dawn sacred morn, Rise holy morn, Day that God was born! Victor C. Cresalia. lis THE REDWOOD AT THE PARKERS ' i ' D HATE to be out in that storm to uight; wouldn ' t you, Dad? " asked Charlie, the eldest of the Parker children as he peered out through the window upon the snow. Even as he spoke a terrific gust of winter wind shook the house with such violence as to make it almost sway in the arms of the raging storm. " Yes, son, it certainly is a bad one, " said Mr. Parker, as he feebly crossed to the window. (Jld age had begun to show itself upon the form and features of the once healthy lumberman and it was with much difficulty that, through the last few months, he had dragged him- self to his work. " Why folks, " he con- tinued, turning around, " I don ' t believe we have experienced a storm like this in the last six years. Listen to that wind! " Again the wind shrilled and howled around the snug little cottage. Without, the lonely plain lay death-like beneath the black scurrying clouds. The snow had been falling for several days and its weight in the fury of the storm had arched many a majestic redwood and stalwart pine. " Harry, please throw another limb on the fire. It keeps the room so com- fortable. " The little fellow obeyed and the mother returned to her work. The fire sprung up cheerily, spread- ing its comforting warmth to every cor- ner of the small living room and cast- ing distorted shadows on the sparsely ornamented walls. Near the hearth, little ten year old Mary was fondly hugging her Newfoundland pet, Nig. Harry, in childish jealousy was vainly trying to steal its attention from under- neath the table. They should have been happy, this little group — snug and comfortable from the storm. And indeed they were,— but only partially. Mrs. Parker knewbeforesbespoke why thehouestold man ' s face was troubled as he sat in his big armchair gazing tboughtfully into the fire. " What ' s the matter, John? " she ask- ed. " Don ' t you feel well to-night? Come and take a bite with me and the children. " There was no reply. " John, " she repeated, " John. " The big man turned restlessly in his chair, " I was thinking of Frank, " he answered, slowly and sadly. As if the very name were familiar to him the dog stirred uneasily on the floor. " Fwank! " lisped little Harry from the table, " where ' s Fv ankie, papa? " " Frank ' s alright, " answered the father; " don ' t cry, little man. Frank ' U be home pretty soon. " " Remember, " he continued, again to his wife, " it was just two years ago this very night that we heard from him. Poor boy! I wonder if God can have called him to Himself these last two years. Or can he be up in those dredr Alaskan lands with his fortune yet un- THE REDWOOD 119 gained? Ah, if I had only thought, if I had only thought, he never should have gone. " " Oh! he must be alive, he must be alright! " exclaimed Mrs. Parker. " You know his determination, John, " she continued reassuringly; " you remember what he said in his last letter. It is a terrible struggle but I am sure he will wiu. He shall never come home until he does. " " Then why have we not heard from him? " asked the old man queruously. " You know what the Klondike mails are, John. You can never rely upon them. Don ' t you remember, his last letter was lost for many months. He may have written often, " urged Mrs. Parker, offering credibilities on which she herself did not rely. A shadow of gloom and sadness fell over the party. The mother and elder children finished their supper in silence and the table was cleared. Then, the dishes done, the father and mother sat conversing in low tones by the fire- side. Mary, in the far corner of the room Vv as telling her little brother of the Babe of Bethlehem. The little fellow only half interested, was watch- ing his mother ' s sad face. At length a big tear rolled down her cheek. Run- ning over to her he looked up into her face, and, in childish tones, " don ' t cry, mamma, ' ' he coaxed, " Christ was born on Christmas. Maybe He will make us happy to-morrow. " It had been just three years and a few months before that the father had been seriously hurt in the forest behind their home. A long drear sickness followed. The loss of the thrifty lumberman ' s income had been severely felt by them in the months that follow- ed. It was for this reason that their seventeen year old son, Frank, had wrested from his father permission to go to the Klondike. They hoped that he might gain sufficient means to relieve their poverty. For a long time, the father and mother received letters from him monthly. Though, as Mr. Parker reminded his wife, it had been two years ago this very night, since they last heard from him. A half hour passed by when suddenly the storm calmed noticeably. Without, no sound could be heard except the gentle beating of a few flakes, at in- tervals, against the window pane. Charlie, from his place near the win- dow, suddenly exclaimed, " Oh! come see the moon, pa. Gee! it ' s pretty to- night. " Mr. Parker, crossing to the door, pushed it open. Through a rift in the clouds, the moon poured down its splendor, bathing the lowlands and mountains in its pale yellow light. The vast rolling plain lay life-like before him while the snow-covered and glistening Mt. Hines loomed up beauti- ful yet defyiugly in the distance. The old man fearing the chill night air upon his family, closed the door and returned to his chair by the fire. The little clock on the mantle had just struck nine when suddenly Nig who had been sleeping comfortably on the hearth, jumped to his feet and stood 120 THE REDWOOD listening, his long shaggy tail wagging uneasily. For almost a minute he staid in this position. Then suddenly he made a bound for the door, pawing and scratching at it nervously. The father arose and opened the door. The large Newfoundland rushed out madly and bounded off upon the snow. A faint sound of sleigh-bells greeted Mr. Parker ' s ears as he peered out upon the ghost-like plain. They gradually grew louder and louder until the dull thud of horses feet could be heard upon the new fallen snow. Mother and children rushed to the door; when suddenly a sleigh dashed sharply around the little knoll in front of the house and drew up before the door. What was it made the mother ' s heart throb as she peered out into the night? What caused the old man such anxiety at the sight of an ordinary sleigh? Mr. Parker started toward the gate. Al- most hidden from view amidst heavy furs, a tall young man jumped to the ground and hurrried toward him. The stranger threw back his large fur cap and taking the old man in his arms exclaimed, " Father! Thank God I am home at last on this blessed Christmas Eve! " H. R. McKiNNON. THE REDWOOD 121 PUBI.ISHED MONTHI Y BY THE STUDENTS OF SanTA ClARA CoIyI,EGE The object of lite Redwood is to give proof of College Industry, to record College Doings and to knit closer together the hearts of the Boys of the Present and of the Past. EDITORIAL STAFF EXECUTIVE BOARD William C. Talbot President Roy a. Bronson Exchanges In the Library Alumni College Notes Athletics associate editors Daniel Tadich Chris. A. Degnan Hardin N. Barry Daniel Tadich Lawrence O ' Connor Marco S. Zarick, Jr. business manager Roy a. Bronson assistant business manager Herbert L. Ganahl alumni correspondents Geo. a. Sedgley, B. S., ' 68. Alex. T. Leonard, A. B., ' lo. Address all communications to The Redwood, Santa Clara College, California Terms of subscription, $1.50 a year; single copies, 15 cents i:ditokial comment So November 19 has come and gone. All the excitement and worry previous to that day has been changed into joy and contentment, and ?f Santa Clara still rings with the happy cry, " we told you so. " That was certainly a victory, and it will be remembered by every Santa Claran for many a day. What a game! clean, open and, best of all, a close game. No two teams could have been better matched, and that is what the spectators like to see. The excitement of the onlookers is the best proof of the quality of any athletic contest, and at this game the whole crowd of 5000 people were wild. All forgot their dignity, age and position, 122 THE REDWOOD and, in the common fever of excitement, became boys again with the youngest collegian on the grounds, and vied with one another in their shouts of encourage- ment to the team they backed. Hats, canes, ribbons and handkerchiefs were waved and thrown into the air; no one seemed to care much whether they ever came back. And the rooters for both sides, too, did wonderfully well. They afforded a handsome spectacle of college spirit and loyalty — the Santa Clarans in their red hats and white shirts, and the St. Mary ' s upholders forming a huge red M set in a background of blue. And the vim and vigor with which both sides gave the college yells showed that they not only rooted with all their lungs but with their whole heart and soul. The team needs no word from us to tell them what everyone thinks. They have already been told a hundred different times in a hundred diflferent ways, so we will not even attempt to express our feelings here; it would be far beyond our ability. We only hope, that next year our team will play the same kind of game as we have just lately wit- nessed and won. to hope for and something to expect. Christmas day is inspiring of peace and rest, and it brings with it a spirit of joy and good-fellowship. The schools close, the shops close, in fact the whole world pauses, with bared head, to rever- ence the dajj- when all hope, with the coming of Christ, was born anew. There is something about it that is awe in- spiring, something that cannot be ex- plained. Of course with the schoolboy, and even with the college student, the up- permost thought is vacation; two long weeks wdth nothing to do but to have a good time. It is certainly a pleasant thought, a beautiful gift from Christmas, and we hope that all will find opportuni- ty and time to enjoy it thoroughly. Those of more maturity, of course, have an additional motive for loving Christmas. They enjoy it because it is the day of days, the anniversary of the coming of the lyight, the day when the portals of heaven were thrown open to the whole world by the Savior. So there is happiness for all. Enemies are forgiven and friends are made. All the world joins hands and cries aloud, " Best wishes to all for a merry and a joyful Christmas. " We are on the heels of Christmas at last, with its good cheer, its peace, and best of all, its holidays. How we all look forward to that great day of days! Everyone does; everyone from the tod- dler of four to the grayhaired of three- score and ten. We all have something Christmas A distinguished visitor at Santa Clara is the Rev. Thomas E. Sherman, S. J., the son of the celebrated General Sher- man of Civil War fame. Father Sherman is an The Rev. Thomas E. _ orator of much power Sherman, S. j. , , , , " . ' ■ ' and has already made a THE REDWOOD 123 deep impression on the minds of the students by his lectures to them. Editorially, however, we take a more personal interest in the presence of this reverend visitor in our midst because he was one of the first editors of the Georgetown Journal, long ago in the early seventies. Although the Santa Clara Owl issued its first number in December, 1869, and was thus, we think, the pioneer in Catholic College Journalism, still, as it was not fated to last more than eight or ten years, the Georgetown Journal may take to itself with little likelihood of challenge, the honors of pioneership. In those days on Vq. Journal, the boys did everything. Wm. Henry Dennis was the moving spirit, — printer, type- setter, literateur. Another clever writer of those days, who became prominent later on, was the Hon. James F. Tracy of Albany, formerly of the Supreme Bench of the Philippines. These two, together with Father Sherman, did devoted service in those early daj ' s of the Journal. Behind them and inspiring them was that great, good man who last year passed from this world to his reward in heaven, the Rev. Patrick Healy, S. J. He was a man eminent in many ways, but especially in the formation of men ot character who became in later years of inestimable service to the Church and the State. The New Year The present year has served its term well and is slipping by almost without our knowing it. The new year will do the same; in the morning we welcome it, and in the evening sorrowfully watch its departure. But Time must turn his glass, regardless of circumstances, and since the empty- ing of one side always fills the other, we know that the exit of one year only means the entrance of a new one. It is for us to decide whether it is to be a greater year than the last one or not. Time only measures its dura- tion, he leaves the moulding entirely to us. Let us all then on the new year ' s morning make a resolution to carve for ourselves a glorious year, one that will totally eclipse the past. We all leave for home in a few days and when we return 1910 will have changed to 191 1. We shall be starting on another lap of three hundred and sixty-five days, and the most important thing is to make a good start; be off at the crack of the gun and keep up the race. To everyone, to the prefects, to the professors, to all the Fathers, and to all the students, the Redwood extends its best wishes for a very happy New Year. W. C. Talbot. 124 THE REDWOOD The Mercerian If it were the duty of the exchange editor to pick the best of the latest mag- azines upon his desk, his task would indeed be diflBcuIt. We prefer to say that this month there is no best, but each book maintains its own peculiar high standard. One interested in the v orks of Ameri- ca ' s latest great humorist would do well to read " Mark Twain " in the Mercerian. This essay shows a marked familiarity with the circumstances of the humorist ' s li fe, and with his true charac- ter. The writer tells us, " He made the world laugh; for him there was ofttimes sorrow. ' ' This clearly portrays the character of " Mark Twain. " He was often depressed by misfortune and be- reavement, but not once does he give way, or show evidence of despair in his works. " A Belated Apology, " a story of the back-woods is interesting but a trifle unreal. A man, taken for a revenue officer is cornered in the cabin of a " still " proprietor. A pistol is leveled at his head, cocked, and the villian has his finger on the trigger, when " crash went the door " and rescuers entered. In all probability, the " crash " would have excited the man to pull the trigger and the hero would no longer be able to tell the tale. " One Touch of Nature " is a well- handled sketch portraying the gluttony of lower human nature for revenge. " Mis " Grant on Woman Suflfrage " is an apt little story in dialect in which " Mis ' Grant " , an old egg vender, gives her views on the subject by relating a few humorous incidents of the actions of " Womun fo ' ks in polerticks " , which bring out the true philosophy of " Woman Suffrage " not indeed as the suffragett would explain it, but as it really is. " Recollections " , a poem, is praiseworthy. The departments occupy too much space. The Fleur de Lis is attractive. " To a Rosebud " , the the opening poem is excellent. Although now-a-days there are few students who could or would shower much praise on the " Prince of Orators " , an ' Demosthenes " expresses the heart felt opinion of the author, and gives the learned Greek his due. " Slum- ber, " a poem lamenting the departure The Fleur de Lis ode entitled THE REDWOOD 125 of summer is catchy and well balanced. Among the stories, " A Dealer in Ghosts " is creditable. " The Lost Leg " is time- honored in plot. It is the usual boat- race story wherein the victors won out by a strategy on the part of the " cox, " and almost super-human effort. " Geol- ogy in the Rockies " is an instructive essay on geological research in tne regions around Denver. The Carolinian has improved greatly in its last issue. It comes to us with a neat appearance and is read with inter- „ est from cover to cover. The " The Hobo " is an inter- Carolmian .. ,.,,, .. r estmg little narrative of how a " knight of the road " helped a struggling reporter to the editor ' s chair by luckily happening on the scene and despatching his " dope " while the regu- lar reparter was away, thereby gaining the esteem of that reporter for the " tin can brigade. " " A Mountain Maid ' s Revenge " is a romantic tale of the days when ' ' stills " were prevalent in the southland. It tells how a mountain maiden betrayed her false lover to the revenue oflBcers to avenge her wrongs, and then thinking better of her act she lights the signal fires, but finds it is too late. Her lover is killed, and to rid her- self of the harrowing thoughts of re- morse she flings herself into a raging torrent. " Father Damian " relates in metrical language the sacrifice made by that great hero in going to the leper islands to comfort those inflicted with the living death. " The Forest in October, " is a piece of verse aptly adapted to the season, and has about it the wintry strain. If you would benefit by following out good advice read " Work, Work, Work Thoughtfully. " This essay contains a deal of advice, — I mean common sense, which if followed out faithfully could not help but bring success. It did our hearts good to happen on a couple of clever stories in the Ra7i- dolph- Macon Monthly. " The Forgotten Girl, " is well told and held our interest to the Macon , .. .• j « -n c last line; and " One of Monthly the Legion " is com- mendable for its novelty of plot. . " Andromache ' s Complaint, " is classical in theme and scholarly in treatment. It represents Andromache imploring the Fates to take her to the great beyond, where she may join her Hector. Other praiseworthy verse is " Sunset, " a sonnet containing vivid imagery, and an apos- trophe, " Southland, " evidently penned by one whose heart is with the sunny clime. An article appears in the William a?td Mary Lit. entitled " MachiavelH. " The writer seems to have realized his mis- takes before completing the essay and withheld his name. Instead, he has taken a pen name and aptly explains all that has gone before it by appending " Tommy Rot " as a signa- ture. He would have done well to have placed this label under the title, in order to save those who were not dis- posed to read tommy-rot, the chagrin of The William and Mary Lit. 126 THE REDWOOD The Xaverian finding at the conclusion of the essay that they had done so. The first installment of " The Yellow Streak " gives evidence of a good story and we are anxious to read its continu- ation. " Hymn to Alma Mater " sings the praises of William and Mary in a manner heartfelt and sincere. " The City Far- Away " has a beautiful underly- ing thought, and gives evidence of ability far above the ordinary. " The Weeping Willows " is also worthy of more than a cursory glance. " My Wish, " the opening verse of the Xaveria7i is a plaintive little poem, voicing the sentiments of one who is weary of life ' s hard struggle. We are sorry however, that this is the only piece of metrical composition ofi " er- ed by this magazine in the October num- ber. Although verse is not the most im- portant item in college journalism, it cannot be said to be the least so. A happy combining of verse essay and fic- tion, goes to make up the ideal magazine. The Xaveria7icon ' t tis several fine essays. " O. Henry, " an essay in the Xavier is a thoroughly readable and instructive article on that novelist. Much is said of his life and works The and we were interested Xavier . incident the writer relates regarding his story, " The Emancipation of Billy. " It was rejected, we are told, not less than thirteen times. This proves an undying purpose and strong will that achieved for the novelist the esteem which he well deserved. " For Ways that are Dark ' ' is woven round a good plot, but the story lacks unity, and is hardly developed in the best manner. " Life ' s Autumn " is a piece of verse that contains much choice thought. " A November Reverie " has the wintry atmosphere, and is perhaps the best poem that this month ' s Xavier offers us. While cutting the pages of the Smith College Mo7ithly — which you must always do — we had misgivings whether the con- tents would be worth Smith ' s , , , , . „ , the trouble. But our College Monthly minds were agreeably set at rest. We had been amply repaid for our labor if we had read nothing but " The Fruit of the Spirit. " This story is of a brand rarely met with and departs gracefully from the beaten path. The hero has been rejected by the heroine. He departs, and after ten years of prosperity, he returns to the same town to vaunt his success and condole with his old sweet heart in her unhappy and impoverished state, — thus he soliloquises. He finds the place, the house, and takes in the surroundings and prepares an apt condolence, — but to his surprise he finds her in the midst of household duties, perfectly happy and contented. He is invited to lunch by the husband of his former sweetheart, but excuses himself and goes away in a very unhappy frame of mind. " The Heroine-To-Be " is a story a little out of place. It were better adapted to the nursery. " A Fishing Party " is an interesting and amusing sketch. " Man, Proud Man, " contains some ex- cellent local coloring. " The Woman in Red " is good among the sketches, but is a trifle unsatisfying and mysterious. Chris. A. Degnan. THE REDWOOD 127 Round the World The eighth volume of the Round the World series was one of the first books to come to our notice for the month of December, and its con- tents of interesting, il- lustrated articles on a great variety of subjects were perused with great relish. These volumes for the most part are made up of descriptive sketches on subjects drawn from all peoples and all climes that are of interest to the major- ity of the reading public. Thus, in the present work, are to be found such articles as Ukiyo Ye, a discourse on Japanese art; St. Patrick ' s Purgatory, a description of a remote spot in Ireland famed as the abode of St. Patrick and a place of religious worship; Olive Oil and its Makers; Joys of a Country Home, etc. The subject matter is always enter- taining, even to the most listless of readers and at the same time aflFords valuable information. Again, the bcaUty and variety of the eighty-seven illustrations which are in this book de- serve to be mentioned as they contrib- ute no small share to its charm. Bea- ziger Bros. Price $i. Hardin Barry. This is another of Father Spalding ' s splendid novels for the young, and from all those who have at heart the advancement of a vig- orous and sound juve- nile literatur, ethis book in particular deserves a warm commendation. The scene of the story is laid in the country districts of Kentucky and the narration of the many and thrilling boyish sports of that region, together with the introduction into the plot of the criminal element in the shape of a producer of moonshine whiskey, must inevitably captivate the heart of the boy-reader. The book has an attractive appear- ance, is cloth-bound and contains 244 The Old Mill on the Withrose 128 THE REDWOOD pages v. ' ith a frontispiece. Benziger Bros. Price 85 cents. Hardin Barky. Having for its object the instruction of converts and inquirers, " Early Steps in the Fold " completely attains its end. This work, however, Early Steps in the " Fold 1 1, 1 ( supply the place of a complete Manual of Instruction, but aims more at smoothing away little difficulties which fall upon the new child of the Church or which deter honest seekers for the truth from in- quiring seriously into Catholic claims. It often happens that the convert, though most carefully trained has re- ceived merely the essential articles of belief and a few practical obligations which bind all Catholics alike under pain of mortal sin. In this case the smaller details of Catholic life have been left to be gradually acquired through sermons, missions or Spiritual Retreats as well as by intercourse with other Catholics. In the meantime the convert may experience a sense of discourage- ment and feel decidedly out of place. This volume is an attempt to meet these and kindred states of the neophyte mind. For example, a very practical suggestion and one much to the point is where the author does away vv ith the very common idea, that venial sin is an impediment to frequent Com- munion. He says, " Whenever a person in spite of tepidity, venial sins (even numerous and fully deliberate ones), in spite of affections for such faults — finds himself, nevertheless, at the time for Communion in the state of grace and animated by a supernatural intention, he will always do better by receiving daily than he would do by communicat- ing at longer intervals. " But while this book treats of these little difficulties of early Catholic life in aiT endeavor to overcome them, it also contains interesting and invaluable in- struction for all practical Catholics or honest inquirers. It is a book that will always be most welcome to earnest Catholics who desire a more complete and thorough knowledge of the faith. P. J. Kenedy Sons, New York. $1.00 H. McKlNNON. The author of this novel, Rev. Mich- ael Earls, S. J., takes for his subject a story of everyday life — the estrange- ment which a non-Cath- olic father feels exists between himself and his family because of a difference in re- ligion, and his final conversion to the Catholic faith owing to the persever- ance and prayers of his wife and little children. Father Earls treats this subject in a simple yet clever manner. His por- trayal of the character of Mr. Gray is the typical picture of many of our American business men. Devoted to their family, honest in dealing with their associates, they are too deeply en- grossed in the call of trade to pay much heed to religious questions. In direct contrast to this example of indifference Melchior of Boston THE REDWOOD 129 As Gold in the Furnace is the beautiful picture of the efficacy of praj ' er presented in the conversion of Gray. The book is neatly bound, well printed and will make an excellent Christmas gift. Benziger Bros. New York, $i.oo W. I. O ' Shaughnessy. " As Gold in the Furnace " is a mod- ern college story interestingly written by Rev. J. i]. Copus. S. J., (Cuthbert) a novelist well known among juvenile readers. The story deals with college Ufe in which the characters of rich and poor, hero and villian are viv- idly portrayed. Roy, the hero, be- comes conscious of the fact that he has a divine vocation and informs his father, a well known lawyer of it. To try his son and see for himself whether it is only a passing pious idea, the father lays certain restrictions on his son for the coming year. Roy sadly returns to college and announces to his friends that he cannot take part in athletics this year. The reason he re- fuses to give them. Such is the situa- tion which the clever author has con- ceived for his hero. The trials and misunderstandings and triumphs that naturally follow grow under the trained pen of the gifted writer into a most fascinating story. It is a splendid Christmas gift for a college boy. Ben- ziger Bros. 85 cents. R. Bressani. Other books that we have received and which we gratefully acknowledge, are: From Benziger Bros. New York: Freddy Carrand his Friends, by Rev. R. P. Garrold, S. J., 85 cents. Ned Rieder: A Parochial School Story, by Rev. John A. Webs, 85 cents. More Short Spiritual Readings for Mary ' s Children, by Madame Cecilia, $1.25. From the Toledo Record: The Spirit of the State Universities. From Little, Brown Co. of Boston: Heroes of California, by George Whar- ton James, $2.00. From M. H. Wiltzins Co., Milwaukee: Andros of Epliesus, by Rev. J. E. Copus, S. J., $1.25. Hardin Barry. 130 THE REDWOOD n a arTMsiH i ,i5 i s . « At the Game At the annual football game against our old rivals, St. Mary ' s College, the old students of former days held their own in the root- ing section and helped encourage the Rugby warriors of the crimson and white to trail the pink and blue down into the dust of defeat. Among those present were Rev. Joseph McQuade, James A. Scott, President of the Board of Education in Los Angeles, James P. Sex, August M. Aguirre, Harry P. Broderick, Francis Pleffernan, John J. Jones, Harry A. McKenzie, " Doc. " Menton, " Doc " Kirk, Rev. Thos. J. O ' Connell, John H. Riordan, Robert Vwohy, Meander J. Murphy, " Rube " Foster, John .Vlaltman, Byington L. Ford, Eugene Morris, Ray- mond Kearney, William Hirst, William Barry, John P. Degnan, Alexander T. Leonard, James K. Jarrett, Edmund S. Lowe, Griffin Kennedy, Ed Nolan, Howard Lyng, Ed. McCarthy, Tom Kelley, Chas. J. Laumeister, John J. Ivancovich, Eugene Don, Clarence C. CooUdge, Jos. A. Farry, Henry A. Pfister, Henry Eberhardt, Dr. J. Clark. 75 On November 12, were laid to rest in Santa Clara .Cemetery the remains of Rev. Fr. Volio, S. J., an old pupil of Santa Clara in the early seventies, and later on in life a beloved member of the Faculty of his Alma Mater. We quote the following sketch of his life from the Los Angeles Tidings. " The Jesuit Order in California is called on again to mourn the death of one of their priests in the prime of life, Father John B. Volio, who died at the early age of 48 years. Pie was born in Costa Rica and made his classical studies at Santa Clara Col- lege, entering the Society of Jesus at the age of seventeen. At college he was much given to study and found no pleasure in games and sports. This un- doubtedly weakened his never robust constitution, and early in his religious life and later repeatedly spat blood. After a brilliant course in philosophy and six years of teaching and regency at Santa Clara College, he made his Theology partly .in Spain at Tortosa THE REDWOOD 131 and partly at Chieri near Torino in Italy. Again he failed in health and gave indication of tuberculosis. He re- vived, however, in California and be- sides teaching at the college, devoted himself to the care of the Sanish speak- ing people in the quicksilver mines of New Almaden and Guadelupe in Santa Clara county. He had a singular love for this arduous work and continued in it for ten or twelve years building meanwhile a pretty church at the Hacienda of New Almaden. During six or seven of these years Father Volio locked after his own people, as he called the Spaniards, living in San Jose. When our right Reverend Bishop in- vited the Jesuit Fathers to take charge of the Parish of Our Lady of Sorrows in Santa Barbara, Rev. Father Kenna brought with him Rev. Father Volio, who gave himself to the care of the Spaniards with his characteristic fervor and zeal. Despite the fact that his body was im- paired by a serious operation and that he carried the seeds of an incurable mal- ady, he labored incessantly. In a short space he knew every Spanish speaking man, woman and child in the parish of Santa Barbara, and the Station of Galetal which he attended. He was universal- ly beloved for his gentleness, his deep feeling and his tender compassion to the poor, and was known amongst his people by the endearing title of ' Padre- cito. ' Removed to San Jose, though broken in health, he took up again his work amongst the Spaniards, but at length his strength gave way. He refused to un- dergo a capital operation for cancer of the stomach as the doctor held out no sure hope of a permanent cure, and he resigned himself to months of suffering in the O ' Ccmuor Sanitarium, under the care of the Sisters of Charity of San Jose. All who saw him during these months were extremely edified at his joyous resignation and tender piety. Conscious to the last he calmly yielded to his Maker a soul utterly un- selfish, on Thursday last, November lo. His body was laid to rest with his Jesuit Brothers in the cemetery at Santa Clara on Saturday. May he rest in peace. " Among the visitors at the college late- ly was the Rev. Father xl. Jacquet, S. J., who several weeks ago returned from Alaska ' where he visited the various Missions in the name of the late Very Rev. Fr. Pro- Provincial, Fr. Goller, whose illness at the time prevented him from doing so. AtVal- dez, Alaska, he met a Santa Clara grad- uate, Mr. Henry Miller, who was de- lighted to get news from his Alma Mater and his old Professors. He had yet in his possession the notes in chemistry of Father Cichi ' s class and reads them over, and over again. Ir.Miller wasexceeding- ly kind to Rev. Fr. Jacquet and could not do enough to make his visit pleasant and agreeable. The class of 1910 ' ,vas well to the fore in their enthusiastic support of our Rugby warriors. They turned out in 132 THE REDWOOD ' 10 plenty to the game; aud with strong lungs cheered us on to victory. The following is a most welcome letter from Mr. Win. I. Barry of this class. " It was with slight misgivings, I must admit, that several former Santa Clara men journeyed across the bay from San Francisco on November 19th to witness the big football game between the men defending the fair name of our Alma Mater and St. Mary ' s College. All of us had been reading newspaper " dope " which had a rather St. Mary ' s color but our general conclusion was that we were to see one great game (we were not disappointed) and that somehow or other that the famous Santa Clara spirit would triumph. Before the game there was certainly a grand reunion. On every side was some old friend or other, many of whom no doubt one will not meet again utitil the next big game. The few minutes prior to the game passed quickly and soon the teams were lined up, the whistle " spoke, " the ball was kicked, the battle was on! Before three minutes of play had passed if anyone had been really worried about Santa Clara ' s hopes they must have been greatly relieved as from the start it was evident that neither team was going to walk away with victory and especially — St. Mary ' s. Then St. Mary ' s scored and the oppor- tunity was afforded for that true Santa Clara spirit to assert itself. — Did a single Santa Claran from the smallest one in the bleachers to the largest on the team, quit? Never! ! It was great! The moment the try for goal failed the Santa Clara rooters started up a cheer that meant their team must win. — This spirit caught the team and they fought even harder than before and soon it was lor St. Mary ' s to worry. Try as they would they could not stop the Red and White from scoring, and score they did. Thus ended the first half with the score tied. From the start of the second half it was evident that both teams were more determined than ever to put the ball over the fatal line — Santa Clara ' s de- fense was perfect and time and time again the bleacherites held their breath in suspense, but St. Mary ' s could not score! Gradually the better condition of the Santa Clara men began to tell and down toward the St. Mary ' s goal the ball travelled as in the first half. Time was growing near to the end and the majori- ty had decided that the result was to be a tie score when all of a sudden there was a pause, a crack and straight be- tween the posts flew the ball. It was done so quickly that for an instant all seemed dumbfounded but it was just for an instant and joy knew no bounds. Only a few more minutes of play and congratulations for the warriors from Santa Clara were in order. The actions of the fellows and the crowd at the game brought back to my memory a somewhat similar victory over St. Mary ' s. This was for the State Baseball Championship in 1906. Santa Clara had lost the first game and won THE REDWOOD 133 the second of the series. The third was to be xjlayed at Idora Park in Oakland. On the day scheduled we all jo urneyed up there with plenty of fight as few conceded Santa Clara a chance and these only its staunchest friends. Well, the score was 8 to o in our favor. Harry Wolter (now of Eastern baseball fame) pitched the game of his life and was the hero of the day. Our football victory, I say, brings this to my mind because there was the same spirit, the same crowd and a team that came from behind and put the " dopesters " to flight. This year ' s Santa Clara team showed themselves to be masters of Rugby — and St. Mary ' s. Every man on the team played a great game and for all there was in it. All Santa Clara College, both past and present, are proud of them and now with such a fine start in the athletic year, hope that in the other events the teams will be as equally successful. To Coach Renwick, Capt. Barry and team of 1910 — congratulations! To the other teams who are to fight for the Red and White — here ' s hoping the same. W.J. Barry, Jr., ' 10. In our last issue we alluded to the death of that great and good man, the Rev. Fr. GoUer, S. J., Provincial of the The Death of Rev. Fr. Goller Society of Jesus on the Pacific Coast. The fol- lowing clipping from the San Francisco Star ex- presses the sentiments of us all: " The death of Rev. Father Goller, Superior of the California Province of the Jesuits, has removed from active life in our midst a man who, though he came to us only a little over a year ago, soon proved by his splendid public spirit and highly developed executive abilities that he was well chosen for the responsible office which he held. But though no longer in the community in the flesh, the spirit and memory of Father Goller will live on, a part of the workings of that great and good body of priestly men and manly priests, the Jesuit Fathers, whose devotion to the public welfare and whose zeal for their fellow men is a shining example to all the world. That Father Goller was one of the most representative of this fine organization of men, at once strong and gentle, keen and kind, is well known to all who had the privilege of his acquaintance. His loss is a severe one, and our heartiest sympathies are ex- tended to the Fathers in their bereave- ment. " Daniel Tabic h. 134 THE REDWOOD w SANTA CLASA 7, MARY ' S 3 ST. Well boys, did we retrieve ourselves? V as the glorious defeat of last year wiped off the boards and was it amply repaid? I ook at the figures 73. Yea! bo! Some speed — eh, wot? For the Red and B!ue I venture to say, and all must agree that they were clearly outclassed. They played a very stubborn game but simply lost their " goats " to a superior team of Rugbyites. As for our dear old Varsity I cannot find words to describe the merits of each individual. All played a cool, heady, consistent game of Rugby and justly earned a hard fought victory. The team work was excellent. Santa Clara men could be found always in the right place at the right time, their marking of the St. Mary ' s backs being superb. List to the murmuring of " Bobs, " in the Chronicle: Great Drop Kick Wins Gamk for Santa Clara Ybarrondo, the dusky-hued Prune valley half-back, turned a trick in the Santa Clara-St. Mary ' s football game at California field yesterday which con- verted a contest with few features into one of the most sensational struggles of the season. Santa Clara won by a score of 7 to 3. The cHmax came within ten minutesofthefinalgun, withthe score tied, when the little Santa Clara wonder picked up the ball near the touch line thirty yards from the desired haven, and after a careful survey of the situation calmly dropped the sphere high over the bar and safely between the posts for a four-point gain. A scene that baffles description greeted this brilliant performance, the rooters in the Santa Clara section for the once losing their wits in their intense excitement and giving their voices full play, while across the field the blue and red root- ers were struck dumb with amazement. Had Ybarrondo failed in his attempt to jpt THE REDWOOD 135 drop a goal, instead of being heralded the hero of the game he would have been showered with the rebukes of his confreres, as futile drop kicks do not leave pleasant memories. Fully 7,000 spectators watched the game and the rooting sections of the two colleges pulled off a number of novel stunts while the teams were fight- ing desperately for victory. Each col- lege had a band in attendance, and the selections of music rendered during the afternoon made a decided hit with the crowd. A spirit of clean sportsmanship prevailed in the bleachers throughout, and the entire Santa Clara student body in their wild, serpentine dance around the field after the game halted in front of the St. Mary ' s supporters and gave a mighty ' ' skyrocket " for St. Mary ' s. This little courtesy tendered by the winning collegians will do much to promote and cement a feelingof brotherhood between the two student bodies, without taking away the keen rivalry that intercollegi- ate sport engenders. BETTER SIDE WON The game itself lacked nothing from a strenuous standpoint. There is little question that the better side won on the day ' s play as the fielding of the backs was cleaner and their forwards gave them more opportunity to shine. In the ruck the St. Mary ' s forwards had decidedly the better of the argument, and by their superior weight they pushed their lighter opponents off their feet, but in getting the ball out the red and white scrummagers were better. The work of the St. Mary ' s backs was decidedly below par, there being more fumbling in the eighty minutes ' play yesterday than has been shown ail the season. Even Starrett, usually a sure- footed and sound player, threw away the chance to give his side a victory by dropping the ball as he crossed the enemy ' s line. This costly error was the turning point in ' .the struggle, as from a succeeding scrum the ball was carried to the other end where Ybarrondo feat- ured in his spectacular goal. In following up the ball the St. Mary ' s forwards excelled, and their only score came as a result of the fleet- footed Walker, who was, perhaps, the best forward on the field. This player was just as prominent in the line-out as he was in the loose, and every advance movement of the St. Mary ' s pack was initiated by him. The Santa Clara backs worked with clockwork precision whenever given possession, and their try was a result of a brilliant bout of passing between Sim, Kelly and Best. Ybarrondo featured in punting throughout and tackled like a demon. In defense the whole Prune valley contingent did wonderful work in the second half, when the St. Mary ' s team made valiant efforts to cross the line. On one occasion the ball trav- eled clear across the field, and every St. Mary ' s runnerwastackled surely, without a yard of ground being gained, SANTA CI.AR A AGGRESSIVE From the kick-off the Santa Clara players took up the aggressive, and 136 THE REDWOOD several scrums were formed near the St. Mary ' s line. Greeley relieved the pres- sure with a timely boot to touch, and Leonhardt helped matters along with a long punt into Santa Clara territory. Tramutolo Vv ' as temporarily laid out, but returned full of fight to the fray. Good kicking by Sim and Kelly were neutralized by L,eonhardt ' s trusty boot, and Santa Clara was placed on the de- fensive through infringing the oflFside rule. Diavila kicked well, and Walker pinned Detels in possession, and the ball rolled over the line for Hatt to score the first try of the game, twenty min- utes from the start. No goal resulted from Diavila ' s place kick. Roused by this reverse, the Santa Clara backs took matters in their own hands, but Best ' s costly fumble spoiled a clever run by Sim, the husky and speedy center. Voight was in the line- out from touch, and Kelly and Best took the ball to the St. Mary ' s twenty-five- yard-line. Fitzgerald and Ybarrondo almost crossed the scoring zone, but they were introduced to Mother Earth in the nick of time. Walker and Simpson came to the rescue with timely boots, and Cann smeared two Prune-valley backs in quick succession before they could part with the sphere. Detels was forced to touch down, and, following the drop-out Ybarrondo featured in good kicking. The St. Mary ' s forwards again assailed the opposing line and Leonhardt found touch close in, but by a pretty punt Detels found refuge at the half-way flag. Shortly after, a brilliant bout of passing between Sim, Kelly and Best resulted in the last-named scampering over for the equalizing. Ybarrondo ' s goal kick filled. Gallagher ' s snappy overhead kicks kept the St. Mary ' s forwards at bay until half time and were usually touch-finders. The second half opened in a vigorous fashion, and time out was frequentl} ' called in the battle that waged between the two packs. The scene of operations for the early part of this period was centered near the Santa Clara line, where a stubborn defense was offered, and only by most miraculous cleverness was a score averted. Hogan went into the game for Kantlehner. Simpson was caught in the nick of time, and Detels touched down. Ybarrondo re- lieved with a good kick, but Hughes, in a brilliant run, returned the siege. DROPS BAI 1. ON LINK Starrett missed the opportunity of his life by dropping the ball on the line after a sure try seemed imminent, and this misfortune was the turning point of the struggle, as the St. Mary ' s backs began to fumble while their opponents rushed the ball to the other end. Leonhardt ' s good kicking alone saved his side from an earlier disaster, but eventually Ybarrondo did the star stunt of the day and the score board read, Santa Clara 7, St. Mary ' s 3. Then the St. Mary ' s players put in all the pepper and ginger possible and in frenzied desperation lunged at the op- posing line, but the defense held firm and the end came with them still fight- ing hard for a score. THE REDWOOD 137 On the St. Mary ' s side Leonhardt, Diavila, Simpson and Hughes were the pick of the backs, while Walker, Cann and Fieberling were the best of the scrummagers. The Santa Clara backs all did well, but Best, Ybarrondo and Sim were constantly in the limelight. Tramutolo played a whale of a game at wing and the elite scrummagers were Voight, Barry and Jarrett. Referee Presley gave entire satisfaction to both sides. The line-up follows: St. Mary ' s Position Santa Clara Leonhardt Fullback Detels Stoltz AVing three-quarter Fitzgerald, Ramage Simpson Center three-quarter Kelly Center three-quarter Sim Starrett Wing three-quarter Best Hughes Five-eighth Scott Five-eighth Half-back Ybarrondo Diavila leapt) Half-back Gallagher Wing-forward Tramutolo Walker Forward Voight Fieberling Forward Jarrett J. Roth Forward Roberts Malloy Forward Barry (capt) Greeley Forward Patten Bell Forward Ganahl Hatt Forward Kantlehner-Hogan Cann, C linton Forward Referee, George J. Presley; linemen, Bill Pemberton, and Taffy Phillips; timers, John Brady and F. Pleflernan. THE GAME IN DETAIL We subjoin a detailed account of the game from the pen of Mr. William Un- mack, sporting editor of the S. F. Call. " Santa Clara kicked off at 3:10 o ' clock and Hughes returned the ball. After some loose play Diavala secured from a scrum and found touch. From the throw-in the St. Mary ' s forwards drib- bled the sphere to halfway. Gallagher picked up and passed to Sim, the Santa Claran finding touch. An exchange of punts followed. Santa Clara was off side and a free kick was awarded St, Mary ' s. T eonhardt sent a long punt down to Ybarrondo, who returned to Starrett. Shortly after this a scrum was formed near the center of the field and Diavala secured and kicked down the field. Walker followed up fast in company with Hatt and the two of them advanced the ball to the goal line, where Hatt picked up and fell over the line. It was a magnificent piece of work, quick- ly executed, and the result of good fol- lowing up. Diavala ' s kick failed, and the score read St. Mary ' s 3, Santa Clara o. ST. MARY ' S FUMBLE After the drop-out there was contin- ual fumbling by the St. Mary ' s back field and Santa Clara rushed the ball to the Oaklander ' s goal line. A free kick to St. Mary ' s relieved the pressure. In the next play the Santa Clarans were noticeable with passing rallies between Gallagher, Ybarrondo and Best, the latter finding touch. Voight was work- ing like a demon in the Santa Clara pack and got in some good work, break- ing through the loose on several occa- sions. The Santa Clara backs were passing well, though their rallies gained little ground. Simpson followed a kick by T eonhardt and secured the ball, but a scrum was formed for knock-on. Scott 138 THE REDWOOD was slightly injured, but was able to resume. CANN PLAYS FAST Cann was next in the limelight by breaking through the ruck with the ball at his toes. A Santa Clara man picked up, but Cann smothered him and in quick succession tackled two other Santa Clarans as the ball was passed from one to the other. The St. Mary ' s forwards Vi ' cre now playing a fine game and the ball was rushed to their opponents ' terri- tory. The defense was good, however, and Sim came to the rescue with a timely kick to touch, which transferred the play half way; Bell broke through and the ball went back to Santa Clara territory, where a free kick against St. Mary ' s helped t o stem the onward progress of the Oaklanders. Walker and Cann were again prominent and these two forced the Santa Clara team to touch-down. Greeley returned the drop out and the ball went into touch in neutral ground. SURE SCORE SPOILED lyeonhardt took a free kick that was awarded his team and sent the ball into touch in the Santa Clara danger zone. Here Ybarrondo was again in the lime- light and kicked to touch. Scott broke away, but passed wild and a sure score was lost, the Santa Clarans again touch- ing down. In returning the drop-out Leouhardt tried to run his men on side and left his position open, none of his men falling back to cover the position. Santa Clara returned the kick and rushed the ball past the three quarter line. With no fullback it looked as if a score were imminent, but some one luckily kicked the ball to touch. From the throw-in a scrum was formed for a knock-on and Gallagher passed out to Sim. The latter set full sail ahead and, when tackled, sent the leather on to Kelly, who again trans- ferred to Best. The latter with a good burst of speed bolted for the line, evaded his opposing three-quarter and scored near the corner flag. It was a good passing rally and was well executed by all taking part in it. Ybarrondo failed in his attempt at goal, making the score 3 all. TEAMS FIGHT HARD Loose dribbling play followed the kick-off,and Tramutolo was again penal- ized for offside play. From a scrum that followed, Santa Clara heeled out to Gallagher, the latter finding touch. Diavala was next in evidence with a boot down the field, and St. Mary ' s forwards smothered the return. Both teams were fighting hard and working for any openings that might occur. St. Mary ' s just before the call for half time, made a determined attack on the oppo- sition, and when the whistle sounded half time the play was on the Santa Clara goal line. Leonhardt kicked off and Jarrett re- turned. From a free kick Diavala found touch. The play settled down at the center for some time and then St. Mary ' s again took up the attack. There was great excitement as the ball was THE REDWOOD 139 gradually worked to the goal line and a scrum was formed just outside the Santa Clara line. At this stage Kantlehner was taken out of the Santa Clara line-up and Hogan took his place. WINNERS ON DEFENSIVE On resuming, Santa Clara was called upon to use all her defensive tactics and St. Mary ' s was penalized for offside. From a scrum later Diavala passed out to Simpson to Hughes, but the active Ybarrondo intercepted the last pass and found touch in neutral territory at half way. Diavala and Hughes were again prominent and broke through the ruck Ybarrondo was once more at the right spot and sent the sphere to L,eonhardt, who marked. Cann was later dis- disabled for a few minutes. From a scrum Diavala passed to Hughes and the latter cross-kicked to Simpson. A free kick to Santa Clara for offside, right under their goal re- lieved the attack that had been made. Diavala passed out to Starrett from a scrum and the latter went around the blind side, but was upset by Fitzgerald. Play was transferred to half way by a kick from Gallagher ' s boot and the Mis- sion lads now took up the attack. YBARRONDO ELECTRIFIES The play see-sawed back and forth for several minutes, the game being in one territory one minute and then in the opposing section, and St. Mary ' s forced the Santa Clarans to touch down on two occasions. From a drop out I eon- hardt returned with one of the best kicks of the day, the ball finding touch five yards from the Santa Clara line, the result of a kick of over 60 yards. It was a few minutes after this that Ybarrondo electrified the spectators with his goal from the ruck, giving the game to Santa Clara. Full time was called soon after this, with St. Mary ' s making desperate attempts to score and being held by the good defense of the Santa Clarans. " S. C. 2nd Team, O St. Mary ' s 2nd Team, O The second Varsities of Santa Clara aud St. Mary ' s Colleges battled to a tie in their second game, Nov. 9th on St. Mary ' s gridiron. The game was well fought. While all played with vim and vigor, the kicking and all-around work of " Buck " Hogan especially deserved praise. It is mete first of all to congratulate Mr. V. V. White, S. J., for the general success of athletics during the present semester. To Harry Renwick great credit should be given for the winning team he put forward and the earnestness with which he worked during the entire season. Edw. G. White deserves a great deal of praise for the business-like way in which the managerial end of football activ- ities was handled. Lest we Forget 140 THE REDWOOD The work of George Presley, ex-Stan- ford star, as referee, is to be highly com- taended. His keen judgment and evi- dent tmxjartiality made him an ideal referee. " Bill " Pemberton, also an ex-Stanford gridiron hero, gave excellent satisfaction as touch-judge, as did also S. N. Phillips of the Barbarian Club. As timers, Frank HefFernan and King Brady clearly pleased each rival faction. The former is a popular alumnus of Santa Clara College while the latter ilaunts the colors of the Red and Bine. 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PENNANTS FOR COLLEGES, SCHOOLS AND FRATERNITIES Any Design Reproduced in Correct Colors and Perfect Detail Four Floors of Slock to Select From. Come in and Get Acquainted, but don ' t buy until you are certain that we offer Greater Value for a price than any house in West. THE HOUSE OF PRICE AND QUALITY 48-52 Geary Street San Francisco Ask For MODEL BUTTER It is GOOD Made fresh every day in our up-to-date Sanitary Creamery Model Cream and Better Co. Phone, San Jose 1355 294-300 North First Street San Jose, Cal. THE REDWOOD FOR REAL CLASS Drop in and look over Billy Hobson ' s new line of Browns, Blues and Grays They are right up to the minute. f m wmmMMmmi mmm mmmmifkmmmm WM. B. HOBSON Clothier Haberdasher Hatter 24 South First Street San Jose, California A. G. COL CO. WHOLESALE Commission Merchants TELEPHONE MAIN 309 84 to 90 North Market St., San Jose, Cal Perfumes, teilei Waters, Ccmb BrusI} Sets for ttpe bolidafs, at UNIVERSITY DRUG CO. . Cor. Santa Clara and S. Second Sts. San Joee THE REDWOOD A. G. SPALDING BROS. are the Largest Manufac- turers in the World of Official Equipment THE Spalding Trade-Mark Is known throughout the Avorld as a Guarantee of Quality FOR ALL ATHLETIC SPORTS AND PASTIMES If You are interested in Athletic Sports you should have a copy of the Spalding catalogue. It ' s a complete encyclopedia of What ' s New in Sport, and is sent free on request. A. G. Spalding Bros, 156 Geary Street San Francisco Telephone Sutter 56 Coast Improvement Gompaoy Gemral Contractors 617-618 Foxcroft Building 68 Post Street San Francisco THE REDWOOD SPRING ' S, Inc. ESTABLISHED 1865 The Home of Hart, Schaffeer MarxClotlies For Men and Young Men Exclusive Agency for Knox Hats $3.0®, $4.00 and $5.00 Santa Clara and Market Sts. San Jose, Cal. If You Want a Finished FOTO HAVE BUSHNELL Take it. The Leader of San Jose Photographers 41 NORTH FIRST STREET SAN JOSE, CAL. Angelus Phone, San Jose 3802 Annex Phone, San Jose 4688 th Mnqdus and J nmx G. T. NINNIS E. PENNINGTON, Props. European Plan. Newly furnished rooms, with hot and cold water; steam heat throughout. Suites with private bath. Angelus, 67 N. First St. Annex, 52 W. St. John St. San Jose, California DR. T. E. GALLUP DENTIST North Main Street, One Block from Car I ine Phone Clav, 68i Santa Clara, Cal. THE REDWOOD HERN AND EZ 12 North Second St. COLLEGE TAILOR MacBride ' s Ueata Sandwich A Dainty Confection. 5c per package For sale at Brother Kennedy ' s store GOLDSTEIN GO. INCORPORATED Costumers, Decorators and Theatrical Supplies —- v Largest and most complete costume house on the coast 833 Market St. San Francisco Manufacturing of Fine Jewelry a Specialty Established 1869 E. nOCHER Ca SON Diamonds, Watches, Gold and Sitverware Optical Goods and novelties Telephone San Jose 3338 No. 15 S. First Street Packard Shoes for Meo $3.50 $4.00 $5.00 EVERY PAIR MADE TO WEIAR Sho-wing of HigH Toes and tii K Heels for Fall M. Leipsic, Sole Agent 73 North First Street Phone Sutter 575 English, Breakfasts, Oolongs and Green Teas JOHN A. LENNON Wholesale Grocer and Importer of Tea, Coffee, Rice 137-139 Sacramento St. San Francisco THE REDWOOD Step into McC ABE ' S and get crowned with one of those new college hats. San Jose ♦♦♦♦ « ' » « « 4H$ - 8» ' « « 4MWKi.- Imperial Dpeing Cleaning douse TelepHone Grant 1311 Special JIfUnfion 0imn to Ladies Garments and Taney Goods f{epairing cf Jill Kinds 1021 Franklin Street Santa Clara, Cal. Mission Hair Tonic and Dandruff Cure IT NEVER FAILS-5ac PER BOTTLE Madden ' s Pharmacy santa ciara, cai. Go to — «« GEO. J. MURSCHEL ...FOR YOUR... Harness and Stable Supplies 1085 Franklin Street Santa Clara, Cal. FELLOWS This book is your product, and it is up to you to support it in every particular. Pat- ronize your advertisers, it is they who mak e the book possible. It is up to you to back those who back you. TUP RCDWOOD FEBRUARY, 1911 THE REDWOOD Base Ball and Track EqMipmenl We are headquarters for A. G. Spaidiny Bros ' Base Ball and Athletic Goods Ten miuutes on the electric car will bring you to one of the most complete and up-to-date Sporting Goods Stock on the Pacific Coast Boschken Hardware Co» San Jose ' s Leading Sporting Goods House 138 South First Street Tennis Equipment All the Leading Models in Rackets made by A. G. Spald- ing Bros, and Wright Ditson. Catalogs on request Let your next pair be Walk -Overs New SPRING Styles arriving daily OUINN BRODER ' S CUalk Over Sboe Store 41-43 South First Street San Jose THE REDWOOD I FOSS HICKS CO. I No. 35 West Santa Clara Street SAN JOSE Investments A select acd up-to date list of just such properties as the Home-Seeker and Investor Wants I F " irej I ife iiiid Accidesat in tiae toest CompaiiieiS | SPRING SUITS f IF YOU WANT TO BE CLOTHED READY FOR SPRING we are ready to give you our help and most serviceable co-operation. You will find that Porneroy ' s Hand-Tailored Clothes | are right. We have received a large shipment of new spring Suits, Hats and Furnishings j fWe invite you all to come and see the new i styles for men and young men. POMEROY BROS. i 49-51 S. First St. San Jose ? THE REDWOOD Osborne Hall SANTA CLARA CAL Cottage System A private Sanatorium for the care and training of children suffering from Nervous Disorder or Arrested Mental Developnient. nfc% Under the personal management of Antrim Edgar Osborne M. B., Fh. D. Formerly and for fifteen years Superintendent 4 of the California State Institution for the Feeble f Minded, etc. t Accomodations in separate cottages for a few adult i cases seeking the Rest Cure and treatment for drug i addictions. I Rates and particulars on application. I -«-e ■ ♦-»-♦ ' -» " •♦-«• «-« •. Phones, Office Clay 391; Residence Clay 12 Dr. H. O. F. Menton DENTIST Office Hours, 9 a. m. to 5 p. m. Rooms 3 to 8 Bank Bldg. Santa Clara Protect Your Valuables By renting a SAFK DEPOSIT BOX San Jose Safe Deposit Bank Inspection Invited Convenient Rooms P. Montmayeur E. LarnoUe J. Origlia t i6»3S n. ' first St. San 3ost, Cal. Phone Main 403 Meals at all hours THl REDWOOD Mayerle ' s German Eyewater yWJ ' Makes your eyes Bright, Strong and Healthy, ft gives instant relief. At all reliable dtngglsts 50 cents, or send 65 cents to (GEC MCiE MATEMJLE Graduate German Expert Optician. Charier Member American Association of Opticians. 960 Market Street., Opp. Hale ' s, San Francisco. Phone Franklin 3379. Home Phone C-4933. Wayerle ' a Uyeglasses are G tiKrantecd to be Absolutely Correct Phone Saii fose 7. ' ! 1 Pacific SMflgle and Box Co. J. C. Mcpherson, Manager Dealers in Pratt-Low Preservlii8[ Coipaiiy PACKERS OK CANNl D FRUITS WOOD. COAI, AND GRAIN AND VEGKTABI,3SS RICHMOND COAI, ii.oo Fruits ill Glass a Specialty Park Avenue San Jose, Gal. Santa Clara, California S. X. ELLIOTT SON Ring up Clay 583 and tell PlMinbisig; A. L. SHAW Gs H FittiMg To hrinji you some GUN AND LOCKSMITHING Hay, Wood, Coal Tbi,Hphoni!; Grant 153 Lime or Cement 902-910 Main St. vSanta Clara, Cal. - -»- " « -«H -»-«- -»- -»-»-»- ♦-»--♦-♦-♦-♦-♦-♦- -♦ I acob Eberhard, Pres. atid Manager John J. Eberhard, Vice-Pres. and Ass ' t Manager EBERHARD TANNING CO. Tanners, Curriers and Wool Pullers Planless- Latigo and Lace Leather. Sole and Upper Leather, Calf, Kip and Sheepskins Rberhard ' s Skirting Leather and Bark Woolskin Santa Clara, ..... California THE REDWOOD SUITS TO order! I Boys, our made to order suits have got them all « a talking. If you want something that is right to | % the minute let us take your measure and we will convince you that we are in a class by ourselves. Prices, $18.00 to $40.00 l _ — . — © ! OVERCOATS i ? We have our complete line of up-to-date overcoats © i 1 I THAD. W. HOBSON GO. | I 1648-2 -22 West Santa Clara St. San Jose, Cal. | 9 r . b. bmitn, Men ' s Fine ForaisMiig Good! ismporter annfl Mamiifactarer of Underwear, Neckwear, Driving Gloves, Etc. SHIRTS MAIgJO ORDER ,g pjj g STREET Dibble ' s Cpckr NEW BIIIES RENTING REPAIRING Victor and Edison Talking Machines $1.00 down and $1.00 per week. Santa Clara Founded 1851 Incorporated 185.S Accredited b State University 1900 College Notre Dame S A N J ( ) S E , CALIFORNIA S I X T I E T H V E A R COURSES Coi. LEtGrATE, Preparatory, Commerciai, Intermediate and Primary Classes for Younger Children APPI Y FOR TERMS TO SiSTER SUPERIOR THE REDWOOD Ssa Jose Engraving Company ginc €tcl$Siigs alf Cones Do you want a half tone ior a program or pamphlet? None can raake it better. San Jose Engraving Company 32 Lightston Street San Jose, Cal. Killam Turniture Co. Santa Clara California Read thie .... JOURNAL Kor ttie Local News $1.50 a Yea r 913 Franklin Street Santa Clara, Cal. I. RUTH Dealer in Groceries and Delicacies ams. Bacon, Sausages, Eard, Buffer, Eggs. Etc. 1035-1037 Franklin Street. Cigars and Tobacco THE REDWOOD L. F. SWIFT, President LEROY HOUGH, Vice-President E. B. SHUGERT. Treasurer DIRECTORS— I,. P. Swift, Leroy Hough, Henry J. Crocker, W. D. Dennett, Jesse W. Lilienthal Capital Paia S!i $1,000,000 lUesterti IHeat Compativ PORK PACKERS AND SHIPPERS OF Dressed Beef, Mutton and Pork, Hides, Pelts, Tallow, Fertilizer, Bones, Hoofs, Horns, Etc. moiiareS and @o!aen @ate Braiia$ Canned Meats, Bacon, Hams and Lard GENERAIy OFFICE: Sixth and Townsend Streets, San Francisco, Cal. Cable Address STEDFAST, San Francisco. Codes, Al. ABC 4tli Edition Packing House and Stock Yards South San Francisco, San Mateo Co., Cal- Distributing Houses San I-rancisco, Oakland, San Jose. Sacratuento and Stockton CONFECTIONERY, ICE CREAM AND SODA TAMALES AND ENCHILADAS TO ORDER Phone Clay 36 1084 Frankhn St. 3(=i T=Tfi=Jr=Jr==lr= [= r= r==Ji=:Jr P=Jr=lr=Jr= r= yf J r= 1084 Frankhn St. | San Jose Transfer Co. Moves Everything That is Loose Phone San Jose 78 Office, 62 East Santa Clara St., San Jose THERE IS NOTHING BETTER Bouquet Teas At 50 Cents Per Pound Even though you pay tnorc. Ceylon, English Breakfast, and Basket Fired Japan Farmers Union San Jose THE REDWOOD O bJ3 S o s3 O -3 o m o THE REDWOOD When in San Jose visit CHARGIN S Hestammt, 6rill and 28-30 Fountain Street Bet. First and Second San Jose When you want the best in Groceries for the least money, try us. We simply make an eflFort to • please customers that other stores think is no use, but we have the business anyway. Sallows Rhodes SANTA CLARA, CAL. POPE TALBOT Manufacturers, Exporters and Dealers in Lofflber, Timber, Piles, Spars, Etc. Office, Yards aiui PSansns MIHs o t • - i Foot of Third Street San Francisco, Cal. Rm enoa Paste Company Manufacturers of All Kinds of Italian and French PASTE PHONE SAN JOSE 787 127-131 N. Market St. San Jose R.E. MARSH DEALER IN Furniture, Carpets, Linoleums Matting, Window Shades, Etc. Upholstering and Carpet Work a Specialty Phone Clay 576 I. O. O. F. Bldg. Santa Clara ' £ Trade with Us for.... | I Good Service and Good Prices | ' £ Sl-)ecial Prices given in Quantity Purchases, Try us and be 9 ' £ convinced. 9 I VAROAS BROS. | I Flioiae Clay 1021: Santa Clara C«Ai « In Memoriam (Poem) Oberammergau and Santa Clara The Rose (Poem) The Ruby Ring A Toast (Poem) 1915 (Poem) His Second Term The Lilies (Poem) Editorials Exchanges Alumni College Notes Athletics M. T. Dooling, Jr. 141 George Golden Fox 142 Ervin S. Best 155 Ralph J. Scherzer 156 M. T. Betels 161 - M. T. Betels 162 ?. A. Toell 163 - F. B. Warren 171 172 175 177 182 184 Nace Printing Co Santa Clara, Cal. Photos by Bush.xell THE REDWOOD STAFF, 1910-11 DANILO J. TADICH, Alumni Notes HERBERT I,. GANAHI,, MARCO S. ZARICK. Athletics ROY A. BRONSON, Business Manager Asst. Buf. Mgrr. WILIJAM C. TAI.BOT, Edilor I,AWRENCE P. O ' CONNOR, Collegre Notes CHRIS A. DEGNAN. HARDIN N. BARRY, In the Library Exchanges Enleyrd Due. rS, i )0 , at Santa Clam, Calif, as second-class matter, under Act of Congress of March 3, 1879. Vol. X SANTA CLARA, CAL., FEBRUARY, 1911. No. 5 IN MEMORIAM (Rev. Jos. P. Lydon, S. J., died Jan. lO. 1911) " Greater love than this no man hath, that he should lay down his life for his friend. ' ' fj were his friends.— e who were under- him Q 2 siudenis, l now how careful for us all, ow careless of himself he ever was. ipis life was ail a service. — e who linow i zn as our £uide and friend know vhai he died (For us and for his (God e £ave his life heerfuJly, freely, fully, for his friends. aurice ' J, floolin , S)r. 142 THE REDWOOD OBERAMMERGAU AND SANTA CLARA An Appreciation of T-wo Fassion Plays WE started from Paris on the evening of Friday, September 23rd, 19 10. After an all night ' s weary ride in a crowded, stuffy European railway coach, we arrived at Munich about 1:30 o ' clock the following afternoon. Thence, two hours later, our " special " pulled out for the last performance of the 1910 Passion Play at Oberammergau. This three hour ' s ride from Munich through a most pic- turesque and romantic country is a fine appetizer for the big feast of great sights that follow. At first I was re- minded of the fertile, green, rolling hills and meadows of Ireland or of our own dear California; later the rugged, sub- lime Alps brought me back to the awe- inspiring views of the no less majestic Canadian Rockies. For half an hour the track skirts the shores of Lake Staffelsee — reputed one of the loveliest lakes in all Europe. At the upper end the train climbs a steep grade and from this elevated position a splendid view is obtained of the surrounding shores — which are of a wonderful variety of shapes and colors. There are several ' isles in the lake, on the largest of these — the wood covered isle of Worth an ancient Gothic chapel stands partly over-shadowed by a lime tree 1000 years old, under whose great spreading branches St. Boniface, apostle to the Germans, is said to have preached. From recent archaeological investiga- tions it has been established that the Romans were once in possession of the surrounding territory. Possibly the wonderful curative properties of these waters drew them hither even as nowa- days it attracts thousands. I was told that Father Kneipp, who was the Par- ish Priest of an adjoining town, built his sanitariums here for the sick and that no less than 30,000 bathe in the waters for health ' s sake annually. It is hard to describe adequately, how anxious one suddenly becomes as he approaches Oberammergau. From earliest childhood I had heard and read about this wonderful Passion Play. And owing to my connection with " Nazar- eth, " the Pa.ssion Play at Santa Clara, I had really become imbued with the sublime subject, so that I doubt if any one approached the little Bavarian village more eagerly than I did. Hence, you can somewhat imagine the throng of sensations that tingled iu my breast as our train stopped puffing at the top of the grade and I stepped off — after my journey of more than 9,000 miles — on the hallowed ground of Oberammergau. Near by was the office of Thos. Cook and Sons with whom I had made my advance arrangements. Upon inquir- ing of them at whose house I was to stay, I was more than delighted to learn that I would be accommodated at the THE REDWOOD 143 bouse of the image carver and dealer in art goods, Hans Mayr, the Herod of this year ' s Play and the son of the famous Joseph Mayr, who died in 1903 after having three different times most cred- itably portrayed the role of Chrishis. Afterwards I found out that I was more fortunate than I even then realized; for this same Hans Mayr, in addition to his playing the part of Herod— and a great piece of acting it was too — had also the burden of first assistant Stage Director, in charge of allthe elaborate groupings. So that he proved, after I had made his acquaintance, to be just the man to take me on the stage and show me all the inner workings of the great Drama be- hind the scenes. Cook ' s agent, called one of the village boj ' s near by and told him in German to conduct me to the house of Herod. The youngster grabbed my bag and off we trotted to King Herod. What struck me immediately was the neatness and fine order of the place. In a few mo- ments we were in the center of the vil- lage and such merry voices of men, women and children I never heard be- fore. Everybody seems to be welcom- ing friends, kissing and shaking hands. " Gruess Gott! Gruess Gott! " (God ' s greetings) was heard on all sides. These words which constitute the customary mode of salutation with these good people are the first sounds a stranger hears on entering Oberammergau and they are the key words that reveal the beautiful meaning of the whole sit- uation and the spirit of the quaint little village. Say what libelous people will about the mercenary spirit that has crept into the once religious Passion Play, 1 found that the same old simple and de- vout Faith is still there. Yes, and for one not blinded by prejudice or bigotry, it is indeed everywhere evident. Right here let me prove this. According to au- thentic reports 260,000 persons visited Oberammergau during the season; the box office receipts reached $420,000, of which amount only one-third or $140,- 000 is distributed among the 700 play- ers. Hence each participant receives about $200 apiece. This is a very small sum when you consider that there were 56 all day performances extending from May till the end of September and that nearly a whole year is devoted to the preparation and that there is conse- quently a neglect of business. But let us come back to our young peasant guide. ' We be nearing the house of Herod. Truly the merry villagers in their long hair and un- shaven beards, nearly all of them wear- ing the crucifix on their breasts, their pretty Tyrolese costumes, and the quaint old German houses with large religious paintings on the outside walls, the great metal-covered cross glistening in the sun on the highest peak of the near-by mountains — all these things put me at once into the religious atmosphere of the place, — so that when I arrived at Herod ' s house I felt that if not in the Holy Land, I was in some enchanted spiritual region. Apart from the slight discomfiture resulting from the biting chilliness which quickly followed sun-down, I 144 THE REDWOOD had every convenience in the clean, large room prepared for me. But more agreeable than even the wholesome board and lodge was the whole-hearted- ness and genuine hospitality of our host. He, like many others among these intelligent villagers, spoke Eng- lish, and when I told him that I came from far away California and that we had, away out there at Santa Clara, a Passion Play of our own, he showed himself particularly kind to me and, as I already mentioned, took me behind the scenes after the performance. At the supper table that night I dis- covered that the majority of the forty guests at this house were Americans, and that two of the parties were from San Francisco and vicinity. It has been so too, I was told, during the en- tire season — surely a striking proof of how our people will travel to witness such events. The night turned out very clear and bitter cold. But I cuddled up under a couple of big feather pillows and on ac- count of my fatigue fell asleep, to hear nothing till the loud clanging of the neighboring church bells at 5:30 o ' clock the next morning. The great day for my seeing the Passion Play had arrived! I was too nervous to remain in bed so I jumped out, dressed quickly and slipped off to church. Although it is a hand- some structure with a capacity of 2000 people, still when I reached there it was already crowded to the doors. I managed however, with some effort to elbow my way in, to find that Solemn High Mass had just commenced. The first great act of the Passion Play was on — at least in the estimation of the pious performers — for all were there, from Christus down to the least of the mob. And all or nearly all received Holy Communion in order to obtain God ' s blessing on their efforts during that day. I shall never forget how deeply I was edified by the fervent singing and the sincere devotion of that vast congregation. So many priests were in attendance at the Play that all could not get leave from the Sacristan to say Mass. In fact I had to wait till the church had been emptied even before I could get up to the altar rail to receive Holy Communion. Having made thanksgiving I rushed back to Herod ' s house, took a cup of coffee, and was just leaving the theater when I heard the cannon shot — the signal that the play was starting — it was 8 o ' clock sharp. When I entered the vast auditorium the orchestra was still playing the over- ture and the entire house was being rapidly filled with anxious spectators — come together no doubt from all parts of the world. My happiness was su- preme when I found that my seat was in the very center, eight rows back — absolutely the best seat in the whole establishment. For many centuries the Play was enacted in the church yard, and the present spacious theater only dates back ten years when it was built at the cost of $40,000. It consists of two distinct parts, the auditorium and the stage. The auditorium is an immense wooden THE REDWOOD 145 box open at one side, 60 feet higli, 139 feet wide, 250 feet long and forms a covering for wooden benches that afford seating capacity for 000 spectators. These seats are arranged in tiers rising one above the other so that a good view may be obtained from any part of the theater. The stage proper contains really three distinct buildings facing the benches of the auditorium. The center stage, where the most important scenes and all the numerous tableaux vivants take place resembles that of any ordinary theater, closed ia on all sides and equipped with " flies " , " wings, " drop curtains, etc. The only unusual feature that I found about it on closer investigation, was the manner in which the rear " drop scenes " were operated. Instead of being so many separate pieces that are elsewhere pushed in or dropped, these were all painted upon the same long strip of canvas, so that the change from one scene to the other is effected by turning the two huge vertical spindles much in the same fashion as the different films are pro- jected in back of the. lens of a kodac. On either side of this central stage are two small buildings with steps leading up to their arched entrances; the one on the left is supposed to be the Palace of Pilate, the one on the right, the house of Annas. These two side struc- tures are separated from the central stage by passage ways so arranged and pointed that the spectator gets the ef- fect from the auditorium of looking down two streets of Jerusalem. Now and again these alleys afford very ef- fective entrances and exits for the great mobs. Between what I have just described and the audience is a wide platform or as it is technically known a deep " stage apron. " This part is en- tirely open overhead. While this ar- rangement affords light and fresh air and at the same time an effective back- ground of the blue sky (on a clear day), it has also a few drawbacks in bad weather — which it seems is quite fre- quent in this Alpine region. The record shows that it rained the major- ity of the 56 performances this year. But though the actors get drenching wet — as well as the occupants of the front seats — still the Play goes on, ex- cept when it pours so hard that scarcely anything can be seen, when a pause is made till the shower passes. Happily on the present occasion there was no rain. But, nevertheless, we suffered not a little from the cold, so that I, for one, more than once wished that the overhead opening were closed, espec- ially since it afforded me no glimpse from my seat of the mountains for background, as I had anticipated. At the end of the overture — the or- chestra is seated in a pit in front of the stage and so low as not to be seen from the audience — there came filing out from the extreme sides of the stage the ' ' Angel Guardians ' ' of the Play. I counted 40 of these of various colors, and wearing gold crowns. Twice they appeared in black robes, viz: imme- diately before and after the Crucifixion. Among their number is the Speaker of the Prologues. He begins by reciting 146 THE REDWOOD some verses pertaining to the scene about to take place, then the " Angel Guardians " accompanied by the invis- able orchestra sing for several minutes. At first I was very much impressed by this music — it is truly remarkable that such a small village could produce the like — but before the day was over I be- came somewhat weary ot it. For you must know that this chorus occupies the stage for half the time devoted to the whole Play and, in all, makes some twenty appearances. When they have sung a number of verses, the music becomes soft, a little bell is heard, the singers continuing softly, retire quietly to either side, the curtains are drawn apart and the first beautiful tableau is revealed: ' ' Adam and Eve Driven From Paradise. " After an exposure of about a minute, the curtains close together, the " Angel Guardians " singing all the while, resume their places again in a straight line in front of the stage. Hav- ing finished the song they file off in silence to right and left just as they had entered and in a second the Play proper begins with " the entry of Christ into Jerusalem seated on the colt of an ass. " It will be impossible to continue a detailed account of the entire 22 tab- leaux and 17 acts of this vast Play. A book would be required to do them justice. Far different from the Passion Play at Santa Clara, each act of this Drama proper is preceded by an intro- ductory prologue chorus, and prefigur- ing tableaux from the Old Testament. I shall, therefore, give only a few general data and conclude with a few comparisons with the Santa Clara Pas- sion Play. As I mentioned, the overture for the Oberammergau Play starts promptly at 8 a. m. Without a minute ' s intermis- sion, except of course two hours at noon for luncheon, the action is kept up till 6 p. m. In olden times I am told it was wont to last three days, but I found eight hours quite strenuous enough. During this long stretch I saw no eating, drinking, nor smoking in the vast auditorium; on the contrary, every- thing was most quiet and reverential. There are in addition to the 40 Guar- dian Angels or singers, about 45 musi- cians, no speaking parts, 600 in the mob, 40 stage hands and nearly as many again for wardrobe keepers, 70 ticket collectors and box-office officials and about 50 employed as watchmen, foremen, etc. In round numbers fully 1000 persons take part. All of these are residents of the little town — indeed, most of them have lived all their lives there, for they love the spot. I was told that no one outside can be honored with a part in the Play — for a great honor they deem it — the greatest in their simple lives. From early child- hood to white old age their whole am- bition is centered in the success of the enterprise — which after ail, as you know, is the fulfillment of their vow made away back in 1634 when the vil- lage was miraculously preserved from a raging plague. One of the village lads brought me to several of the actors in THE REDWOOD 147 their homes. For his kindness I offered him a fine cigar. Do you think he would take it? Not at all. Why not? " Well you see ' ' , he nobly answered, " I want to play the Chrislus or St. Jo iu some day, and if I contracted the habit of smoking it would be in my disfavor " . With such a spirit pervading the whole village it is not surprising they get such results. Then again to their piety these peo- ple unite quite an extraordinary amount of talent and art. Oberam- mergau is no common country place. Nearly all are engaged here in some refined pursuit, such as woodcarving, painting, music, etc. Accordingly their very occupation, their religious training and fine parochial school under the personal care of their zealous Pastor, their constant intercourse with visitors fr om all parts of the world — on their registers ure such names as Gustav Dore, Liszt, Gladstone, Cardinal Manning, etc. — all these things have had a lasting effect on the naturally fine character of these Tyrolese and raised them quite above the level of ordi- nary mountaineers. Kach one tries to look the part he or she plays for no grease, paints, wigs or " make-up " is permitted. But to come back to the Play. The Rkdwood wishes to learn my criticism and how I think it compares with Santa Clara ' s Passion Play — or to put it more modestly it wishes to know if in my opinion there is any comparison be- tween it and that at Santa Clara. Truth to tell, 1 keenly feel this is a delicate task laid out for me. For years and years back people have been talking about Oberammeragau. Almost every newspaper and magazine throughout the world has contained an article at some time or other about it. In the last twelve months it has been wonder- fully advertised in every town and hamlet. But who has ever heard of Santa Clara ' s Passion Play, outside of California? Doubtless, the readers of Thk Redwood throughout the eastern states have heard of it, but will they re- call it as soon as it is mentioned? Lf t rae, therefore, briefly give some history of it. " Nazareth " , the Passion Play at Santa Clara, was originally writteu by Clay M. Greene, ' 69, as a tribute of love to his Alma Mater on the occasion of her Golden Jubilee in igoi. At its first production by the students in the spacious college auditorium, during May, 1901, over 2500 people attended, and in order to meet the demand for seats, two extra performances had to be arranged. It was immediately pro- nounced by public and to be a tremendous success. Subsequent re- quests from all parts of the West induced the faculty of the College to repeat the Sacred Drama in 1903. This production was far more elaborate than the first so that to the six .scheduled performances four extra ones had to be added. After this it was decided to re- produce the grand representation at periods of some five years apart. The last presentations of the vSanta Clara Passion Play were made in the THE REDWOOD fair month of May, 1907. In the mean- time its fame had spread throughout the length and breadth of the State, New- scenic and superb light effects were in- troduced, some 300 costumes were made to order, the mere loan of which amounted to $£,100. A special loft was built to accomodate the choir and orches- tra together v. ' ith a $3000 organ specially installed for the occasion. Some thir- teen performances were given. The gross receipts summed up more than $14,000, over $8000 of which were used for expenses. Among the extra pre- sentations were two given for the special benefit, on May 31st, of the Knights of Columbus. This was the memorable day on which seven special trains from all sections of the State ran into the old mission town, when Holy Mass was attended by the visiting pilgrims on the inner College campus, and 8,000 meals were served on the outer campus. It is well worth while to quote the syn- opsis of the play from the handsomely illustrated program distributed at this last production: " Nazareth " is divided into four epochs, and nine chapters or scenes. The first chapter opens on the Plains of Bethlehem on the night of the nativity. The Chief of the Shepherds, Zoribel, relates to his brethren the prophesied coming of the Messiah. Whatever doubts they entertain as to the truth of Zoribel ' s story, are soon dispelled by the sixdden apparition of the Angel of the Lord who appears unto them amidst the singing of a Heavenly choir, and describes to them the significance of the new star which at that moment appears in the East. The Emissaries from King Herod and the Three Wise Men appear, and at their command, dis- regarding a warning from the Angel, they offer to guide the other to the Holy Nativity. The second, and concluding chapter of the first epoch, is laid in the Throne- Room of King Hercd ' s palace. The King and his court are awaiting the ar- rival of news from the Emissaries sent to Bethlehem. The arrival of the lat- ter, and the wondrous tale of the new- born King of the Jews, develops all the rage in Herod ' s despotic nature, and he orders every male child of two years of age and under, to be put to death. It is in this same chapter that the charac- ters of Jechonias, his son Athias, and young Archelaus, the heir to Judea ' s throne, are introduced. Jechonias is a wealthy PubHcan and a staunch friend of Herod, but his son Athias, is a be- liever of the newborn King of the Jews, and after a wordy war with his father, he wounds Archelaus in a duel and forswears his home and kin, to be- come a follower of Messiah. Opening the second epoch, chapter three deals with the entry of the Savior into Jerusalem, thirty-three years later, the scene being laid in the Council Hall in the Palace of Caiaphas, the Chief of the High Priests. The city is in a tur- moil over the threatened triumphal en- try into Jerusalem of a certain Nazarene, who, it is said, is about to proclaim him- self King of the Jews. The priests learn that he is the same whose coming THE REDWOOD 149 was foretold by the voice of One cryiug out in the wilderneps, " prepare ye the way of the Lord; " in other words, the Babe of Bethlehem now grown to Man- hood. Immediately upon this, follows the magnificently conceived entry into the city, and the singing and shout- ing is heard, and the waving palms are seen, passing beneath the balcony of the Council Hall. The priests at once convene to circumvent the Nazarene at any cost. Dathian, ad- viser to Caiaphas, secures Judas, one of the twelve Disciples of the Nazarene who has tired of following the latter, and he is brought before the High Council. However, their attempt to induce him to betray his Master to them is fruitless, and he leaves them to once more join his brethren. The Mount of Olives is the scene of chapters four and five of the same epoch. First is shown the Mount at sunset, overlooking the City of Jerusalem. The time is the hour immediately preceding the Last Supper. Ten of the Disciples are gathered there, and they await the coming of Judas and Matthew, the lat ter being Athias, who has since changed his name. Matthew is the first to come, and he relates to the others how he had secretly hidden himself in one of the chambers of the High Priest ' s palace, in order that he might better view the entry of the Master into Jerusalem. While there, he overheard the tempta- tion of Judas by Caiaphas, and this story he tells to the Disciples. Judas appears, but when he is interrogated, he succeeds in convincing his associates that he is still faithful. The Disciples, all except Judas, then proceed to the Last Supper. Judas remains behind, is met by Dathian and the High Priests, who again tempt him to betray the Nazarene, offering him thirty pieces of silver for the deed. This time the wretched man falls, and accepts the bribe, and promises to ac- complish the errand set before him. He leaves them to return to the Last Sup- per, after he has assured them that he will betray Jesus to them at the Gate of Bethphage. The High Priests then hold council, and this council results with the decision that the Nazarene must be put to death. A few hours elapse, the Disciples re- turn from the Last Supper, and the danger to the Master is discussed. The circumstances attending the Last Sup- per are also spoken of, especially the institution of the Holy Eucharist, and the putting of the hand into the dish by Judas. Peter comes to the Disciples in despair with the story of the betrayal by the kiss of Judas and the scene closes with the faithful ones ' prayer for the safe deliverance of the Master. The sixth chapter, which opens the third epoch, takes us back to the Court of Herod, where Herod II, formerly the young heir, Archelaus, is now the reign- ing King. The King is much troubled over the added incursions of the Romans upon the realm, aud speaks of the sleepless nights he has had as the re- sult of his execution of John the Bap- tist. Letters arrive from Pontius Pilate, the Roman Governor of Jerusalem, stating that the case of Jesus has been 150 THE RE©WOOD sent to Herod for final disposition. Matthew and his fa ther, Jechonias, who has since come to believe in the teach- ings of the Nazarene, appear before Herod and plead the cause of the Master with such fervor that Herod promises not to interfere. They return joyfully to Pilate, when the High Priests enter and urge the immediate execution of the sentence. Herod ' s curiosity is aroused, as he has never seen the Naza- rene, and he orders Him to be brought before him. As he speaks the com- manding words, a brilliant light which is supposed to radiate from and precede the Presence of the Savior, moves slowly and softly on to the stage, and just as the Sacred Presence itself is about to enter the curtain falls on the chapter. Chapter seven concludes the third epoch. It is the court of Pontius Pilate, with the merchants of the Temple, and the raging populace gathered awaiting the expected news that Herod has or- dered the execution of the Nazarene. The intelligence that Herod has re- fused to interfere throws them into re- bellious disorder. The disciples appear and suffer the taunts of the rabble in silence. Caiapbas and the Priests ar- rive and acquaint Pilate more fully of the refusal of Herod to pass the sentence. Once again the Master is led before Pilate, and as before, His Sacred Pres- ence is indicated by the brilliant light. The second examination of the Divine Prisoner occurs, and Pilate fruitlessly appeals to the multitude for the remis- sion of the sentence. They angrily re- fuse, demanding the release of Barabbas, the murderer instead. Unable to con- vince the mob of the innocence of the Nazarene, Pilate washes his hands of the affair, releases Barabbas, and gives out the decree for the crucifixion of Jesus. Chapter eight opens the fourth and last epoch, and it represents an enclos- ure which is screened from the road- side on the way to Calvary by a stone wall, with an opening in the center. To this opening a great wooden gate is hinged, and at the gate the Disciples, all save Judas, have gathered to await the approach of the procession to Gol- gotha. Peter ' s remorse over his denial of the Master is mollified by the placing in his hands of the labor of the Re- demption begun by the Lord. In the distance is heard the murmuring of the angry, frenzied multitude which is fol- lowing the Nazarene to Calvary. As they drew closer, the air is rent with their shrieks, and pierced with their cries. The holy men at the gate close themselves from the roadway, and fall on their knees beside the protecting wall. Then follows one of the most thrilling, dramatic and tragic scenes ever enacted in the modern theater. The procession has reached the wall, and it begins to move across the stage. Over the top of the wall is seen the spear- tops of the soldiers ' weapons, the clubs of the awful mob, the flying stones and missies that are being hurled at the Divine Victim. Then, to add to the in- tensity of this awe-inspiring illusion, the top of the cross appears above the wall, presumably resting upon the THE REDWOOD 151 weary shoulders of the God-niau. It moves slowly across the stage, swaying and quivering on its unseen support, a cruel, inanimate tongue the very pres- ence of which speaks more than any of the human voices in the play. Slowly it moves on with the rest of the proces- sion and as it reaches the gate, it is seen to tremble, sink and finally disappear for the moment. The Savior has fallen beneath the weight. At this point the shrieks of the mob become even more frenzied than before, and they continue so as the cross again appears in view above the wall, and gradually makes its way across the stage. Off on to the distance of Calvary, the cries of the populace is carried, and off on to that distance they slowly die away. John, the beloved disciple, opens the gate, and the others with him, all sorrowfuU} ' follow the Master to the top of Gol- gotha. Judas enters, and through the open gate he witnesses the result of his work. His despair and remorse are tragic and even pathetic, the flinging of the thirty pieces of silver with his curse, at the feet of the High Priests, and his ultimate suicide dramatically leading up to the announcement of the crucifixion. But one more chapter now remains to complete the story of the greatest trag- edy the world has ever known. Its scene is the Holy of Holies in the Tem- ple of Jerusalem, and the time lacks a few minutes of the third hour since the Nazarene was nailed upon the cross. The populace, frightened and terrified, have gathered at the Temple to learu the meaning of the darkness that has spread upon the land. The earth is quaking, the lightning flashing and the thunder ' s roar mingles ferociously with the howling of the wind. Soldiers en- ter, and one of them has the holy gar- ment of the Nazarene for which he has cast lots. Caiaphas comes to the Tem- ple and orders the arrest of the people who have come to the Holy place beg- ging for protection. This scheme is thwarted by the appearance in their midst of Pilate, who, overcome with ter- ror at the events succeeding bis sentence on the Nazarene, falls on his knees be- fore Caiaphas and begs the latter for the prayers of the Priests for his safety. Caiaphas refuses, and orders his soldiers to seize upon Pilate and the frightened crowd, and to hack them to pieces with their swords. As the soldiers upon their victims, the earth trembles with a terrific force, the thunder peals unmer- cifully, the columns of the Temple sway in the clutches of the earthquake, and fall, crashing to the ground, bringing with them the veil of the Temple which is rent in twain. The multitude, the Priests and the soldiers flee in terror, leaving Pilate alone on his knees with his face buried in the ground. Then on through the ruins is seen the evidence of the passing of the third hour, for there, in the flash- es of lightning. Calvary is disclosed, and on its utmost point, are three crosses, Christ nailed between the two thieves, silhouetted against the liaraing sky. The Disciples, led by Peter, rush into the midst of the ruins, followed by the distracted multitude who are crying 152 THl REDWOOD out their belief in the Son of God. Pilate casts himself before Peter and begs piteously for mercy. The disciples gather around him, and he asks to be taught to believe. Peter predicts to him and those about, the glory of Chris- tianity and Rome. From out of the sky above there comes a piercing white light, which wraps Peter and Pilate in its pure embrace. The disciples and the multitude fall upon their knees with beads bowed and hands crossed on their breasts, and Peter, the rock upon which the church was to be built, alone stands in their midst. His left hand rests upon the bowed head of Pilate, and his right, he lifts on high in blessing. " Benedicite, Pax Vobiscum! " His words, like the impressive tones of a trumpet, peal out upon the profound silence that now has settled everywhere, and from the kneeling multitude comes softly, like a dying echo, " Amen! Amen! Amen! " The great curtains close, the music swells into a glorious " Te Deum, " and with the quiet of the calm that follows the storm, the great human tragedy of the Passion is ended. There are in all thirty-seven speak- ing parts, 200 supernumeraries, twenty stage hands, etc., so that close on to 400 students take part in some way or other. I arge though the number be, in com- parison with the number at Oberam- mergau it is indeed small. And yet, notwithstanding this disparity in age and size, I claim that as far as worth goes, these two Passion Plays can justly be compared, and that in several feat ures Santa Clara ' s Play is even superior to that of Oberammeragau. In the first place the acting of the young men at Santa Clara was, in ray judgment, just as fine as any I saw at Oberammergau. Johann Zwink, who played Judas for the third time has been praised to the skies for his inter- pretation of the difficult part of the traitor apostle, bv:t equally clever was tlje intensely dramatic portrayal by John J. Ivancovich in the same role. The big, whole-souled St. Peter of Au- gust Aguirre afi ected me to tears while I sat unmoved by the boisterous utter- ances of Andreas L,ang; and I would not hesitate to warrant that Lee Murphy with his commanding, sonorous voice, and clean-cut, smooth shaven Roman face made a better Pontius Pilate than the corpulent, heavy-bearded Sebastian Bauer. But some one may say: Santa Clara ' s Passion Play has no Christus and hence all those most telling scenes in which the fine actor Anton Lang appears, are utterly lost. It is true that Santa Clara ' s Play has no Christus actually repre- sented on the stage — although His sug- gested presence is felt from beginning to end. But this apparent loss is the real possession of Santa Clara ' s Drama. I give all credit to Anton Lang. Al- though an humble potter iu the secluded village, be is marvellously gifted by nature and art. To my mind he is the finest actor in the Oberammeragau Play, and I doubt if the world were searched a better Christus could be found. Yet — THE REDWOOD 153 as is natural enough— he does not come up to our ideal of the real God-man. And I heard several people remark this. Here and there a tiny weakness either of voice or manner is apparent — be is not the man always and every- where above all other men — in a word, he is not divine as Christ was — and so instantly the whole illusion vanishes. Again, during several scenes, such as " The washing of the feet, " " The scourging at the pillar, " ' ' The taking down from the Cross " — although most beautifully acted by the Chrislus and very skilfully managed, I was kept on edge till they were successfully finished. Whoever has had any experience at all in handling such affairs realizes how easily something may slip or somebody go wrong and thus in a second, turn the most sublime into the ridiculous. Sev- eral times during these scenes I glanced about the audience to notice the effect — I saw very few weeping. In fact the only scene which brought the tears from everybody — such as we have often noticed in the Santa Clara Play — was the most touching scene of the ' ' Leave tak- ing of Christ from His Mother. ' ' Another criticism I would offer is that Oberammergau ' s Play is too long drawn out. Surely Santa Clara ' s three hours performance is much more in keeping with American tastes. Imagine an eight hour drama for our people! Their nervous, energetic make-up couldn ' t, wouldn ' t stand it. ' Tis true that the prefiguring tableaux from the Old Testament, although now and then slightly far fetched, are in color and grouping most beautiful. Indeed, scarcely a feature in the entire produc- tion delighted me more — some of these pictures contain as many as 400 living figures. And it is marvellous the man- ner in which during the long trying exposure the men, v;omen and even tiny children, maintain without the slightest quiver the dramatic and fatig- uing poses. Only in one of the long j eries of living pictures did I perceive the least motion — this was on the part of a little ass that swayed one of his huge ears just as the curtains were be- ing closed. I readily forgave this " small break " , for otherwise, I had thought that the sheep and asses in the tableaux were only stuflfed instead of being alive. There is a boast at Oberammergau that everything is executed without ar- tificial contrivances. It seems to me in this that it loses much of the effective- ness which Santa Clara ' s Play possesses. This was especially apparent in the tableaux and other scenes which took place on the center stage. Having only the reflected natural light which enters through the proscenium opening, these otherwise beautiful pictures would become simply gorgeous with the aid of modern electric light. Here permit me to remark to readers of Redwood that an equipment of lighting appliances, including new fire proof switch-board, flood lights, spots, clusters, strips, etc., in various colors will not be found in any theater superior to what is poss- essed at Santa Clara. It has been my privilege to visit a great number of col- lege and university auditoriums both in America and Europe but I have thus 154 THE REDWOOD far failed to find anythiog to compare with Santa Clara ' s. Santa Clara certainly possesses a real treasure in her Passion Play. Once a high ofBcial in the Southern Pacific Rail- road Co. said tome: ' The Fathers at Santa Clara do not realize the treasure they possess in their Passion Play. I have been twice to see it and I shall go again if it is reproduced. " Then he added this bold statement, though a man of keen business tact and of long experience: " Your Passion Play at Santa Clara, if properly developed and advertised, would become the greatest attraction that California possesses. " Let me now ask, what is it that at- tracts hundreds of thousands from the remotest corners of the earth to the lit- tle village of Oberanimergau? What are the elements in its Passion Play that go to make it such a success? Doubtless the principal are " its simple- ness and naturalness, the religious en- thusiasm of the actors: " Thus are they enumerated in Bruckmann ' s well-known ' ' Guide of Ober amine rg any Now all these quali- ties are posse.ssed by Santa Clara — the grand old College which stands on the very ground hallowed by the labors of the early heroic missionaries, the ven- erable Mother of Religion and Science that has given birth and nourishment to the flower of statesmen, scholars and citizens of the Far West. I do not wonder, therefore, that sev- eral who had the good fortune of seeing both Passion Plays prefer the one at Santa Clara. The late Charles Warren StoddardjCalifornia ' s best loved poet.gave public expression to this opinion, in a most laudatory article which ap- peared in the August 1907 Sunset. And my attention has just been called to a sim- ilar sentiment of Hon. James D. Phelan, the well-known scholar and former Mayor of San Francisco. Here are his words as published recently in the San Jose Mercury, Nov. 27th: " In my seven months tour abroad, I saw the famous Passion Play at Oberammergau. It is an inspiring spectacle, but in my opin- ion is not so good as that given at Santa Clara College. The people at Oberam- mergau have of course given their Play for years, and have a world-wide repu- tation, but given as it is in the open and without the scenic effects which marked the Santa Clara production, it loses much of the impressive ness which characterized the latter. " In conclusion I desire to say that it is not my intention to detract in the least from the Bavarian drama. I feel that I was amply repaid for the trouble of at- tending, and I would go again, ten years from now, if I should get the opportu- nity. All honor and glory to the noble villagers that from their Alpine heights hold aloft in their Passion Play a beacon light of inspiring faith to the whole world. Long may it continue to shine forth! Yet with the same voice would I proclaim to the world the equally sublime and inspiring Passion Play of Santa Clara. Too little are its merits known and appreciated by men at large. May it soon be revived, and its ele- vating influence spread! May its glory be world-wide and enduring even as that of Oberammergau. Georgk Goi,den Fox. THE REDWOOD is5 THE ROSE (Song) HERE was a rose, a red, red Rose, That blossomed ' neath a wall : There was a heart, a love-torn heart, That marked the petals fall; The sky was blue, the day was fair, The sun was over all ! I pulled the rose, the red, red Rose, That grew beneath the wall: I hid a secret in its heart (My heart ' s ecstatic thrall). Dear Love! I send the rose to thee Read, if thou wilt, my constancy. Ervin S. Best. V 156 THE REDWOOD THE RUBY RING IT was a winter eve. Already the sun had passed two-thirds of its course across the heavens, and now hung low, making a flaming background for the black-shadowed mountains of Trinidad Valley. In the half light cattle could be seen grazing against the pur- ple slopes, while a thin silvery stream glistened as it slid smoothly through the rolling meadow land in the narrow valley. From a high wooden prominence two horsemen gazed silently before them A low mournful cry, probably a coy- ote ' s, vibrated through the still air. In- stinctively they both started — and slowly guided their horses toward a grass grown trail leading down the mountain side. Save for the snapping of twigs, there was no other sound. Occasionally they would have the valley before them, then again, the trail would run through timber — green fir, pine and tangled laurel. lyong they rode, and it was twilight before they struck the open rutted road beside the river. The water murmured monotonously, though not unpleasantly, and a heavy wooded fragrance hung over the damp earth. The first horseman pulled up and waited for his partner to draw along- side. Both were lightly built men, but sinewy, though thin and tan, — -the leader especially so. He might have been a Spaniard judging from his smouldering black eyes, and sharply chiseled bronze features. The second, the heavier man of the two, showed less character in his face. Underneath a battered sombrero his light brown eyes shifted restlessly, while a sullen droop about the mouth might have de- noted an unwilling nature. Both wore heavy boots, spurs, cordu- roys, and faded flannel shirts — light enough clothing for that time of year. Around the hips of the leader hung two heavy black revolvers, while higher up, lying loosely against his stomach, clicked a well-filled cartridge belt. As his partner drew alongside he ad- dressed him in a low, drawling tone. " How close are we to the house, Alvarado? ' ' " It lies straight before us, in a mo- ment probably we will receive a royal welcome. " From the corner of his eye Alvarado watched for some efl ect from his words. He was disappointed. There was no change in the sharp features of the younger man. Perhaps the thin lips drew together a trifle closer. After riding a hundred yards farther the leader drew beneath a tree, dis- mounted and beckoned the other man to do likewise. They tied their horses; then together walked quickly up a cactus-bordered path. A pale moon now lighted the open spaces and rifted weakly through the tree branches, casting weird shadows. THE REDWOOD 157 The stream still murmured unceasingly, while the desultory howl of a coyote made the only other sound in the clear night. " There is the house, " whispered Al- varado, bending to one side, and point- ing ahead. The younger man stopped. Before them, shadowed by heavy vines and trel- lises lay a low, rambling gray adobe building. A portico ran the length of the front, and above it a row of win- dows looked down. As the men drew closer a feeble light was snuffed out in the farthest window. Alvarado didn ' t notice it, — the leader did, — and com- menced to pump cartridges into one of his revolvers. Alvarado looked on scornfully. " You will not need that. Only yesterday I saw this man brought here in a Utter. Four big Indians carried him in, and they say he is shot to pieces ' . " " Very well, — you need not trouble yourself to advise. Go and keep watch by the horses! " The voice was low but no longer drawling. Alvarado jumped at the sharp command and disappeared in the shadows. The younger man walked to the front door and rattled it vigorously. He listened, but there was no sound. A faint smile played round his mouth as he drew back and lunged his weight against the heavy oaken door. It cracked sharply and swung inwards, wobbling on its leathern hinges. For a moment he hesitated before entering — then boldly stepped within, his spurs ringing dully as they struck the brick floor. Carefully lighting a small piece of blackened taper, he held it aloft and l9oked about him. In the flickering light he made out a wide, low-ceilinged, room. He judged the house to be divided into two such rooms, — with possibly, like the average Spanish dwelling, an open lean-to at the rear for a kitchen. The walls white plastered, were ornamented only by one or two battered patches of decayed mortar. A heavy table in the center of the room, and two crippled chairs, the sole furnishings, stood out grotesque- ly in the flickering light. Holding the taper high the man turned and stepped slowly through a narrow pas- sage beside the open door, and found himself in another room similar to the first as he had surmised. It might have been a vault, being devoid of all furniture. At the far end a large, open, brick fireplace gaped — its black- ened back contrasting weirdly with the white plastered walls of the room. A thin ray of moonlight shot through a vine-covered window and focused sharply on a gleaming object just in front of the fireplace. Eagerly the man stooped down and picked it up. He rolled it up in the palm of his hand — a thin gold ring set with a small glowing ruby. For a second he examined it intently, then dropped it into a back pocket. The man ' s face seemed to have turned white. Perhaps it was caused only by the last feeble glow from the dying taper. The man turned to leave the room. 158 tHE REDWOOD In the dark he ran his hand against the white wall and felt it give slightly. Lighting a match a careful glance proved it to be a frail door, which when opened revealed a sharp, wooden stair- case. Peering cautiously into the dark above, the man ascended, his spurred boots filling the house with hollow echoes as they mounted the loose steps. At the landing he paused, then made straight for the room where earlier be had seen the light sniffed — from the garden. He was in a narrow wooden passage. On one side were four win- dows, — they looked into the rear yard. On the other side was a long wall contain- ing four doors. He opened the fourth and walked in. A delicate odor filled his nostrils. He knew he was in a woman ' s room. He hesitated twice in the act of lighting a match; then scratched one nervously. In the first flare his eye fastened on a candle — with one step he reached it, bent over and applied the flame. Then he straightened and almost with a glance took in the room — a white bed, an old fashioned bureau with a few feminine trinkets scattered carelessly over the top, a cloth-draped chair, and a small center table on which rested the candle. Beyond this table hung heavy curtains, draped before the win- dow. The curtains he saw last, and as he looked a slender girl — or rather a woman, stepped out from behind them. vShe was clothed in black, her face pale and drawn, appearing almost unearthly in the yellow glow from the candle. Black hair and raven brows formed a marked contrast to her wide violet eyes. Her mouth, small and sensitive, quiv- ered slightly as she addressed the man. " What do you wish, sir? " she asked. Her voice sounded weary, as with one wax-like hand she clung to the curtain, as if for support. " Why, I ' m looking for a man. " Again it was the low, drawling tone. " He ' s a bad man — a murderer. " ' ' It ' s a lie! " the girl almost hissed. He smiled. " Let him tell ' that to the judge. I ' m only the sheriff. " " Well, you ' ll never get him! " She stepped forward and placed her hands on the table, In the stronger light deep wrinkles lined her eyes. She looked old. " O, yes, I will, " answered the man, confidently. " He ' s in this house, and you ' re going to lead me right to him. " He drew a gun from the holster and set the trigger — " otherwise " — he stepped to the table and leaned toward her — " otherwise, I may kill you! " The girl laughed — a loud, grating laugh. " Go ahead, go ahead, " she screamed. " Kill me, you coward! " The man laid the gun on the table and pushed it away from him. Almost instantly the girl snatched it up and leveled it at him. Her eyes were narrow and hard, her jaw set firm. " I thought you ' d do that, " he re- marked, smiling amusedly. " It will be your last thought, Mr. Sheriff, " she answered coldly. " I am going to kill you. " THE REDWOOD 159 The man straightened his loose form. He looked into the barrel of the black gun and laughed. " If I had another think coming, " h e drawled slowly, " perhaps I ' d say I didn ' t think that gun was loaded. " For the first time she looked into the chambers. They were empty. She let the gun drop on the table. The expression that crossed her face was one of relief rather than disappoint- ment. For a moment she looked at the man helplessly — then sank in a little heap upon the floor and commenced to cry. He moved closer to her. " Don ' t, — don ' t little lady. " His tone was gentle, pleading. " Tell me, why do you defend this man? " She regarded him curiously with her tear-stained eyes. " Because I love him, " she answered shortly. " He ' s my husband, you know, " she added — a lit- tle color tinting her white face for an instant. Again she relapsed into her sobbing. For a long time the man said noth- ing. Then he spoke firmly. " Your husband has killed a man — he ' s a criminal; I arrest him. " " He ' s not a criminal, " she retorted, hotly. " Doesn ' t the mere fact that he lies terribly sick and wounded prove that the man was killed in self de- fense? " " Not necessarily. It proves that the other man tried to defend himself. " " How do you know? " she asked fiercely. " There were no witnesses. " " How do yon know, then? " he asked in turn. " " I knovv ' from what my husband told me. " " Have you faith in his story? " " He doesn ' t lie. " Her reply was haughty. " Tell me all about it then. " There was command in his voice. She rose slowly from the floor and dried her eyes, then breathing a deep sigh, mechanically began to talk, her e5 ' es resting steadily on the man. " Years ago my husband ' s younger brother was infatuated with a young girl in San Sebastian. They might have married for the girl regarded him favorably. But a bitter quarrel took place between the two brothers — imme- diately after which the younger one disappeared. In a little while the girl also left San Sebastian, and neither had again been heard of — until five days ago. " " Here the little woman paused and dropped wearily into the cloth-draped rocker. The man stood over her, one brown hand on the back of her chair, the other resting Hghtly on the butt of a revolver hanging at his hip. The mus- cles of his face seemed set in rigid lines. The girl looked up at him and con- tinued. " Five days ago my husband was in Pajaro on business. He obtained a room at a hotel for the day. That night it was his intention to depart, but in the ofiice he received a message, an 160 THE REDWOOD unsigned note reading, ' Please come to room six this evening at seven o ' clock. ' So at seven he knocked at the door mentioned and was invited within by a young woman whom, for a moment, he failed to recognize. It was the one-time sweetheart of his younger brother. Both were delighted to meet each other, bnt my husband was sad to see her so changed. There was much sorrow written in her still youthful face. They talked long about old times. She told my husband how she had gone to visit relatives in Can- ada, at which place she met and mar- ried a young Frenchman who proceeded to make the next few years of their wedded life a hell on earth. It seems that he was an insanely jealous brute. They had chatted for more than an hour when my husband finally rose to go. Before parting the lady held out to him a small gold ring set with a ruby, which she requested him to keep and turn over to his brother — should they meet in the future. As she was speaking the door opened and her husband walked in. His face was purple with rage and suspicion. Without warning he pulled out a re- volver and opened fire on my husband. Twice he shot, the first time ripping my man badly about the right shoulder, and again shattering his side with another bullet. Before he fired the third — he was a dead man, — shot through the head. " Again the girl paused. The man bent closer to her. The taper burning low, cast an uncertain wavering light. " By whom? " he asked hoarsely. " By me. " The girl ' s eyes never wavered from his own. " You? " " Yes. 1 didn ' t mention that I was in Pajaro with my husband. That night I waited in our apartment for him. After he ' d been gone an hour or more I grew nervous. I knew he was unarmed, — so I took his revolver and went to look for room six. As I reached the door a shot rang out; I stepped in. ' The little lady was wringing her hands — my husband lay in a pool of blood — and the fiend was aiming his third shot. That is all — except that I evaded the rurales and had some Indians bring my man away in a litter that night. The little lady fled to her people in San Sebastian. " In the wooden passage outside, a ghastly form moved along the floor. Weakly he crawled toward a feeble light filtering from a door left slightly ajar. As he reached the Spot he gazed stupidly into ' the room. The light fell on his haggard face — ashen from ' loss of blood. His arms and body were swathed in red stained linen, his legs were encased in flannel pajamas. As he looked within, his feverish eyes saw before him a strange man bending over his wife. The man was armed — perhaps his wife was in danger. Painfully and laboriously, the wounded form crawled back down the dark passage and disappeared into a room. THE REDWOOD 161 Through his disordered mind rioted the idea that he must get a gun and kill the strange man. :i ;; ;| Inside the room the strange man was bidding the little lady good-bye. " What is your husband ' s name? " he asked, as he placed his revolver back in its holster. " John Foster. " The man moved toward the door. " Tell him that when he is a little stronger a friend is coming to see him. " He swept his sombrero off to the lit- tle lady, nodded and disappeared quickly down the passage to the stairway, whither he descended rapidly and then strode heavily out of the dwelling — into the moonlit garden. Alvarado stood waiting by the horses. Silently they mounted and rode down the cactus-bordered path toward the rutted road beside the stream. " What fortune, Senor Foster? " in- quired Alvarado, breaking the silence. " We were on the wrong trail, " re- plied the Sheriff, dreamily. In his right hand he held a small ruby ring. For an instant he held it to his lips. Perhaps it was a little prayer that it might guide him over the right trail. Ralph J. Scherzer. A TOAST Girls, Girls, Girls, Blue eyes and golden curls! Always happy, bright and gay, Ready to charm each dull hour away! If there ' s anything rarer than one perfect pearl, ' Tis a beautiful, innocent, jolly good girl. M. P. Detels. 162 THE REDWOOD 1915 REAT drops of hail beat hard against the rocks, The winter blast howls down the deep ravine, A foaming torrent rushes madly on And hills are coldly white with nothing green. All nature, ugly in her nakedness, Presents a weirdly desolate face, swept bare By winds. An empty broad expanse of waste; No cheering sign of life remains, save where Beyond, on one bleak hillock far apart, A thin, small wisp of smoke curls slowly out And upward, from a blaze in some lone hut. Vast silence reigns, and slowly comes,— a doubt: Are far famed Eastern winters such as these Where life and human kindness seem to freeze? Not thus in Californi a! Here flowers bloom throughout the whole glad year, Delicious fruits perennial sunshine warms To early ripeness. Green fields, smiling skies Forever seem to charm. Unknown to storms, Pacific ' s balmy breezes seem to waft Content; while inland zephyrs fan to sleep And long siestas in the quiet shades Of drowsy noon; while lengthening shadows creep From square to square of pavement by the church. Whose tolling chimes announce the fleeting hour. Enticing lazy listeners to repose And peaceful rest in some secluded bower. In other lands such winters seem ideal, But here in California they are real. M. P. Detels. THE REDWOOD 163 HIS SECOND TERM THE prison gate flew open, yawned for a moment to emit a man, and then swung sharply inward, shut- ting with a harsh clanging of steel bolts. The man took a few steps forward, then stopped and blinked. Before him stretched a gentle, grassy slope, at the bottom of which lay the village, and the railroad station. The man looked down at it, then felt in the pocket of his shab- by new suit, and his baud grasped money. He started suddenly as if struck, then he again grasped it and pulled it out into the light. He counted it, the clink sounding pleasantly on his ear; he counted it again, then slowly putting it into his pocket he set off for the station. It was a magnificent day. Bright, warm and fresh, not hot, but just the kind of day when a man feels that he must do something even though it be nought but swing his arras. And so the man decided to walk. He struck out, slowly at first, with a peculiar gait, as if there was a weight on his right foot that he must drag. It was not a rapid gait, yet neither was it slow, it was just a queer hunching shuffle, known tech- nically as the lock step. But as he pro- gressed he gradually out-walked it, and was soon covering the distance with long steady strides. He reached the town and turning up the main street, on which there were the general store, a saloon, and the postoffice, he arrived at the station. It was about 11:45, the usual knot of gossipers, that generally hangs around a country station was absent. They had gone to answer the dinner bell, as their stomachs were empty. The man walked up to the window, threw down a few coins and said, " A ticket to Frisco. " The agent looked at him a moment and then taking the coins, he scanned them carefully and finally handed the man a ticket and his change. " When ' s the next train leave? " " Two-fifty. " " Tbanks, " and then he walked away leaving the station agent looking after him curiously. The man walked down the rails a few- hundred yards, and then leaving the track he plunged into the soft, fragrant grass that bordered the way, and lay down. Here he slept until awakened by the sharp toot of the train. He hastened up the track and stepped aboard just as it was moving. Then walking through all the cars, he finally took a seat in the far corner of the smoker, and slept. " Tibura-a brrr oon " yelled the brake- man, probably meaning Tiburon, and the man arose, hurried onto a ferry boat, and started across the heaving, witsd- swept bay for San Francisco. It was too cool for a nap and so he paced the deck, back and forwards — to and fro. Thus the time passed, and he hardly noticed the journey until a sharp gust, 164 THE REDWOOD nearly took his bat oflF. Thej ' were just passing the Golden Gate. Far in the west the sun was declining; about it were gathered great masses of clouds thrown chaotically together. They were red, blood red, except near the orb, where they took on the color of burnished gold. He braced himself and looked, looked far out over the undulating, boundless Pacific, and then breathing deep the cool, soft sea wind he murmured " Free — free, damn thern! and out of that hell- hole forever. No longer Convict 2839, but James Sewall, Sewall, and a free man. " Then as if in answer, the ferry ' s whistle gave a deep, rumbling note and in a short time they were entering the slip. Sewall walked to the rail and glanced down. There the water was churned to a white, writhing foam by the paddles and as it swirled and hissed through the moss-and barnacle-covered piles, it seemed to murmur, " free sh-hs-free. " The boat hit the landing and the peo- ple rushed oflf. Sewall was interrupted in his reverie, and carried along with them through the colonnades of the Ferry Building until they dispersed at the foot of Market Street. It was just six o ' clock, and the street cars were jammed with home-goers The factories bad belched forth their workers, the office buildings their tenants, and the stores their clerks, and all were hurrying homeward with that peculiar intensity common to city workers. The flood ol traffic eddied around the terminus at the foot of Market street, and the cars were jammed to their full capacity. Several had passed by when a truck stuck in the track and after much cursing on the part of the driver, and the motorman the car finally started. Several more followed and still Sewall stood. The crowd began to diminish soon it vanished, melting under the con- stant inroads of the hundreds of clanging cars. The clock showed seven, but still he stood. Finally an officer who wore a corporal ' s chevron spied him and after keeping him under surveillance for a short while, he walked up. " Say, watcher doing? " Sewall looked up, started on seeing the uniform, and then grew nervous and abashed. He knew the power of the law. " Nothing, " he replied. " Waiting for anyone? " " No. " " Where d ' you come from? Come now, tell the truth, " seeing the other ' s timidity. Sewall groaned inwardly. It was the first time the question was asked; he wondered how many times more it would be proposed. Then looking the other squarely in the eyes he answered with a gulping voice, " San Quentin. " The officer eyed him carefully, then asked, " Discharged today? " " Yes, sir. " " All right, come along with me then; I ' ll find you a bed. " Sewall drew back as a vision of jail came before his eyes, but on the officer motioning to him, he followed and the twain walked up Market St. They went THE REDWOOD 165 but a short distance, however, when they turned south en Front St. " There, " said the officer as he pointed out a build- ing. " There is where you go. " And after directing his glance to the spot, he turned and left him with the words, " Be careful, I have my eye on you. " The house to which the officer had es- corted him was of the usual cheap struc- ture type common to that district; — just enough cheap stone and concrete to obey the fire ordinance, and the rest, corru- gated iron, and warped redwood. It was three stories high, the first floor being occupied as a mattress works and the second and third floors as a lodging house. Out from an old door hung a gaudily painted sign, with a lamp in it, which read " Beds 10-15-25C. " It was an ugly, inhospitable sign and squawked dismally as the wind swung it. Sewall read this and then glancing around to see if the poUceraan were still watching him, he hurriedly left the street and after following several thorough- fares lined with gloomy warehouses, he finally reached the docks, and soon was buried deep in .some bales of packing that were awaiting shipment. The night was not cold, and as he lay on the shel- tered side of a building he was soon asleep. It was 5 o ' clock in the morning when the harsh, shrill blast of a tug startled him. He jumped up, rubbed his eyes for a second and then recollecting him- self, he brushed the packing from his clothes and started down the Front. He had walked only a few blocks when he spied a group of small newsboys and sev- eral seedy men around a covered push- cart of considerable dimensions. As he drew near it, fumes of a very savory na- ture attacked his nostrils, and sharpened the feeling in his stomach. " Haven ' t had anything to eat in quite awhile, guess I ' ll get something, " he thought as he walked up and shouldered his way through the small gathering. Inside the cart was a very fat, very greasy and very amiable negro. His huge girth was surrounded by an apron that had once been white; at his right, lay a huge platter of hamburg steak. A smaller dish at its side contained chopped green onions, and on the left flank, a large blue coffee pot steamed enticingly. The negro would receive an order, and then taking the money, would toss it with a quick, shrewd glance into a dirty cigar box through a slit in the top. Then scooping a little dab of the meat, and adding a pinch of onions, he would pat it out into a round flat little cake and fling the whole concoction, with a resounding " flap " onto a nearly red hot oil stove. In a jiffy the morsel would be done, and laying it between the cut halves of a sweet bun, the negro would hand it to the cu.stomer, and then receiving another order he would repeat the performance. Sewall gave bis order, and as he munched his sandwich, he noticed a little fellow in the crowd who was pleading with the darkey. " Sure, Jim, " he was begging, " sure, go ahead an ' give me tick; I ' pay you, but I ' ve had awful hard luck, and I 166 THE REDWOOD only got a dime to get my moruin ' paper wit. " " Nope. Ah sho caint do it, sonny; ef ah run business dat wey ah ' d be a standin ' oflF de hul town from de mayah down. Jes can ' t do it. " Sewall looked at the youngster, and noticing his wistful face said: " Go ahead, Sambo, an ' give the kid some meat, I ' ll stand for it. " He banded the negro a coin and then seeing the little urchin devouring the sandwich, ravenously, he walked away. All that morning he looked for work. In every warehouse, every dock and large office, wherever man labored; but yet no work was available. The noon hour came and he went without lunch; if he had the coin he gave for the boy ' s sandwich he could have had some, but,— " Oh, well, the kid was hungry, " The whistles blew one o ' clock, tugs started, factories worked up, and the city went back to itsj tasks; but still no work for him. He was getting empty and savage, but as he asked for the last time for work, he was told to show up in the morning. The next morning bright and early he appeared and all day he labored and at nightfall he was paid off with $2.50. This kept him in a sort of hand to- mouth way for a week, and by that time he secured a place in a small fac- tory and worked there all the winter. He was strong and unusually willing and thus he won the notice of his em- ployer. He was civil to the men he worked with and soon was a prime favorite with them. Often Saturday night he, with several others, would go to some cheap showhouse and after- wards as soon as they had taken a few drinks, they would return home. But one day in the early autumn his luck turned. He was working on a saw, and as he ran a plank through, his sleeve caught and it puUed his arm, too, and by the time gangrene, and the sur- geons of the hospital got through with it, he was turned out in the dead of the winter with the stump still raw and bandaged. He was helpless. To work was impossible; and to beg was utterly out of the question with a man of bis strong virile disposition. And so things went. Christmas came and he made a few bits by selling holly berries. On each bunch was a little card, on which was printed, " A Merry Christmas. " What a mockery! Yes, a Merry Christmas to him. Allday he would stand in a heavy fog or sickly drizzle, and to the bustling thousands he would cry, " Berries, Holly Berries! " Some- times a bunch would be sold, but it took many cries and out of many thousands, few would come and purchase. Little did they think of Him whose nativity they celebrated. Little thought they of the Man of sorrows, who on Calvary exposed his naked flesh, through which the nails crunched, to the hard forest wood. His teach- ings were forgotten and the merci- less money-grind lucre-mad throngs rushed on. But the holiday season could not last forever and it soon was but a memory. Often in the bit- ter January nights Sewall thought of THE REDWOOD 167 those times. Bad though they had been, nothing could be worse than those in which he was now placed. With his one arm and stump he could get a little work, but only by hoarding and pinching his money, could he ob- tain the nickle which he needed to buy his daily bowl of soup. The place where he got it was run by a Greek and if report were true, he made it from the refuse which he collected from the high- class restaurants. The place was noth- ing but a little hole in the wall; yet dozens, and in one particular week during hard times, hundreds of men out of work came there for their meal, and often took a pail of it to their families. One damp, drizzly night Sewall sat in a saloon and expended ten of his twenty cents on drinks. You might blame him for it, yet it gave him the privilege of the stove, to which he was huddled closely, and also he could sleep in the back room after closing hours, providing he kept his tongue quiet about the gambling that went on in the anteroom. Over the bar leaned a noisy, maudlin person, and with him drank a sinister, squint-eyed, scarred-faced individual who eyed his companion evilly. Fin- ally the other getting too garrulous, he left him and came and sat by the stove near Sewall. One by one the denizens left the place, but still the squint-eyed person sat and the maudlin one, now asleep on the bar, snored vigorously. Finally the last patron left the place and wended his staggering steps through the green-shuttered swinging door. The sinister person watched him go and then biting off a chunk of strong black chewing tobacco he moved closer to the fire and began talking to Sewall. " Pal, I see you ' re kind of out of luck. " " Yes. What business is it of yours? " " None, none, whatever! " hastily ejaculated the other. " But you see I ' ve got a little matter on hand, — it aint overly nice, I ' m sure, but yet if a fellow wasn ' t over particular, I ' m sure he could make a little money, that is, pro- viding he could keep his gab shut. " " What ' s the game? " asked Sewall. " Ah! I see your ' re wise — it ' s a saf — " Yes, " interrupted Sewall, " I did a term once. " " Oh, ho! " was the rejoinder, " you ' re of the profession, are you? — Well, here it is. There ' s a sheeny pawn broker down the line and he done me a bad turn once, and if his safe were found empty, why, nobody would bellyache much, and you ' d get a share, and I ' d get a slice, and of course my pal here would come in on it. Come now, what d ' ye say? " He stopped talking and eyed the other curiously, while Sewall slowly cut a bit of broom handle with his knife. One by one — one by one — the shavings dropped, and then suddenly clicking shut his knife he answered, " All right. What ' s your name? " The man ostentatiously took out a card and handed it to him with a smirk on his villainous face. 168 THE REDWOOD It read, " Bill Parker, Gunsmith, 12 — Jackson street. " " You see, " remarked Parker, " that ' s ray title but I — er — do — er, do other lit- tle things to help myself along and bet- ter my condition. But any how, how will it be for you to meet me here to- morrow night at 10:30? Alright? Good! Well, so long! " The night came rapidly, and at sun- down a dark heavy fog blew in from off the Golden Gate. That portion of the city known as the coast burst out into light. Light gleamed everywhere, ov r signs, over cheap and tawdry dance halls and even in dark and loathsome alleys so narrow that two men could hardly walk It was through this inferno, that Sewall walked to the saloon. There at the door waited Parker, and with him was the maudlin one of the night be- iore; but he was now entirely sober and his somewhat delicate features were ashy pale. Sewall took in at a glance the young man ' s nervous bearing and said casually to Parker, " A green one, huh? " " Yep, " replied Parker, " green, but between the two of us he ' ll soon learn. " " Come, let ' s have a drink. " They entered the saloon and as they leaned over the bar, drinking, Sewall asked the time. The " green one " pulled out a watch and opening the spring case turned the face toward Sewall, " 11:15 " he said. But what Sewall had noticed on the inside of the case was a small stamp picture; it was the image of a woman and child. The case shut and they re- sumed their conversation. Finally Parker grunted, and going into an ante-room he produced a grip, and at 12:30 they left for the pawn shop. After a roundabout way the shop was reached, and passing to the rear of it through a narrow alley, they halted to survey the scene. A small ventilating window opened outward about 10 feet from the ground. It was barred, but this only helped their operations, for taking a small rope from the grip Parker deftly caught one of the bars, by an iron hook on the end of it. Up this knotted ladder he scaled and by dint of much hard work, and the skilled plyingof a " jimmy, ' ' he finally succeeded in wrenching three bars off. " Guess that ' ll do, " he commented. " Now, see here, Sewall, you go on the inside and help my friend Broderick, I ' ll stay on the outside and keep an eye skinned for cops. The reason I don ' t go on the inside is that I ' ve got a game leg and can ' t make a get-away fast enough. Broderick here, is an expert on safes, in fact he traveled for a safe firm once, but as this is his first little er-er out of the way business why he might be a bit slow, but he ' lU crack it alright, " and here he paused and gave a meaning glance at Broderick. The young man was white and ner- vous, his face was tense, and his whole uneasy bearing told of great mental strain. " All right, now, pals, " said Parker, " get things a going, " He handed THE REDWOOD 169 Sewall an electric lantern and told him to go first. Climbing the rope with difficulty, and with the other ' s aid, he perched on the little sill for a breathing spell, and seeing Broderick about to ascend, he dropped on the inside. In a minute the man was at his side, and Sewall flashed the light around the room. There was nothing unusual about it — just a small room lined with empty cases. And on the walls there hung a mixed assortment of guns, telescopes, pipes, compasses, etc. Over in a corner behind a screen was a desk. This was the office and sancta sanctorum of Moses Beckstein and standing in solitary majesty, as Moses thought, was the safe. It was a fairly large affair, but of cheap make, although of an imposing appearance. It had a landscape painted upon it, and underneath, the name Moses Beckstein, in bright gold letters. The combination was showy and large, but to the practised eyes of the cracks- man, it was a " pike. " Broderick spoke, ' ' I ' ll have this opened in no time; and it ' s the first but the last s«fe I ' ll ever break. " " Come on, now, " growled Sewall, " Hurry, we ain ' t got all night. " Opening the grip, Broderick took out a small drill, and carefully smearing it with vaseline he started to work. After a half hour of hard labor the hole was done. Then inserting a small, hollow tube into it, he put the other end to his ear and started to work slowly with the combination. " 6-15-E 21-2, that ought to fetch the little bar over — no, it didn ' t, let ' s try again, 6-i5-E-2i-2, no — not yet, it ' s worse than I thought. The sheeny ' s changed the combination. Let ' s try 7- 14-D 21-2, Ah! there .she comes — now let ' s use the small dial; we just got the little bolt, now for the big one. Let ' s see, she has five letters, well, we ' ll change to the large. Now 9 17-G-0-20. Ah! now one to the right, two to the left — now bring 8 right up the arrow and zero, — now pull, — ah! at last. " Sewall pulled and the door flew open, he began pulling out drawers, but his companion drew back, crying. " I have stolen, I don ' t want to see it. God knows I opened it, but I won ' t take a cent of the coin. " " All right, damn you; you scared me, I don ' t care what you do, as long as you shut up, ' ' replied Sewall. Here he began stuffing jewelry, money, watches, pins — in short anything of value into his pocket. As he threw one of the empty drawers down he saw Parker ' s frightened face, framed in the window. " Make a getaway, for God ' s sake, " yelled Parker, " the cops are here. " He then dropped from sight. As he did so the front door crashed in and three officers entered with drawn revolvers. Sewall whipped out a big ugly Colt, but before he could fire, it was torn from his grasp. The officer snapped a handcuff over one hand, and in attempting to do it to the other, he failed, and called out, " Hey! Jerry, come on take this guy; he ' s only got one paw. " 170 THE REDAVOOD The patrol drove up, and they were hustled through a small crowd into it. They were soon rattling over the slippery cobbles and before they realized it, they were in jail and had been strictly searched. At first there was some trouble in finding room for them, but they were finally flung into a small cell, and left alone and together. Sewall took off his boots and flung himself onto a single cot to rest and think, but suddenly Broderick, who seemed stunned, uttered a shriek. " Good God! " he wailed, " Good God! what will I do? They ' ll sent me up to vSan Quentin for years and I ' ll never see Rosie or little Baby again. It wasn ' t my fault, it was his — his. Bill Parker ' s, I owed him money and he took advan- tage of me. He ' s a hellhound, that ' s what he is, oh, — great God! when she grows up they ' ll say her daddy was a convict, a thief, a thief — a thief — " Sewall looked on. Strange to say, he was not excited, not nervous, until Broderick moaned out pitifully, " My Baby, my little Babe. " Then Sewall remembered. Yes, that was it, the picture in the watch — a woman of comely face, and a phirap little curly haired girl in her arms. As he lay on the couch he thought of the child; what would become of her? Then a pang wrenched at his heart. Far, far back in the recesses of his memory be held a vision. It was of a little child, a girl, with plump, rosy cheeks, and long tangled hair, on which the sun played. He remembered that he loved the little girl very much and he saw her, midst a halo of light, hand him a bunch of raarig(»lds she had plucked from the fields. This had been his little sister, far back in the days of his early youth, and he dimly remembered his father ' s grief at her death. Yet vague as was this phantasy, he cherished the love of the child. Then he thought of the little girl in t];e photo. What of her? Suppose the child of the vision should have had this happen to her. Then an idea flashed through his mind. He .sat up and grabbed at the huddled figure of Broderick. " Say, man, wake up and listen here, I ' ll get you off in this affair, if you ' ll only stick by what I say. Will you, now? Why? why, because if you don ' t, well, the jug for you. Don ' t you know they found no jewelry or anj ' thing on you? " Broderick eyed him stupidly for a second and then answered thickly, " yes. " It was the usual scene in the criminal court: the dry judge, the sleepy bailiff, the insistant prosecutor and the craln- ing spectators. Sewall was speaking. " Yes, your honor, I ' m guilty, I ' ve done a term before. I guess I can do another. What did I do it for? Why, the safe was easy and the Jew had money. But, your honor, I want to say that Broderick, although caught with me, is guiltless. He was forced into it; THE REDWOOD 171 he had to be there, but so help me God, sir, he ' s guiltless of taking the money. " The trial was over and Broderick had been let go, for the Prosecution was satisfied with the easy conviction of one man. In a cell lingered Sewall with the long, dragging years of hard, bitter penal servitude weighing heavily upon him. He was sitting lonely, with his face in his hands, when the cell door opened. He did not look up, for he thought it was the turnkey; but sud- denly and silently a body slipped close against his own, and pressed against his grizzled cheek was the soft cheek of a child. The little arms enfolded his neck and lisping lips murmured, " You ' ve been good to ray daddy, " and kissed him. R. A. YoELL. THE LILIES NE day in thoughtful mood and pensively, I wandered in a garden passing fair The songs of birds resounded everywhere And flooded all the place with melody; But sweeter far than all their harmony A subtle fragrance filled the balmy air For two bright lilies grew in beauty there- Fit emblems they of matchless purity. Again my footsteps chanced to stray that way The songs of birds no longer echoed there The lilies that I once took pleasure in No longer blossomed upright, pure and fair — But soiled and and trodden in the dust they lay — True emblems now of havoc wrought by sin. F. D. Warren. 172 THE REDWOOD T T s oorf. Published MoNtHLv by the Students of Santa Clara College The object of the Redwood is to give proof of College Industry, to record College Doings and to knit closer together the hearts of the Boys of the Present and of the Past. EDITORIAL STAFF EXECUTIVE BOARl William C. Talbot President ASSOCIATE EDITORS Roy a. Bronson Exchanges In the Library Alumni College Notes Athletics Daniel Tadich Chris. A. Degnan Hardin N. Barry Daniel Tadich Lawrence O ' Connor Marco S. Zarick, Jr. business manager Roy a. Bronson assistant business manager Herbert L. Ganahl alumni correspondents Geo. a. Sedgley, B. S., ' 68. Alex. T. Leonard, A. B., ' lo. Address all communications to The Redwood, Santa Clara College, California Terms of subscription, $1.50 a year; single copies, 15 cents EDITORIAL COMMENT That loving Master to whom the Reverend Joseph P. Lydon consecrated himself in the flower of his early youth and whom he served so The Rev. faithfully as a member J. P. Lydon, S. J. g . j has shortened the days of his earthly afflictions and called his noble spirit to its eternal reward. After six months of suffering Father Lydon passed away at the St. Francis Hospital in San- ta Barbara on the evening of January the tenth. He was born invSan Francisco, August 5, 1871. At the age of fifteen he entered the Novitiate of the Society of Jesus and THE REDWOOD 173 though a mere youth, he even then gave promise of that extraordinary intellect- ual ability which so characterized his later life. In 1905 when he was or- dained to the priesthood at Montreal, he was thoroughly conversant with six modern languages besides being a fin- ished scholarinLatin, Greek andHebrew He was also highly proficient in the sciences, in mathematics, in theology, and in philosophy. During his brief career Father I ydon held many positions of trust and honor. After completing his studies in philos- ophy he filled the important post of professor of Ancient Classics in the Jesuit Seminary at Los Gatos. Immedi- ately following his ordination in 1905, he taught philosophy at Santa Clara Col- lege, and in 1907 he was assigned to the difficult post of vice-president of the college. He was relieved of this burden- some office in igioand appointed to a professorship at Gonzaga College, Spokane, Washington. When Father Lydon left Santa Clara he appeared to be in the best of health. But his constitution, which was never very strong, had been greatly weakened by the continual worry and arduous duties which were attached to his office. As soon as that nervous energy which constantly buoyed him up was relaxed he broke down and the disease which finally carried him away began to mani- fest itself. Although in a weakened condition Father Lydon remained at his work in Gonzaga until absolute prostration put an end to his activity. Even then his many friends, and even the kindhearted priest himself, hoped that his illness would be but a passing spell and that he would soon be himself again. But that hope was doomed to a sad disappoint- ment. The doctors from the first, when they recognized in his collapse the symp- toms of Bright ' s disease in its most acute form, realized that his passing away was but a question of time. Father Lydon himself did not believe that the malady would be necessarily fatal. But when in Santa Barbara he was told by Father Gleeson that God was about to call him, he declared that he was resigned to His holy will and prepared to go. The cheerfulness and resignation which he displayed during those last sad hours endeared him to all who surrounded the sick bed. Father Lydon was a true and loyal son of St. Ignatius and in his loss the Jesuit Order has sufi " ered a severe blow. His rare intellectual attainments and his whole souled devotion to the cause of Catholic education, one of the principal objects of the Society of Jesus will be sadly missed. For in the kind-hearted priest the student had a true friend in whom he could always trust and confide. In the midst of those little trials and discouragements, which are the lot of every college student, his ready sympa- thy and gentle words of encouragement dispelled the dark clouds of gloom. Father Lydon was a man of energy and determination. His devotion to whatsoever he undertook was remark- able. Often of an evening, as he pond- ered over some difficult question or knelt 174 THE REDWOOD in coutemplation of his Master, the tiny rays of light stealing from his windows, even after midnight, gave evidence of his occupation. No marble monument, or costly shaft marks the spot where the kind-hearted priest is lying. But deep down in the hearts of every Santa Clara boy and of every person who knew him, is a me- morial inspired and erected by his noble deed.s, which is more precious and more enduring than marble, which the storms of winter, cannot buffet, and which will last as long as life itself. Wm. I. O ' Shaughnessy. A few words of congratulation to the winner of this years Rhodes scholarship. Four young men of our state were successful in passing the literary examinations for the Cecil Rhodes schol- Scholarship . . the four, Vincent K. Butler, a Junior at St. Ignatius College was chosen as the one best fitted in all requirements. Along with winning this honor, he has yet another to his credit — that of being the youngest American to annex the Rhodes scholarship since its establish- ment in America. The following clipping from the San Francisco Monitor is apropos: " In a letter to Mr. James H. Barry, ed- itor of The Star, Prof. F. Angell of Ice- land Stanford University explained last week that the award of the Rhodes Scholarship to Vincent K. Butler of St. Ignatius College " is the more flattering to the young man as the committee se- lecting him was composed exclusively of California and Stanford professors. Under the terms of the Rhodes bequest the committee has to select from the can- didates who have passed the qualifying Oxford examination, the student who comes most highly recommended in the matters of scholarship, athletic skill and capacity for manly fellowship. In ad- dition the committee endeavors to ob- tain a first-hand knowledge of the more obvious traits of the candidates ' by meet- ing them informally and sociall} ' . From the several candidates who appeared be- fore the committee, Mr. Butler was unanimously selected as fulfilling most satisfactorily all the conditions of the Rhodes bequest. " Dion R. Holm. The New Staff We take great pleasure in announc- ing the following appointments to the Redwood staff: Editor-in-chief, Mr. Chris A. Degnan; Ex- changes, Mr. Lawrence O ' Connor; In the Li- brary, Mr. Rodney A. Yoell; Alumni, Mr. Joseph F. Demar- tini; College Note.s, Mr. Aloyslus Die- penbrock; Business Manager, Mr. H. Ganahl; Ass ' t Business Manager, Mr. F. D. Warren. Mr. M. S. Zarick, Jr., will continue in charge of the depart- ment of Athletics. We feel confident that The Redwood has been entrusted to able hands and that its prospects for the future are golden. Our best wishes are with it and its new staff. W. C. Talbot. THE REDWOOD 175 With this issue our term on " the ex- chaage " expires, and we must confess that it is with no little feeling of re- luctance that we yield our pen to our successor. Our contemporaries have been a considerable source of instruction to us and we have spent many a pleas- urable hour in their company. We shall always enjoy perusing them, though our duty may no longer require it. ' ' The University of North Carolina in the Civil War, " an essay in the N. C. 11. magazine, University of North Carolina Magazine torical facts, first-class and s an interesting paper. It treats of the Univer- rsity before and during the war and bristles with statistics and his- The style, however, is makes very readable a subject inclined by its nature to be dry. ' Oberammergau and the Passion Play " contains vivid local color, and tends to strengthen the ambition of its readers to witness for themselves the marvelous performance. " The Fellow Who Had No Spirit, " would be an interesting story were the plot developed and worked out to its full extent. " A Song of the Road, " is perhaps the best piece of verse the magazine offers this month. It is written in an attractive metre and the imagery pleases. The Georgian " Aspiration. " the opening poem of The Georgian, hardly deserves its place of honor. It contains choice thought but is wanting in tech- nique. " A Woodland Idyl, " is a fantastic little poem written in a catchy metre. " A Christmas Prayer " and " The Passing of the Day " are rich in theme and give evidence of marked ability. " For Old Time ' s Sake " is an interesting story of the life of a boy and girl from cradle days. They had been lovers through childhood until the time when they separate to go to college. The girl loses her love for her erstwhile com- panion and strives to forget him in the social whirl in which she is thrown. After several years she realizes the emptiness of her life and her thoughts turn again to the boy she used to know, who by this time is a prosperous law- yer in their home town. She returns home, and he goes to visit her. We leave him a little too unceremoniously, however, after his last call. We take leave of him after he went to his office and " took down a book and opened it. Then be buried hi s face in his arms. ' ' We were interested in him and should have liked to hear of his fate, not that " they lived happily ever afterward, " but a further development would have 176 THE REDWOOD enhanced the value of the story. — The departments of The Georgian are well arranged. One of the best literary magazines that have come to us this month, is that from the University of Virginia. Within its pages we found two The University . he of Virginia g Catlapeque " Magazme nd " The Test. " The former is a series of mysterious incidents which, though in themselves highly im- probable, are worked by a hand that certainly has not lost its cunning. The ending, though not the usual happy one, is commendable in this, that it avoids the commonplace. " The Test " is modern and novel in plot. Two men seeking the hand of a maiden, happen on every occasion to be on the scene of their quest together. One comes in an automobile while the other descends from the azure heights in an aeroplane. To test their faith she invites them both independently to her house on an even- ing when a storm is raging and travel by other means is rendered almost im- possible. The roads are too muddy for autos and the rising river makes the crossing of the bridge most hazardous; the winds are treacherous and violent, threatening the destruction of the aero- plane. Each meets with an accident. The auto runs into a rut and breaks an axle, and the aeroplane collides with a tree, breaking an arm of the aviator. Each runs to a neighboring farm-house for shelter. The heroine sits by the window repenting her act and fearing they both might be killed when she hears a hoof-beat outside and hurries to the door to greet the " birdman " who, despite his injured arm, has ridden on a plow-horse to keep his engagement. He is accepted, while the " autoist " is sitting in a farm house eighteen miles away, warming his feet at the fire. " Umb of Satan " is an amusing sketch. Mid a galaxy of hterature, chiefly good verse, the Young Eagle swooped down upon us and took us unawares. It simply demanded reading. It comes from Young ,. j g Eagle ' s Nest " in attractive feathers and contains compositions of more than or- dinary merit. " Santa Clara University " has not forgotten its " little sisters " and has always been glad to see the publi- cation, as a " Young Eagle " should, gain in strength and beauty. The Notre Dame Quarterly recreated us more than usual this month, and we read it with a thorough appreciation. When we came to " Our Notre " Letter Box, " we had ™® to read them all. They yuarter y made us feel as we read them, that they were meant personally for us, and through them we learned many points in the art of letter writing. We will take the opportunity in this issue to thank all who have so faith- fully sent in their exchanges, to con- gratulate them on the high standard they have maintained, and to wish them all success for the coming year. Chris A. Dbgnan. THE REDWOOD 177 ' 87 Much praise is due to one of Santa Clara ' s notable sons who was greatly responsible for San Francisco ' s recent victory in Congress in the fight for the Pan- ama Pacific Exposition. The following account from the San Francisco Call of February 6, of the recep tion ten- dered Rev. Father McQuaide, A. B., ' 87, shows clearly how the community appreciated his part in the great work he accomplished. More than 3000 persons crowded the hall of Sacred Heart church last night to welcome home Father Joseph Mc- Quaide, pastor of the church, " after bis telling work with the California dele- gation at the national capital in behalf of San Francisco as the site for the Panama-Pacific international exposi- tion. Before Father McQuaide stepped off the train in Oakland he was show- ered with flowers and cheered by the several hundred gathered to greet him. At the vSan Francisco side of the bay he was taken in an automobile to the parish church. Last night ' s welcome to Father Mc- Quaide was informal, but nevertheless an enthusiastic one. Among those on the platform were Mayor McCarthy, James Rolph Jr., Judge Murasky, Judge Weller, John Seymour, Thomas Murphy, Harry I. Mulcrevy, Edward F . Moran, J. Emmet Hayden, Alfred Roncovieri, William Hines, Charles M. Fickert and Dr. Wil- liam Walsh. The committee in charge of the re- ception at Oakland were: James Rolph Jr., Captain William Matson, M. H. Robbins, Dewitt Treat and Colonel William Kelley. Harry I. Mulcrevy was chairman at the reception in the church hall. Mayor McCarthy said: The people of San Francisco and the state of California little realize how much they are indebted to Father Mc- Quaide in bringing victory to this city. We who were in Washington and saw him work know to what degree he is responsible for the selection of this city as the place for the holding of the big fair in 1915. Father McQuaide was 178 THE REDWOOD never without his pleasant smile, which was effective in vote getting. " James Rolph Jr. was another who lauded the efforts of Father McQuaide. Others who voiced the city ' s apprecia- tion were: Judges Weller and Mu- rasky, J. Emmet Hayden and Charles M. Fickert. Father McQuaide faced the wildly cheering gathering for five minutes before his upraised hand brought silence. He told of the incidents dur- ing the struggle of the California boos- ters in behalf of San Francisco. He told of the journey to Washington via New Orleans. His experiences in New Orleans brought a hearty laugh from his auditors. He paid a glowing tribute to the gentlemanly conduct of the 150 delegates from New Orleans, with whom he rode from that city to Washington. In speaking of the part President Taft played in the winning of the fair for the west, Father McQuaid said: " But for the fact that many people are censuring President Taft for the support he gave to San Francisco, I would never say what I am about to. President Taft gave San Francisco his support because he believed this city was worthy of the fair and the most logical place for it; not that the people of New Orleans are unworthy of the fair, but because that city is not the proper place for an exposition in comparison with the advantages of San Francisco. I said to one member of the New Orleans delegation who was especially strong in the denunciation of the presi- dent. ' You take umbrage at the action of President Taft in supporting the claims of San Francisco, when he, as is his right as president and private citizen as well, favors my city over yours. You decry him. Your memory serves you ill, my friend, because only a short time ago he raised one of I,ouis- iana ' s sons to the very high office of chief justice of the Supreme Court. He did this in the face of great opposition, possibly, biit he had the courage to ap- point the man he thought best fitted for the office, despite the fact that that man was a confederate soldier, and one who fought desperately against the union soldiers. Forget it, my friend, and credit him with the same courage and fairness in this instance. ' " I am glad to be back home and I am indeed grateful for the welcome you have extended to me, undeserved though it be, but I would be not human if I were not affected by the praise showered upon me tonight. I am a poor, simple priest, with no future but what the priesthood offers me in bring- ing happiness in trying to do good for others, but I love San Francisco and I stand ready and willing at all times to aid her, and I promise to work all the harder for the success of this great fair. May we all live to take part in this fair and may we all do what we can to in- sure its success. ' ' On last November 23, Mr. Edward Sheehy, a student of the early nineties was married to Miss May Kelly, the charming and talented sister of Edward Kelly, A. B. 97. Rev. Fr. Kenna, S. J., per- formed the marriage ceremony in the old Mission Church of Santa Clara. ' 90 THE REDWOOD 179 In th recent elections held in Monte- rey Comity, Frank W. ' Sargeut, A. B. ' 95, was chosen by his fellow citizens to the ofiBce of District At- ' 95 , u • torney by a very big ruajority. Mr. Sargent has held public office prior to this and has always proved himself a dutiful servant of the people and]v orthy of the confidence be- stowed upon him. Another of the old boys to experi- ence the effects of the strenuous life led by little Cupid during the month of November was Mr. Ed- ' ward J. Kelly, A. B., ' 97. He was married to Miss Clara Fenton, one of the most popular young ladies in the Pajaro Valley. Mr. Kelly is practicing law at Watsonviile, where his clientele is unusually large. The marriage ceremony was performed by Rev. Father Kcnua, S. J., of Santa Clara College. In the early part of the current month Edward I. Leake, A. B. ' 00 who has recently joined the ratiks of the Benedicks, spent a few pleasant hours on the campus with his bride. The " newly weds " enjoyed a baseball game which was in progress on the college diamond. Several years back Edward, who is a brother of Paul Leake, our present en- ergetic basket ball manager, was a prominent member of the varsity nine, having played successfully at the in- itial sack for several seasons. He also acted in the capacity of Captain of the famous team on which were Chas.Gra- ' 00 ham, Bob Keefe and several other lu- minaries of the base ball world. Mr. Leake has been in the newspaper busi- ness since his graduation and lias been most successfnl in bis work. At pres- ent he is editor of the Woodland Demo- crat. Old boys of ten years ago will be glf.d to hear that Rev. D. J. Kavanagh, pres- ent Professor of Logic and Metaphysics at Santa Clara, and ' 01 erstwhile Director of Redwood, has written another play en- titled " Bethlehem. " It was staged in the College Auditorium, on Dec. 19, and on the 20th in the Victory Theatre, San Jose. The famous drama, " Henry Garnet, " is also from the pen of the Reverend Father. Another old S. C. C. man to join the ranks of the Benedicks was Lester L. Gandolfo of Seattle, who married Miss Marie Madeline Browl last Nov ' mb ' rinthatcity. The marriage took place in the presence of relatives and a few im- mediate friends at the Church of the Blessed Sacrament, the Rev. Fr. Driscoll officiating. The following interesting items are from the pen of Herman Budde, A. M. ' 07, who, in company with bis brother, Bernard Budde, ' 07 ' 10, has been touring in Europe for the last twelvemonth and and has lately returned to California. " If one were to compare Berlin and Paris, I do not believe the German metropolis would ' 03 180 THE REDWOOD suffer by it. Paris was in her glory when Architect Haussraan completed bis designs. Since that day she has been more or less at a standstill. But Germany ' s Capita! has taken up the new methods of civic improvement and betterment which are only to be dupli- cated in other cities of the Fatherland. Austria, Italy, France or the United States have nothing like them. One finds in Germany the city built on a scientific basis; the. architect, engineer, medical experts, gardeners and other specialists come together and say where the factory district, parks, schools, boulevards and residences ought to be, Only so much ground area can be used in every block for buildings; the rest has to be kept vacant. Only so many people can live to a block. The houses can be only so many stories high. Every so far there must be a Park. Sites for schools are bought many years ahead. The cities, too, believe in being landlords and in procuring money in other ways than by taxes. In fact the income of a few towns is sufl cient to exempt the citizens from]taxes. America could do well to study Germany ' s city building system, as regards business, health and comforts. Berlin, Paris and Loudon are alike in that they do not allow street cars on the principal streets. London is more strict than Paris in this regard, and Paris more than Berlin. But it permits another nuisance, a supera- bundance of motor buses, horse cars and autos. One has to be on a sharp look- out in crossing streets. He needs eyes in the back of his head and all over. Paris goes the limit for autos. In the center of the city machines are flying in every direction, and the smell in cross- ing the streets is terrible. One has to hold his nose if he does not want to breathe in all the gasoline smoke. I certainly would not want to work in Paris and be on the main streets all the time. The traffic is too much. Besides I understand that drivers are not held responsible in case of accidents. The fault rests with the victim that is run over. Funny law! In the Champs Elysees one takes his life in his hands when trying to cross in the afternoon. The autos have worn the boulevard down until it shines from the grease and gasoline smoke and rubber tires. De- spite the excellent sewer system and the many men employed in keeping the streets clean, there is a good deal of dust in the air. The Parisian street cleaning methods are very good. A fire hose is used in washing the gutters and the water must run clear before the block is finished. We have also noticed the same system in some of the German cities. Besides these street washers, women are employed as street cleaners. The Paris sewers are one of the fea- tures of that city. The total length is 980 miles. They are underground channels in the middle of the street, vaulted. The main arteries are of im- mense size, and besides the sewer chan- nel, have room for water, compressed air, gas mains, electric, telephone and tele- graph wires, pneumatic post tubes. Special permission is required for in- spection. Our visit lasted little over THE REDWOOD 181 half an hour. We were first taken in row boats that hold ten or twelve persons. There must have been about fifteen of these. Lit up in Japanese lantern style, it seemed as if we were going to take a trip through one of the canals of Venice. The boats were pulled until we arrived at one of the main intersecting channels, called the Sebastopol. Here we boarded a small electric train which had cars that held eight persons. One of the most unique trips we ever took! Every block we would pass the feeders that ran into the Sebastopol. The net work penetrated in all directions. There is enough space left for men to walk and famous stories have been written about people who have escaped the police by means of the sewers, called in French " Egouts. " Our journey ended in another part of the city. What surprised us was the num- ber of people who took advantage of the privilege of inspection twice monthly, more women than men. The odor is quite imperceptible. The water runs to a large basin where it is pumped to a farm and used as a fertilizer. " D. J. Tadich. 182 THE REDWOOD Bethlehem On the evening of December 20, 1910, the Dramatic Club of Santa Clara pro- duced Bethlehem, a Christmas play, written by a member of the faculty, the Rev. D. J. Kavanagh, S. J. The drama was staged in the Victory Theater at San Jose before a large and appreciative audience. The proceds which amounted to a handsome sum were turned over to the charities that are conducted under the auspices of the Si-sters of the Holy Family of San Jose. Edmund S. Lowe took the leading part, that of Marcellus, in an excellent manner; Dion R. Holm as Simeon, a priest and prophet, was exceedingly good, while Herbert Ganabl and A. Cecil Posey in their roles of Herod and Zekiel respectively, acquitted them- selves very creditably. The minor parts were also well acted, and the whole performance reflects great honor upon the Dramatic Club and upon the author of the drama, the Rev. D. J. Kavanagh. Last semester many collegians cast anxious glances towards the old chapel The Reading Room building asking with forlorn hope when the grand opening was to take place. And now their wishes have been gratified for the Reading Room has swung its portals wide open and bids its members a welcome invitation to its warmth and its comfort, to the enjoyment of billiards and pool, the whiliug away, in some cosy corner, of the pleasant moments in reading the popular, current magazines, or perchance glorying in the realms of checkers and chess, thinking out the next moves, plotting and scheming and devising ways and and means for the removal of queens and the retiring of kings from the field of battle and the successful overthrowing of one ' s oppo- nent. February sixth brought the faculty, the students and a few invited friends to the College Theater to be entertained for the evening by Mr. B. R. Baumgardt. His theme, " The fjelds and fjords of Norway, " was a most enter- taining one and an educational treat A Lecture THE REDWOOD 183 not to be missed. The speaker vividly pictured the land of the midnight sun with its great rocky inlets, its beautiful fjords, and its thvindering waterfalls; its shimmering glaziers dazzling in the sun- shine and the many peculiar ways, customs, and dress of its people. The manner in which Mr. Baumgardt dealt with his subject showed that he was thoroughly familiar with it. It was evident too he knew well the tricks of his trade, for the lecture never palled and variety and life were added by some apt anecdote or good natured jest. On the whole it was a delight- fully spent evening and we hope to hear again from Mr. Baumgardt. Though not unexpected there came a blow of great sadness to us all when the news of the demise of Rev. J. P. Lydon, S. J., reached us. Fr. Lydon, with a smile of appreciation to those who had helped him during his sickness by their little kind acts and their cheery words and who were assembled at his bedside, muttered, as the final moment arrived, " My God Have Mercy, " and then passed away as easily as if it were for a mere sleep. The good Jesuit had lived in our midst for several years and in that time he had endeared him- self to the hearts of all. After several months of struggle with Bright ' s disease, he succumbed at Santa Barbara, where The Death of Fr J. P. Lydon, S.J. Condolence he had gone in the hope of regaining his lost health. The body was brought back to Santa Clara where a Requiem Mass was said in the Old Mission Church for the repose of his soul. The students and Faculty of Santa Clara College were in full attendance at the Mass. A most impressive sermon was preached by Rev. Father Gleeson, S. J. The remains were then interred in the Jesuit Plot at the Santa Clara Cemetery. May he rest in peace. Whereas, Almighty God in His infin- ite wi.sdom and has seen fit to call to His eternal re- ward, the father of our esteemed classmate and companion, Benjamin Fowler, be it Resolved, That we, the Freshman class of Santa Clara College, extend to our bereaved classmate and his relatives our sincerest sympathy and condolence in this their sad affliction, and be it Resolved, That we approach the Ploly Table and oflFer up our commun- ion for the repose of the soul of the deceased; and be it further Resolved, That these resolutions be recorded in the minutes of our class, that they be published in the Redwood magazine, and that a copy of the same be sent to our classmate. Frank D. Warren Rodney A. Yoell Edward Barbour. A. DiEPENBROCK. 184 THE REDWOOD ' ii The opening of the New Year saw the aspiring students of Santa Clara out in full force for places on the various teams. Basketball, Truck and Baseball now occupy the interest in onr athletic world. It is rather late to forecast on the merits of the respective teams but all the fans may judge of the " class " of the teams by the games participated in thus far. TracK: Under Coach Garcia and Captain Bronson Santa Clara is surely assured a track team that will more than up- hold the standard of the Red and White. Many turned out for the opening practice and the material seemed to be very good. Serious work has not been attempted yet, but we soon hope to hear of a few victories in this department. squad under his wing and is quite busy whipping them into proper shape. Dur- ing the latter part of January an inter- class basketball league was formed, out of which Coach Garcia selected ' the follow ingmen as likely candidates: Ahern, Bar- bour, Beach, Best, Castruccio, Diepen- brock, Teall, Ray and Voight. The initial game was played against the San Jose Y. M. C. A., which team met defeat by the score of 32 to 8. San Jose Normal was next in line, losing after a very exciting game 17 16. The last minute of play Santa Clara was on the short end of a 16-15 score. A brilliant rally and passing rush, a quick but accurate throw by " Jack " Ray turned the tide however and the whistle soon called a halt. The basketball team ' s first defeat came when they met the Armory team of San Jose to whom they lost 30 to 22, after a game, hard fought battle. BasKetball: Baseball. Coach Garcia also has the basketball Though the team has not been defin- THE REDWOOD 185 itely chosen by Coach McHale, the fol- lowing men still retain places on the squad: Jacobs, Irillary, Gallagher, Girot, Barry, Hartman, McGovern ,Ybarrondo, Tramutolo (Capt.), Hogan, Best, Fitz gerald and Zarick. Prospects seem exceedingly bright this year and we hope to bring home the bacon in this branch of sport. The first game of the season was played against the Gantner-Mattern Club of San Francisco, from whom the Varsity won easily lo 2. Stanford was next on the list and handed the Red and White warriors a package of ripe fruit labeled 3-1. A different story next time, Sunday, February 5th. Nick William ' s North- west Club journeyed to our campus and went home with the same sort of package, 14-3. The game opened rather disastrously as the leaguers seemed to take a fancy to Barry ' s oflferings and sent two men over the plate. He was retired in favor of Girot who also allowed a run in the same canto, after which however he had the visitors on his staff, twirling fine ball. Stewart who twirled for William ' s Club had the Varsity guessing after the first inning, but he was duck soup after that and soon turned the task over to Kantlehner, a former Santa Clara stu- dent. Kantlebner fared little better, being wilder than a March hare forcing in a run, allowing a couple of hits, net- ting in all seven runs. Playing with the visitors were " Tommy " Tennant of of the Seals, Tommy Sheehan, Swayne and Williams. Sheehan and Tennant starred at bat for the visiting nine, while Fitzgerald was the hitter of the day for Santa Clara, gleaning three hits, and a walk out of five trips to the rubber. The following account was omitted in both the November and Christmas num- bers owing to lack of space. It is rather late to run it at present but we hope it may be of interest. S. C. C. 26 U. F. O On Saturday November 5th, Santa Clara and the University of Pacific fif- teens met in a gruelling battle on the College Campus, the Red and White emerging victorious over the Black and Gold 26-0. It was the annual game of the two schools and the " Pacific Tigers " put up a hard fight, but were gradually worn down by the terrific onslaught of the Santa Clara team. The pigskin, with the exception of a minute ' s play at the end of the first half, was always in the " Tiger ' s " terri- tory. The game opened when U. P. kicked off, the ball being returned to the cen- ter of the field. A series of dribbling and passing rushes brought the oval to a 5-yard scrum. In the melee that en- sued Guerrierri crossed the white lines for the first try of the day. " Tommy " Ybarrondo easily converted to goal. Pacific booted from middle field, the ball later finding touch at our 35 yd. line. Best here received the ball making 186 THE REDWOOD the most sensational run seen on the campus in many moons, carrying the ball from our 35 yd. line to U.P. ' s 10 yd. line on the opposite side of the field. It was a brilliant run, well deserving of the generous plaudits of the large crowd. On a 10 yd. line out Patten secured the ball bucking through the U. P. for- wards, for the second .score of the game. Our " Tommy " failed to convert from a very difEcuIt angle. The end of the first half saw the Rlack and Gold cohorts fighting with all the spirit they had left. For a few moments our goal looked in danger of being crossed but a mighty boot from " Sailor " Ganahl blasted the one hope of the ferocious " Tigers " . The half ended with the ball well in Pacific ' s territory, the score reading Santa Clara 8, University of the Pacific o. The second reel was a dead walk-away, at no time during this canto did U. P. have a semblance of a chance. Over anxiousness on the part of the Varsity, was all that kept the score as it read. " Hap " Gallagher crossed the Black and Gold ' s line early in the second period, getting the pigskin from a five yard scrum. Tommy ' s trial at conversion five yds. from touch was perfect but unlucki- ly hit the cross bar. It was a pretty boot and it sure was tough luck that " Flap ' s " score wasn ' t converted. Another pretty play of the game saw " Hap " Gallagher pick the oval from a scrum in mid-field and pass to " Tommy " who ran 20 yds. then passed to Best. Best ran through the rest of the field easily, placing the ball squarely between the posts, — Ybarrondo converted. Jarrett and Best figured in a nice passing rush of 30 yds., Jarrett being forced to touch. A 30 yd. run by Sims scored again for the Red and White, Ybarrondo con- verting. The last try of the contest was made by " Barney " Jarrett in the closing min- utes of play. From a 10 yd. line out Jarrett hooked the ball going over for a nice try, Ybarrondoending the scoring for the day by easily converting. The total score was six tries with four conversions reading in round numbers, Santa Clara 26, University of Pacific o. " Sailor " Ganahl with his short boots, " Happy " with his backward punts, Voight with his own 25 yd. dribble also figured. The team all around played fine Rugby. Pacific ' s only spark of brilliancy was a short dribbling rush. Marco S. Zarick, Jr. THE REDWOOD College Men are Always Interested In Well- Tailored Clothes EVENING CLOTHES and accessories KNOX Hats Heid Caps NOVELTIES in neckwear and I hosiery In fact anything to wear that is RIGHT SPRING ' S know of no other way. SPRING ' S, Inc. SAN JOSE Home of Hart Schaf fner Marx THE REDWaOB Step into McCABE S and get crowned with one of those new college hats. San Jose Oberdeener ' sPharmacy Prescription Druggists KodcBlis and Sui plles Franklin St. Santa Clara, Cal. Young Men ' s Furnishings All the Latest Styles in Neckwear, Hosiery and Gloves. Young Men ' s Suits and Hats. O ' Brien ' s Santa Clara SWEATER COATS MATMIHC; SUITS ATHLETSC GOODS FOR AI I, OCCASIONS Underwear Hosiery Corner Post and Grant Avenue, San Francisco T. F. SOURISSEAU JEWELER 143 South First St. San Jose, Cal. MOLL BROS. K al Estate and Insurance Call and see us if you want any thing in our line Franklin St., next to Bank, Santa Clara THE REDWOOD I r 1 1 ry -j 13 -| When in San Jose drop in T L and have us serve you with i the very best Ice Cream or Soda in San Jose. Order your French Candies from us. RUDOLPH ' S !6 Ssjith First Street and 87 East Santa Clara Street, Sasi Jose f Umpire Pool Room Santa Clara, Cal. MISSION CANDY PARLOR MRS. SCULLY. Prop. CONFECTIONERY. ICE CREAM AND SODA FRANHLIN ST. SANTA CLARA The Belmont 24)26 Fountain Alley H, E. WILCOX D. M. BURNETT ATTORNEYS AT I,AW Rooms 19 and 20, Safe Deposit Building San Jose, Cal. 6 PER GENT. INTEREST Paid on Term Deposits Continental Building and Loan Association Apply to ROBERT A . FATJO " MEM ' S CI.OT1IES SHOP " Gents ' Furnishings, Hats and Shoes. Agency of Royal Tailors Pay l.ess aael »res» Better E. H. ALDEN Phone Clay 741 Santa Clara. Cal. 1054 Franklin Street THE REDWOOD Phone Temporary 140 A. PALADINI Wholesale and Retail FRISSH, SAI T, SMOKED, PICKLl D and BRi:©D FISH 520 Merchant Street San Francisco Enterprise lamidry Go. Phone North 126 PERFECT SATISFACTION GUARANTEED 867 Sherman St. I. RUTH, Agt., 1037 Frankliii St. Santa Clara Cyclery D. COUGH LIN, Proprietor Santa Clara County Agent for PIERCE MOTOR CYCLES Single and Four Cylinder Machines Full line of Bicycles and Sundries Franklin Street Next to Coffee Club The Santa Clara Coffee Club Invites you to its rooms to read, rest and enjoy a cup of excellent coffee Open from 6:00 a. m. to 10:3§ p. m. Dr. T. E. Gallup DENTIST Santa Clara, California Phone Clay 681 North Main Street, One Block from Car Line ■ OERR ' S Branch at Clark ' s 176-182 South First Street, San Jose Order your pastry in advance Picnic Lunches THE REDWOOD SAN JOSE BAKING CO. J_. _JREjTWIESER aiiager The cleanest and most sanitary bakery in Santa Clara Valley. We supply the most prominent hotels. Give us a trial. Our bread, pies and cakes are the best. PHONE SAN JOSE 6®9 433-435 Vine Street . San Jose, Gal. C3-o-o--o-o-o-©-o--©-©-©-o-e-o-o-o-©-0-©--©-©-©-©-©--o-©-©-o--©-©-©-©-©--©-o-© i GET A KRUSIUS I jiij If yovi want to get a good pen knife; guaranteed as it ought to be. If it should q 1 not prove to be that we will be glad to exchange with you until you have one that is. 1 . Manicure Tools, Razors guaranteed the same way. If you wish to shave easily i and in a hurry, get a Gillette Safety Razor. The greatest convenience for the 9 man who shaves himself. O I The Jolin Stock Sons | o tmmrSfI{00hrs astd Flumbers © 9 Phone San Jose 76 71-77 South First St., San Jose, Cal- 9 -e-0--0-©-©-©-o--©-©-©-o--©-o-©-e-©-©-©--©-©-©-©-©--©-o-ei-©--©-o-©-o-o--o-©- t As ail Office Man or M ercliaiit I 1 Are you interested in the quality, cost and character of Y f the paper used in your clerical department? Of course T 4 you are. Then why not buy that line of stationery that A combines UtiSsty, Service and Appeararsc® and at the same «. J time costs less than any similar lines now on the market. " f i THE MECSAI. TYFE MIXER FAFEaS t 4. Toilay M.e]preseMt tise Most CossapreliesiM ve JUime SoUcS ? MILLARD BROS. BooKs and Stationer: , Fountain Feiis . Fenrs.aints 25-27 E. SANTA CLARA ST.. SAN JOS£ THE REDWOOD T. MUSGRAVE P. GFELL F. A. ALDERMAN STATIONERY, BLANK T. MUSGRAVE CO. BOOKS. ETC. CIGARS AND TOBACCO matzhmakcrsy eoldsmitbs and Silversmiths Baseball and Sporting Goods Fountain Pens of All Kinds 3272 Tweuty-first St, San Francisco Next to Postoffice Santa Clara I Cunningham, Curtiss Welch I STATIONERS Printers, Booksellers and Blank Book Manufacturers 561-671 MARKET STREET, SAN FRANCISCO, CAL. I 7 M{i= r=Jr=Jr= r=Jf=Jf= ' r=Jf==ia Santa Clara Restaurant and - Oyster House— — p. COSTEL. Proprietor Weah at JIU lyours fllFresh Oysters, Crabs and Shrimps every day. Oyster Loaves a Specialty Oyster Cocktails 10 and I5c. Oysters to take home: Eastern 30 cents per dozen. California 50 cents per hvindred. Private Rooms for Families Open Day and Night O ' CONNOR SANITARIUM Training School for Nurses -IN CONNECTION- Conducted by SISTERS OF CHARITY Race and San Carlos Sts. San Jose THE REDWOOD Use San Luis Automobile Radiator Compoimd Sold under a positive guarantee to give perfect satisfaction or money refunded Simply because the Poveer, Endurance, Speed and Length of Life of your engine depends largely on the condition of your cooling system. Prevent the destructive action of water minerals in your radiator and get the maximum of service. 50 cents or less a month will do it. We also manufacture a boiler compound guaranteed to remove and prevent scales in steam boilers. Manufactured only by SAN LUIS COMPOUND CO., Inc. 939-945 Washington St. SANTA CLARA, CAL. All kinds of Society and Commercial Printing Nace Printing Co. PRINTERS OF THE REDWOOD 955-61 Washington Street Santa Clara MANUEL MELLO R. Meezel Hardware Co. ANYTHING 904 Frank Dealer in All Kinds of BOOTS and SHOES lin St. Cor. Lafayette From a Pin to a Piiedriver PROMPT SERVICE Phone Clay 331 1049 Franklin St. Santa Clara Tmpenal Dyeing % Ckaning fyouse TelepHone Grant 1311 Special Jlttention Given to Ladies Garments and Tanc Goods Repairing of Jill Kinds 1021 TranKUn Street Santa Clara. Cal. THE REDWOOD Billy Hobson 24 South First Street San Jose, California Suits Made to Or der ATTENTION! MY Spring Line of Suitings have arrived. You will find a great many novelties shown exclusively by me. Suits Made to Order Suits to Order from $20 to Billy Hobson 24 South First Street Ssm Jose, California A. G. COL CO. WHOLESALE Commission Merchants TELEPHONE MAIN 309 84 to 90 North Market St., San Jose, Cal. 1 1 r Km wtT ' lk ' ' Kidm Pkskr ' ' •oiLClO ' S UNIVERSITY DRUG CO. tVrJl Cor. gauta Clara and g. Secoud Sts. Saa Joec THE REUVVOOL) Your Choice of Routes When Going East % % % SAN FRANCISCO " Overland Limited ' ' Three days to Chicago via Ogden and Union Pacific. The Golden State Limited Via El Paso and the El Paso Rock Island Route. A b eautiful trip down the Coast Line and through Southern California. The New Orleans Express Via New Orleans, thence by rail or via the Elegant Southern Pacific New Or- leans - New York steamers. Through tourist sleepers to Washington, D. C, with- out change. Rail and steamship tickets sold to all points including Europe, The Orient, Honolulu and Alaska. A. A. HAPGOOD, E. SHILLINGSBURG, City Ticket Agent Dist. Passgr. Agt. 40-East Santa Clara Slreet-40 SOUTHERN PACIFIC THE rf:d vood SPECIAL i i the S. C. watch fob yc in hammtred brass I l Field-Walton Co. ' Xbc Leading mt Shop " Fir -class Jewelry Manufacturing and Repairing 19 South First Street San Jose CRESCENT Shaving Parlors J. D. TRUAX, Prop. Main Street Laundry Agency Santa Clara The Pastime Cafe and Pool Parlor CfTry our Special and Famous Drinks. We get the sporting news of the world. North First Street San Jose Brown ' s Sh ve Shop ; Tirst national Bank Bidq. 9 San Jose THE REDWOOD If You Want a Finished FOTO HAVE BUSHNELL Take it. The Leader of San Jose Photographers 41 NORTH FIRST STREET SAN JOSE, CAL. Angelas Phone, San Jose 3802 z nnex Phone, San Jose 4688 JIngelus and JInmx G. T. NINNIS E. PENNINGTON, Props. European Plan. Newly furnished rooms, with hot and cold water; steam heat throughout. Suites with private bath. Angelus, 67 N. First St. Annex, 52 W. Sl John St. San Jose, California Ask For... Varsity Sweets COLLINS McCarthy candy COMPANY Zee-Nut and Candy Makers SAN FRANQSCO |[[[We do our o wn Copper Plate engraving and printing and make a Special Price to Students -:- -:- - Melvin Murgotten, Inc. PRINTERS STATIONERS San Jose, Cal. THE REDWOOD ; OUR ASSORTMENT OF Field and Gymoasiiim Apparatus Embodies Every Practical Device That Has Been Invented Pennants for Colleges, Schools and Fraternities Any Design Reproduced in Correct Colors and Perfect Detail Four Floors of Stock to Select From Come in and Get Acquainted, but don ' t buy until you are certain | that we offer Greater Value for a price than any house in the West. | t t THE HOUSE OF PRICE AND QUALITY t 48-52 Geary Street San Francisco I Gift Jewelry! t t Select it at Lean ' s. Here you ' ll find t a most complete and beautiful assortment I of uew jewelry styles of every sort. t Gift ' s from Lean ' s are appreciated. W. C LEAN First and San Fernando Sts. San Jose Mission Hair Tonic and Dandruff Cure IT NEVER FAILS 50c PER BOTTLE Madden ' s Pharmacy santa ciara, cai. THE REDWOOD HERNANDEZ U North Second St. COLLEGE TAILOR MacBride ' s Ueata Sandwich A Dainty Confection. 5c per package For sale at Brother Kennedy ' s store GOLDSTEIN GO. INCORPORATED Costumers, Decorators and Theatrical Supplies - - Largest and most complete costume house on the coast 833 Market St. San Francisco BENJAMIN SUITS AND OVERCOATS and the Best stock of lEN S mmm m QOOOS Cimiiiiigliaiii s South First St. San Jose, Cal. Packard Shoes for Meii $3.50 $4.00 $5.00 EVERY PAIR MADE TO WEAR SKovring of High Toes and Hi h Heels for Fall M. Leipsic, Sole Agent 73 NortK First Street Phone Sutter 575 English, Breakfasts, Oolongs and Green Teas JOHN A. LENNON Wholesale Grocer and Importer of Tea, Coffee, Rice 137-139 Sacramento St. San Francisco TMC RE-DWOOD MARCH, 1911 THE REDWOOD O = 0 Tounded Itiarcb 19, 1S51 Cbartered JJpHI 28, 1855 Smta Cbra College Santa Clara, California I ev, James P. Hlomssey, S, J., President i£ Vi ' MPSSV?7 Syi ii ' m Mi ' mm mm, ' ! ? £ :C?3£ ! y S i ( fM ' , THE REDWOOD SPRING SPORTING GOODS We are showing a very complete and up-to-date assortment of Spring Sporting Goods. Most important to the college students are our lines of Base Ball, Basket Ball, Track Outfits and Tennis Goods. Tennis Rackets All the Leading Models, including Ward Wright Sutton Star Hackett Alexander Gold Medal Ten minutes on the electric car brings you to our store. Boschken Hard vare Co. San Jose ' s Leading Sporting Goods House 138 South First Street San Jose, California Walk-Over Spring Styles Have set the fashion for SPRING buyers. The " Limit " Just one of the many new styles Carried in All Leathers Price $3.50, $4.00, $4.50 and $5.00 Spikes and baseball shoes at low prices OUINN BRODER ' S malfe Over Sboe Store SOLE AGENTS 41-43 South First Street San Jose THE REDWOOD i I FOSS HICKS CO. No. 35 West Santa Clara Street SAN JOSE Investments A select and up-to date list of just such properties as the Home-Seeker and Investor Wants INSURANCE I Fire, Ofe and Accident in tlie best Companies | I sFRrNGTsiJiTs ] IF YOU WANT TO BE CLOTHED READY } FOR SPRING we are ready to give you our help and most serviceable co-operation. You will find that Pomeroy ' s Hand-Tailored Clothes are right. We have received a large shipment of new spring Suits, Hats and Furnisfiings 4n[We invite you all to come and see the new styles for men and young men. POMEROY BROS. 49-51 S. First St. San Jose THE REDWOOD Osborne Hall SANTA CLARA CAL Cottage System A private Sanatorium for the care and training of children suffering from Nervous Disorder or Arrested Mental Development. Under the personal management of Antrim Bdgar Osborne M. D., Ph. D. Formerly and for fifteen years Superintendent of the California State Institution for the Feeble Minded, etc. Accomodations in separate cottages for a few adult cases seeking the Rest Cure and treatment for drug addictions. Rates and particulars on application. -»-»-«.♦-«-»- M® Phones, Office Clay 391; Residence Clay 12 Dr. H. O. F. Menton DENTIST Office Hours, 9 a. m. to 5 p. m. Rooms 3 to 8 Bank Bldg. Santa Clara Protect Your Valuables By renting a SAFE DEPOSIT BOX San Jose Safe Deposit Bank Inspection Invited Convenient Rooms P. Montmayeur E. Lamolle J. Origlia 36-38 n. That St. San 3ost, Cat. Phone Main 403 ♦ ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦»♦♦ ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦■♦4-M-- Meals at all hours THE REDWOOD Mayerle ' s German Elyei ater Makes your eyes Bright, Strong and Healthy. It gives instant relief. At all reliable druggists 50 cents, or send 65 cents to GEOMC E MAYERILE Graduate German Expert Optician. Charter Member American Association of Opticians. 960 Market Street., Opp. Hale ' s, San Francisco. Phone Franklin 3279. Home Phone C-4933. Mayerle ' s Eyeglasses are Guaranteed to be Absolutely Correct Phone San Jose 78 r Pacific SMngle and Box Co. J. C. Mcpherson, Manager Dealers in Pratt-Low Preserving Company PACKERS OF CANNED FRUITS WOOD. COAI, AND GRAIN AND VEGBT ABIDES RICHMOND COAlv ii.oo Fruits in Glass a Specialty Park Avenue San Jose, Ge l. Santa Clara, California S. A. ELLIOTT SON Ring up Clay 583 and tell A. L. SHAW C as Fittiiag: To bring you some GUN AND LOCKSMITHING Hay, Wood, Coal TE1.EPHONE Grant 1.53 I ime or Cement 902-910 Main St. Santa Clara, Cal. Jacob Eberhard, Pres. and Manager John J. Eberhard, Vice-Pres. and Ass ' t Manager ' ' Tanners, Curriers and Wool Pullers Harness-Latigo and Lace Leather. Sole and Upper Leather, Calf, Kip and Sheepskins Eberhard ' s Skirting Leather and Bark Woolskin Santa Clara, California THE REDWOOD I E ASTER CLO THES | i . . 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No. 6 SUNRISE— SUNSET flainin golden 2un 12 up and shining, S he flowers ope their cups and sceni ihe air, iie oaiile low across ihe dampened marshland hen nature smiles,— for all the scene is fair. he difin£ purpled sun sets in the westward, ' he cattle leave the fields and home are led, ut he to whom J turned in childish troubles eneath the £rass, is lyin with the dead. Rodney . Joell 188 THE REDWOOD THE SPIRITS AND THE NORTH POLE DISCOVERY THAT the spirit-world should take such a lively interest in the Peary- Cook controversy concerning the discovery of the North Pole sounds, to say the least, somewhat strange, espec- ially so in an age when so many make an open profession of materialism, gravely telling us that there are no spirits, embodied or disembodied, or otherwise. Why, the very idea of a spirit, they say, is repugnant in itself, and nothing but matter, gross and re- fined, can be admitted by the man of sound reason. And, even supposing the spirits, ghosts, hobgoblins, spooks, ghouls and vampires of the Dark Ages did exist, how can any man of self respect admit their depositions as valid? Would, could, should the testimony of a spirit be received in a court of justice? Could it be entertained before a tribunal of scientists? These are questions brimful of inter- est in themselves and a few remarks about them might prove interesting to the readers of The Redwood, also. In the first place, it does not seem so very ridiculous to admit the existence of spirits — we mean pure spirits, entities in whose entire make-up there is abso- lutely nothing material, and whose fac- ulties are therefore in like manner free from all material entanglement. Who has yet proved apodictically that such beings are impossible? No doubt the materialists have left no stone unturned to establish their proposition, but their argument was not convincing, and they fail egregiously in that subtle analysis to which modern science subjects every- thing. The mere possibility of a spirit can- not be seriously gainsaid. The v orld of a few days ago denied as impossible things that are now a fact. The mind of man is too limited to dare deny the intrinsic possibility of anything until a clear contradiction between its constit- uent notes can be shown. On the other hand to use a phrase of the old savants, " ab esse ad posse valet illatio, " from the existence of a thing we can logically infer its possibility. If spirits do exist it is a matter of simple history and to history we must go for the proof. If you say history is the fruit of the imagination of the historian, then the one who says so, and whose history I am recording by stating that he said so, must be a figment of my imagination, and as such be ready to fly double quick into my wastebasket. The history of all times bears witness to the existence of spirits — the Bible is full of it; ecclesiastical history is full of it; the annals of societies for psychic re- search are full of it. Nor will it do to rejoin that the higher criticism — so- called because it transcends and defies common-sense — has eviscerated the Bible and chased the spirits out of it, as it is only too plain that such a proce- dure is forging, not interpreting, his- THE REDWOOD 189 tory. People have no right to read their own ideas into, but must receive ideas from history. The same criticism applied to the manifestations of ecclesiastical history does not fare any better. Fables are fables, and history is history; every one can tell the difference at a glance. It is neither wise nor learned, and, least of all, scientific, to pronounce anything absurd before you can demonstrate an open internal contradiction. It is at least quite possible that the historians of the past were as conscientious as those of today, and, for being more simple, related facts as they saw them, rather than their interpretations of them. Nor, again, is there any right to think the members of the psychic socie- ties are a pack of illiterate fools, old witches, dupes, brainless ignoramuses, who do not know the difference be- tween a bat and a crocodile. This ar- .ogance and contempt are severely ex- cluded from all scientific inquiry. Even on the assumption that cockle has be- come badly mixed up with the wheat, there is no reason to think it is all cockle. And, again, though many a fraud is admittedly practiced in the ex- hibitions of the spirits, it were illogical to conclude it was all fraud. Undiluted error can find currency nowhere. Admitting then, that spirits are not only possible, but do in fact exist, one little side-issue rises before the mind: are those spirits pure spirits, or spirits that were sometime dwellers in the flesh — the so-called souls of the departed? In the light of history, of psychology and of a Divine revelation that no amount of criticism has been able to ob- scure, and far less dispel, we have to stand for the existence of both; the proposition that all the real spirit phe- nomena are due to the activity of dis- embodied souls is as incapable of proof as the old problem of squaring the circle — showing that the incommensurable is commensurable. Suppose that a stage apparition an- nounce himself as the soul of, say, Diana Vaughan, or Leo Taxil? What warrant is there of his identity? The- voice, the look, the general profile and contour of face and body and habili- ment can all be most skillfully counter- feited. In other words an unmitigated liar may stand before you. Nay, sup- pose that 10,000 apparitions did affirm the same thing, what ground is there to believe that they are not equally liars, in intimate collusion with one another for the achievement of a wicked pur- pose? Herbert Spencer tells us some- where that a certain tribe in Palestine are vieing with one another which shall lie the most and to the best effect, and the cleverest is elected to be Chief. If that is possible among men, why is it not possible among spirits? But the best proof that they are liars " par ex- cellence " is that the doctrine they teach is grossly erroneous, as, for in- 190 THE REDWOOD stance, that there is no truth, or, which comes to the same, that truth is differ- ent for different minds. But if there is no truth our cognitive faculties are in vain, all philosophy is in vain; all reli- gion and all theology are in vain; our universities are castles in Spain, and our great university professors an ag- gregate of hopeless searchers after the impossible. We have it on the author- ity of a witness of unimpeachable ve- racity that a certain spirit in a great city not many miles away tried his best to convince a certain man that there was no truth. Oh, ye scientists, what do you think of that? Above all they hate God, Christ, His mother and the saints; and they are such a pack of cowards that a little holy water can put them all to flight. Our argument on this point alone would easily fill many columns, and its relev- ancy forcibly drives home the conclus- ion that all your spirits, excepting the angels of God and the saved souls are nothing but a miserable gang of unre- generate and unregeneratable liars; a veritable pack of reprobates, prowling about like wolves to catch the simple, the ignorant, the unduly curious, the unwary, and, above all, the men and women of doubtful or bad lives. In this we have also the answer to the question about the validity of a spirit ' s deposition in a court of law. As long as such a court has to do with beings of flesh and blood like ourselves, with our fallen brothers and sisters and human witnesses, we know that we have a means of ascertaining the truth, of detecting and punishing the crime. But the moment we deal with spirits all those means evanesce into thin air. We stand face to face with beings of another species, invisible in themselves, and visible only under an assumed garb. We stand in contact with superior natures, and unarmed and alone, we cannot cope with them. In the field of the morally colorless, such as scientific discoveries and the secrets of Nature generally, their veracity lies beyond our grasp. There is no test for their crimi- nality or their innocence; there is no evidence for or against their collusion or independent statements. In a word, from the very nature of the accused, or the examined, the court has no juris- diction. The case, however, stands quite other- wise in matters that are evil of them- selves, on the face of them or by infer- ence. Herein we all know that use is abuse, and suggestion to use must pro- ceed from a bad source. Should a spirit announce himself as in favor of any- thing of that nature, affirming that it was all right and beneficial, by the very fact he would betray his criminality and gross untrustworthiness, and a man of ordinary brains could stick a pin in the center of the lie. If, as is quite possible and very ordi- nary, the spirit should array himself on the side of intrinsic goodness, and sug- gest doctrines or deeds of that nature, even so there is always the danger of dealing with and exposing oneself to the trickery of an unknown person. Old Virgil would have said: " Timeo THE REDWOOD 191 Danaos et dona ferentes. " I distrust the Greeks, even when they bring gifts. " The unknown stranger may seek your familiarity in order to throt- tle you the more easily when the op- portunity presents itself. He may be, and surely is, like the Neapolitan " filou " who bestows voluminous smiles on you, and the next moment you find yourself minus your purse. There is not a sin- gle historical case where familiarity with those damned spirits has brought any genuine good to their entertainer. They come oflfering gold, .but it ' s only fools ' gold — a paltry temporal good, fol- lowed by slavery and stupefaction and death of soul. We come now to the last question proposed: What if the testimony of a spirit was presented before a tribunal of scientists? Here we might expect some considerable fun. A certain Herbert Spencer would say: " Sir, you belong to the unknow- able, and I don ' t see by what freak in the great evolution process the Eternal Something brought you about. I shall hear you some other time. " Huxley would observe: " Ordinary prudence in human affairs forbids in- tercourse with you. By order Moses. " A certain astronomer, limping all the way down his low mountain observa- tory, would majestically declare: " Sir, the Ultimate Reality is the electron, and there is no process known in the evolu- tion of words by which an electron can make a micron like you. No, not even an agglomeration of electrons. " A fourth, representing modern Ger- man philosophy, would lay down this fundamental principle: " The Absolute, by a series of positions, negations and oppositions, makes the world and ac- quires self-consciousness. So you are nothing but a mental position, a figment, a dream: ya. " A lineal descendant of Laplace would good-huraoredly interject: " I can ' t see you at the end of my telescope. " A delegate from the Materialists ' As- sociation: " There is no conceivable stuff to make a spirit with. You can- not even exist as a mental abstraction. You are less than amathematical point. ' ' A mathematician: " You cannct dis- integrate into an invariant, nor can you escape into the fourth dimension, for that is an intrinsic impossibility. " A biologist: " Life is the quintes- sence of sublimated matter, ethereal dust performing 999,999,999 vibrations per second. Owing to the absence of matter in you, you belong to a dead world. So long. " Rejoins the spirit: " There is not a quorum in the scientific representation. You fellows are given to specialization, and the more you specialize the greater is your ignorance on other subjects. You think you are at home in the realm of the knowable, but you can ' t. I have a bigger mind than you, poor wander- ers. Study a little more and theorise a little less. Think less of sunspots and chemical elements and begin to reflect that the spiritual things of life are the biggest and the noblest, and it will quickly dawn upon you that I have a 192 THE REDWOOD greater share in human affairs than your crucibles and your telescopes will ever have. I know all about Cook and Perry and the Pole; I know all about your mines and your systems of finance and astronomy; I know all your vagaries about religion, with and without creed, and I am a Past Master in theology. If you will follow me, you shall be gods, knowing all things. " Whereupon the historian of the sci- entific committee rose to his full length, and said in part: " We know of thee; but it is agreed all around that the truth abideth not in thee — a born liar, and the father of lies. Get thee hence. " Jerome S. Ricard. SPRING ri:vE:R HE lazy cloudlets drift and drift Across the far blue reach of sky Like flakes of thistledown that sift And falter by. A bluish haze of dream-stuff spun, Veils the far hills; and nearer seen, Beneath the lazy warmth of sun The earth lies green. The earth lies green, and all around The drone of insects fills the air; A lazy stir of hfe and sound Is everywhere. A lazy stir is everywhere, The earth is lazy through and through; I, too, am lazy— all my care, To dream of you. M. T. Dooling. THE REDWOOD 193 THE PEARLS I LAY on the sands at Monterey and dreamed dreams; — watched the white bosomed clouds go floating across the azure sky, saw a sea gull dip and rise, dart and soar, and in my ears hummed the deep purr of the surf, as it crawled whitely along the shore line. At some little distance ofi , the beach changed,— became more rugged and bold; rocky cliffs rose from the water ' s edge. It was at the boldest of these, that the shore line rounded out of sight, and there, the waves dashed with re- doubled fury and threw innumerable jewels up over the bank. Such is " Lovers ' Point " , and such the day, when I heard its sad tale from an old man, withered, brown and grey, but still the light of former years lurking in the depths of his brown eyes. " 5zV ' he answered; " somewhere near that clifiF lie pearls of great beauty, and lucky the man who finds them. " Then he told the story. Pepita had watched with jealous eyes her rival ' s wedding, and as the bridal procession wound its way from out the church, she had seen the gift, and the remembrance of it rankled in her bosom, for she hated with a woman ' s hate her rival ' s beauty. Slowly down the moonlit street he came and as he rode his lithe little pony through the dust clouds which rose up whitely in the moonlight, he puffed slowly and reflectively at his cigarette and dreamed dreams of Pepita. Past the custom house he rode, past the " carcel " and the house of the Alcalde, until his pony stumbled up a rather rocky ascent, and he dismounted at the house of her of whose beauty the whole town talked. He tied his horse at a post, and follow- ing the veranda, came to a window from which a very dim light shone forth, al- though the whole scene was bathed in the pallor of the moonlight. He unslung his guitar and taking his stand beneath the window, he thrummed the strings and sang a little amoritta. As he finished the last aria a merry laugh was his applause, and a deep crim- son rose fell at his feet, thrown from out the window, A sweet voice sang a short reply and then after another brief peal of clear laughter, it spoke. " Ah ! brave Sancho, I knew it was you. Hardly does the night pass, that your ballad is not heard. Await me, I will be in the patio. " In a moment she was by his side and then in the glory of the full gold moon he pleaded and re-iterated his cause, — the cause of all lovers, — the one great question of love. She listened silently to his words, and then led him to a little bench, where he sat and she sank upon a plot of grass at his feet. Finally in a petulant voice she asked, " But why, in such a hurry, senorl " 194 THE REDWOOD " Because, " he replied, " my love is so strong, so deep, so true for you — " " Ah, ha! — well, " — and then a sudden flash of jealous anger changed the tone in her voice. " Listen closely, Sancho, my darling, and you will see that the time and an- swer will rest with you alone. Well, you know the gift that Don Juan Velas- quez bestowed upon his bride, a ring containing a jewel of such magnificence, that naught in all Monterey can compare with it or surpass it in beauty. ' Tis thus she vaunts her claims over mine, and if you can get me a jewel that will surpass that of hers, then will I be yours. This same purpose will I make known to Pedro Vargas, and the first of you two to fulfill this requirement — to him I will give my hand, and — until you come to me with the jewel in your hands — adios, Senorl " Sancho swung neath a tree in a ham- mock; smoked innumerable cigarettes and drank innumerable glasses of wine, all the while thinking — thinking of what Pepita had told him the night before. Watching slowly the drifting blue haze of smoke he thought and thought what he should do. He must be rid of his rival. Yes, that was it. But how? If he could not find the jewel, and he knew he could not — who? — Yes. Yes, he must be rid of Pedro. A knife be- tween the swine ' s ribs would do no harm. But yet — Ah! well, he would make a journey to the Pueblo of San Jose and perhaps he could find something there. Qm ' efi sabel who knows? And thus it came about that during the heat of the noonday sun, mine host of the inn at San Juan spied over against the tawn of the hillside, a moving black speck that quivered in the heat waves. Nearer and nearer it came, until shaped against the clumps of Manzanita and scrub oak, the form of a dust laden rider appeared. " Jose! " called the host, and from some- where in the dark interior of the adobe an Indian peon came. " Prepare cool water and see that a bottle of wine is wrapped with a damp rag in order that the approaching stran- ger may be properly refreshed. Pronto, sloth ! he is almost here. " ' ' Como estamos,s .xa.x % x} — Oh ! it is my good friend Sancho from El Monterey; greetings in the name of all the saints. " Gracios, Senor Gorge Lopo; but give me something to quench my thirst. The heat lies heavy upon me, and I rode hard. " After drinking his wine, Sancho idly lit another cigarette, and casually asked the news. " No, not much. Senor Bode was blest with a son. General Castro was here a fortnight ago — but stay! ray memory plays me false of late owing to the be- ratings of my shrew. — Padre Mendoza at the church has received a splendid gift. It seems that four rich merchants from Mexico were attacked by ladrones, and on calling upon the Virgin and vow- ing a gift, they were saved and reached here, where one, right on this very THE REDWOOD 195 plaza took from out his saddle bags a package and gave it to the good Padre saying that it was not to be opened until they were gone, but when uncovered would be the most priceless thing in the church ' s possession, — and such they proved to be. " " Pray, what was it? " asked Sancho with more than a passing interest. " Id all the world you could never guess it. Beautiful are they beyond all description, each one matching the other in size and color, — truly a gorgeous necklace of the most white and pure pearls. " " Pearls? — necklace? " Sancho ' s tones grew tense, ' ' Where are they now? " " Ah! I knew that would interest you. Madre de Dios! but they are exquisite. Where are they? Ah ! Padre Mendoza with the aid of a priest from Santa Clara, bestowed it as a gift around the neck of our beautiful statue of the Virgin, and a fine sight it is. " Sancho eyed the host closely. " And you say that it is entwined on the statue of the Virgin? " ' ' Sir " Quite interesting, — and fortunate, for the merchants " , said Sancho through a puff of smoke. " But you say ladrones. Why, even now they might enter and rob the mission. — Is the prize not well worth having? " " Yes, yes, indeed. Oh ! well, Qideji sabeV added the host with an indolent shrug of his shoulders. " Well, I must be on my journey and until we meet again — Adiosl " " Adiosl May the Virgin protect you. " Slowly, slowly chimed the Angelus; sweetly, sweetly did the clear voice of the bells peal across the valley and lose itself, dying, dying in the foldings of the hills. Lowing herds of cattle wound from out the clumps of " EI Madrone " and here and there an Indian neophyte per- formed his evening task. Gradually the pale red streak melted into pink and pink into purple as the sun sank over the mountains into the sea. Bluey blackness shrouded all, save where the stars twinkled knowingly and the moon threw its silver shroud. Here and there on the ridge a coyote howled his long-drawn cry, the cattle huddled more closely together, the owl hooted, and the old priest told his beads by the statue of the Virgin. Weirdly flitted the shadow over the floor, cast, as it was, from the flickering altar lamp. Slowly — quickly, — short, long, here, there, on the wall, on the floor — everywhere it danced and finally in one far corner it met and mingled with a form lying prone behind a con- fessional. Slowly, slowly crawled the form, vaguely, vaguely winked the lamp, dart- ing, darting did it cast the shadow. Sud- denly a leap, a stifled shriek, a gasping " Ave Maria " and the Padre lies stretched on the floor. A quick dash to the statue of the Virgin, a reach for the neck; then with covered eyes, a necklace is torn ofiF, and swaying, the form rushes blindly 196 THE REDWOOD out into the moonlight. A clatter of hoofs on the hard earth of the plaza, and the crime is done, Pepita laughed silently and wickedly to herself, then speaking to her partner in the waltz she said tersely: " Sancho, the beautiful Dona Velasquez vaunts not her charms over mine, much to the surprise of this rabble. I now have the finest jewels. See, see, how they stare — MarranasV ' " Yes, yes, Querida, but come, at the end of this dance. You promised me that you ' d leave and embark with me on the gringo ship in the harbor and both of us can quit this country for- ever. " " Ah! that is hard. Why, why, good Sancho, did you extract this prom- ise — this vow from me? You know how deeply I love you, yes, you know my whole soul is yours. " Pepita, Pe- pita, don ' t; do not chide me like that, for " " Why, look! what is that disturbance near the door? see — it is the Alcade and four soldiers from th presidio. Whom can they want? they seem to be search- ing for someone. " And turning she saw his face, and it was ashy pale. " Come, come, into this ante-room be- fore we are seen " — he jerked her in — " Now give me that chair to barracade the door. Quick, quick, woman! " But she, as if afraid, drew back, and with a look of pleading inquisitiveness in her eyes mutely asked the question. " Yes, Madre de Dios ! Pepita, I did it all for you. I — I — Sancho Maltana stole — turned thief against myself and our Holy Mother, the Church. Those pearls — those about your neck, — I tore them off— are the price of my salvation. From the neck of the Virgin I took them — but it was all for love of you — here, take them, " and he flung them to her. They fell on the floor in a lit- tle spot of stray moonlight where they glistened whitely. She leaned, gasping, against the wall and half unconsciously stopped and picked them up, muttering, " for me he did it, for love of me! ' ' Then in a flood of passion she rushed towards him, kissed — caressed him feverishly, all the while murmur- ing words of love. " Yes, I will go with you anywhere — to the ends of the earth I will follow — come, come! " Already the stout alcalde was pound- ing at the door, but with a small table Sancho smashed his way through a window and they were out before the chair gave way. A burly soldier fired his gun at two fleeing shapes and a ball whizzed by the lovers. Another and another fol- lowed pushing them farther and farther over towards the cliff ' s. The edge was reached, to turn back was death — to go on, except only in one way, was impossible, and they chose that course. Panting, she stood by his side and then a kiss, — an incoherent " I love you to dea — " and they sank from sight. There in the moonlight stood four soldiers staring stupidly, and the fat and nervous Alcalde knelt and prayed. Over the group swept the spray, the owl hooted and far down in the inky depths two bodies slept. RODNKY A. YOKI,!,. THE REDWOOD 197 THE DREAM OF A SPRING TWILIGHT HE Gods of olden times, do they still live ? I mused one sunny day in early Spring; Where are the deities of Greece and Rome Of whom great Virgil and blind Homer sang? Is thundering Jove no more? Is great Pan dead? And as I pondered Zephyr breathed and soothed My wearied brain to rest while Somnus came And lulled my lids to close. As in a dream I felt a gentle touch and ope ' d my eyes To gaze upon a youth with winged feet Who standing near had waked me with his wand; And seeing me attentive gently spoke In soft and silvery tones, as if a bell Were tinkling:— " Great Zeus has sent me here His messenger, to lead you to Olympus. " Straightway I knew him then for Mercury And followed silent while he led the way. We left the earth, and mounting through the sky Passed the Great Bear and left the Pleiades Far behind. In front a gate of clouds Loomed up. The seasons guarded close the portal. But opened wide the barriers to my guide;— And we were in. A purer atmosphere Seemed to pervade all things, the clear white light Shone brightly all around, but higher still A blinding flash of gold from Jove ' s great throne Forced me to place my hands before my eyes. Proceeding thus we reached the royal seat. He saw us not but leaned his curly locks Upon his shoulder, while the Muses nine Led by Apollo with his tuneful lyre 198 THE REDWOOD In festive dance beguiled the assembled host Midst whom I sighted Aphrodite and Mars, Athene, Hera, Vulcan and the rest. All sat in s tate. But now the Thunderer Took note of trembling me and at his nod The heavens shook. With eyes that brightly glowed Like furnaces he pierced my very soul. Till I in fearful dread half turned away My head and cowered at his feet. But he With royal mien did bid the company Recline. The table groaned with meats and fruits Of which I never tasted like before. The Graces, lovely daughters of mine host Presided o ' er the banquet. And at length When I had ate my fill, almighty Jove Called Hebe to him, bid her fill a cup Of nectar, and to set it at my place Which being done, he turned to me and spoke, " Drink and be Immortal. " With shaking hands I raised the bowl and pressed It to my lips. The hall then seemed to fade The faces distant grew and indistinct. But one could I yet see and that, — Diana ' s — Shaped round, which down at me stared frostily. I suddenly grew cold and e ' en her face Came formless till I recognized the moon And found myself alone beneath the stars. M. P. Detels. THE REDWCMDD 199 EPITAPHS ' Hang her an epitaph upon her tomb. ' ' — Shakespeare. WEBSTER gives both a primary and secondary meaning to the word " epitaph. " Firstly, " an in- scription on a monument, in honor or in memory of the dead " ; and, secondly, " a brief descriptive sentence, in prose or verse, formed as if to be inscribed on a monument, as that on Alexander: ' Suf- ficit huic tumulus, cui non sufficeret orbis. ' " In these papers I have taken the word epitaph to imply both the above senses. The subject-matter I have divided into two parts — the first dealing with serious epitaphs, the second with those of a light or jesting character. Many of the greatest men that the world has known, especially those of whom the world has not been worthy, have had no epitaphs; their graves un- known, their life-stories are written large on the hearts of men. Who could write appropriate epitaphs on the lives of the glorious company of the apostles, of the noble army of martyrs, of the great leaders of mankind throughout the world? No wonder in the middle ages many shrines of the saints were over- laid with gems and gold, while stately churches were built to hold their relics; — perhaps people of those days appre- ciated their lives more than we do in these matter-of-fact times. Such men (to use Shelley ' s words) have been ' The kings of thought Who waged contention with their time ' s decay, And of the past are all that cannot pass away. ' " Remember the wise " , says Charles Kingsley, " for they have laboured, and you are entering into their labours. Every fact you are taught is a voice from beyond the tomb, an heirloom from men whose bodies are now in the dust. Most of them were poor; many died and saw no fruit of their labours; some were persecuted, some were slain. Of some the very names are forgotten. But their works live, and grow and spread over fresh generations of youth, show- ing them fresh steps towards that tem- ple of wisdom which is the knowledge of things as they are; the knowledge of those eternal laws by which God gov- erns the heavens and the earth, things seen and unseen, from the rise and fall of mighty nations to the growth and death of moss on yonder moors. " Can any Christian man or woman pass lightly over this subject without his or her thoughts recurring to that scene enacted nearly 1900 years ago outside Jerusalem, when, as the cross was set up on Calvary, Pilate wrote the title, — the most soul-stirring epitaph that this world has known or will ever know — in words of Latin, Greek, and Hebrew: ' JESUS OF NAZARETH, KING OF THE JEWS. ' The oldest epitaphs we have are those in Egyptian sarcophagi which are very brief, containing merely the name and condition of the departed one with a 200 THE REDWOOD prayer to Osiris or Anubis. The ancient Greek epitaphs were frequently in elegiac verse of high literary merit. We have that of the 500 Spartans who fell at Thermopylae, ascribed to Simo- nides, ' ' Go tell the Spartans, thou that passest by. That here obedient to their laws we lie. " Also from the Greek are: " To death man is doom ' d by the order of na- ture, And like him all around him must die; Nay, if they should remain, he, poor perishing creature, To the earth must return, in her bosom to lie. And " To the happy and prosperous life ' s but a span, So quickly the years pass away; To the wretched, forsaken, disease-tortured man. An age is involv ' d in a day. " " A blooming youth lies buried here; Euphemius, to his country dear; Nature adorn ' d his mind and face With ev ' ry muse and ev ' ry grace; Prepar ' d the marriage state to prove, But Death had quicker wings than Love. " And on Sophocles: " Wind, gentle evergreen, to form a shade Around the tomb where Sophocles is laid; Sweet Ivy, wind thy boughs, and intertwine With blushing roses and the clust ' ring vine; Thus will thy lasting leaves, with beauties hung, Prove grateful emblems of the lays he sung; Whose soul, exalted like a god of wit. Among the muses and the graces writ. " From the Greek on a child: " Not twice three years I told, when fate Snatch ' d me from my mother ' s breast; O weep not, reader 1 for if short my date. Short are my sorrows, long my rest. ' ' Another from the same: " But five years old — sweet babe, adieu 1 Beneath thy sod repose; Little of life poor Henry knew, Yet ' scap ' d from all its woes. " Another from the Greek: " Busy, thoughtless, playful, I, Little dreaming danger nigh, Was plac ' d, ere twice three years had gone. By cruel death, beneath this stone. Yet weep not, weep not, parents dear, No pains nor cares shall enter here; If little of life ' s joys I knew. So little of its sorrows too. " The Roman epitaphs are usually brief. On the urns the letters ' D. M. ' or ' D. M. S. ' (Diis Manibus Sacrum) are followed by the name of the person, his age and condition, with the name of the person who caused the urn to be made. The verse ' Siste viator ' — a modern ver- sion of which is " Stop, passenger, as you pass by, As yon are now so once was I; As I am now soon will you be, Prepare yourself to follow me: " a common one in English church- yards — was oiten added; the tombs be- ing placed along the sides of roads lead- ing into Rome where there would be plenty of people passing. Among the many evidences of the Roman occupation of Britain are num- erous Roman epitaphs. Those given here are taken from Lie welly nn Jewitt ' s " English Antiquities. " At Lowther Castle, the home of Lord Lowther, who has entertained the German Emperor, is an old sculptured stone wliereon is depicted a little Roman boy of 5, dressep THE REDWOOD 201 in a tunic, holding in his left hand a whip and in his right hand a toy. It bears the inscription: DIS MANIBUS M COCCEI NONNI ANNOR V HIC SITUS EST. Another, to a child, at York, reads: D. M. SIMPLICIAE. FLORENTINE. ANiME. INNOCENTISSIME. QUE. VIXIT. MENSES. DECEM FELICIUS. SIMPLEX. PATER. FECIT LEG. VL V. [To the Gods of the Shades. To Sim- plicia Florentina, a most innocent creature, who lived lo months, Felicius Simplex, her father, of the Vlth Legion, the Victorious, made this.] Another, from Carvoran, in North- umberland reads: D. M. AURE. FAIAE. D. SALONAS AUR. MARCUS C. OBESEQ. CON IVG. SANCTIS SIMAE. QUAE. VI XIT ANNIS XXXIII SINE ULLA MACULA. [To the Gods of the Shades. To Au. relia Faia, a native of Salona. Aure- lius Marcus, a centurion, out of affection for his most holy wife, who lived 33 years, without any stain.] From Bulraore near Caerleon record ing the death of a centenarian and of his widow: lUL VALENS VET LEG II AUG VIXIT ANNIS C IVL SECUNDINA CONIVNX ET IVL MARTINUS FILIUS. FC. DM E T MEMORIAE IVLIAE SECUNDI NAE MATRI PI ISSIMAE VIXIT AN NIS LXXV C IVL MARTINUS FIL F C. [Julius Valens, a veteran of the Second Legion, the Augustan, lived 100 years. Julia Secundina, his wife, and Julius Martinus, his son, made this. To the Gods of the Shades and to mem- ory. To Julia Secundina, a most affec- tionate mother, who lived 75 years. Caius Julius Martinus, her son, made this.] A stone at Cirencester bears: RVFUS. SITA. EQUES. CHO VI TRACUM. ANN. XL STIP XXII HEREDES. EXS. TEST. F. CURAVE HS E [Rufus Sita, a horseman of the Vlth Cohort of Thracians, aged 40 years. Served 22 years. His heirs, in accord- ance with his will, have caused this monument to be erected. He is laid here.] On the Roman wall at Hunnum, marking the burial place of one killed by lightning, a stone bears the words: " FULGUR DIVOM. " 202 THE REDWOOD Though the Romans punished by death or maiming any persons who defaced the monuments of the dead, yet vandals of this kind were not always caught and old Roman inscriptions often con- tained a curse on anyone disturbing the ashes of the departed, reminding us of that on the tomb of our own Shake- speare, most likely written by himself: " Good Friend for Jesus sake forbeare To dig the dust enclosed heare; Bleste be the man that spares thes stones, And curst be he that moves my bones. " In Shakespeare ' s time the removal of human remains to the charnel house, even by the authorities, was a common practice. Early Roman Christian epitaphs usually consisted of the name of the de- ceased with the addition of the words ' Pax tecum ' , ' Pax Tibi ' , ' Vivas in Deo ' , ' Vivas cum Sanctis ' , or similar inscrip- tions. Later on, phrases complimentary to the life and virtues of the departed are found. While dealing with the Roman part of our subject it may be of interest to quote from the Very Rev ' d Provost J. Northcote ' s article on the Catacombs in Chambers ' Encyclopoedia. " At first the Christians decorated their sepul- chral chambers in the same style as their pagan neighbors did. The roof was divided into geometrical figures by means of lines or garlands of flowers, and the spaces were filled with birds, flowers, winged genii, and other grace- ful figures, so that the spectator might almost doubt whether he was looking on a pagan or a Christian work until he recognized in the centre the figure of the Good Shepherd, or of Daniel among the lions, or some other Christian sub- ject. By degrees a more decidedly Christian character was given to the decorations, and a few subjects both from the Old and New Testament were repeated over and over again, instead of the innocent but unmeaning ornaments which had preceded them. Among these subjects the Good Shepherd was by far the most frequent; Noah in the ark, Moses striking the rock, Daniel in the lions ' den, the history of Jonah, multiplication of the loaves and fishes, and the resurrection of Lazarus, follow next in order of frequency; and in later times Adam and Eve, the three children in the fiery furnace, and the adoration of the Magi make their appearance. To these must be added certain subjects symbolical rather than historical, such as the vine, a man fishing, the fish and the anchor, fish and bread placed in various relations to one another, etc. It is not difficult to see the hidden teach- ing of these pictorial lessons: they point to the resurrection, to a new and glori- ous life as the fruit of a new life im- parted to the soul in this world through the sacrament of baptism, and fed and nourished by the Holy Eucharist. In some instances these subjects are ar- ranged round the walls in so orderly a succession as almost to assume the form of a dogmatic pictorial catechism. " The Latin language continued to be used for inscriptions, especially in churches, as would be natural, long after the great Roman Empire had ceased to THE REDWOOD 203 be. There are examples of Latin epi- taphs all over England. I have seen many to men of all ranks from kings downward. ' Edwardns Longns Scotorum Malleus hie est ' , is an example of ' multum in parvo ' from Westminster Abbey, which contains a host of Latin and English inscriptions to famous men. Since Elizabeth ' s time English has largely taken the place of Latin on monuments, and many fine epitaphs have been written in English by Milton, Pope, Ben Jonson and others. Dr. Johnson ' s epitaphs in Latin are well known. And here let me draw my readers ' attention to Wordsworth ' s " Es- say on Epitaphs " , and afterwards I will proceed to give various examples to show that our English church and churchyard epitaphs display every variety of taste and feeling, from sweet pathos and dignified eulogy to painfully shallow wit and vulgar foolery. It is difficult in these days of universal edu- cation to understand how some of these latter specimens could ever have been written even to the memory of departed mediocrity. " The mighty benefactors of mankind " , says Wordsworth in his essay, " as they are not only known by the immediate survivors, but will con- tinue to be known familiarly to latest posterity, do not stand in need of bio- graphic sketches, in such a place; nor of deUneation of cliaracter to individ- ualise them. This is already done by their works, in the memories of men. Their naked names, and a grand com- prehensive sentiment of civic gratitude, patriotic love, or human admiration — or the utterance of some elementary prin- ciple most essential in the constitution of true virtue; — or a declaration touch- ing that pious humility and self-abase- ment, which are ever most profound as minds are most susceptible of genuine exaltation — or an intuition, communi- cated in adequate words, of the sublim- ity of intellectual power; — these are the only tribute which can here be paid — the only offering that upon such an altar would not be unworthy. " Words- worth concludes his essay with Milton ' s sublime epitaph on Shakespeare — per- haps the finest obituary lines ever penned. ' ' What needs my Shakespear« for his honoured bones The labour of an age in piled stones, Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid Under a stary-pointing pyramid? Dear Son of Memory, great Heir of Fame, What need ' st thou such weak witness by thy name? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument, And so sepulchred, in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die. ' ' Sepulchral brasses came into use in the 13th century and continued in use for more than three centuries, being then supplanted by marble or other stone. At the present day brasses are being frequently erected in English churches. At the time of the religious upheaval from Henry VIII ' s reign to that of Elizabeth many fine old brasses were destroyed so that Elizabeth had to issue proclamations to stop the practice. 204 THE REDWOOD About 4000 brasses still remain in Eng- land and are familiar enough in old churches. They represent ecclesiastics in their sacred vestments; knights and other military men in armour; members of the learned professions in their robes; ladies and children. Often they are decorated with armorial shields and have elegant borderings. A cross, with or without stem and steps, and at the side of it a chalice and paten, or chalice and host, forming the symbol of a priest, the sword of a warrior, the shears, thought by some to mean a dealer in wool, by others simply the symbol of a woman, the key, and the court — all are found engraven on old stone coffin lids or on sepulchral slabs. At St. Pierre, near Chepstow, is a slab with cross and sword to the memory of Sir Urian de St. Pierre, died 1239. The inscription is in Norman-French: ICI. GIT. LE. CORS. V. DE. PERE. PREEZ. PUR. EI. EN. BONE. MAN- ERE. KE. IHV. PUR. SA. PASIUN. DE. PHECEZ. EI DONT. PARDUN AMEN. PR. Most epitaphs of that date are how- ever in Latin which is certainly easier than Norman-French for people now- a-days to read. The Sixteenth, Seventeenth, and Eighteenth centuries were prolific in fulsome obituary inscriptions to de- parted worth, in regard to many of which the poet ' s ironical satire is no exaggeration: " A monster in a course of vice grown old, L,eaves to his gaping heir his ill-gain ' d gold, Now breathes his bust, now are his virtues shone, Their date commencing with the sculptur ' d stone; If on his specious marble we rely, Pity a worth like his should ever die! If credit to his real life we give, Pity a wretch like him should ever live! " As a rule the fewer the words on an epitaph the more impressive the result. ' O RARE BEN JONSON ' engraved on his monument in Poets ' Corner, Westminster Abbey, is the fine tribute to the memory of that excellent dramatist and disciple of Shakespeare. The grave stones close by covering the mortal remains of Tennyson and Brown- ing bear only their names and dates of death. Of such great men to say more would be superfluous. Among French epitaphs many pointed examples are to be found like the ' Tan- dem felix ' of the Count de Tenia, or the touching epitaph to a mother ' La prem- iere au rendezvous ' , while Piron, dis- appointed over not being admitted into the French Academy composed for him- self ' Ci-git Piron, qui ne fut jamais rien, Pas meme Academicien. ' Westminster Abbey is the burial place of thirteen English kings, of five queens regnant, and of numerous queens-con- sort. Among the kings are the Abbey ' s famous founder, Edward the Confessor, who lies in a noble shrine behind the High Altar, but (I believe) without in- scription. Henry VII built the Lady THE REDWOOD 205 Chapel under which he lies; of these two kings one may well say, as is said of Christopher Wren in St. Paul ' s Cathedral, London. ' Si monumentum quaeris circumspice. ' (The last king to be buried in West- minster Abbey was George II, subsequent sovereigns have been buried at Windsor.) Caen Cathedral contains the bones of William the Conqueror whose L,atin epitaph may be rendered thus: " Here is the Sepulture of the Invincible William, Conqueror, Duke of Normandy, and King of England, of this House the Founder, who died in the year 1087. ' ' At Lewes was buried the Princess Gundrada, fifth daughter of the Con- queror, and wife of William, first Earl de Warenne. The tomb bears (Jewitt ' s English Antiquities) the following in- scription, which is imperfect: STIRPS. GUNDRADA. DVCV. DEC. EVL NOBILE. GERMEN. INTUTIT ECCLESIIS. ANGLORU. BALSAMA. MORU. MARTIR. . . . VIT. MIS- KRIS. FUIT. EX. PIETATE. MARIA. PARS. OBIIT. MARTHE. SUPEST. PARS. MAGNA. MARIE. O. PIE PANCRATI. TESTIS. PIETATIS. ET. EQUI. TE. FACIT. HEREDE. TU. CLEMENS. SUSCIPE. MATRE, SEXTA. KALENDARU. lUNII. LUX. OBVIA. CARNIS. IFREGIT. ALA- BASTRU. . . . [Gundrada, the descendant of dukes, the orna- ment of her age, a noble branch, brought into the churches of the English the balm of her manners. A martyr ... to the poor. She was from her piety a Mary. Her Martha ' s part has died, her greater part Mary survives. O holy Pancras. Witness of her piety and justice, re- ceive mercifully a mother who makes thee her heir. The 6th of the Kalends of June, a hos- tile day, broke the alabaster of her flesh. . . . The leaden coflSns containing the actual bones of this lady and her hus- band were found in 1845. Winchester Cathedral, where the tyrant Henry VIII lies buried, once contained the remains of William II, (a king who neither feared God nor re- garded man) but they were removed by his nephew, Henry, Bishop of Blois, in the twelfth century, and now are min- gled with the bones of Canute, Queen Emma, and the Bishops Wini and Al- wyn in one of the mortuary chests on the north choir screen. The chest is thus inscribed: CISTA RELIQUIAE SUNT OSSIVN CANVITI ET RUFI REG: EMMAE REGINA WINAE ALWINI EPARUM Among churches which I know very well, Christchurch, Hampshire, near Bournemouth, contains a fine cenotaph to the poet Shelley. It is a white mar- ble figure of a woman supporting the drowned poet: the prow of a boat is in- troduced to show the manner of his death. Under the inscription are the following verses from " Adonais, " Shel- ley ' s elegy on his brother poet Keats: — " He has outsoared the shadow of ournight: Envy and calumny, and hate and pain. And that unrest which men miscall delight. Can touch him not and torture not again; From the contagion of the world ' s slow stain 206 THE REDWOOD He is secure and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain, Nor, when the spirit ' s self has ceas ' d to burn. With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn. " Further eiptaphs from the churchyard of this Parish are given later on; but this church contains so much of in- terest that perhaps I may be excused for introducing the inscriptions on two of the bells dating back several centur- ies. The Latin translated reads " Let it be of good omen to us (O Bell!) since ye have been called All Saints. May the virtue of the Bell make us live healthily " ; and on the other ' ' Come (St. Augustine) presently to our aid, even before the great bell Augustine rings, that the holy sacrificial Lamp may drive away Pestilence. ' ' Another churchyard which I have visited in Sterling, close by the ancient castle and bridge of many memories, is the old Greyfriars cemetery, containing within it a monument representing two sisters who in time of religious intoler- ance were put to death by being tied to stakes and left to drown by the incom- ing tide in the Solway Firth 1685, the elder being aged 63 and the younger 13. " To the memory of MARGARET Virgin-martyr of the ocean wave with her like-minded sister AGNES Love many waters cannot quench; God saves His chaste impearled one in covenant true. O Scotias ' daughters, earnest scan the page. And prize this flower of grace blood-bought for you. " The following are examples of 17th century and subsequent composition. These include a few fine samples by men of eminence. On Plutarch ' s statue translated from the Greek by Dryden: " Wise, honest Plutarch! to thy deathless praise The sons of Rome this grateful statue raise; For why? both Greece and Rome thy fame have shar ' d. Their heroes written, and their lives compar ' d. But thou thyself coulds ' t never write thy own; Their lives had parallels— but thine has none. " After the Grecian manner to the memory of the Greek poet, Heraclitus, by William Johnson Cory, formerly of Eton College. Needless to say it is not taken from a tomb: " They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead, They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed. I wept as I remembered how often you and I Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky. And now that thou art lying, my dear old Carian guest, A handful of grey ashes, long, long ago at rest, Still are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingales, awake; For Death, he taketh all away, but them he cannot take. " In a similar strain are the following verses (not in the strict sense an epi- taph) on Sappho from " Gems princi- pally from the antique with illustrations in verse by the Rev. George Croly, A. M., 1824. " THE REDWOOD 207 " On Sappho. " " Look on this brow! — the laurel wreath Beam ' d on it, like a wreath of fire; For passion gave the living breath, That shook the chords of Sappho ' s lyre! Look on this brow! — the lowest slave, The veriest wretch of want and care; Might shudder at the lot that gave Her genius, glory, and despair. For, from these lips were utter ' d sighs, That, more than fever, scorch ' d the frame; And tears were rain ' d from those bright eyes, That from the heart, like life-blood, came. She loved — she felt the lightning-gleam. That keenest strikes the loftiest mind. Life quench ' d in one ecstatic dream. The world, a waste before— behind. And she had hope — the treacherous hope. The last deep poison of the bowl. That makes us drain it, drop by drop Nor lose one misery of soul. Then all gave way — mind, passion, pride! She cast one weeping glance above. And buried in her bed the tide The whole concentred strife of Love! " On Shakespeare ' s monument at Strat- ford upon Avon, by Seward: " Great Homer ' s birth seven rival cities claim. Too mighty such monopoly of fame. Yet not to birth alone did Homer owe His wond ' rous worth; what Egypt could bestow, With all the schools of Greece and Asia join ' d, Enlarg ' dth ' immense expansion of his mind. Nor yet unrival ' d the Moeonian strain, The British Eagle and the Mantuan swan Tow ' r equal heights. But happier Stratford, thou With uncontested laurels deck thy brow; Thy bard was thine unschool ' d, and from thee brought More than all Egypt, Greece, or Asia taught. Not Homer ' s self such matchless honours won. The Greek has rivals, but thy Shakspeare By Ben Johnson on the Countess of Pembroke: " Underneath this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, Sydney ' s sister, Pembroke ' s mother; Death, ere thou hast slain another, Fair and wise and good as she. Time shall throw a dart at thee. ' ' By the same author: " Underneath this stone doth lie As much virtue as could die; Which, when alive, did vigour give To as much beauty as could live; If she had a single fault. Leave it buried in this vault. " The following lines are of interest as being written by that famous traveler and explorer, Sir Walter Raleigh born 1552, executed October 29, 1618. " THE CONCLUSION " ' ' Even such is Time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; Who in the dark and silent grave. When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust. " Dryden ' s hexastich on Milton first printed under Milton ' s portrait in Touson ' s edition of Paradise Lost, 1688: " Three poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpassed; The next in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no farther go; To make a third, she joined the former two. " By Pope on Sir Isaac Newton in Westminster Abbey: 208 THE REDWOOD Isaacus Newtonus : Quem Imraortalem Testantur Tempus, Natura, Coelum: Mortalem Hoc M armor fatetur. " Nature and nature ' s laws lay hid in night: God said, ' Let Newton be! and all was light. ' " By Pope, intended for Dryden: " This Sheffield rais ' d. The sacred dust below Was Dryden once: The rest who does not know! " By Pope on the poet Gay: " Of manners gentle, of affections mild; In wit a man, simplicity a child; With native humour temp ' ring virtuous rage, P ' orm ' d to delight at once and lash the age; Above temptation in a low estate, And uncorrupted ev ' n among the great; A safe companion, and an easy friend, Unblam ' d thro ' life, lamented in his end. These are thy humours! not that here thy bust Is mixed with heroes, or with kings thy dust; But that the worthy and the good shall say. Striking th eir pensive bosoms — Here lies Gay. " The following lines were addressed to Pope, on his epitaph on Gay, by Lord Orrery. They refer to the fore- going epitaph and to Gay ' s burial in Westminster Abbey: " Entomb ' d with kings tho ' Gay ' s cold ashes lie, A nobler monument thy strains supply. Thy matchless muse, still faithful to thy friend. By courts unaw ' d his virtues dare commend. Lamented Gay! forget thy treatment past. Look down, and see thy merit crown ' d at last A destiny more glorious who can hope! In life belov ' d, in death bemoan ' d by Pope. " By Prior, on himself: " To me ' tis given to die, to thee ' tis given To live; alas! one moment sets us even; Mark how impartial is the will of heaven. " On the death of Pope: " Arise, ye glimmering stars of wit! For lo! the Sun of Verse is set. " On Dr. Johnson by Cowper: " Here Johnson lies— a sage by all allow ' d Whom to have bred, may well make England proud; Whose prose was eloquence, by wisdom taught, The graceful vehicle of virtuous thought; Whose verse may claim — grave, masculine, and strong, Superior praise to the mere poet ' s song; Who many a noble gift from Heaven possess ' d. And faith at last, alone worth all the rest. O man, immortal by a double prize. By fame on earth — by glory in the skies. " On General Wolfe, the hero of Quebec, in the Church of Westerham in Kent — where he was born, 1727: " While George in sorrow bows his laurell ' d head. And bids the artist grace the soldier dead — We raise no sculptur ' d trophy to thy name. Brave youth! the fairest in the lists of fame. Proud of thy birth, we boast th ' auspicious year; Struck with thy fall, we shed the gen ' ral tear: With humble grief inscribe one artless stone — And from thy matchless honour date our own. ' ' On New Years Day a statue of this intrepid warrier was unveiled at Wes- terham by Lord Roberts. Epitaph on James Qiiin, the actor who died 1766, in Bath Cathedral, by Garrick: " That tongue, which set the table in a roar, And charm ' d the public ear, is heard no more: Close ' d are thine eyes, the harbingers of wit. Which spoke, before the tongue, what Shaks- peare writ. Cold are those hands, which living were stretch ' d forth. At friendship ' s call, to succour modest worth. Here lies James Quin! Deign, reader, to be taught THE REDWOOD 209 (Whate ' er thy strength of body, force of thought, In nature ' s happiest mould however cast) To this complexion thou must come at last. ' ' On Laurence Sterne, by Garrick: " Shall pride a heap of sculptur ' d marble raise, Some worthless unmourned titled fool to praise, And shall we not by one poor grave-stone learn Where genius, wit, and humour sleep with Sterne? From Cowley: " Here lies the great — False marble tell me where: Nothing but poor and sordid dust lies here. ' ' On William Hogarth, in Chiswick Churchyard, by Garrick: " Farewell, great painter of mankind. Who reach ' d the noblest point of art; Whose pictur ' d morals charm the mind. And thro ' the eye correct the heart? If genius fire thee, reader, stay; If nature touch thee, drop a tear: — If neither move thee, turn away, For Hogarth ' s honour ' d dust lies here. " On a beautiful and virtuous young lady (anon.): " Sleep soft in dust, wait the Almighty ' s will, Then rise unchang ' d, and be an angel still. " On an infant: " Beneath, a sleeping infant lies; To earth her body ' s lent; More glorious she ' ll hereafter rise, Tho ' not more innocent. " When the archangel ' s trump shall blow. And souls to bodies join. Millions will wish their lives below Had been as short as thine. ' ' On a young lady: " Here innocence and beauty lie, whose breath Was snatched by early, not untimely death. Hence did she go just as she did begin Sorrow to know, before she knew to sin. Death, that does sin and sorrow thus prevent, Is the next blessing to a life well spent. " Epitaph on two twin sisters: " Fair marble, tell to future days. That here two virgin-sisters lie. Whose life employ ' d each tongue in praise; Whose death gave tears to ev ' ry eye. In stature, beauty, years, and fame, Together as they grew, they shone; So much alike, so much the same, That Death mistook them both for one. " On two beautiful sisters drowned at sea: " What to the faithless ocean now is due? It gave one Venus, and has taken two. ' ' By Coleridge for himself: " Stop, Christian passer-by! Stop, child of God! And read with gentle breath, ' Beneath this sod A poet lies, or that which once seemed he — Oh, lift a thought in prayer for S. T. C. ! That he, who many a year, with toil of breath, Found death in life, may here find life in death ! Mercy for praise — to be forgiven for fame; He asked and hoped through Christ — do thou the same. ' ' On Butler ' s monument (by S. West- ley) in Westminster Abbey: " Whilst Butler, needy wretch ! was yet alive. No gen ' rous patron would a dinner give: See him, when starv ' d to death, and turn ' d to dust, Presented with a monumental bust ! The poet ' s fate is here in emblems shown; He ask ' d for bread, and he receiv ' d a stone. " This epitaph reminds one of an i8th century distich: " Seven wealthy towns contend for Homer dead. Thro ' which the living Homer begg ' d his bread! " 210 THE REDWOOD The Memorial erected in 1820, to a grent Englishman in St. Margaret ' s Westminster reads: " To the Memory of WILLIAM CAXiON Who first introduced into Great Britain the art of printing; And who, A. D. 1477 or earlier, exercised that art in the Abbey of Westminster This Tablet In remembrance of one lo whom the literature of this country is so htrgely indebted, was raised, Anno Domini MDCCCXX by the Roxburghe Club Earl Spencer V. G. President. " Then follow these words by Tennyson: " FIAT LUX (HIS MOTTO). " " Thy prayer was ' Light — more Light — While Time shall last! ' Thou saweet a glory growing on the night, But not the shadows which that light would cast, Till shadows vanish in the Light of Light. " By Tennyson on Gordon for the Gor- don Boys ' Home near Woking: " Warrior of God, man ' s friend, and tyrants ' foe. Now somewhere dead far in the waste Soudan, Thou livest in all hearts, for all men know This earth had never borne a nobler man. " On the tomb of David Livingstone in Westminster Abbey: " Tantus amor veri — Nihil est quod noscere malim, Quam Fluvii causas per saecnla tanta latentes. " " Other sheep I have which are not of this fold. They also I must bring, and they shall hear my voice. " By Tennyson for Franklin ' s Cenotaph in Westminster Abbey: " Not here! the white North has thy bones; and thou. Heroic sailor- soul. Art passing on thine happier voyage now Toward no earthly pole. " Over John Ruskin ' s grave in West- moreland, from Spenser: " Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, Ease after war, death after life, does greatly please. ' ' OverGeorgeMert-ditli ' s grave in Dork- ing, Surrey, irom " Vittoria " : " Life is but a little holding Sent to do a mighty labour. " The following lines, by Cardinal New- man, are not an epitaph, but form a fit- ting conclusion to this portion of my paper dealing with the more serious and refined part of the subject, before we pass to consider certain curious epitaphs erected over otherwise obscure graves: " THE ANGEL TO THE SOUL " " My work is done. My task is o ' er, And so I come, Taking it home, For the crown is won For evermore. My Father gave In charge to me This child of earth E ' en from its birth To serve and save. And saved is he. This child of clay To me was given. To rear and train By sorrow and pain In the narrow way, From earth to heaven. " —John Henry Newman. (7c» be contifuied.) Percy Pank hurst. THE REDWOOD 211 KEITH KEITH painfully lifted his head out of the soft autumnal leaves and rolled over; and, as he brushed the clinging soil from his face he grum- bled to himself ruefully. " This here killing expedition ain ' t altogether a pleasant trip. Hang the old man for wanting to trap West and his son. I thought one of that gol dinged family would get me. They ' re too lucky with their fire arms for ray folks. Well, anyhow, it ' s a consolation that I dropped him, too; most probably finished him for good. True, he ' s her brother but he ' s a sheep man all the same and I ain ' t a bit sorry! " And Keith gazed slowly up the hill to the spot where lay one of the enemies of his family. — He and Buck West had fired simultaneously, and Keith rightly judged that his own shot was fatal., for a little further up the hill Buck West was lying on his death bed of brown leaves that were fast coloring with his blood. Keith began to fear for himself. The wound in his own side was decidedly painful, and he was not sure that the bullet had not reached a vital spot. As he rested there he could see in a small dip of the hill, the cabin of the Wests, with its corral full of sheep. The sight of the peaceful looking home of his enemies aroused his blood and made him reach instinctively for his Colt. Years before old man Keith had sworn to drive West and his herds of sheep out of the pasture country; and he had instilled into his four stalwart sons the spirit of the cattle man — un- dying hatred of the sheep herders. So Bill Keith now glanced again toward the oak-shaded corral and the homelike cabin where dwelt the sweet but parti- san Kitty, old man West ' s daughter. He examined his side again; it was festered and swollen, and the feeling was growing on him that the house was his only salvation. He was wounded, his horse had fled, and he felt that only by trying to drag himself over the ground for a truce and treatment even in the home of the enemy — could he be relieved and saved. But how his feelings revolted! Actual suppliance at the enemy ' s door! He looked up the hill toward Buck ' s body again. But Kitty — the thought of her in the cabin assuaged his outraged pride — and he started eagerly, on his hands and knees, to drag himself to the cabin — forgetting his homicide. " But my side hurts " he groaned, as his painful passage was momentarily checked by a jerky feeling in his side. " But say, didn ' t she look chuck astride her horse the two times I saw her. " His thoughts suddenly took another chan- nel. " The old man swore vengeance on old West this morning; I ' m sure he ' ll try to drop him today; I wonder where he is, — the mischievous old devil ! ' ' These thoughts and many others came to Keith, as he labored across the hill- side, pulling himself along a few feet at 212 THE REDWOOD a time by a vigorous use of the flowing muscles which were easily distinguished beneath his tan skin. Now and then as he looked back at the body on the slope bis pride deterred him, but he always started forward again, forgetting for the time what he had done to her brother- He was midway, now, to the hump in the slope which formed the east side of the sheep herder ' s yard. He looked down now and then to the foot of the slope a quarter of a mile away, where stretched the level pasture lands. Starting anew he gradually made his way forward, tiring and weakening fast. At last fagged out, he reached the ele- vation at the back of the West cabin, sat down and watched vigilantly the corral yard and the house. The head of the family, the father of the man he had just shot, was clearing brush at the lower end of the enclosure, below the house, all unconscious of the death of his only son. Kitty, he fancied, was probably inside, also in ignorant bliss of her brother ' s fate. Keith ' s face twitched sHghtly at the thought. Suddenly even as he watched — though it was not unexpected by him — the silence was broken by a sharp report; a pufi " of blue smoke appeared where the slope lost itself in the level pasture land below; he saw old West throw up his hands and fall in his tracks. The girl, but a moment before the object of his thoughts, at the sound of the shot, appeared on the porch and, imbued with the keenly alert spirit of her father, snatched up a rifle and pre- pared to cover her parent ' s retreat. She knew on the instant, of the knowledge born of the wilderness, that her father was hurt; in a quivering voice now, and with ears strained, she called out to him darting toward the place where he lay below. " Dad, are you hurt? Quick, poor old Dad, into the house. Oh! those cowardly cattle fiends. " And she started, weakening perceptibly, almost faint- ing, as she saw in the distance, the blood streaming from her father ' s head. Her noble courage came to her rescue however; she pulled herself together, and Keith saw her the next moment at her father ' s side struggling to help him to the cabin. The utter insanity of all this carnage and murder suddenly dawned on Keith ' s mind. " Hang this revenge, " he murmured bitterly, and his thoughts ran on uncontrolled. Poor Kitty, she would go now. They would all leave, — but he did not feel the joy he had anticipated at the sheep man ' s departure, — She was in sore trouble, she would certainly leave, never to be seen again by him. Yes! .she ' d leave now; now that she was bereaved of father and brother, her all, by him and his family — and in all prob- ability she ' d be lost to him forever. His heart ' s sympathy and something else, — perhaps an eagerness to care for her — filled his mind. Scrambling, rolling, falling, disregarding absolutely the rack- ing pain in his side he made his way to the house, through the fence in back and around the side of the cabin to the creaky, sun-blacked porch in front. On the step was her hurriedly dis- THE REDWOOD 213 carded rifle; a trail of blood led into the shack. He crawled up the step, across the porch to the threshold, and listened. Through the half-open door the voice of the old man, weak and in a despairing tremor, came to him: " Gal, there ' s — Buck — on the porch — bring him in — to me — quick! " Keith pulled himself through the door and looked into the rough bed- room, which, though it denoted by its cleanliness that a feminine hand was up- permost, nevertheless smacked of a rude, rustic life. Within, the girl was kneeling at the side of a tumble-down, home- made bed, upon the rough pine boards on which lay the old man, propped by a number of pillows. He sighed slightly as Keith appeared in the door, and closed his eyes a little, resting his gray head back on the pillows. The girl started at sight of him, but Keith mo- tioned to her and placed his fingers to his lips; she obeyed the signal trustingly. He wanted to help, and minding not his own wound, he started for the un- touched whisky on the rickety table, — when the dying man, in a half dazed manner, spoke again: " Buck! — Kit, my children — I know I ' m going fast — come to me. " The gray head fell back on the pillows. Keith came to the bedside opposite the sur- prised, crying girl. The old man con- tinued weakly, laboriously, pausing con- tinually and scarcely able to speak. He put his cold hands to the sides of the bed, the girl placing her hand lovingly in her father ' s, and Keith slipped his big, tanned hand, discreetly, perhaps deceitfully, into that of his aged enemy, whose fingers closed over it. " Little gal — you stay — here. Gawd will father you in your old — d — dad ' s place. Think — think of your old — father. Be — good — children! Buck — they — got me, but you be wary. Keep " — his glazing eyes flashed and his teeth clicked together, — " the sheep here, Buck, — my boy. I,ast, " the old hands clutched Keith ' s and Kitty ' s tightly — " Buck, — you keep your — sister. You — protect her — and — guard her — fr— from them — Keiths. Keep — good — watch over — the — little — " The old blue eyes closed, the checked mem- ory left the sentence unfinished, and with a blessing upon his white lips, the fatherly soul fled to its Master. The sun was settling into the trees on the hills behind the cabin when Keith awoke, his burning fever much better. His wound was almost entirely well. With surprised, sleep-burdened eyes, he turned over in his convalescent bed and saw a vision in white hovering close be- side him. The vision smiled and point- ed coyly to a letter on the table near him, addressed to the clergyman at Steerhead in the plain. He raised him- self up, and as his full, pure love rose higher and higher, he whispered gently, dreamily, to the orphan at his side: " Kit, little girl, I thanked God last night for allowing your poor dying dad to unknowingly put you in my care. And " — Keith mused — " he told me to protect you from my own folks! Pretty funny charge, eh, Kit? But I ' ll protect you from any man from now on, from 214 THE REDWOOD everybody, — it ' ll soon be my happy duty. " He sank back exhausted, and his lids closed in sleep. The girl imprinted a kiss on the fore- head of her beloved; then she reverently and thankfully raised her eyes to Him whom her dying father had truthfully promised would " father " her! H. W. McGowAN. LINES (On tHe Deceased FatHer of my Friend, N. Judge) HE world in mourning wails, " His life is spent. " — Blinded by sorrow ' s tears which He has sent, It cannot see that you ' ve but left our griefs, In quest of peace that lies beyond the reefs Of stars. Soar then, O soul! nor be your flight Impeded by the flame between our night And His fair day, which burns into our breast A love that yearns for His eternal rest. Behold, my friend, I cannot say good-bye! For after all, this parting ' s but a sigh Between two gasping breaths of fleeting Time That ever here doth tend His will sublime. Behold, my friend, I cannot shed a tear! But I am come beside your craped bier. To gaze on naught but on frail human clay, That pillowed not your death, but silent lay The prison for your soul that ' s flown above The last faint star, and rests within His love. Lawrence P. O ' Connor. THE REDWQCM3 215 T T e ooct, Published Monthly by the Students of Santa Clara College The object of the Redwood is to give proof of College Industry, to record College Doings and to knit closer together the hearts of the Boys of the Present and of the Past. EDITORIAL STAFF EXECUTIVE BOARD Chris A. Degnan President Herbert L. Ganahi, Lawrence P. O ' Connor ASSOCIATE EDITORS Exchanges Lawrence P. O ' Connor In the Library . . . . Rodney A. YoelIv Alumni - Joseph F. Demartini College Notes . . . . Aloysius I. Diepenbrock Athletics Marco S. Zarick, Jr. BUSINESS MANAGER Herbert L. Ganahl assistant business manager Frank D. Warren ALUMNI CORRESPONDENT Alex. T. Leonard, A. B., ' lo. Address all communications to The Redwood, Santa Clara College, California Terms of subscription, $1.50 a year; single copies, 15 cents EDITORIAL COMMENT We feel it proper in making our same diligence that helped to make The debut in our new capacity to offer a Redwood a success during their in- word of congratulation to the lately re- cumbency, will crown their maturer tired members of the efforts i staff. Their duty dur- laurels. _, tired members of the efforts in the coming years with merited The ing the past term has We of the new staff are fully aware been creditably per- that we have entered upon no small formed and we feel assured that that duty to maintain the high standard set 216 THE REDWOOD In General by The Redwood of the past, but our best efforts shall be put forward to this end. The prevailing spirit on the campus is ideal. In most points it can not be censured even by those disposed to be most critical. Among the students there exist top-notch unity and fel- lowship, not without that lively yet wholesome competition that makes life worth living; and the harmony that pre- vails between the Faculty and students renders studies and the various college activities the more enjoyable. The one department, which this spirit is inclined to grow a little remiss is College Journalism. The fact that this is one of the most important of our activities cannot be too emphatic- ally maintained. The Redwood is the organ of the Student Body, and necessarily de- mands the financial and literary sup- port of all the students for its well be- ing and prosperity. We are convinced that there are none among us who be- come disinterested in our magazine through lack of good will, for it is plainly evident that all are anxious to make a signal success of everything they enter. Three means might be suggested by which the students could materially benefit The Redwood: by submitting their writings, thereby gaining much benefit themselves; by patronizing our advertisers, — for it is in a great part owing to them that we are able to defray the expenses of The Redwood, — and by letting the mer- chants know that their advertisements are carefully studied by the students; and finally by sending copies of the magazine to relatives and friends in different parts of the state. Gold Medal Contest As is usual at this time The Red- wood announces its annual gold medal contest. This year the field is very broad, and the hand- some medal will be awarded to the student who submits the best essay on any literary subject whatso- ever. The contest is open to all the students in every class and nothing should deter anyone from submitting a paper. Manuscripts are to contain not less than 2500 words and are due on or before May 15. On the evening of March 7 we were given a rare treat in the form of a lec- ture on " How We Won the Fair, " by T« Ti r rt J Rev.JosephP.McQuade, Fr. McQuade . .00 ., at A. B. 88. Father Mc- Quade served on the committee sent to Washington in the interest of San Francisco during the fight for the Ex- position and was one of the most in- fluential in bringing about the decided victory in favor of our western metrop- olis. He proved to be most entertain- ing and his lecture was enjoyed by all. The Redwood takes this occasion to congratulate " an old Santa Clara boy " on the splendid work he has done, and to assure him of the admiration and sympathy of all at dear old S. C. C. C. A. Dbgnan. THE REDWaOiD 217 It has been a gratification to the liter- ary appetite of the exchange editor to have received so many magazines. But the di6ScuIty now confronts me: to whom shall be given space in this issue? Not wishing to show any partiality, I have decided upon the plan of the general of old, that of decimation. I heap all the magazines and lits. and journals upon my desk and proceed to count in the measured tones of a case hardened judge, one, two, etc. The one doomed to die at the call of ten is the graceful flower of the field, the Fleur de Lis. This issue stands out prominent among its sister magazines of the past two months. We find its pages re- plenished with except- ionally good verse. Of the " Cardinal, " " With the Birds, " ' ' Untold " and " Hyacinth, " it is beyond me to pick the best. Each appeals to me in its own peculiar way, and I may but say that all are worthy indeed of mention. The essay which appears in this issue as leading article entitled " Is Shakes- peare, " does not win the praise of an Fleur de Lis anti-Baconite. Though it is ably writ- ten, its subject makes one lose sight of this fact. The author ' s arguments do not reconcile us to Bacon whom the writer of this essay assumes as the most probable author of the Shakesperean plays. Shakespeare has been so long accepted by public opinion as the man from whose brain and heart the won- derful plays emanated that it will neces- sitate stronger proofs than those oflPered to swing the pendulum in favor of Bacon. However we must again say that the essay is well written. The unexpected conclusion given to " The Moon-mad Maid " satisfied our ex- pectation, when we were lured to read this story by the alliteration of its title. The plot is well handled and the choice diction of the writer will certainly please the critical eye. A good, and we venture to say, well merited " dig " is given to the imposter Dr. Haeckel, the German would-be scientist who extolled to the world his own praises at having found the prover- bial " missing link " . A like favor is also extended to a well known and widely 218 THE REDWOOD S. V. C. Student read paper in the essay " Why this Man. " The story appearing in the S. V. C. Student entitled " The Gold Trap " is throughout as alluring as its name. A lesson can be traced in this little work of fic- tion. Its style is clear, yet this lucidity does not subtract from the suspense which permeates the story. We quote from this magazine the fol- lowing: RAIN Leaden skies are wildly weeping, Sending down cold, crystal tears, — Heavy as the drops that moisten Eyes of those no comfort cheers; Forlorn victims of the Storm-fiend, Who is frenzied fury reigns Like some dark and maddened spirit Burst from Tartar ' s welded chains. These gray daughters of the Hyads, Seeking solace in their woe; From wronged hearts with grief o ' er-wel- ling Pour a precious flood below. Thomas A. J. Dockweii,er, ' 12. A truth of great import is couched in the essay appearing this month in The Schoolman. Would that more could read it than the number who will derive an amount of edification from its elevating subject, " Charity and The Schoolman Philanthrophy. " The writer deserves great credit for his keenness in the obser- vation of truths which oftentimes are ig- nored much to the detriment of common society. The essay will be better ex- plained by quoting its closing lines, lines which are full to overflowing of a great human truth and which contain a ser- mon should they be appreciated rightly. " Follow the precept of charity and you ' ll never be misled; in the eyes of the world you may not, in fact you will not be nearly so highly esteemed as he whom they term the philanthropist, but bear in mind that this life is but a pre- liminary to the one that is to come. Charity is strong, it never weakens, and in the hour of need, in that hour when each and everyone of us must ap- pear before the judgment sea t of God; charity will not desert you; but it will serve as to that incentive which will prompt the Judge of judges to say, " Come ye blessed of My Father, possess ye the kingdom which was prepared for you. " We are glad to note some very good verse in this issue. " Sin " standing prominent above " My Valentine, " and " Consolation. " The editorials in this argosy of literature are up to their usual high standard. L O ' Connor. THE REDWOOD 219 A new addition to the shelves of our library is Fr. Copus ' s latest and most mature work, Andros of Ephesus. The book deals with au in- ° teresting subject in an interesting; and pleasant Ephesus manner. The scene of the plot is laid in Ephe- sus, that beautiful city of the Greeks whose gorgeous temple of Diana was one of the seven wonders of the world. Throughout the work this city remains the sphere of action, save occasionally the plot shifts to the vine-clad hills, and beautiful villas surrounding it. Andros, the hero, is a young Ephesian of con- siderable fortune, who being possessed of an enquiring and analytical mind, falls dissatisfied with the worship of Diana, and on seeing the orgies and de- bauchery which attend the festivals of this goddess, he gives vent to his disgust aloud. An acquaintance near by, who has undertaken to guide him through the temple, hears this, and in a lusty voice, proclaims Andros a renegade from his religion, and immediately drives him out of the temple followed by an angry mob of devotees. The chase is a long one but finally losing his pursuers, An- dros takes refuge in a peasant ' s hut where he is sheltered, kindly treated, and is much surprised at the hospitality displayed in his behalf. These people, he afterwards learns, are not believers in the Goddess, but hold a new religion, on investigation of which, he finds it to surpass in beauty the worship of Diana. While he contemplates these new mysteries, of which he has been told by his new found friends, he continues to press his suit to a young lady he has known from childhood. This is none other than Lydda, the beautiful daughter of an old Roman soldier. She is also wooed by Aratus, an un- scrupulous and crafty man, who to re- coup his fortune, will stop at no means to attain his end. 220 THE REDWOOD It is in his descriptions that the author excells, and we might compare his stately rhetorical style to that of Cardi- nal Newman, and he would not suffer by it. It is well that this is so, — for if we did not have this to sustain us, we might criticize too harshly, some, too oft repeated phrase, or the rather stilted and overdrawn love scene between Lyd- da and Andros. All in all the novel is well worth reading, and once read will be remembered afterwards with pleas- ure. The book is appropriately bound in rich red cloth with white cover de- sign and lettering. Published by the M. H. Witzius Co., 413-417 Broadway, Milwaukee. Postpaid $1.25. Although many books have been written on religious topics, it is not often that we find one possessing a real, genuine interest. We J read them either from a All Great information they contain. Not so how- ever with " Jesus All Great. " This little volume, though it is of an essen- tially religious character, has a charm and simplicity in its style that makes it not only well worth reading but note- worthy among books of its class. It is the second of a series by Fr. Gallerani, the preceding volume being entitled " Jesus All Good. " The clear- ness and ease with v»?hich the author brings out the salient points of the beautiful character of Christ, cannot fail to attract attention. It is just the kind of book for one Catholic to give another, and at the same time would make an appreciable gift to anyone. The little book is daintily bound in blue cloth, with gold lettering and de- sign. The type is good and clear, and is printed on better than average paper. Published by P. J. Kennedy, New York, cloth 50c. R. Y0KI.1.. THE REDWOOD 221 AliVMNI Rev. Fr. Kenna S. J., has been re- cently appointed by Governor Johnson as one of the committee in charge of the Redwood Park. Already he has worked earnestly with his con- freres in Sacramento, to beautify this grand and unique forest of historic redwoods. The appointment of Fr. Kenna is but a recognition of the active interest he has always taken in the preservation of these beautiful trees. It is well to recall here that our college magazine received its name in this con- nection from Father Kenna. For our magazine was just about to be launched on the bay of college journalism ten years ago, when public interest was directed towards the preservation of this beautiful forest of redwoods from the encroachments of the lumberman. Cali- fornia was always proud of its redwood forests, and a more typical name with which to christen our bouncing little journal, it was thought, could not be found. Old boys of the late sixties will re- member the famous playwright, Guy Carleton. His death occurred last De- ' 68 cember in Hot Springs, Arkansas. We are in- debted for the following clipping from the New York Evening Post of Decem- ber 12, 1910 to Mr. John J. Barrett, A. B. ' 92, of San Francisco. We had deferred its publication until the pres- ent, hoping to find enough data about this brilliant son of Santa Clara to justify a leading article on his lite and works. But our efforts were in vain. " Henry Guy Carleton, the playwright, died in Hot Springs, Ark., on Saturday, from paralysis, aged sixty-four years. He went to Hot Springs a year ago, suffering from rheumatism. For a time it was thought that his health would be restored. During the interval when it was thought he was improving Mr. Carleton planned to write a play. Over- coming his inability to write or speak, he described his ideas by means of an alphabet board, letter by letter, to his daughter, who has been his constant companion. The work is incomplete. Mr. Carleton was born at Fort Union, N. M., in 1856, son of Gen. James Henry Carleton, U. S. A. He was 222 THE REDWOOD graduated from Santa Clara College in 1870. Three years later he received an appointment as second lieutenant in the Eighth United States Cavalry. After seeing some active service in the cam- paigns against the Crows and Arapa- hoes, he resigned in 1876 to take up newspaper work as associate editor of the New Orleans Times. Following that, he was at various times connected with the Chicago Tribune, the New York Times, and the New York World. From 1883 to 1885 he was literary editor of Life. As an avocation he took up electrical work and obtained patents on thirty-four inventions. He had been producing plays since 1881. Among them are " Mennon, " " Victor Durand, " " The Pembertons, " " The Lion ' s Mouth, " " Ye Early Trouble, " " Princess of Erie, " " A Gilded Fool, " " The Butterflies, " " That Impu- dent Young Couple, " " Ambition, " " Colinette " and " Jack ' s Honeymoon. " The following delightful account of an audience with His Holiness Pius X is from the pen of an old Santa Clara boy, who is known through all the country as one of its ablest journalists, Mr. Chas. K. McClatchy, the editor of the Sacra- mento Bee. " As Pius X comes into the audience room, he comes a bowed, feeble, worn- out man. His eyes are pathetic beyond expression. They have in them a look of godlike pity, of all-embracing love, of infinite patience. From behind their curtains darts a glance at once all- ' 78 embracing, all-penetrating, all-scrutiniz- ing — the glance of an eagle from the eye of a dove. For that searching look carries with it an expression so full of pity, of love, of charity to all, that I almost thought I was talking to myself as I caught the whisper of a zealous Protestant friend next to me to his wife: ' There surely is a Christly man if ever there was one. ' Pope Pius X is the most democratic, the most simple of men. He has to a very striking extent abolished cere- mony, ostentation, and courtly effects. Some little remains in the shape of a handful of picturesque Swiss guards and brightly-dressed attendants; but the brilliant pomp which accompanied the receptions of L,eo XIII has been brushed aside. In a series of magnificent rooms in- side the meershaum-colored Vatican — in fact, the exteriors of many of the greatest edifices in Rome, St. Peter ' s included, are the tint of a well-smoked fine pipe — in these rooms appears a bowed, sad-looking, feeble, old man — a peasant, the son of a peasant, the de- scendant of peasants — a Pope from and of the people, if ever there was one — a Pope unashamed on the contrary, proud of what the world would call his lowly origin, but which Christ Jesus might term his blessed beginning — a Pope who is today as plain, and unpre- tending, and kind, and lovable as he was in Venice, where a whole city held and holds him in deep affection; yes, as he was before he commenced his labors for the Church. THE REDWOOD 223 A simple and kindly bow, an almost seraphic smile from that tired face, a piercing glance around the room, and then he squares the apartment, giving his ring to be kissed in turn to each of the kneeling visitors. Then comes the blessing. As the words issue from those loving lips of the humblest of Jesus ' followers, something new, and soothing, and Vjlessed seems to people the air. Its ef- fect may be described in the words of my strong Protestant friend, as we were going out: ' I feel like a new and bet- ter man. I understand now, as I never fully grasped before, what the Israel- ites meant when they said the spirit of God had descended upon them. ' That Protestant has no faith in the Catholic creed, but there suddenly sprang into his being the supremest confidence in Pius X, the most un- bounded respect for him — a respect that has reached a positive affection. He went to that first audience out of pure curiosity. He attended a second one yesterday in a spirit almost of ven- eration. And today he is endeavoring to make arrangements whereby he can be blessed again by the peasant-Pope before he leaves Rome. And his wife has caught the fever quite as badly as he. That simple little incident — undoubt- edly repeated every day at these aud- iences — will give a better idea of the atmosphere surrounding Pius X, and of the effect of his personality, than could paragraph after paragraph of de- scription. The thought that came over me as that loving and lovable face smiled be- hind its veil of pathos — as that simple and humble follower of the lowly Christ vi ho was cradled in a manger, gave the benediction — the thought that burst upon me came from that most expres- sive phrase in Scripture: ' And Enoch walked with God. ' For sure ly if today on earth there be a man who companions with the Almighty, it is this peasant successor of the fisherman Pope — this Venetian priest, and Bishop, and Cardinal, who fulfills the prophecy that was written of old: ' He shall pull down the mighty from their seats and exalt them of low degree. ' But these audiences with the present Pope are not all hushed awe, and quiet contemplation, and suppressed feeling. With his other qualities, he is intensely human. He evidently believes there is a time for prayer and a time for laughter; a time for seriousness and a time for mirth. A body of naval cadets were having their flag blessed one day we were there. After the ceremony the Pope addressed the young men and the older dignitaries of the Italian Navy accom- panying them. He must have perpe- trated several good jokes or ' joshes ' — they say he loves the latter occasionally — for all the Italians who could hear his words broke out into ripples of laughter, while a merry twinkle appeared in the eyes of the good old Pope. In still another room a flock of beau- tiful Italian misses, all garbed in pretty 224 THE REDWOOD white dresses, and all from some con- vent school, awaited his blessing. He spoke tor a few minutes to them, and his words must have been clothed in simple and touching eloquence, for the eyelashes of men and women who could get near enough to hear him, and who could understand what he said, were wet with tears. This Pope of and from the people leads the simple life. He has banished nearly all semblance of aristocracy from the Vatican. The very air breathes democracy. His being and his bearing spread it abroad. He has vetoed many of the traditions of the Papacy. For instance, he does not eat alone. When he came into bis present position, he asked one of his secretaries to dine with him. The secretary said he could not, and the Pope asked why. The reply was that it was the rule and custom for Popes to dine alone. ' How long has that rule and custom been in force? ' asked the Pope. ' For hundreds and hundreds of years, ' was the answer. ' Well, it exists no longer, ' said the Holy Father, ' for you will dine with me this evening. ' And since then Pope Pius X has never dined alone. A Bishop from Ireland, now here to render a report of the work and prog- ress in his diocese, who told me the above, and many other little particulars about the Pope, also narrated a personal experience he had — an experience which shows the successor of St. Peter is happy occasionally with his little ' josh. ' The good Bishop is a big, brawny six-footer, somewhat inclined to em- bonpoint, but yet a man evidently of great physical strength. He was telling the Pope of the conditions in his dio- cese. Unconsciously, in running along in the conversation, and without any desire to blow his own trumpet, he was expatiating upon the difficult work he had to perform, the arduous task in a very trying diocese. The Pope listened gravely. Then, patting the Bishop ' s hand affectionately and j ' Ct humorously, he said, with a merry twinkle in his eye: ' I would ad- vise you to continue on in the good work, my dear Bishop, for it certainly seems to agree with you. ' Such simplicity, such naturalness, breeds affection in all who study the present Pope. And there is nothing in such simplicity, nothing in such nat- uralness, nothing in such democracy, which detracts in the slightest from the dignity of his high oflBce. On the con- trary, these very attributes clothe it therewith as with a garment. Christ Jesus lost no godlike quality in being in His daily walks as other men. In the household of Martha and Mary; at the wedding feast at Cana; with the fishermen at Galilee; among the vineyards and along the roads; visit- ing with the common people and being one of them, a fisherman among fisher- men, a peasant with peasants — surely Christ Jesus lost none of His dignity, none of His majesty, thereby. On the THE REDWOOD 225 contrary, these very actions, these very characteristics, built a glorious frame for the Sermon on the Mount, the most precious thought-picture ever fashioned by lips, human or divine. Human and humane qualities did not detract from the dignity of Abraham Lincoln. That highest exaltation of the proletariat since the morning stars first sang together increased his dignity by his democracy and his simplicity. A man is always more dignified, no matter what position he occupies, when he fol- lows the example set by Christ Jesus in His life upon earth as a man. In many ways the present Pope re- minds us of America ' s greatest and grandest Man. Their physiognomies are not at all alike. The Holy Father has handsome features; no one could say that of Abraham Lincoln. And yet there is in Pius ' eyes the same shadow of almost tragical pathos that was so prominent in those of the martyred President. Behind the veil you can catch a glimpse of a Lincoln twinkle that betokens the same latent humor. Now and then the fun breaks out upon the surface, and all is wreathed in smiles — then the veil of sadness is drawn down again, and your heart aches with pity at the burdens of the man. In simplicity, in naturalness, in de- mocracy, in an abiding love for the com- mon people, in their alternating shades ' 90 of sadness and of humor, Pius X and Abraham Lincoln have much in simi- larity. And I believe I am adding still fur- ther to my deep reverence for Pius X when I say he struck me as being the Abraham Lincoln of the modern Pa- pacy. " Sunday, February 26, the Hon. Jos. J. Trabucco of Mariposa County was on the S. A. A. field to witness us wallop the fast and clever San Ma- teoites to the tune of 3 to I. The Judge enjoyed the game heartily. He and our esteemed rector, Fr. Morrissey, were students together in the 90 ' s, and as they watched the game, they chatted pleasantly of the diamond heroes of twenty years ago, when the Judge himself was backstop for the varsity. Judge Trabucco is doing very suc- cessfully. He held the oflBce of As- sessor for four years, and on account of his uprightness and ability was elected District Attorney, which oflBce he filled for two terms, winning again the admir- ation and esteem of all. He is now in the eighth year of his Superior Judge- ship and so able and scholarly and just are his decisions that a higher court has never had occasion or cause to reverse any of them. Jos. F. Demartini. 226 THE REDWOOD The very Rev. Fr. Rockliff S. J., hon- ored us last month with his presence, and still more did he favor us, by giv- ing the Retreat, which The Annual fell on the i6, 17, and Retreat g February this year, instead of the three days preced- ing Easter as has been the custom in the past. Fr. Rockliff ' s lectures were very philosophical and interesting. He proved the existence and the eternity of heaven and hell, the Divinity of Jesus Christ and the mercy and justice of God, while he described his subjects so graphically that they almost seemed to be things of earth. The weather was ideal for a Retreat, the sky being bright and cloudless and the campus dry and comfortable, en- abling the retreatants to be out in the sun ' s warmth instead of being forced to the side of the stove on account of in- clement weather. The drama among the Day Scholars seems to be right at home. This time it is an original comedy written by Day Scholars and presented c J , , by Day Scholars. Messrs. Scholars ' Eugene F. Morris and Edmond S. Lowe are the authors of the play. There is plenty of wit and humor bubbling all through the two hours of its performance, and never is there a dull moment. The cast of characters for the premiere February 28, in Sodality Hall was: Jedethau Long I, an ex-minister - Howard F. Crane Jedethan Long II, a retired rancher - J. Joseph Hartman Dick Long, Percy Long, nephews - of Long II, - William Donovan Thomas Riordan Bill Little, a friend of Long II Joseph Kelly Charles Potter, a mutual friend of Long I II, Bradley V. Sargent, Jr. Sam, the Janitor - J. Artison Ramage The Landlord - - James Ryan Maxwell, a real estate agent - - Francis X. Dougherty A Collector - William P. Veuve A Policeman - - - Carl Di Fiore The Expressman - - John Bale A Messenger Boy - Alfred Kavanaugh THE RBDWOOD 227 The Class of 14 With the able assistance of Fr. Ros- setti, their professor, the Freshmen have incorporated themselves into a body known as the Freshman Class Society which now takes its place beside the other organizations of the college. During the last semes- ter the class became conscious of the desirability of such a step, and now that it has been accomplished every one looks forward to a brilliant future. The honor of President fell to Fr. Rossetti and certainly no better choice could have been made. The other officers were elected as follows: John Felton Taylor, Vice-President; Frank D. War- ren, Secretary; Ed. Barbour, Treasurer, and James Beach, Sergeant-at-Arms. Already several spirited m eetings have taken place and the manner in which the members have defended themselves in forensic battle gives promise of future Websters. It is planned to terminate the year with a sumptuous banquet, and in order to provide an appetite for it several picnics to the hills will be had. A very jolly little aflFair was held in the Social Hall on February 22. It was a stag party, and dancing was the order of the evening. Under the musical guidance of Messrs. Ralph Sherzer and Arthur Guerrieri, who kindly volunteered their services for the occasion, the happy crowd waltzed and two-stepped gaily around upon a floor with which much pains In the Social Hall Sophomores ' Day had been taken. After several dances the fellows sat around to cool off " and Bobby MacHale happening in he was asked to sing. He kindly favored his audience with a Scotch s ong which brought a shower of applause upon him. But the crowd thirsted for more, and accordingly they pressed Robert E. Jef- fress into service who warbled several verses of Casey Jones. This satisfied them suflSciently, so after a few more dances they dispersed for the dormi- tories. The celebration of St. John Chry- sostom ' s Day by the Sophomores this year was transferred to March 2, as the Faculty found it in- convenient to grant the annual class day on the date of their Patron Saint. The second year men didn ' t seem to mind the delay and they fell to the enjoyment of their holiday with zest. In the morning they decided to have a ball game in which the day scholars were pitted against the boarders, the latter team losing by a score of 15-14. After the game the fel- lows donned their " peg tops ' ' and went to San Jose where they did justice to a sumptuous dinner served in the " La- moUe House. " On the evening of February 20, the students and Faculty were invited to the College Auditorium by the Seniors who had prepared a very creditable minstrel show. The treat was occasioned by Washington ' s birthday and it was worthy of a professional A Theater Party 228 THE REDWOOD stage. Hardin Barry held the aud- ience in breathless attention by lifting a five thousand pound weight (made of a cracker box painted black), while the house was plunged into roars of laughter by Harry Gallagher and Cecil Posey, who took turns at singing little humor- ous songs concerning prominent char- acters upon the campus. Joseph Ray as a " marvelous Griffin " puzzled the crowd by solving in a few seconds squares and cubes of any magnitude. The whole entertainment was evenly balanced and reflects much credit upon the men of ' ii. We sincerely hope that some of the other classes will take ex- ample from the Seniors and show us what they can do in the way of a little amusement. Whereas it has pleased Almighty God in His infinite goodness to call to A Card Himself the father of our beloved class- mate, Charles E. Mc- Sherry; and Whereas, in the death of his father, our beloved class- mate has suffered a very great loss; be it, Resolved, That we, the members of the First Academic class of Santa Clara College extend our sympathy to our bereaved classmate and his family, and, that we remember in our prayers and Holy Communions the soul of the deceased father of our said classmate; and be it further. Resolved, That a copy of these reso- lutions be sent to our said classmate, Charles E. McSherry, and, that the same be published in The Redwood. J. DE Forest Griffin i Louis T. Milburn Com. Emmett D. McCarthy ) A. 1. DiEPENBROCK. THE REDWOOD 229 BasKetball The following is the record for the basketball team up to date: Feb. 1 Santa Clara 32 San Joie Y. M. C. A. 8 " 2 " " 18 San Jose Normal 17 • ' 3 " " 22 San Jose Armory 30 " 6 " " 13 San Jose High 11 " 7 " " 12 San Jose High at S.J. 31 " 9 " " 34 San Jose Normal 21 " 11 " " 11 U. of P. atU. P. 31 " 12 " " 22 Armorj ' 20 ' •20 " " 31 Normal i9 " 22 " " 29 U. of P. at S. C. 19 " 28 " " 39 Norma l 13 March 4 " " 11 St. Mary ' s at Oakland 21 Eight wins out of twelve games — a pretty good record! University of Pacific 31 Santa Clara 11 The first big basketball game of the season was played against our old foes the " Tigers, " in their " gym ' ' Saturday evening, February nth. U. P. ' s su- perior team work and remarkable goal shooting easily decided the contest. Pacific scored almost at will, still the College fought hard. Though the fighting spirit was in the Red and White men, still the " class " which they displayed in their former games was woefully lacking. University of Pacific 19 Santa Clara 29 The Red and White " basketballers " showed a reversal of form, when they slipped one over on the mighty " Tigers " to the tune of 29-19, on our court, Feb. 27. Santa Clara showed a vast im- provement over the form they displayed in the initial contest against U. P., this time coming unto their own. As U. P. won the first game by better team work and ability to shoot baskets, so also S. C. won the last game. Each team has a game to its credit. A third and deciding game will be played in the near future and we hope to hear of a Santa Clara victory. 230 THE REDWOOD St. Mary ' s 21 Santa Clara 11 The following is a clipping from the San Francisco Examiner of March 5th, concerning the basketball game played between St. Mary ' s and Santa Clara, Saturday, March 4th, in the St. Mary ' s " gym " : " St. Mary ' s College won the first game from Santa Clara College in the series of three for the intercollegiate basketball championship by defeating the Mission Town players on the St. Mary ' s court yesterday by the score of 21 to 11. Santa Clara ' s players put up a hard and determined battle against the Oak- land collegians, but the Santa Clara forwards were practically helpless be- fore the St. Mary ' s guards and were able to pierce the stubborn defense for only three field goals during the contest. St. Mary ' s also excelled in general team work and in passing the ball. The los- ing players had the advantage in but one department of the game, showing better form than the winners in connec- ting for goals from the foul line. The Santa Clara team did its best work during the first half of the game and by clever defensive work succeeded in holding the score at that time to 7 to 6, with St. Mary ' s on the long end. Santa Clara passed the ball well dur- ing this period and managed to gain an advantage over the winners for a few minutes during the half. Burke started the scoring for the win- ning team by connecting for a goal from the field when the contest had gone two minutes. Santa Clara scored its first point from the foul line. Best putting the ball in the basket. Santa Clara made two goals from the field in the first half of the game, while St. Mary ' s was successful in negotiating three field goals. In the second half the St. Mary ' s players rushed their opponents off their feet and soon went into a decisive lead. The Santa Clara defense proved unable to cope with the Oakland players ' tac- tics, and the losers were compelled to constantly shift their men. Mallen and Russell were the stars for the winning team, while Best did the best individual playing for the losers. Mallen ' s work at guard was of an espec- ially spectacular character, while Rus- sell drew the applause of the spectators by throwing three baskets from difii- cnlt angles in the second half. It was Russell ' s work that started the rally that sent the winners into the lead. The teams lined up as follows: St. Mary ' s Positions Sanra Clara Miller Forward Ray Russell Forward Voight Forward Forward Ra r n PiTn French XJ Xl U CLl u Ahern Burke Center Best Gochuico Guard Teal Mallen Guard Leake Guard Castruccio Individual scores: Field goals, Rus- sell 3, Burke 3, Miller 3, Mallen i. Best I, Leake i, Ahern i. Foul goals, Mal- len I, Best 5. Referee — Wilson. Um- pire — Reynolds. THE REDWOO© 231 BASEBALL Santa Clara 6 Stanford 5 The second game of the season against Stanford was played February 8th, at the latter ' s field. The Univer- sity men were beaten 6 to 5 in what promised to be a one-sided contest but which developed into a hard-fought battle. Hartman and Jacobs formed the battery for the College, while Gil611an and Enderle alternated in the box for Stanford, Achi and Ganong receiving. Stanford scored in the first, Tallant tag- ging the rubber on a hit by pitcher, a stolen base and an error. Santa Clara evened matters in the next frame. Hogan walked, was sacrificed to second, took third on an error and crossed the plate on a wild pitch. The next inning was an awful slaughter with Santa Clara wielding the axe. Five walks, three errors, two stolen bases, a single and a two-buse clout rang the bell five times. After the first frame Stanford never got near enough to see the plate, but in the fifth they sure did take a good look, scoring four runs. Two hits, a walk, a hit by pitcher and three errors did the business. Hartman worked out of a nice hole in the same frame when with two out and the bags full he caught Jordan asleep at second. Fitzgerald ' s hitting featured the game, he gleaning three safeties out of four trips to the pan. Owing to darkness, the game was called at the end of the sixth inning: The summary: R. H. E. Stanford 5-3-6 Santa Clara 6-6-6 Olympic Club 6 Santa Clara 6 In an exciting ten-inning game — the feature of which was the heavy hitting of the two clubs, — the Olympic Club of San Francisco and the Varsity battled to a tie score on the College Campus, Feb. 19. The game was called at the end of the tenth with the score 6-all, to enable the Olympics to catch the train. Troy and Broderick performed for the Winged-0 men, Girot, Barry and Jacobs for the Red and White. The College took a liking to Troy ' s offering, con- necting for fourteen bingles including a three-base drive. Cereghino of the Olympics was the bitting sensation of the day, he pasting the horsebide for three two-base clouts and a single in five trips to the rubber. The game ended very sensationally in the tenth when Barry was thrown out at the plate attempting to score on a fly to left field. The summary: R. H. E S. C. 6-14-5 Olympics 6-9-6 Santa Clara San Mateo O The Varsity journeyed to San Mateo and fittingly celebrated Washington ' s birthday by plastering a coat of white- wash on the San Mateo All-stars. Girot heaved for Santa Clara and had every- thing his own way throughout the entire game, three very scattered hits being the total off his delivery while Benham was touched up for nine. 232 THE REDWOOD Girot also retired nine via the ozone route and connected for two slashing drives. Fitzgerald again had his eye on the pill getting three out of four. Batteries for Santa Clara, Girot and Jacobs; for San Mateo, Benham and Riordan. The summary: R. H. E. Santa Clara 4-9-3 San Mateo 0-3-3 Santa Clara 3 University of California 2 On the College Campus, Feb. 25, Santa Clara met and defeated California 5-2. Both teams fought hard for the lead, sensational plays cutting off many runs. Ybarrondo ' s work at second for Santa Clara and the work of O ' Kelly California ' s shortstop, easily featured the game. California scored twice in the third on three bingles and S. C. evened matters in the seventh. In the eighth three walks, two stolen bases, an error and two safe clouts brought in three runs which were easy enough to cinch the contest. Hartman and Jacobs worked for the Red and White; Has- kell, Forker and Stoner for the Blue and Gold. The summary: Santa Clara California R. H. E. 5-8-3 2-5-4 Santa Clara 3 San Mateo 1 San Mateo again met defeat a! the hands of the Varsity on the College Campus, Sunday, February 26. Rod- erick started to heave for the visitors and Santa Clara found him easy pick- ings. After Jacobs had bounded the ball over the fence, chasing in Ybar- rondo ahead of him in the 4th, Roder- ick retired in favor of Benham who held the Varsity scoreless the rest of the game. Girot faced the San Mateo team, and as in the former game held them safe. The visitors scored their lone run in the seventh. After Riordan had tripled to right, Flanagan flew to the same ter- ritory, scoring Riordan. The hitting of Ybarrondo, Irillary and Jacobs featured the game, Ybarrondo and Irillary each connecting for two safe drives. Bat- teries for S. C, Girot and Jacobs; San Mateo, Roderick, Benham and Riordan. ' J ' he summary: R. H. E. Santa Clara 3-9-0 San Mateo 1-5-4 Marco S. Zarick, Jr. THE REDWOOD YOU COLLEGE MEN! Who appreciate style and individuality in your apparel will find instant approval with our Spring Merchandise. Sprina ' St inc. Established 1865 The Home of Hart, Schaffner Marx CLOTHES Santa Clara and Market Sts. San Jose, Cal. For TOWN MARSHAL Town of Santa Clara George P. 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O i The John Stock Sons | 6 tinmrs, Hoofers and Plumbers 9 Phone San Jose 76 71-77 South First St., San Jose, Cal O Q-0-0-0-0 0-0-0--0-Q-Q-0-0-0- -0-0-0-Q--0-Q-0-0-0--0-Q-0-0--0-0-0-0-0 ' -0-0-8 MOST BUSINESS MEN LIKE GOOD OFFICE STATIONERY Regal Typewriter Papers and Manuscript Covers Represent the BEST and MOST COMPLETE LINE IN THE U. S. LOOK FOR THIS TRADE-MARK (trade MILLARD BROS. BooKs and Stationery - Fountain Pens j Pennants 25-27 E. SANTA CLARA ST., SAN 30SE, THE REDWOOD T. MUSGRAVE P. GFELL T. MUSGRAVE CO. matchmakers, 6old$s!iitbs and Silversmiths 3272 Twenty-first St, San Francisco F. A. ALDERMAN STATIONERY, BLANK BOOKS, ETC. CIGARS AND TOBACCO Baseball and Sporting Goods Fountain Pens of All Kinds Next to Postofl5ce Santa Clan The place to find GOOD Horses, Buggies ' Buses, Drivers, Etc, is at tlie VENDOME STABLES GIVE US A TRIAL F. H. ROSS, Prop. WILLIAM McCarthy co. % W% C _ Teas and Spices 373-375 West Santa Clara Street SAN JOSE Telephone San Jose 2523 Cup Selections Only Santa Clara Restaurant anfl Oyster Honse p. COSTEIv, Proprietor Ftleals at Jill Bours flJfFresh Oysters, Crabs and Shrimps every day. Oyster Loaves a Specialty Oyster Cocktails 10 and I5c. Oysters to take home: Eastern 30 cents per dozen. California 50 cents per hundred. Private Rooms for Families Open Day and Night O ' CONNOR SANITARIUM Training School for Nurses IN CONNECTION Conducted by SISTERS OF CHARITY Race and San Carlos Sts. San Jose THE REDWOOD Your Choice of Routes When Going East % % % SAN FRANCISCO " Overland Limited " Three days to Chicago via Ogden and Union Pacific. The Golden State Limited tl Via El Paso and the El Paso Rock Island Route. A beautiful trip down the Coast Line and throvigh Southern California. The Ne v Orleans Express Via New Orleans, thence by rail or via the Elegant Southern Pacific New Or- leans - New York steamers. Through tourist sleepers to Washington, D. C, with- out change. Rail and steamship tickets sold to all points including Europe, The Orient, Honolulu and Alaska. A. A. HAPGOOD, E. SHILLINGSBURG, City Ticket Agent Dist. Passgr. Agt. 40-East Santa Clara Strcct-40 SOUTHERN PACIFIC THE REDWOOD " SKY HIGH yy laam SHOES OF CLASS 74-76 South First Street 4i 4i 4 In the estimation of particular young men. Bacon ' s AERO. You ' ll find this store up to the last minute a leader in College Styles. Makes hits every day vith ne v ideas IDEAS FOR SPRING AEROS $3.50 CRESCENT Shaving Parlors J. D. TRUAX, Prop. Laundry Agency Main Street Santa Clara For Town Marshal Town of Santa Clara P. J. WALSH INDEPENDENT CANDIDATE Election Monday, April 3, 1911 George ' s Barber Shop For a Clean Shave John P. Azevedo GROCERIES Wines Liquors Cigars and Tobacco Phone Grant 106 Franklin St. Santa Clara Issued Every Week Read Every Day Best Advertising Medium Largest Circulation SANTA CLARA NEWS WE BOOST JOB PRINTING WHILE OTHERS ROOST Phone Grant 391 THE REDWOOD Use San Luis Automobile Radiator Compound Sold under a positive guarantee to give perfect satisfaction or money refunded Simply because the Power, Endurance, Speed and Length of Life of your engine depends largely on the condition of your cooling system . Prevent the destructive action of water minerals in your radiator and get the maximum of service. % 50 cents or less a month will do it. We also manufacture a boiler compound guaranteed to remove and prevent scales in steam boilers. Manufactured only by SAN LUIS COMPOUND CO., Inc. 939-945 Washington St. SANTA CLARA, CAL. All kinds of Society and Commercial Printing Nace Printing Co. PRINTERS OF THE REDWOOD 955-61 Washington Street Santa Clara MANUEL MELLO Dealer in All Kinds of BOOTS and SHOES 904 Franklin St. Cor. Lafayette R. Menzel Hardware Co. ANYTHING From a Pin to a Piledriver PROMPT SERVICE Phone Clay 331 1049 Franklin St. Santa Clara Imperial D mq $f Ckantng douse TelepKone Grant 1311 Special attention Given to Ladies Garments and Taney Goods Hepairinq of JIU Kinds 1021 FranKlin Street Santa Clara. Cal. THE REDWOOD Billy Hobson 24 South First Street San Jose, California ATTENTION! Suits -m M- o • T • x o : • Suits M Y spring Line of Suitings Made iVl have arrived. You will Made to find a great many novelties to Order shown exclusively by me. Order Suits to Order from $20 to $40 Billy Hobson 24 South First Street San Jose, California A. G. COL CO. WHOLESALE Commission Merchants TELEPHONE MAIN 309 84 to 90 North Market St., San Jose, Cal. Out " Double Check System Prevents Slips UNIVERSITY DRUG CO. Cor. Saata Clara and 8. Second Sts. San Jose THE REDWOOD If You Want a Finished FOTO HAVE BUSHNELL Take it. The Leader of San Jose Photographers 41 NORTH FIRST STREET SAN JOSE, CAL. Angehis Phone, San Jose 3802 Annex Phone, San Jose 4688 thi JIngelus and JInmx G. T. NINNIS E. PENNINGTON, Props. European Plan. Newly furnished rooms, with hot and cold water; steam heat throughout. Suites with private bath. Angelas, 67 N. First St. Annex, 52 W. St. John St. San Jose, California Ask For... Varsity Sweets COLLINS McCarthy candy COMPANY Zee-Nut and Candy Makers SAN FRANQSCO JljWe do our own Copper Plate engraving and , printing and make a Special Price to Students -;- -;- - Melvin Murgotten, Inc. PRINTERS STATIONERS San Jose, Gal. THE REDWOOD Cunningham, Curtiss Welch STATIONERS Printers, Booksellers and Blank Book Manufacturers 561-571 MARKET STREET, SAN FRANCISCO, CAL. Donx muRRv »§;§;§:-§ e : f;6it FRANK J. SOMKRS: CENTURY ELECTRIC COMPANY 42 East San Antonio Street, San Jose Phone San Jose 407 Pacific Manufacturing Co. Dealers in Doors, Windows and Glass GENERAL MILLWORK MOULDINGS Telephone North 40 SANTA CLARA, CAL. tb Hew Louvre Billiard and Urt Jiooms S3 n. 7irst Street (Kext to Victory theatre) San 3ose new Billiard Cables new manafletnent Reduced Prices Mission Hair Tonic and Dandruff Cure IT NEVER FAILS— 50c PER BOTTLE Madden ' s Pharmacy santa ciara, cai. THE REDWOOD HERNANDEZ 12 North Second St. COLLEGE TAILOR MacBride ' s Ueata Sandwich q A Dainty Confection. 5c per package For sale at Brother Kennedy ' s store GOLDSTEIN GO. INCORPORATED Costumers, Decorators and Theatrical Supplies — s s:: Largest and most complete costume house on the coast 833 Market St. San Francisco J. P. JARMAN Go. Wall Paper, Paints Etc. ESTIMATES GIVEN 88-90 South Second Street Urbani, The Tailor SOLE AGENT FOR W. T. BROWNRIDGE TAILORING CO. Suits $15,00 to $40.00 937 Main Street, Santa Clara Je vel Restaurant O. O. Brown 1022-1024 Franklin Street Santa Clara, Cal. THe RCDWOOD Freshman thp: redwood d m- mmmmmm m . imm m ' i M ( (m BM- M founded Wareb 19, 18S1 Chartered Upril 28, 18SS Santa Clara College Santa Clara, CaMomia Heif, 3ames P, Itlcmsse , 5. J., President D Mdm M M M M mm ( ' ( THE REDWOOD GUS H. KILBORN J. EMMETT HAYDEN Phone Kearny 2954 FERRY CAFE First-Class Place to Dine when near the Ferry | SEPARATE DINING ROOM FOR LADIES 34 to 40 Market Street SAN FRANCISCO Walk-Over Spring Styles Have set the fashion for SPRING buyers. jj The " Limit " || Just one of the many new styles «W Carried in All Leathers S Price $3.50, $4.00, $4.50 and $5.00 Jj Spikes and baseball shoes at low prices " OUINN BRODER ' S lUalk-Over Sboe $lore SOLE AGENTS 41-43 South First Street San Jose THE REDWOOD FOSS HICKS CO. SAN JOSE 1 Investments A select and up-to date list of just such properties as the Home-Seeker and Investor Wants i i I Firej Ofe and Accident im tSie feest Compaaties if I I rTng " suits I IF YOU WANT TO BE CLOTHED READY } FOR SPRING we are ready to give you our help and most serviceable co-operation. You f will find that f Pomeroy ' s Hand-Tailored Clothes J are right. We have received a large shipment J of new spring Suits, Hats and Furnistiings J fWe invite you all to come and see the new i styles for men and young men. f POMEROY BROS. ! 49-51 S. First St. San Jose THE REDWOOD Osborne Hall SANTA CLARA CAL Cottage System A private Sanatorium for the care and training of children suffering from Nervous Disorder or Arrested Mental Deveiopment. Under the personal management of Antrim Edgar Osborne M. D., Ph. D. Formerly and for fifteen years Superintendent of the California State Institution for the Feeble Minded, etc. Accomodations in separate cottages for a few adult cases seeking the Rest Cure and treatment for drug addictions. Rates and particulars on application. Phones, OfiSce Clay 391; Residence Clay 12 Dr. H. O. R Menton DENTIST Office Hours, 9 a. m. to 5 p. m. Rooms 3 to 8 Bank Bldg. Santa Clara Protect Your Valuables By renting a SAFE DEFOSIT BOX Sail Jose Safe Deposit Baiik Inspection Invited Convenient Rooms ■f P. Montmayeur E. Lamolle J. Origlia 36 38 n. first St San Jose, Cah Phone Main 403 Meals at all hours THE REDWOOD Mayerle s German F ye-water Makes your eyes Bright, Strong and Healthy. It gives instant relief. At all reliable dmgrgists 50 cents, or send 65 cents to Graduate German Expert Optician. Charter Member American Association of Opticians. f fin Market Street., Opp. H.ile ' 9, San Francisco. yui Phone Franklin 3379. Home Phone C-4933. Mayerle ' s Eyeglasses are Guaranteed to be Absolutely Correct Phone San Joso. 7» 1 PaeifieSMBgleaiiOoxCo. J. C. Mcpherson, Manager Dealers in WOOD COAI, AND GRAIN Pratt-Low Preserving Company PACKERS OE CANNED FRUITS AND VBGKTABI. S RICHMOND COAI. ii.oo Fruits in Glass a Specialty- Park Avenue San Jo e. Gal. Santa Clara, California S. A. ELLIOTT SON € as Fitting GUN AND LOCKSMITHING Telephone Grant 153 902-910 Main St. Santa Clara, Cal. Ring up Clay 583 and tell A. L. SHAW To bring you some Hay, Wood, Coal Lime or Cement Jacob Eberhard, Pies, and Manager John J. Eberhard, Vice-Pres. and Ass ' t Manager EBERHARD TANNING CO. Tanners, Curriers and Wool Pullers Harness-Latigo and Lace Leather. Sole and Upper Leather, Calf, Kip and Sheepskins Eberhard ' s Skirting Leather and Bark Woolskin Santa Clara, ..... California ♦-♦-♦- »-»-♦-♦-»- .( THE REDWOOD 3 Hurrah for the New Sprmg jtyles | © Winter weights weigh a ton these days. Come | in, be comfortable. tj Men are as busy about the Spring Suit table a these days as bees around a fig tree. ® ? Cj New Browns, Greys and Tans in penciled and | 9 broken stripes — all new weaves and cuts. ? $15.00 to $35.00 f i I 9 THAD. W. HOBSON CO. 16-22 West Santa Clara St. San Jose, Cal. ST — « -- J_ 1 Importer anrt SlaHufactHrer of . t. omitil. Men ' s Fine Furnishing Goods Underwear, Neckwear, Driving Gloves, Etc. SHIRTS MADEJO ORDER ,q 3 , STREET The Pastime Cafe md Pool Room Try our Special and Famous Drinks We get the sporting news of the world 28 North Fir Street San Jose, Cal. ®« Founded 1851 Incorporated 1858 Accredited by State University 1900 College Notre Dame SAN JOSE, CALIFORNIA SIXTIETH YEAR COURSES Coi,i,EGiATE, Preparatory, Commercial Intermediate and Primary Classes for Younger Children I Notre Dame Conservatory of Music, Tou ' ' nded ' ' i?9T ' APPLY FOR TERMS TO SiSTER SUPERIOR THE REDWOOD Smi Jose 6ngramg Company Photo £nqtmmQ Do you want a half tone for a program or pamphlet? None can make it better. San Jose Gn§ravinq Company 32 Lightston Street San Jose, Cal. Killam Turnitun Co. Santa Clara California ' - - - - -(k ' --i- ' - p -4 i Read tine . . . . I JOURNAL ! t Kor ttie Local News I $1.50 a Year t 913 Franklin Street Santa Clara, Cal. -©■-■ - " ■- —.• - - - » - -fr- - -» - - i I. RUTM Dcakr in Groceries and Delicacies Bams, Bacoitf Sausages, Lard, Butter, Gqgs. etc. 1035-1037 Franklin Street. Cigars and Tobacco THE REDWOOD I,. F. SWIFT, President IvBROY HOUGH, Vice-President E- B. SHUGERT, Treasurer DIRECTORS— L. F. Swift, l,eroy Hough, Henry J. Crocker, W. D. Dennett, Jesse W. I,ilienthal Capital Paid m $1,000»000 lUesterti IHeat € mpam PORK PACKERS AND SHIPPERS OF Dressed Beef, Mutton and Pork, Hides, Pelts, Tallow, Fertilizer, Bones, Hoofs, Horns, Etc. lHoiiareS) ansS ©ideii date Brands Canned Meats, Bacon, Hams and Lard G:EN:©RAI OFFIC: : sixth and Townsend Streets, San Francisco, Cal. Cable Address STEDFAST, San Francisco. Codes, Al. A B C 4tli Edition Packing House and Stock Yards South San Francisco, San Mateo Co., Cal. Distributing Houses San F ' rancisco, Oakland, San Jose, Sacramento and Stockton N. M. CLARK I . J. MORRISON Wholesale v Retail CONFECTIONERY, ICE CREAM AND SODA TAMALES AND ENCHILADAS TO ORDER Phone Clay 36 1084 Franklin St. ..J ao Jose Transfer Co. Moves Everything Thai is Loose Phone San Jose 78 Office, 62 East Santa Clara St., San Jose THERE iS N0IS1IMG BETTEH Than Our Bouquet Teas At 50 Cents Per Pound Even though you pay more. Ceylon, English Breakfast, and. Basket Fired Japan Farmers Union San Jose THE REDWOOD 0) 0) s a ovH • fH fn h !r! F-H y ann C« 3 fe Wj p 1» m X3 +j C3 +j .»H S3 • ?H «?v C be e pH C3 •1— f ;=3 ;h C3 Qh fo C 3 «5 n •o O (i) 5 |»iH i a H 1 m Ui X i H 1 1 O to u x eu h H o P THE REDWOOD When in San Jose visit Sallows Rhodes CHARQIN ' S BEST GROCERIES LOWEST PRICES I estmrmf, Srill and PROMPT DELIVERY Oyster douse Particular Attention to Telephone Orders 28-30 Fountain Street Sallows Rhodes Bet. First and Second San Jose SANTA CLARA, CAL. . . 4 J, «_ 4. «I,4 ,4. .:, .H•4•■w«•H••Jv « H« " • 4•4 • •H••l ' 4 ' 4•• • • -4 Carpets Cleaned and Relaid Upholstering ' . ' . BYERS-McMAHON CO., Inc. The Store That Saves You Money CARPETS, DPvAPERIES, FURNITURE LINOLEUMS AND WINDOW SHADES 52 W. Santa Clara St., San Jose Telephone San Jose 4192 Ravenna Paste Company Manufacturers of All Kinds of Italian and French PASTE PHONE SAN JOSE 787 127-131 N. Market St. San Jose R. E. MARSH DEAI ER IN Fomiture, Carpets, Linoleums Matting, Window Shades, Etc. Upholstering and Carpet Work a Specialty Phone Santa Clara 123 R I.O. O.F. Bldg. Santa Clara " tf Trade with Us for.,.. y. Good Service and Good Prices ' £ Special Prices given in Quantity Purcliases. Try us and be y. i convinced. 9 I VARGrAS BROS. Plaoiie Santa Clara 120 Santa Clara B«i- rft ' fe » ' ' feP« ' ' » feff " felft ' fe-P5 ' ' i Pb ' ' 5i-ft fe-ft ' ' 4i-ff5 ' fe i:i-ffi ' Ccixte.»tft« Mary Magdalene (Poem) Some Remarks on De Maupassant A Token (Poem) A Dream (Poem) Epitaphs Forgive (Poem) LoLiTA OF THE Rose Tree Motto of Class of 1914 My Friend Is Not the Weeper Blessed (Poem) Editorials Exchanges In the Library Alumni . . - . College Notes Athletics - Frank D. Warren 233 Rodney A. l oell 234 E. S. Booth 237 Frank D. Warren 238 Percy Pankhurst 240 F. Taylor 248 Rodney A. Yoell 249 Henry Wilkinson 253 Joseph F. Demartini 254 Lawrence O ' Connor 256 257 259 262 265 268 273 Nace Printing Co. Santa Clara, Cal. Entered Dec. iS, igoi, at Santa Clata, Calif, as second-class matter, under Act of Congress of March j, 1879. Vol. X SANTA CLARA, CAL., APRIL, 1911 No. 7 MARY MAGDALENi: fepentanae filled her lustrous eyes, s wild muhe anguish held her ihrall J nd ihen her lips in mournful si hs hus sadly voiced her coniriie call: " 2purn not, Jlahhoni, nor despise, hou h £reat my sin and £reai my fall. " Jle turned— a leam of c aradise Uumed is face; is figure tall Jie bowed, then sweetly hade her rise, (For£ivin£ and for£ettin£ all. (Frank J), arren. 234 THE REDWOOD SOME REMARHS ON DE MAUPASSANT ' ' H AVE you read de Maupassant? No? — ah! there is where you are unfortunate. " And the person addressed really believes himself so. Just what de Maupassant is like he has no idea, but yet, somehow the hallucination has possession of him that an immediate acquaintance with the aforesaid author is highly desirable; so accordingly he rambles thr ough the family book case and not finding the desired work, amongst the Bible or the " Practical Home Medical Practitioner " , he hies himself off to some nearby book- store, and there invests in a stray volume of the famous litterateur. To how many persons this experience has fallen I know not, but probably more individuals have received their in- troduction to de Maupassant in this manner, than through any careful and really laudable intent to widen their scope of knowledge. And what an acquaintance they have met! He is a wonderful personage, this Guy de Maupassant — bright, gay, vi- vacious, naugnty, sensuous, vulgarly vile de Maupassant. Through his works you can wander for days and weeks, yet ever and anon some new and heretofore undiscovered beauty charms and delights you. Of this fact there is no doubt: de Maupas- sant can, will and does charm you. Un- questionably this is true; yet way down deep in your heart, you question if the tales are moral. And the answer — " Oh! yes — he ' s good, very good, a little loose and perhaps at times a little too — er — naughty, but there ' s no real harm in him " , so therefore you continue to read him. Frankly, yes, he is loose and perhaps at times (but oh! mention it gently) a little too naughty, — but when one con- siders the principle on which he wrote, why, candidly, can we blame the man? And this principle inculcated into him by his master, the great Gustave Flaubert, was all the more intensified in de Maupassant because Flaubert was one of the foremost " realistic school " propagandists in all France, and we know what that means. " Anything is worthy of art, when the artist knows how to fashion it. " So runs the principle, and never was a dic- tum more fully followed. Guy de Maupassant portrays any- thing, everything — good, bad, or indif- ferent, and in so doing, the bizarre is fused with the commonplace and the material with weird, psychological phantasies, that command full admir- ation on account of their splendid hand- ling, — handling so clever and so master- ful that the queer traits and tricks of queer brains are laid plainly before us that we may behold them. It is this deft usage, that produced much of the " widely known " style of this author, and in natural consequence we are forced to ask if this " gliding oily " quality is capable of outshining THE REDWOOD 235 the brutal lewdness of some of his tales. Lewdness is lewdness and filth is filth, whether it be masked behind gilded phrases or openly thrown out in some disgusting nickle novelette. Prob- ably, or to put it more justly, it is far worse in the first case than in the sec- ond, because a man who is intelligent enough to command the attention of the reading world of several nations should have sense enough to leave untold the seducing of the innocent and the virtu- ous, and should not prostitute his talent by so doing. This de Maupassant does, and what is worse, he does it frequently and insist- ently until as much, if not more, of his literary fame depends upon bis extreme voluptuousness, rather than upon bis literary excellence. Voluptuousness, (so-called realism), is the keynote of his style, and he was lauded to the skies by others of the same ilk and clique, amongst whom, notably, we find Emile Zola, Paul Bourget, and Gustave Flaubert. The last named is directly responsi- ble for the style of de Maupassant. He was his god-father, and to borrow a phrase from a noted critic, " ... Gus- tave Flaubert gradually and patiently taught hira his profession of observer and writer. " If as we are told, he; was taught to be an observer, what scenes must he not have been led through! The only way we have of judging is by his writings, and after we read therein the fruits of these observations, we ceased to wonder that so bright a mind was veiled in in- sanit} ' ere its possessor died. This fact that be was of unsound mind may possibly soften our judgment of his works, though their evil effects can in no way be lessened. Yes, let us remember this sad fact, and permit it to mingle pity with any adverse criticism we may make. The abundance of his tales give strong evidence of a prolific mind and in numerous short stories he diverges from his voluptuous ways and writes in such a keen pure style, about such com- monplace things, that if it were not for his other writings, whose shadows dim the luster, we might indeed fill his cup with unbounded praise. Again, we find within his works an undercurrent of some subtle trait. It is hard to name or describe it, unless we use the term " psychological naturalness. " It tells of the workings of our brains, of our thought, if we were placed in the same position as the characters dealt with. De Maupassant does this be- tween the lines, as it were, aud yet it is all for the one realistic purpose, to make his characters more natural. They are wonderful beings, these puppets to his whim, and they play their parts, before us in his works, as if placed upon a stage. These characters represent life; they are not always gay; on the contrary they are frequently sad and tragic; they live their lives and die their deaths, strangely, truly, and real- istically, their hoUowness or fidelity brought forth by the masterful touches of their creator. 236 THE REDWOOD And in his stories we can sometimes trace an undefined, uncontrolled ten- dency to pessimism. It is indeed a brooding over this world ' s wickedness and frailty, yet such a condition of mind as would be nursed by a hypo- chondriac; for seldom if ever does de Maupassant draw a moral, even though he be portraying some convul- sive working of human passion. And as it happens that this phenomenon takes place in about seven out of ten of his tales, v ' e wonder why. It becomes evident as we read that be is nothing more than a mere camera, a plate on which this world ' s actions leave an image, often ugly and distorted, and from which no good is inculcated. Is this art, is this literature? to be only a passive receiver and neither in- struct or elevate. Or perhaps you agree with those who call it realism, and therefore art? No, it is not realism. True realism is made of better stuff and to suit higher intellectual and economic aims. Of a true and candid realist we have a splendid example in Charles Dickens. He was real, so real, and if I may say it, so cruel, that in reading his works we hate or pity as the case may be. Take his mob scene in Barnaby Rudge or his Nancy and Sykes episode in Oliver Twist. Are these scenes not real and true to nature? Indeed they are. Yet Charles Dickens is infinitely removed from lewdness, and his works accomplished inestimable good. But enough of this; let us to de Mau- passant himself. Born in Normandy in 1850, he grew up strong and robust, and after a good education he studied for ten years, under the celebrated author ol Madame Bovary, and then published a small volume of poems. It was insignificant and went compara- tively unknown, as did its author, until he wrote his celebrated story, " Boul- de-Suif. " This was his contribution to a collection of tales by noted authors, and like Byron, " he awoke and found himself famous. " Immediately he was proclaimed by Zola and others to be a great naturalist and in flattering articles by the same clique, he was praised as a genius. In the following ten or twelve years he wrote and published ten collections of short stories and tales, amongst them being the celebrated works, Au Soleil, L ' Inutile Beaute and Mademoiselle Fifi. Then came his novels Une Vie, Bel- Ami, Pierre ei Jean and Notre Coeur. These are splendid books and worthy of the greatest praise. And it is to be remarked in passing that in them de Maupassant rounds out his periods and drops the shorter, uglier sentence that was formerly his wont. The psychological novel, too, has be- gun to evolve from his pen and he leaves off gradually from the extreme realism of the Flaubert type and puts in its place those delicate, subtle studies that charm the reader. The regions of our heart are invaded, the veil of flesh cast aside and our frail- ties and foibles exploited under his keen analytical pen. This style was followed out in Notre THE REDWOOD 237 Coeur and Forte Comme la Mort, and at this period probably he reached the height of his career. Gradually his health broke down and the voluptuous life he led told on his intellect. His malady was somewhat foreshadowed in an earlier work called La Horla and his contemporaries were not greatly surprised w hen the end came. His mind gave out and he sank into the abyss of insanity. His thoughts, he pitifully exclaimed, flew round him like butterflies, and the world about which he had so frequentty written, re- ceded from his intellectual grasp and he died hopelessly insane in 1893. There can be no mistake that the im- pression de Maupassant left on his age was a deep one. In the realm of the short story he stands at the head; or if not the master, he should at least be numbered among the first three. The readiness of style with which he handled his plots, and the hundreds of characters he places therein excite an admiration that a fair-minded person will not deny. If he had limited himself to such tales as, The Necklace, A Bit of String and The Prisoners, he could indeed take the foremost position as a short story writer. But unfortunately be chose more fre- quently to write those stories that at best, while no one can deny their in- genuity of plot and faultless handling, should be called wanting in taste. It is a crying shame that such tales should come from a pen such as that of de Maupassant, but nevertheless it is true and we cannot change the past. The only thing we may do is to ac- cept the good in him and let the bad go by. And if our opinion of him be ad- verse, let the thought that he died in- sane, add a touch of commiseration. Rodney A. Yoeli,. A TOKlEN A token sweet Of memories fair, A token sweet Treasured with care, That fills my heart with pain. A token sweet Of days long fled; A token sweet Of friend now dead, That fills my heart with pain. E. S. Booth. 238 THE REDWOOD A DREAM AST night I dreamed a dream so bright, No words of mine Could e ' er combine To paint that scene in its true light. By angel ' s pinions upward borne I seem to stand On Heaven ' s strand Which priceless jasper did adorn. And as I gaze with wondering eye, The angel ' s strain In sweet refrain Unending, praised the Lord most high. When lo ! The beauteous shining folds Of banner fair That fluttered there My soul in ecstacy beholds; Truth, Virtue, Valor, there I trace In letters bold Of purest gold Which countless jewels interlace. And gathered round that standard bright A noble band United stand All clothed in robes of spotless white. Each brow the crown of glory wore. Me-dreamt I gaze And with amaze— THE REDWOOD 239 See! ' tis my class in days of yore! And at their head with noble mien Our teacher stands With outstretched hands Inviting me to that glad scene. So grand it all to me did seem That when I woke No word I spoke But mused, entranced by that bright dream. And then I knelt to humbly pray That God above In His great love Would make that vision true some day; That when the trumpet filled the air, The Great Roll Call Would find us all, The Class of 1914 there. Frank D. Warren. 240 THE REDWOOD EPITAPHS ( Contimced) From the climax to the aati-climax. The following inscriptions are chiefly of a jesting character. As we read we can well feel thankful that we live in an age vvhen men regard the great issues of life and death as food for serious thoughts; and that, after leading a quiet life and trying in a humble way to do our duty, we are not likely to be made notorious after our death by a jesting epitaph. ' The evil that men do lives after them The good is oft interred with their bones. ' And some of the poor creatures, whose epitaphs follow might well have been allowed to rest in peace without their failings being jested upon on inscriptions over their graves. The first, a short one, is on the un- lucky Dido, jilted by Aeneas. Taken from the Latin, it is not of course in- scr ibed on a tomb. ' ' Unhappy, Dido, was thy fate, In first and second wedded state! One husband caus ' d thy flight by dying. Thy death the other caus ' d by flying. " This is an example of a brief epitaph and where effect is desired, the author ' s wit may be appreciated. Some of the fol- lowing are so over-loaded with puns that they bore more than please the reader. As regards epitaphs generally is well to bear in mind the advice once given to a writer of fulsome epitaphs: " Friend, in your epitaph I ' m griev ' d. So very much is said: One half will never be believ ' d, The other never read. " Brevity is however not the feature of several inscriptions that now follow: To the memory of Christopher Barker a celebrated printer of Queen Elizabeth ' s time: " Here Barker lies, once printer to the Crown, Whose works of art acquired a vast renown. Time saw his worth, and spread around his fame, That future printers might imprint the same. But when his strength could work the press no more And his last sheets were folded into store, Pure faith, with hope (the greatest treasure given). Opened their gates, and bade him pass to heaven. " A shorter inscription of a typograph- ical character is to be found at Bury St. Edmunds: " Here lie the remains of L,. Gedge, Printer. Like a worn out character he has retiirned to the Foixnder, Hoping that he will be recast in a better and more perfect mould. ' ' The following example is profuse of puns and is the epitaph over the mortal remains of a Scottish printer: ' ' Sacred to the memory of ADAM WILLIAMSON Pressman printer, in Edinburgh, Who died Oct. 3, 1832 Aged 72 years. THE REDWOOD 241 All my days are loosed My cap is thrown off; tny head is worn out; My box is broken; My spindle and bar have lost their power; My till is laid aside; Both legs of my crane are turnedoutof their path; My platen can make no impression; My winter hath no spring; My round will neither move out nor in; Stone, coffin, and carriage all have failed; The hinges of my tympan and frisket are im- movable; My long and short ribs are rusted; My cheeks are much worm eaten and moulder- ing away: My press is totally down : The volume of my life is finished, Not without many errors; Most of them have arisen from bad composition and are to be attributed more to the chase than the press; There are also a great number of my own; Misses, scuffs, blotches, blurs and bad register; But the true and ancient Superintendent has undertaken to correct the whole, When the machine is again set up (incapable of decay. ) A new and perfect edition of my life will appear. Elegantly bound for duration, and every way fitted For the grand Library of the Great Author. Taken from a tombstone at Lydford in Devonshire: Here lies in horizontal position. The outside case of George Routleigh, watchmaker; Whose abilities in that line were an honour to his profession. Integrity was the Mainspring, and prudence the Regulator of all the actions of his life. Humane, generous and liberal, His hand never stopped till he had relieved distress. So nicely regulated were all his notions, that he never went wrong, Except when set agoing by people who did not know his key; Even then he was easily set right again. He had the art of disposing his time so well, that his hours glided away in one continual round of pleasiire and delight, until an unlucky minute put a period to his existence. He departed this life Nov. 14, 1802 aged .57: wound up, in hopes of being taken in hand by his Maker; and of being thoroughly cleaned, repaired, and set a going in the world to come where time shall be No More. " The following is to perpetuate the memory of a certain railway engineer buried in Bromsgrove churchyard: " My engine now is cold and still. No water does my boiler fill; My coke affords its flame no more; My days of usefulness are o ' er; My wheels deny their noted speed, No more ray guiding hand they need; My whistle, too, has lost its tone, Its shrill and thrilling sounds are gone; My valves are now thrown open wide; My flanges all refuse to guide. My clacks also, though once so strong. Refuse to aid the busy throng. No more I feel each urging breath; My steam is now condensed in death. Life ' s railway o ' er, each station ' s passed, In death I ' m stopped, and rest at last. Farewell, dear friends, and cease to weep; In Christ I ' m safe; in Him I sleep. " The next is on a Potter and his wife who lie buried at Silkstone: Out of the clay they got their daily bread,_ Of clay were also made. Returned to clay they now lie dead. Where all that ' s left must shortly go. To live without him his wife she tried. Found the task hard, took sick, and died. And now in peace their bodies lay. Until the dead be called away. And moulded into spiritual clay, " 242 THE REDWOOD In the churchyard of Aliscotnbe in Devonshire, may be read this inscription: " Here lie the remains of James Pady, brick- maker, late of this Parish, in hopes that his clay will be remoulded in a workmanlike man- ner, far superior to his former perishable ma- terials. Keep death and judgement always in your eye, Or else the devil off with you will fly, And in his kiln with brimstone ever fry: If you neglect the narrow road to seek, Christ will reject you, like a half-burnt brick ! " The following, on a dyer is even more quaint, it comes from Yarmouth: " Here lies a man who first did dye, When he was twenty-four. And yet he lived to reach the age. Of hoary hairs fourscore. But now he ' s gone, and certain ' tis He ' ll not dye any more. " These lines at Weston were placed over one who was evidently a very use- ful member of society in his time. " Here lies entomb ' d within this vault so dark, A tailor, cloth-drawer, soldier, and parish clerk; Death snatch ' d him hence, and also from him took His needle, thimble, sword, and prayer-book. He could not work, nor fight, what then? He left the world, and faintly cried, ' Amen ' ! " A Liverpool Brewer, John Scott, is thus commemorated: " Poor John Scott lies buried here; Although he was both hale and stout. Death stretched him on the bitter bier. In another world he hops about. ' ' How refreshingly resigned are the following lines which come from Upton- on-Severn! " Beneath this stone, in hope of ' iZion, Doth lie the landlord ' of the ' Lion ' , His son keeps on the business still. Resigned unto the heavenly will. " An exciseman is the subject of an epitaph at Abesford: " No super-visor ' s check he fears — Nor no commissioner obeys; He ' s free from cares, entreaties, tears. And all the heavenly oil surveys, " Soldiers and sailors have their share of quaint epitaphs. Here is an exam- ple from Dartmouth churchyard: Thomas Goldsmith, who died 1714. He commanded the ' Snap Dragon ' , as Privateer belonging to this port, in the reign of Q. Anne, in which vessel he turned pirate and amassed much riches. " Men that are virtuous serve the Lord; And the Devil ' s by his friends ador ' d; And as they merit, get a place Amidst the blessed or hellish race; Pray then ye learned clergy shew Where can this brute, Tom Goldsmith, go? Whose life was one continual evil. Striving to cheat God, Man, and Devil. " Edward Parr died in 1811, aged 38 and was buried in North Scarle Church- yard. Here is his epitaph: A soldier lieth beneath the sod. Who many a field of battle trod: When glory call ' d his breast he bar ' d. And toil and want and danger shar ' d. Like him through all thy duties go; Waste not thy strength in useless woe. Heave thou no sigh and shed no tear, A British soldier slumbers here. " Among inscriptions conveying the last resting places of persons famous in their time for size or .strength, is that on the Yorkshire Giant which reads: THE REDWOaD 243 " In memory of William Bradley (Of Market Weighton) who died May 30th, 1820; Aged 33 years. He measured seven feet nine inches in height and weighed twenty- seven stones. " (A biographer states of him that he was a man of temperate habits, never drink- ing anything but water, milk or tea, and was a very moderate eater.) Another reads thus and is to be found at Hampsthwaite: " In memory of Jane Ridsdale . . . who died ... on the 2nd of Janu- ary, 1828, in the 59th year of her age. Being in stature only 31 inches high " In the cemetery at Stamford, Lincoln- shire, is a gravestone to commemorate the famous Lambert, of extraordinary corpulency: — " In remembrance of that prodigy of nature DANIEL LAMBERT, a native of Leicester who was possessed of an excellent and convivial mind, and in personal great- ness had no competitor. He measured 3 ft. I in. round the leg; 9 ft. 4 in. round the body, and weighed 52 stones, 11 lbs. (14 lbs. to the stone.) He departed this life on the 21st of June 1809, aged 39 years. As a testimony of respect, this stone was erected by his friends in Leicester, " Puns in epitaphs have been very frequent especially in England. On Bishop Field who died in 1636 and was buried in Hereford Cathedral was written: " The Sun that light unto three churches gave Is set; this Field is buried in a grave, This Snn shall rise, this Field renew his flow- ers, This sweetness breathe for ages not for hours. " (Dr. Field had been successively Bishop of Llandaff, St. David ' s, and Hereford.) On the wall of the chancel of Kettle- thorpe Church in Lincolnshire is a tab- let to the memory of " Johannes Becke, quondam Rector istius ecclesiae. " He died in 1597. There follow these lines in quaint old characters; " I am a Becke, or river as you know And wat ' red here ye church, ye schole, ye pore, While God did make my springes here for to flow: But now my fountain stopt, it runs no more; From church and schole mi life ys now be- bereft, But to ye pore four pounds I yearly left. ' ' The flow of Parson Beck ' s charity still runs on and is annually distributed among the poor people of Kettlethorpe. Ournext example is from Peterborough Cathedral to the memory of Sir Richard Worme, obiit 1589. ' ' Does Worme eat Worme? Knight Worme this truth confirms. For here, with worms, lies Worme, a dish for worms. Does worm eat Worme? Sure Worme will this deny For Worme eat worms, a dish for worms don ' t lie. ' Tis so, and ' tis not so, for free from worms ' Tis certain Worme is blest without his worms. " The following was written on a punster: — 244 THE REDWOOD ' ' Beneath the gravel and these stones, Lies poor Jack Tiffey ' s fikin and bones; Hii flesh I oft have heard him say, He hoped in time would make good haj ' : Ouoth I, ' How can that come to pass? ' And he replied, ' All flesh is grass. ' " Among the epitaphs written by fam- ous men is the following by Swift on Dicky Pearce who died in 1728, aged 63 years. He was a famous fool; and his calling reminds us of the age when kings and nobles employed jesters for the amusement of themselves and their friends. Here lies the Earl of Suffolk ' s Fool, Men call him Dicky Pearce; His folly serv ' d to make men laugh, When wit and mirth were scarce. Poor Dick alas! is dead and gone, What signifies to cry? Dickys enough are left behind To laugh at by-and-bye. " Here is one by Byron on a South- well carrier: ' ' John Adams lies here of the parish of South- well, He carried so much, and he carried so fast He could carry no more — so was carried at last; For the liquor he drank, being too much for one, He could not carry off — so he ' s now carri-on. " The following epitaph on John Dove, Innkeeper, Mauchine, comes from the pen of Burns, most popular of Scottish poets: — " Here lies Johnny Pigeon: What was his religion? Whae ' er desires to ken. To some other warl ' Maun follows the carl. For here Johnny had none! Strong ale was ablution — Small beer persecution, A dram was momento mori; But a full flowing bowl Was the saving of his soul, And port was a celestial glory. " Rather a remarkable woman lived at Cretou. On her tombstone is inscribed: " On a Thursday she was born, On a Thursday made a bride. On a Thursday put to bed, On a Thursday broke her leg and On a Thursday died. " In Christchurch cemetery, Hampshire, is a somewhat enigmatical inscription. What can my readers make of it? " We were notslayne, but rays ' d; Rays ' d not to life, But to be buried twice By men of strife. What rest could the living have, When dead had none, Agree among you, Here we ten are one. It is said that ten drowned sailors having been buried in the sands beneath Warren Head close by, the Lord of the Manor demanded of the Mayor that they should be interred in consecrated ground. After a vigorous wrangle the Mayor complied, but, to save expense, buried all the bodies together. Another in the same churchyard reads: HEARK, HKARK, I HIiAR A VOICE THE LORD MADE SWEET BAB ES FOR HIS ONE CHOICE AND WHEN HIS WILL AND PLEASURE IS THERE BODYS HE TURNS TO DUST THEIR SOULS TO RAIN WITH CHRIST ONE HIGH WITH EVERLASTING BLESS. 1720. And again another: THE REDWOOD 245 At the ester end of this free stone, here doeth ly the lettle bone, of Water Spurrer that fine boy, that was his friends only joy. He was dround at Milham ' s Bridg the 20 of August 1691. An epitaph upon husband and wife, who died, and v ere buried together. The author is Richard Crashaw who lived in Charles I time. ' ' To these, whom Death again did wed, This Grave ' s the second Marriage Bed. For though the hand of Fate could force ' Twixt Soule and body a Divorce; It could not sever Man and Wife, Because they both lived but one Life. Peace, good Reader, doe not weepe. Peace, the Lovers are asleep; They (sweet Turtles) folded lye In the last knot that love could tye. [And though they lie as they were dead. Their pillow stone, their sheets of lead; Pillow hard, and sheets not warm. Love made the bed, they ' ll take no harm] Let them sleepe, let them sleepe on, Till this stormy night be gone. And the eternal morrow dawne; And they waken with that Light, Whose day shall never sleepe in Night. — Richd. Crashaw, 1646. Those four lines, according to Ellis, are from an old M. S. and are probably not Crashaw ' s. An Anatomical Epitaph on an In- valid written by Himself. " Here lies an head that ' often ach ' d; Here lie two hands that always shak ' d; Here lies a brain of odd conceit; Here lies a heart that often beat; Here lie two eyes that daily wept. And in the night but seldom slept; Here lies a tongue that whining talk ' d; Here lie two feet that feebly walk ' d; Here lie the midriff and the breast, With loads of indigestion prest: Here lies the liver, full of bile, That ne ' er secreted proper chyle; Here lie the bowels, human tripes, Tortur ' d with wind and twisting gripes; Here lies the livid dab, the spleen, The source of life ' s sad tragic scene; That left side weight that clogs the blood, And stagnates nature ' s circling flood; Here lie the nerves, so often twitch ' d With painful cramps and poignant stitch; Here lies the back, oft rack ' d with pains. Corroding kidneys, loins and veins; Here lies the skin by scurvy fed. With pimples and eruptions red! Here lies the man, from top to toe, That fabric fram ' d for pain and woe. " The following seem almost at times to mock at death. To what state had re- ligion fallen that such atrocities could be tolerated in churchyards! On a Parish Clerk: " Here lies, within this tomb, so calm. Old Giles; pray sound his knell; Who thought no song was like a psalm, No music like a bell. " On another Parish Clerk, a Thomas Hammond, who was an excellent Back- gammon player and was succeeded in his office by a Mr. Trice: " By a chance of the die, On his back here doth lie Our most audible clerk, Master Hammond; Tho ' he bore many men, ' Till three score and ten. Yet at length he by Death is back-gam- mon ' d. But harkl neighbors, hark! Here again comes the clerk; By a bit very lucky and nice. With death we ' re now even; He just stepped to heaven. And is with us again in a Trice. ' ' 246 THE REDWOOD OQ an old woman who sold Pots at Chester: " Beneath this stone lies Cath ' rine Gray, Chang ' d to a lifeless lump of clay; By earth and clay she got her pelf, Yet now she ' s turn ' d to earth herself. Ye weeping friends, let me advise, Abate your grief, and dry your eyes; For what avails a flood of tears; Who knows but in a run of years, In some tall pitcher, or broad pan, She in her shop may be again? " To the Pye-house memory of Nell Batchelor, the Oxford Pie- Woman: " Here, into the dust The mouldering crust Of Eleanor Batchelor ' s shoven: Well vers ' d in the arts Of pies, custards, and tarts. And the lucrative skill of the oven. When she ' d lived long enough. She made her last puff — A puff by her husband much praised; Now here she doth lie. And makes a dirt pie, In hopes that her crust shall be rais ' d. " On a certain miser: " Here lies one who for med ' cines would not give A little gold, and so his life he lost: I fancy now he ' d wish again to live. Could he but guess how much his funeraj cost. ' ' On a lawyer: ' ' Entombed within this vault, a lawyer lies, Who, fame assureth us, was just and wise; An able advocate, and honest too! — That ' s wondrous strange indeed! —if it be true. Poet and On Sir John Vaubrugh, Architect, by Dr. Evans: " L,ie heavy on him, earth! for he Laid many a heavy load on thee. " On a whole Family cut off by the Small-pox: " At once depriv ' d of life lies here A family to virtue dear. Tho ' far remov ' d from regal state. Their virtues made them truly great. Lest one should feel the other ' s fall, Death has, in kindness, seiz ' d them all. " On a lady: " Here is my much-lov ' d Celia laid. At rest from all her earthly labours! Glory to God! peace to the dead. And to the ears of all her neighbours. " On a lady ' s cat, by Harrison: And is Miss Tabby from the world retir ' d? And are her lives, all her nine lives, expir ' d? What sounds so moving, as her own, can tell How Tabby died, how full of play she fell? Begin, ye tuneful nine, a mournful strife, And ev ' ry Muse shall celebrate a life. " On a Blacksmith: " My sledge and hammer lie declin ' d My bellows too have lost their wind; My fire ' s extinct, my forge decay ' d. My vice is in the dust all laid; My coal is spent, my iron gone, My nails are drove, my work is done. My fire-dried corpse here lies at rest. My soul, smoke-like, soars to be blest. ' ' A whimsical inscription: " Here lies the body of Sarah Sexton, Who as a wife did never vex one; We can ' t say that for her at th ' next stone. " On a Miser: " Iron was his chest. Iron was his door, His hand was iron, And his heart was more. " Another runs: ' ' Beneath this verdant hillock lies Demar, the wealthy and the wise. THE REDWOOD 247 His heirs, that he might safely rest, Have put his carcase in a chest; The very chest in which, they say. His other self, his money, lay. And, if his heirs continue kind To that dear self he left behind, I dare believe that four in five Will think his better half alive. " On Captain Jones who published some marvellous accounts of his travels, the truth of all which he thought proper to testify by AFFIDAVIT. " Tread softly, mortals, o ' er the bones Of the world ' s wonder, Captain Jones! Who told his glorious deeds to many, Yet never was believed by any. Posterity, let this sufiBce, He swore all ' s true, yet here he lies. " Another on an honest sailor: ' ' Whether sailor or not for a moment avast! Poor Tom ' s mizen top-sail is laid to the mast; He ' ll never turn out, or more heave the lead; He ' s now all a-back, nor will sails shoot a-head; He never was brisk; and, tho ' now gone to wreck. When he hears the last whistle he ' ll jump upon deck. ' ' The following epitaph, to be seen on the grave of a shoemaker in a Cumber- land churchyard, appeared in the " Liv- erpool Daily Post. " It may prove a novelty to some readers: — " My cutting board ' s to pieces split, My size-sticks will no measure make. My rotten last ' s turned into holes, My blunted knife cuts no more soles; My hammer ' s head ' s flown from the haft, No more ' Saint Mondays ' with the craft; My nippers, pincers, stirrup rag, And all my kit have got the bag; My lapstone ' s broke, my colour ' s o ' er. My gum-glass froze, my paste ' s no more. My heel ' s sew ' d on, my pegs are driven — I hope I ' m on the road to Heaven. " On another Cobbler: " Death at a cobbler ' s door oft made a stand, And always found him on the mending hand; At last came Death, in very dirty weather, And ripp ' d the sole from ofE the upper leather. Death put a trick upon him, and what was ' t? The cobbler call ' d for ' s awl. Death brought his last. " Imitated from the French: " His last great debt is paid — poor Tom ' s no more; Last debt! Tom never paid a debt before. " On a very idle fellow: " Here lieth one that once was born and cried, Liv ' d several years, and then — and then— he died. " On a scolding wife: " Here lies my wife; poor Molly! let her lie: She finds repose at last — and so do I. " From an Essex tombstone: ' ' Here lies the man Richard, And Mary his wife; Their surname was Pritchard; They liv ' d without strife; And the reason was plain — They abounded in riches; They no care had nor pain, And the wife WORE THE BREECHES. " Another tomb, a friend tells me he has seen, shews a hand pointing down- wards and the words (simple, if expres- sive) GONE HOME. It is said that Charles 11 of England in a moment of levity asked the Earl of Rochester to write his epitaph. The latter immediatelv wrote: 248 THE REDWOOD " Here lies our mutton-eating king, Whose word no man relied on; Who never said a foolish thing:, Nor ever did a wise one. " On which the King wrote this com- ment: " If death could speak, the king would say, In justice to his crown, His acts they were his ministers ' , His words they were his own. " On the tomb of the historian Charles Knight, Jerrold with that brevity, which is the soul of wit, summed up al his sentiments in these words: " Good Knight. " — With this our curtain falls. Percy Pankhurst. FORGIVE " Father, forgive ! Thine anger stay; Father, forgive ! Though Me they slay They know not what they do. Father, forgive ! Still Christ does pray Father, forgive ! When sinners stray They know not what they do. F. Taylor. THE REDWOOD 249 LOLITA or THE ROSE TRIIE: (A TALE or MONTEREY) IT was at the ball given by the com- mandant of the presidio, that he first met her. To the svveet voice of the violin and the soft tinkling of the guitar, she had danced. The click of the Castanet kept time with her nimble feet, and her swaying, swirling body, clad in black silk with golden trimmings was the cynosure of all gazes. Ah! how she danced the fandago that warm starlit eve, her face all aglow, her ej es, big, brown, lustrous, lit with the spirit of fun, and her long black tresses, the folds of which set oif coyly a deep crimson rose. Yes, yes, indeed, she was the queen of the ball. Pretty maidens there were, but the dimpled cheek, the alluring eye and smiling car- mine lips of L,olita Sanchez, surpassed them all. The men stood in groups as she danced, and with admiring eyes watched her as she swirled, here — there — everywhere, filling the room with her clear, musical laugh, and merry jests. And as she would flash by one group, now another, she would perform some intricate step, or else gaily taunt, and then would be off, knowing that a heart thrilled at her voice. Just how many hearts she did control no one inew, but dozens of gallant caballeros would lounge by and with adoring glances ask for a dance. But who? yes who was her favorite? who was her knight, this dashing Reina del Vailef The gray stately gossips in the corner, would argue the suit first of one, then another, a favored cousin or nephew, perhaps. But the general opinion was that one Don Fausto was to be the lucky man. Don Fausto Alexandro Victor De Grogra, was a stately man indeed. Per- haps the tales of his bulging money bags or of his thousands of fattened beeves which roamed the hills height- ened the impression, but when one viewed him — his round f ace set off by a wide lace collar, and his corpulent body clothed in gold braided suit of the most expensive blue velvet, lined with red silk, — one ' s opinion was surely strength- ened. And indeed the rumor had some ground. He was frequently seen in her company and certain it was that his guitar tinkled more often under her window on a warm balmy evening than did any other. Lolita however, was fickle. Had not Jorge Lareno held the same place in public opinion until the fat and opulent Don Fausto hap- pened upon the scene? Yet at the ball that summer ' s eve there was one with whom above all others Lolita yearned to waltz. A pas- sing introduction, a promise for the last waltz, and she had passed on, but in the late hours when the time came around for the dance finale Lieutenant Henry Sanders sought her out, and bow- 250 THE REDWOOD ing low — bowing in a manner that a gentleman should — he claimed his prom- ise. Ah! what a dance it was. They were a perfect pair: he — tall and handsome, his rich military uniform fitting him perfectly, and she — quick, vivacious, alluring. Yes, no wonder the dancers gazed at them. The graceful gliding pair were the personification of the dance itself. After the dance he escorted her home and as he left, she turned and plucking the crimson fiowerlet from her hair, handed it to bim, and said coyly, " call tomorrow, se7wr. " A warm sunlit afternoon, the ocean breezes tempering the air nicely, and dispelling any heat. The waters of the bay bounded in the gentle wind, and lapped, and splashed one another, until the whole scene was a glinting mass of heaving blue dashed with white. On the beach, breakers pounded, and a long writhing, seething line of foam stretched as far as the eye could see. Here and there were brown tangles of kelp, and a fisherman rowed his tiny skiff far out on the boundless deep. Such was the scene they looked upon, he leaning back comfortably in his chair, and she sitting across a small table from him. A book lay by her side, but unnoticed, as she idly picked at the strings of her guitar; and looking afar oflf into the distance, with the love light shining in her eyes, she sang softly — sweetly, a verse from a quaint little love ballad. Sanders smiled: he understood Span- ish slightly, " and do you really love me, Lolita? — love me enough to go away with me? " " Ah yes — yes indeed, my brave cap- tain. To you do I give my whole af- fections. " She smiled, — then with a merry laugh she continued, " Last week, Don Fausto asked my hand in mar- riage. It was in the evening and a starry warm eve it was. I told him I could give him his answer, ' manana ' and he, fat fool that he is, did not un- derstand. And oh! the next day when he came, and — I — I told him that I loved but you, how he did storm! It was a great fat wrath like himself, but it did no good, for I love but you — you, mi querido. " " Yes, Lolita. I too love you. Some day we will marry and go far from here, far, far over the ocean, back to my land, God ' s country. " And then a gentle wind came and rustled the green leaves of the fig tree beneath which they were sitting. The vesper bell rang sweetly, and the sun declined in a halo of gold. Then he left — left with a kiss implanted on her lips, and went back to his quarters in the barracks. There was bustle and stir at the old adobe barracks in the presidio; trunks were being packed, for several of the oflScers were ordered to return home within three days. Lieut. Henry Sanders sat on the top of his packed trunk. In his right hand THE REDWOOD 251 he held the order from Washington, and in the other was a small miniature. It was of Lolita, skilfully painted on ivory, pretty, smiling, and plump of face. He read the letter again, then looking fondly at the picture, he kissed it and murmured softly, " Lolita, L,olita. " It was the last day, the ship was loaded and the home-goers were hurry- ing aboard. Sanders walked slowly down the main street and then enter- ing the curiously wrought iron gate, he passed into the patio, and there sat Lolita. Her eyes glistened with tears as she looked up, and taking his kiss upon her tear-dampened face, she spoke in a broken voice. " The last day, senor Ah! mi querido, how I have hated its coming, the days have passed so quickly — three days it is since you told me — by all the saints, it seems like three hours. " " Lolita — Lolita, don ' t talk like that! I — I — God knows it ' s hard to part, but I ' ll be back, I ' ll return. " " You will return? Ah! thank God! how I will await your coming! " Suddenly a dull boom broke the silence. Sanders started, siezed Lolita in a fond embrace, and was about to leave, when on a thought, he turned and said, " Lolita, take this as a token. " He took a rose that was entwined in the braid of his uniform and handed it to her. " Plant this " , he said, " ' tis fresh and will grow, and when in the next spring, this plant bears flowers, roses, I will be back — back to claim you. " He kissed her, and with his cheek still moist from her tears, he left the court yard, the patio, and disappeared down the little crooked, dusty street. A year passed. The warm spring came, and in answer to the gentle caress of the sun, the flowers burst into bloom. The tiny plant bore three roses, which, in time, grew under her fostering care, and showed their carmine petals to the sun. Lolita waited every day, leaning over her garden gate and anxiously looking forward for his arrival. On those days when ships came into the blue waters of the bay, she would be among the first to gain the shore, and excitedly await the landing of the boat. Many times she had left the water ' s lapping edge and walked to the cottage sadly silent. Then in the long twilight evenings of the summer, she would sit quietly, un- derneath the drooping branches of the fig tree, and would let her thoughts drift hazily back to those sweet times when he had sat beside her, and her love songs filled the silent air. " Ah! " ' she would say with a sigh, " he was noble, brave, handsome — not in the least, like these men here. Why, here they are either fat, thin, bold or foolish. Some are forward, others are backward, but he, ah! he is excellence personified. Just the man — handsome — brave and generous, mi querido — mi querido — mi querido r And then she would fall into a rev- erie, the night air would become chilly, and the stars would twinkle down on 252 THE REDWOOD her. Then the old serving maid, half mexican, half indian, would come, and throwing a mantilla over her, would lead her into the house, and to her bed. " She is not like she used to be, " said the servant; " paler are her cheeks and she no longer laughs as she used to. Madre de Dios! I fear something is wrong with her. " Yes, indeed, something was wrong with her. The love which she bore was unreturned; her passion felt no re- sponse; her heart, warm, full and burn- ing with a love strong, passionate and almost superhuman, felt no answering throb in her idol, her self created God. The blood that flowed in her veins was the impassioned blood of Spain, that blood which is as adoring in its love, when given, as in its bate when hated. And thus ran the current of her life. Summer came, and then winter with its sere and austere fingers nipped the roses of the vine, and tore their black- ened, shriveled petals on the ground. Fiestas also came and went, but only one had she attended. And when en- couraged by dance, a certain fat and opulent suitor had reaflBrmed his yearn- ing suit, she had indignantly stamped her dainty foot, and pouting her ruby lips cried out, " Don Fausto, I am ashamed of you. Well do you know, my betrothal to the dashing Captain Sanders. Why, he might return to- morrow, insolent sir! " " Ah! yes, " replied Don Fausto with a shrug of his indolent shoulders and a puff of smoke, " 5 senorita, he might return manana. ' ' And in expectations of manana, Lolita every day leaned over her gar- den gate. Always looking down the winding dusty street where she had last seen his handsome clean-cut figure disappearing towards the embarking place. Months passed on but still she waited, and on her face, a constant look of anxious expectancy, slowly but surely implanted itself. Again summer came, winter followed, but she waited, then came several ships, and rumor had it, that he was a great general in a great war. But Lolita, now a middle aged woman, only smiled and said plaintively, " he will return. " " Perhaps he can not, " said some. Others scoffed and doubted his love, but in spite of it all Lolita ever waited. The rose, now grown from a tiny plant into a large tree, cast its blossoms forth and the whole adobe gateway was filled with their splendor. Then came strange tales of his death, but she only smiled and uttered her plaintive words, " he w ill return. " And so she ever waits, and if you go to Monterey and see, leaning over an adobe gate-way, ' neath a bower of roses, a white haired, withered old woman, you will know that she was faithful to her love, for it is L,olita of the rose tree. RODNKY A. YOBI,!,. THE REDWOOD 253 MOTTO or CLASS OF 1914 (VERITAS, VIRTUS. VALOR) ROUDLY unfold our banner bright, That all our motto fair may see; A herald sure of victory — Along life ' s path — a beacon light. Upon its graceful folds and wide, God-given Truth, in beauteous rays We ' ve first inscribed, that through our days It may our footsteps ever guide. Next thereon gleams with brilliancy. Sweet Virtue, which this earthly sphere Makes heavenly; and in the ear Wakes sounds of purest harmony. We lastly Valor ' s name employ, Whose might and strength a weapon form To overcome temptation ' s storm, And Truth ' s and Valor ' s foe destroy. Here classmates ! pledge we one and all, To keep unstained our banner fair; To shirk no task, no labor spare, Whene ' er Truth, Virtue, Valor call. Henry Wilkinson. 254 THE REDWOOD MY FRIEND I was to leave my old home in a few moments to begin my four year ' s course at the University, and as I gazed out of my window on that beautiful morning, upon the view I had so often ad- mired before, I commenced to realize what it really meant to be separated from persons and surroundings so dear to me. I lingered for a moment, before going down stairs to say the last good- bye, and looked out wistfully upon the blue waters of the bay. There was Alcatraz, tiny Alcatraz, as innocent looking as a new born babe; and Angel Island with its evergreen banks, while farther to the west lay the smooth watery plateau of the Golden Gate. I felt something twitching my heart strings as I took my last farewell of this beautiful familiar scene that had been for years the first sight to greet me every morning after I arose. — Just then, as I turned away from the window, the door of my room opened, and in walked Father. I think we read each other ' s thoughts. He had not much to .say. " Good bye, my sou, " was about all he spoke; ' ' re- member to choose your friends. " i clasped his hand tightly, murmuring " good bye " , and then descended with him. I ran the gauntlet of good-byes and tears from the other members of the family and as the door slammed behind me, I strove to forget what had passed, in the excitement and novelty of the life before me. I sat in a Morris rocker that was somewhat the worse for wear, waiting the return of my room mate. It was a night that fostered the sentimentality that had been growing within me ever since I had met Iris. — Iris! Ah! my heart re-toned the words and gave them to the moonbeams which played in through the open window and oflFered combat to the deep shadows of my Col lege room. Iris! the voice of the night gave back the name, — but with it all came uncer- tainty. 1 pulled hard at my pipe that had almost died while I had given birth to my many dreams. Puff, puff, the blue- ish smoke rode the silver threads out into the mysterious night and disap- peared, still climbing toward the moon. " Iris! " my lips involuntarily shaped the name. A queer little flower of a girl she was. My presents were ac- cepted, my attentions apparently recip- rocated, but — well, that question would be answered tonight. Again I won- dered when would he be back? — my room-mate — my friend, one whom I had not picked, but one who had picked me. My dad ' s words arose now, " pick your friends. " — Well, in this case it had not been optional for me. But — he was every inch a friend and ray liking for him was increasing at the thought that he looked up to me as a master, as one perfect, as one — I would not be using THE REDWOOD 255 hyperbole if I said a brother. Of late he had become infused with much the same — er — well, yes, love, as myself; but perhaps he was a bit more serious, or felt it more, or — I don ' t know — but he was — had become more taciturn of latei and once I had heard him sobbing. But thanks be! tonight he had borrowed my full dress to find answer to the question from bis sweetheart, which I would put to Iris. When I had tried to brace him up the other evening he became worse. At last I questioned him. He did not dare to answer straightway, but that night when about to retire be astonished me and said, " Well, a good confession is a brace for the heart. You see it ' s this way, Dan. A girl, — she means everything to me, — I — well, you know, if I had the money you have — but then, I haven ' t. Yes, there is someone giv- ing her presents, Dan, expensive pres- ents, and, and — she doesn ' t want to speak of him — just laughs, you know, and makes herself a big puzzle for a small woman. " Thus I came to know what had been worrying him. This was the first time he had ever spoken of a girl to me, though I had guessed as much as he told me from his actions. And as I awaited his return, I wondered what success attended him — what success would attend me .... Probably an hour passed. " Dan! Dan! — you — what do you think? well, I guess yes — accepted thank God! by the finest little woman in the world — oh! I am — but — you see I broke away remembering that you in- tended using this suit, and Dan, you ' ll have the same luck with yours. A cigar on that! " I took him up. I dressed scrupulously and had taken the last look of satisfaction at the reflection in the mirror, when I felt something in the inside pocket — I was on the point of looking at it — when I thought, perhaps I had better not. I like to do nothing surreptitiously. " Say, Tom, " I called — he was sitting in the other room — " I ' ll leave the con- tents of your pocket on my bureau. " " Dan, have a look at my bride-to-be, sure. " Full of curiosity, I stepped beneath the light. " lyord! Iris! her picture; but impossible — preposterous! Then how in the—? " " What Dan! don ' t you like her? No picture does her justice. I ' ll take you over some night if you — " I did not hear the rest. My head ran in a whirl — I stepped into the sit- ting room — Tom sat in the Morris rocker, his feet upon the sill, smoking. I gave him the picture. He took it and pressed his lips against it. " I — er — Tom, I will not go — I am, " — he did not hear nie, but still gazed at the picture in his hand. " Good night, Tom, lucky Tom, good night. I am going to the frat. " He heard me not, but still held the picture to his lips. Jos. F. Dhmartini. 256 THE REDWOOD IS NOT THE WEEPER BLI:SS1:D? B EHOLD ! Fm glad for I can weep alone. Behold ! I ' m blessed for all the tears I shed. Like rain that comes from weeping skies above To give refreshment to some withered rose, My tears give life to this my broken heart By washing all its wordly stains away. For they are tears of sorrow without name— These dew drops of the soul that fill my eyes. Transparent they — yet lo ! I cannot see This lonely sinful world through them. — Still look ! A moment, — and I see the face of Him That breathed into my breast the mist of grief — But in that holy breath a blessing fell. And now my tears as Holy Water pure, When they in sorrow fall upon my soul, They bathe it, cleanse it, make it wholly His. — So tell me now in truth, am I not blessed? Lawrence O ' Connor. THE REDWOOD 257 T edmmd Published Monthly by the vStudknts of Santa Clara College r ie object of the Redjuood is to give proof of College ndusliy, to record College Doings and to knit closer together the hearts of the Boys of the Present and of the Past. EDITORIAL STAFF EXECUTIVE BOARD Chris A. Degnan President Herbert L,. Ganahl Lawrence P. O ' Connor ASSOCIATE EDITORS Exchanges Lawrence P. O ' Connor In THE Library .... Rodney A. Y0E1.L Alumni - . . . . - Joseph F. Demartini College Notes . . . . Aloysius I. Diepenbrock Athletics Marco S. Zarick, Jr. BUSINESS MANAGER Herbert L. Ganahl ASSISTANT BUSINESS MANAGER Frank D. Warren alumni correspondent Alex. T. Leonard, A. B., ' 10. Address all communicatious to The Redwood, Santa Clara College, California Terms of subscription, $1.50 a year; single copies, 15 cents EDITORIAL COMMENT The Freshman class has requested entire year. This class has among its us to publish The Redwood this month members many talented writers, and, as the Freshman number. We could we feel assured that this issue of The see no reason why this Redwood will be a representative one. request should not be Under the able direction of their pro- granted, as the lower fessor, they have organized their class, class men have mani- and the success which thej-- have met fested a high degree of spirit and good thus far proves the advantages that fol- will toward the magazine during the low the step they have taken. 258 THE REDWOOD The question has been asked whether it would be advisable to devote the lit- erary contents of a college magazine solely to each of the different classes, in successive numbers. Many weighty arguments can be advanced, both favor- able and adverse. The College magazine is an organ of all the students, and naturally all con- tributions should at all times receive due consideration. It may be said that the various articles from each class would receive attention, when the pub- lication of its number was in order. But a difficulty arises from the fact that several from different classes are regu- lar contributors who submit excellent work each month, and it would seem an injustice to them and a detriment to the magazine to refuse to con.sider their work until their class number was to be issued. The well brilanced College peri- odical should contain the short story, the literary essay and the poem, and naturally, for this end, manuscripts from every class should be solicited. Thus, for the Vjest effect, and to make a thor- oughly representative College journal we think it advisable to continue as we have been doing in the past and not limit each number to a separate class. This year Nature is prepared for the Easter season. All serene, in green garbed glories she displays her beauties to meet the holy sea- son. How exhilarating it is to leave the more prosaic routine of stu- Valley . athletics and wander afoot over the green hills or down through the fair Santa Clara Val- ley, fragrant with the scent of ten mil- lion blossoms! And now that the time Easter in the Santa Clara is drawing near for the -more serious work of preparing for examinations, nothing could serve to make one more fit for the ordeal than to leave books for a day ' s stroll through this vale, as beautiful as it is unique. Though the fatigue of walking is a little severe, one is amply repaid, by the pleasures of the other self, in contemplating Nature and Nature ' s God, as he gazes upon the panorama of beauty spread out before him in the glowing sunset. The filmy clouds lingering around the crests of the higher mountains, give one the impres- sion of an elfin land and he can appre- ciate more fully the joys of living. Alumni Number The next issue of The Redwood will be the Alumni number and we take this opportunity of inviting our Alumni to contribute. As is the custom, the Hterary con- tents will be the writ- ings of the old students and we are anxious to receive as many manuscripts as possible. Hach year the loyalty of the Alumni has asserted itself, and the Alumni Number has in every case been a gratifying success. We are not in the least skeptical but that such will be the case this year also. Each Alumnus is anxious to hear something of another and it is often only through the medium of The Redwood that this can be ac- complished. If then, any one should have a note or a few words concerning some of the " old boys " we should be glad to welcome it, and those who have leisure to write a poem, story or essay, can rest assured that their efforts will be appreciated. Those who have not the time, — well, let them write any way. C. A. Degnan. THE REDWOOD 259 Notre Dame Quarterly The neatness and dignity of the Notre Dame Quarterly elicited our sd- miration this month more than did the latest arrivals of college literature; and it must be said that its appear- ance which is unimprov- able as far aspresentability is concerned, agrees in perfect harmony with its sin- gular contents. Some magazines which find their way into our hospitality are passably good reading during the hours of relaxation when human endeavor is bent to dis- cover that which will divert the mind: others are good — if you like them. This is indeed a hard condition but it is also the quintessence of truth. The Notre Dame Quarterly however, needs no qualifying phrases. When we receive it we rest satisfied that it will not only prove the best reading, but will invaribly be a source of instruc- tion. The present issue dedicated to Marcella Fitzgerald is no exception to the rule. Too much cannot be said of this poet- ess. The peace, the sunshine, the charity which were imbibed during those years of study under the kindly direction of the vSisters have obviously taken permanent abode in the golden chambers of her heart. California is proud to have such a heart sing its charms and not less, I dare say, are the Sisters who first taught her to arrange her thoughts into verses that now sing her name among the poets of this golden state. The task of choosing one of the many poems to quote is a hard one, to be sure. Hence I have opened the book with my eyes shut to decide what verse we shall cite, knowing the while that any is well worthy of this small distinction. EVENING AT NOTRE DAME Another day has written out its record Of good and ill upon the book of life, And evening ' s pitying angel shuts the volume Upon the story of earth ' s toil and strife; Another day — a day of summer beauty — Laid with its kindred in their dreamless rest, Where amethystine lines with amber blending Bound the bright realms of cloud-land on the west. Above the mountains, robed in twilight ' s pur- ple, The stars come forth in beauty, one by one, Glorious as spirits of earth ' s. sainted martyrs, Bright as the fadeless splendor they have 260 THE REDWOOD Beyond the Convent ' s fragrance-breathing gar- den, Beyond the shadows of its quiet wall, The tides of life, like summer ocean ' s breaking. On shell-strewn beaches, softly rise and fall. Mellowed by distance comes the dying mur- mur Of noisy bustle from the busy mart; But here is peace— God ' s peace, deep and eternal. In this His chamber of the city ' s heart. Yes, here is peace — such peace as floods the spirit When moriting sets day ' s golden gates ajar. And grateful earth looks up from dews refresh- ing; And earliest bird-notes hail the morning •tar; Peace on each face and in each throbbing bosom. As, gathering now in the soft twilight haze Around Our Lady ' s shrine, with hearts up- lifted, Sweet voices carol a glad hymn of praise; And, blending with the anthem to our Mother, Our pleading wish for blessings bright and fair On those whose love has wooed our wandering spirits. Back to this tender atmosphere of prayer; Has won us back unto the Convent ' s shelter. Eager as children wearied wandering far. To lay awhile before the pitying Savior Our portion of earth ' s turmoil, strife, and jar; To quaff from founts of heavenly consolation Strength for the present, healing for the past. And grace to walk in firmest faith unflinching Where ' er the future of our lives be cast. MaRCEI,I,A A. FiTZGBRALD. The article this month in The Dial, " Jack London, " hardly comes up to the expectations which the exchange The Dial editor entertained when he read the inviting title. A man such as Jack Loudon unfortu- nately happens to be, has missed the end of a writer. His logic, if it might be called that for sake of argument is er- roneous and deplorable. And for us to flatter him with laudations for having discovered something new to write about, is not, to put it mildly, in good taste. To the knowedge of the exchange editor Socialistic and Atheistic writers have had their soap bubbles float for a time upon the air of foolish acceptance, but it was not for long. Jack ' s irridescent globule, alas! has at last burst, with but comparatively small detonation. Let him turn from the prehistoric brute man and dogs to writing something more in keeping with good literature and per- haps he may gain the pedestal which the writer of the essay — all too kindly — has marked out for him, that of the foremost novelist of the day. The story appearing under " Louie the Bear " is fascinating throughout. But for the end which was a trifle flat, it might be pronounced an exceptionally good tale. The verse is good. There is a series of writings upon Eddyism in the West Coast Magazine which would redeem any faults, did they exist, that might mar the high standard of this monthly. Though it is not a college periodical — and consequently West Coast Magazine THE REDWOOD 261 we are going a little afield in speak- easily found iu better known magazines. ing of it in this column — we must What further enhaces the value of this say that some profitable moments monthly is a number of full page cuts have been expended upon its con- of California scenes which in themselves tents. make the book worth while. The arrangement is unique having Our congratulations to the " Angel " some entertaining short stories, several McGroarty whose name explains the instructive articles and commentaries energy and verve and literary atmos- upon questions of the hour with just phere of the West Coast Magazine. enough good verse to lend a zest not I awrence O ' Connor. 262 THE REDWOOD ts3 2ii.wr;..«i The novel that the American reading world wants today is one which will take their minds oflf the cares of busi- ness when the day ' s Rosemary , , „ work IS done or one by J. Vincent ,, , ... ,. , - . that will reheve tlie Huntington . • i u monotony of social ob- ligations. The demand is certainly sup- plied. On every side we find book stores advertising such novels, and get- ting good prices on account of their " lateness, " while down beneath the magazine rack or under the dime novel, we are shown the masters of English fiction, Scott, Dickens or Thackery. The books advertised, as every one will admit, will in nine cases out of ten be absolutely inferior to the works of the above named authors in regard to style, plot and handling, yet they take great precedence over the latter in point of popularity. Accordingly we find the book sellers asking the publishers, and the publish- ers asking the authors for books that will be popular, and the books therefore are forthcoming, nearly always at the sacrifice of good style and treatment. Nearly always, too, the modern novel hinges on some catch5 ' plot done up in so called " virile style " and frequently we are treated (?) to some book dealing with a problem. Consequently it is not only a pleasant surprise, but ought to be a notable event when nowadays a novel is produced that possesses both classic style and plot. " Rosemary " by J. Vincent Hunting- ton possesses both. In treatment the book is nearly faultless, and in plot, it is to say the least unu.mal — unusual in the way it is unfolded, not in the origi- nal conception. It deals with a poisoning episode and in this it is not more than common, but the startling results which follow and the various complications which arise give a stamp of individuality to the work, which far removes it from the common- place. THE REDWOOD 263 It is perilous to attempt to sketch the plot of a good novel, yet we shall try to do so, for even the briefest summary cannot fail to manifest some of the charm and fascination with which this story is endowed. Rosemary is the daughter of the son of a very wealthy merchant. This son, Dick Dashon, has contracted a clandes- tine marriage with the daughter of a French exile who lives in America. The young man ' s parents disown him and he leaves America, and later dies bravely fighting for a foreign country, as a soldier of fortune. Now his young wife who has been left at home alone gives premature birth to a child, and dies owing to her pitiable condition and the misery of her sur- roundings. The child is saved after a hard fight by a certain Dr. Varick and is given into the care of her maternal grandfather. Captain Romarin, the Frenchman. Under his fostering though humble care, the girl grew from infancy to childhood and when she reached the age of six or seven the parents of her father, the wealthy Dashons, finding that they have no heir, look up this vaguely talked of grandchild, and finding that she is of great beauty, they ask possession of her. At first Captain Romarin refuses, but is forced to do so shortly after when he is called to France in the crisis of Napo- leon III. Rosemary grows up in the course of time to be a beautiful girl and her come- liness coupled with her great wealth, makes her the attraction of a great num- ber of suitors, amongst whom we find a cousin, Roosevelt Varick, whose mother would be heir to the Dashon fortune if Rosemary were out of the way. Roose- velt ' s suit is at first discouraged and finally flatly refused by Rosemary, and the young man ' s mother thus sees that if the desired fortune is to come into the Varick side of the family, it must be otherwise than through matri- mony. Now enters Dr. Mannikin, the villian, upon the scene. He is unscrupulous, crafty and wise, being no less than a leading physician and one of the fore- most toxicologists of the age. His knowledge of poisons is profound, and the uses he puts them to are villainous in the extreme. The long and short of it is that he conspires with Mrs. Isabel Varick, the mother of Roosevelt, to put Rosemary out of the way, not by killing her out- right, but by administering a poison that will produce all the appearances of death, but will leave the victim really in an extreme state of coma, and as for the rest the good doctor relies on an autopsy. In the meantime Rosemary, through the efforts of her French grandfather and her paternal grandparents, has been engaged to wed a foreign marquis, a distant relation to her mothe ' s family. It is on her wedding day — almost at the minute of her march to the altar. She retires to her room for a moment to pray, a servant in the house hands her a drink, she accepts it, quaffs the draught, and a few moments later, on 264 THE REDWOOD kneeling down to pray — she falls over appareotly dead. Two doctors pronounce upon her death. She is buried without an autopsy, just as she was dressed for the wedding. She is confined in the tomb, but at night two grave snatchers dig her up and hand her over to some medical students. On examination they find that she is alive and revive her, placing her under the care of a young sculptor, Rory O ' Morra, who is wont to visit the dissecting rooms in order to understand more perfectly the human body. Rosemary lives in concealment under the care of O ' Morra until she has thor- oughly recuperated from her harrowing experience. And naturally during this time she has formed an acquaintance with Rory which has ripened from friendship to love. She is finally restored to her grand- parents, and shortly after marries the young and handsome sculptor. The evil machinations of her enemies are foiled and she comes into her fortune. Here the book is brought to a close, ending with happiness for the good and a fair amount of misfortune for the bad. Throughout the work the characters are well brought out, and a great deal of naturalness is added by little touches of realism which the author injects into the conversation of the characters. The style is clear and brilliant, happy yet dignified and the descriptions are all that can be desired. Taken completely the book is a splended example of classic style and diction, and is a notable contribution to contemporaneous fic- tion. It is well bound in blue cloth with a dainty cover design. Published by the P. J. Kennedy Compan5 New York and Philadelphia. Price $1.00. Rodney A. Yoell THE REDWOOD 265 .7 .I»i ' 68 It is our sad duty to record the death of Mr. George A. Sedgley, well known to the Santa Clara boys for the last four decades. With the ex- ception of a few inter- vening years, Mr. Sedgley has been connected with Santa Clara ever since his graduation in 1868. He was a good man and a good Catholic. One of the noblest professions to which a man can devote himself is that of education, and to this arduous work Mr. Sedgley gave the best years of his life, in fact, his whole life. Though his death was sud- den, he was not unprepared. The day before, Sunday, he had assisted at mass and received in Holy Communion, the God whom he was so soon to see, not through the veil of faith, but face to face. He was a good man, and his old pupils through the years, of the 70 ' s and 8o ' s and 90 ' s should not forget a prayer for his memory. The following sketch of the life of Mr. Sedgley is from the press of San Jose of March 14. Professor George A. Sedgley head of the Commercial Department of Santa Clara College and for over thirty years a teacher in that institution, passed away Sunday night, March 12, at his home in Santa Clara. His death was altogether unexpected, as he had per- formed his duties at the College up to Saturday night; and when he retired Sunday night after an evening at home, he appeared to be in good health and in excellent spirits. His death came as a great shock to the College with which he had been connected for so many years, and to an unusually wide circle of friends. Professor Sedgley was a native of Manchester and was 65 years of age. When a youth he came to San Fran- cisco, taking up his residence in San Francisco. Later he entered Santa Clara College and graduated in 1868, with a class that included many other men who have made themselves felt in the world of religion, business and politics. Among some of the more prominent men in this class were the Rev. Robert E. Kenna, former Presi- 266 THE REDWOOD dent of Santa Clara College, Stephen M. White, a former United States Sen- ator, and Delphiu M. Delmas, one of California ' s prominent attorneys. Among all the instructors of Santa Clara College there is perhaps no man better known than he. During the many years he was at the head of the commercial work at the College, he graduated a large number of students, who later achieved distinction in bank- ing and commercial circles of the State. Many of the men in San B ' rancisco now holding responsible positions with large banking firms and with commercial houses there, are former students of Professor Sedgley. For 30 years he was Secretary of the Alumni Association and in this capacity kept in close touch with former stu- dents and always manifested interest in their welfare after they had left the school. He was a man of kindly dispo- sition and one who was honored and loved greatly by students and faculty alike. He was perhaps better acquaint- ed with the history of the College than any other instructor there, and it is re- greted that he did not put in permanent form bis knowledge of the history of Santa Clara College, in which he had a part. The funeral of Professor George A. Sedgley took place Thursday morning, March 16, and was largely attended. The funeral cortege left his late resi- dence at 9:45 o ' clock and proceeded to Saint Claire ' s Church where a requiem high mass was sung for the repose of his soul. The church was well filled with sympathizing friends of the de- ceased and of his family. The Rev. James P. Morrissey, ' 91, President of the College was celebrant, and was assisted by the Rev. J. Mc- Hugh and the Rev. Mr. Keaney, S. J. The members of the Sanctuary Society of Santa Clara Church and of the Col- lege assisted at the mass. The music, which was very impressive, was ren- dered by the choir of Saint Claire ' s Church and of the college. After the mass the funeral cortege proceeded to the Catholic Cemetery, led by the Santa Clara College band, the students of the college, a number of the clergy and several members of the fac- ulty of the college, the two sanctuary societies and a delegation of the mem- bers of the Alumni Association, of which association the deceased had been secretary for the past thirty years. At the cemetery the services were conducted by the Rev. James P. Morris- sey, ' 91, who was assisted by the Rev. Fr. A. V. Raggio. The body of the deceased was placed in one of the vaults under the Mortuary Chapel. The floral offerings were profuse and elaborate, conspicuous among them be- ing floral tributes from the Faculty of the College, the Student Body and the members of the Senior Class. The following members of this year ' s graduating class of the Commercial Department of which the deceased had been in charge, oflficiated as pallbearers: W. Kiely, I,. Myers, J. Connel, G. Girot, G. CeHo and R. Patten. Among the members oi the Alumni THE REDWOOD 267 ' 77 Association from San Francisco who were present were Attorney J. J. Bar- rett, ' 91, Attorney John G. O ' Gara, ' 92 and Attorney James A. Bacigalupi, ' 03. On Tuesday, March 14, in the pres- ence of 3000 of his fellow citizens, Mr. John W. Ryland on behalf of the Ry- land heirs, formally presented to the city of San Jose the beautiful " Ryland Park " on North First street. This valuable piece of property consists of live acres of beautiful ground, and a more accept- able gift to any city could hardly be imagined. On this occasion the Rev. J- P. Morrissey, ' 91, President of Santa Clara College, delivered an eloquent eulogy on the life of Mr. Caius T. Ryland, Hon. ' 81. We shall print in our next issue — the Alumni issue — a full account of this speech, as well as of the exercises ac- companying the ceremonies of presen- tation of the Ryland Park to the city. Congratulations are in order for Mr. Baldo Ivancovich! Master Cupid had taken him for his target and the follow- ing clipping explains the rest: ' 04 The wedding of Baldo Ivancovich and Miss Marion Barron will take place in August and probably at the Palace, where the bride elect resides with her mother, Mrs. William Barron. The en- gagement of the couple was announced several days ago and they have been receiving the felicitations of their friends. Miss Barron has not made her formal debut, but has taken an active part in the affairs of the younger set during the last season. She has been educated in this city, and with her sis- ter, Miss Dorothy Barron, has been fre- quently entertained. Mr. Ivancovich danced in the kermiss and has appeared in other affairs for society. He is a son of Mrs. C. Ivancovich and a brother of Mrs. Harry Sullivan. Since his gradu- ation from Santa Clara College he has resided in this city and is receiving the congratulations of a large circle of friends upon the news of his betrothal to Miss Barron. The bride elect will be entertained at several of the early sum- mer aflairs. Mr. Ivancovich has the best wishes of The Redwood and of the Faculty for a happy wedding. Jos. F. Demartini. 268 THE REDWOOD With the Freshmen For the first time in some years the Freshman Class has organized. Why this step has not been taken regularly I do not know. It seems a most practical way of bettering College life morally and physi- cally, and to date its success has been wonderful. The idea of organizing was first sug- gested by Fr. Rossetti, the Professor of Freshmen, who had been planning something of this sort for some time. The idea was enthusiastically received by the class and steps were immediately taken to organize. On Saturday, Feb- ruary 4, 191 1, the new Freshman class was born. With Fr. Rossetti as tem- porary chairman, oflScers were elected for the year, all necessary details which go with the organization of a body of men, were straightened out, suggestions as to the future of the new society en- larged upon and the amount of dues, to be paid each week to the treasurer, settled. The aim of the Freshman society is to beget a closer relationship between the members of the class than has here- tofore prevailed. It is not desired that this fraternal feeling shall end with col- lege days but that it continue on and on until death has sealed our lips and closed our eyes forever. We wish to make that brotherly feeling so strong within us that wherever we meet a classmate, no matter under what con- ditions, now or in after years, we will reach forth a helping hand and remind him that we have not forgotten our pledges made at Santa Clara College. Not only is it our aim to make life in the classroom better but it is our aim to give to our Alma Mater whatever it is in our power to give, whether it be on the athletic field or in the classroom. At all times our conduct is to be such as Santa Clara may be proud to boast of. The motto of the class, " Truth, Virtue, Valor, " is the high mountain, whose top, the class would gain. It is true the trail is narrow, steep and crooked and the hardships to be en- dured are many, but the reward will be the sweeter when the top is reached. Perseverance has always claimed its re- ward and in after years when we can look back and see the obstacles we have THE REDWOOD 269 surmounted, in our endeavor to live up to Truth, Virtue and Valor, we will ap- preciate all the more, our reward for perseverance. Edw. Barbour. Spring again! The fragrant sunny days that make the blood run riot, and the spirit restless! Have you noticed the unusual activity . . upon the campus these Again .• :, T- times? Everyone seems " to be up and doing. " Never before has such a galaxy of thinly-clad talent gladdened the heart of a track coach, as the present fleet-footed squad that warm cinders for our old reliable Chas. Garcia. And what an array of baseball players! One takes his life iu his hand when he walks across the yard. Even Joe Stoltz and Harry McGowan are out spearing ' em. And tennis! — " Class " is the only word that describes those courts. The weather is certainly ideal for sport — " entirely too nice to spend in a class room, " as one notorious exponent of the art of " bumming out " was heard to remark, as he treaded softly o ' er the gymnasium roof. Fr. Burke has his hands full when he tries to keep tab on " those who would bask in the sun- shine surreptitiously; " but allow me, as a wise one, to mention that be is quite equal to the task. The term is drawing to a close, but success and good fellowship have reigned supreme throughout the Col- lege all year. Most notable in this month ' s social functions wasth e ball — aneventgivennot only as a formal warming of the beauti- ful new piano, which The , J we here and now sin- cerely thank the Faculty for, but also to mark the advent of " select dancing " into our midst. Not that our dancing hasn ' t always been select, — far be it from such — but just to show that we could go one better in the fantastic art, and absolutely eliminate all traces of " Salome " in our revels. Society was set agog by the appear- ance of Messrs. Jarret, Bronson, Bar- bour and Riordan on the scene. Seldom do such notables grace our floor, and welcome indeed were they. We hope more day scholars will invite themselves to our next stag. The ballroom was a brilliant sight, and the soft rhapsodies of Guerierri ' s Italian orchestra seduced even the most retiring oues upon the polished floor. The patronesses, the Misses Louisa Jen- nings and Herbia Ganahl, were all that could be desired for a festive committee. The former was tastefully attired in a red sweater and a passionate smile, while the latter looked most demure in a flannel shirt with two egg stains down the front. There was much comment as to the illusive fragrance which clung to Miss Jenning ' s charming person. Some claimed it to be garlic from Brother Gos- selin ' s mysterious storeroom, while others held that she had been drinking ChoUy Galliano ' s hair tonic. Vaudeville interposed between dances, blue ribbons being later awarded to 270 THE REDWOOD Messrs. Jarret, Posy, and Gallagher for their pleasing efforts in the vocal line. J. Felton Taylor was encored many times for a clever rendition of " Kid You ' ve Got Some Eyes, " while Posy astonished the multitude by singing " I L,ove it " in three different voices, soprano, baritone, and basso respectively. At ten o ' clock the dehghtful evening was brought to a finis with the alluring strains of " Home Sweet Home " by the musicians; and all retired to rest their weary feet in Fr. Budde ' s peaceful realm of sweet dreams. At last they are a reality, and a sight for the gods indeed. One might almost imagine he were stepping into Dej Monte to view the neat courts and the flannel clad summer boys as they gracefully move around the north corner of the campus, filling the lazy afternoon breezes with cries of " Love Thirty, " " game, " etc. This is practically the introduction of Tennis into the College, and it makes a fine healthy transition after the more strenuous season of track work and basketball. Thanks to the enthusiasm of Fathers Monissey and Burke, we have at our disposal the best courts in the state, and it looks as though some crackerjack players will be developed soon, too. There ' s more than ordinary skill in the way Tommy Plant, Jimmy L,ee, Paul Leake and Sailor Ganahl handled their racquets. Here ' s success to the new sport! It might well be termed " an era of The Tennis Courts prosperity " in the Gym. Under the energetic guidance of Ed. O ' Connor, Fat Meyers and Doc. Powell, Gymnasium , c c ■ " the roomy factory of brawn and muscle looks as spick as a man of war. Daily vast crowds assemble to watch Johnny Sheerin go through his paces with his manager and sparring i)artner, " Tin horn " Biake. According to such well known sporting authorities as Bud O ' Shaughnessy, Rob. Brown and Joe Thomas, " Johnny " is the only legiti- mate hope of the white race. We are pained and disappointed to hear of Jay De Forrest Griffin ' s late withdrawal (?) from the strong man class. The versatile Southerner sus- tained a slight strain when he success- fully " lifted " Louis Jennings and two other husky youths early this term. We hope he will " come back " soon. Current reports have it that Joe De- martini has passed up his match with Slip Boone. Joe can ' t make the weight. Gossip is rife as to why Shannon Byrnes punishes the bag so religiously every afternoon. The latest rumor hints about a rival in San Rafael, for the hand of a fair one — hence the activity. With the steady hand of that grand old man J. Nickodemus Thomas on the tiller (the cash tiller) the students ' store has all but completed a surprisingly successful voyage. Some fourteen hun- dred pieces of eight did the stout Gal- leon accrue during the past semester, and her good skipper is more than de- serving of praise. Not only has the store been a wonderful financial aid to THE REDWOOD 271 The Rally student body affairs, but of untold con- venience to those whose stomachs cry loudly for dainty morsels at inopportune moments. Joe ' s repertoire contains many things besides pastry. He also carries a mar- velous assortment of cosmetics and beautifiers direct from Lin a Cavalieri. Come all ye queeners! On Friday night the 31st, the campus was aglow with the biggest bonfire of the year, it marking our iinal band con- cert and rally before en- tering upon our inter- collegiate baseball ser- ies with St. Mary ' s College. Among the prominent men who addressed the assembly were Manager Tom McCor- mick, Captain Tramutolo, Coach Mc- Hale, President of the student body, Seth Heney, and Father Burke, The necessity of giving the team our lusty support was the theme for the evening ' s speeches, Fr. Burke specially deliver- ing some well chosen and powerful words upon the subject. The din was almost deafening until close to ten o ' clock, at which hour the last ounces of energy were emitted in one wild, rousing, sky-rocket for the team, following which came our wel- come little four posters. With repetitions only a few weeks off, the boys of the 191 1 class have be- gun to banish all traces of cobwebs from their spring fevered minds. From now on the slogan of the squad will be " dig, " and to in- ' 1914 ' The Senior Class sure co-operation, officers have been lately elected to rule the destinies of those who trifle. Frank Blake was in- augurated President, Danilo Tadich Treasurer, and A. Cecil Posy, Sergeant- at-Arms. However, to insure against chances of going stale, the upper class- men are planning a huge " Senior Stag " to be held immediately after I ent. It is safe to state that we ' ll always be there with a boost for anything the Seniors may care to start in the enter- taining line, having their recent min- strel show still fresh in our memories. " Success " is the key-note of the Freshmen class. Under the untiring efforts of Father Rossetti, this body has spent one of the most pleasant and most profit- able terms in the history or the College. This number of The Redwood being devoted to the " 1914 " class, we merely jot down these few words to let them know we are behind them and wish " the young ones ' ' bon voyage through the following three years that await them. Comment and conjecture in the For- ensic department of the College has at last subsided with the announcement of the teams to represent . the Philalethic Senate Debating . Circles I.- .. • ■ .-L historians in the coming Annual Ryland Debate on the night of April 25. " Resolved that the recall of judges as proposed in the Gates Constitutional Amendment is for the best interest of 272 THE REDWOOD the people of California, " will be the question for the evening ' s oratorical battle, the House upholding the nega- tive, while the Senate will argue upon the afiSrmative side. Three 191 2 men will appear for the House — Herbert L,. Ganahl of Berkeley, a veteran of last year ' s Ryland Debate and present business manager of The Redwood, Royal A. Bronson of Oak- land, prominent not only in the Forum, but as an actor of rare ability, and this year ' s track Captain, and Chris. A. Degnan, a keen witted member of the Law Class — also incumbent Editor-in- Chief of The Redwood. For the Senate, a trio of the most prominent men of the College — all Seniors — will battle against the House. They are Seth J. Heney, President of the Student Body, and one of the fiery- est orators on the campus, Hardin Barry, already a member of one Ryland, and a well known athlete, and last, Frank Blake of Virginia City, Nevada, a Senator gifted not only with the high- est forensic qualities, but a youth whose lute-like voice has often filled the Col- lege hall with sweetest song. With Fathers O ' Brien, Wall and Que- Second Division vedo ever at their back, student affairs in second division are booming. Their reading room is perfection itself — a new basketball court has been built for the Midgets, and a fine baseball diamond has already been much utilized on the outer field by the Juniors. Since the coming of the warmer weather, the swimming pond has been cleaned and filled, crowds of the younger students enjoying a dip every after- noon. " Where shall we put the Panama Pa- cific Exposition? " was the question for open debate last week in the Junior Dramatic Society. After ■ ' ■ ' much spirited talking a vote was taken and the Fair was duly placed in Golden Gate Park by a large majority. Next week the question of Woman ' s Suffrage in California will be thrashed out by the young Ciceros. Messrs. Mc- Kinnon and O ' Connor will uphold the negative, while Messrs. Galliano and Hughes will battle for the affirmative. R. J. Shkrzer. THE REDWOOD 273 BASKETBALL St. Mary ' s 14 Santa Clara lO St. Mary ' s captured the second game and incidentally the Interscholastic Basketball series by the narrow margin of 14-10. The contest was close and scrappy throughout and not until the final whistle blew was the game de- cided. The last few minutes of play saw each team fighting hard for the lead. Finally Russell shot from open field, thus putting the Red and Blue on the long end. ' ' Jock " Ray the nimble little athlete from the southland was the only " vet " of the team, and played his usual ex- cellent game at forward. Those earning their " ■jerseys ' were the following: Voight, Barnard, Aheru, Beach, Teal, Castruc- cio and Best. BASEBALL San Mateo 2 Saata Clara 1 On March 12, at the College Campus, San Mateo defeated the Varsity in a tight and lively game by the score of 2-1. The game was the third of the series Santa Clara having captured the first two 4-0 and 3-1. San Mateo started the ringing of the bell in the third. Lagario reached first on a single and was sacrificed by Benham. He was nipped at third on Benn ' s infield poke, Benn reaching first safely. Myers clouted a long two-base drive and Benn tagged the plate. In the sixth the visitors added another tally, — a walk, a stolen base and Rior- dan ' s safe clout doing the business. 274 THE REDWOOD Santa Clara shoved a tally over ia the eighth — a walk and Jacob ' s three-base hit being the occasion. Barry and Jacobs worked for Santa Clara, Ben- ham and Riordan for San Mateo. The Summary: R H E Santa Clara i 8 o San Mateo 280 Santa Clara 1 St. Mary ' s 6 Santa Clara 1 St, Mar;j ' ' s 2 The St. Mary ' s games are again over and Santa Clara had to be content witli the loser ' s end. The first game the Red and White got off to a bad start and St. Mary ' s won easily. The second contest was a more spirited and hard- fought game, St. Mary ' s winning 2-1. Santa Clara played a grand game of ball and deserve great credit for the plucky battle they gave the wonderful " Phoenix " team. The following is a clipping from the Call concerning the first game: " St. Mary ' s College won the first game from Santa Clara yesterday in the annual intercollegiate baseball series, defeating the Mission artists at Grove Street Park in a one sided game by the score of 6 to i. The Phoenix cinched the game in the very first inning when they pounced on Pitcher Girot and drove him from the slab, scoring four runs before Barry, who replaced Girot after three men had faced the southpaw, could retire the side. Had Barry been sent to the slab at the start of the game the Santa Clara lads would have made a much better showing, for although the Phoenix scored two runs in the later innings, the right-handler proved that he had something on the ball by causing eight of the Oaklanders to fan. Pitcher Mike Cann for the Phoenix pitched one of the steadiest games of his career. Cann had the Santa Clara batters safe at ever} ' stage of the pro- ceedings. Three scattered hits repre- sented the net attack of the Santa Clara batters. Cann ' s support was steady as a rock. But one error was chalked up against the Phoenix, a missed throw by Wal- lace. The Oaklanders hit the bail hard, too, and although the score shows but six bingles. nearly all of them were at opportune times and two were for extra bases, both Wallace and Ross connect- ing for three-base wallops. GIROT UNSTEADY Girot for Santa Clara was unsteady from the minute he stepped on the mound. The southpaw got himself in a hole by walking Lynch, the first man to face him. Wallace let three balls pass him and then swung on one that traveled to left center for three bases scoring Lynch. Guigni followed Wal- lace with a single, the finst of the three that he made during the day and the third baseman was across the pan. At this juncture Coach McHale sent Barry in to relieve Girot. Fitzsimmons then made the first out, sacrificing Guigni to second with a neat bunt. Wilkinson walked, Guigni scored when Leon- THE REDWOOD 275 hardt laid the ball in front of the plate for the squeeze, Leonbardt going out of the play. Simpson poked the ball to Ybarrando, who fumbled and Wilkin- son crossed with the fourth run. Ross drove one out to center that looked good for a hit, but Fitzgerald gave an exhibition of his ability by cleverly capturing the ball after a hard run. Barry managed to hold the Phoenix at bay during the second inning, but the Oaklanders were right back again in the third and scored once on a hit and an error. Leonhardt started the work after two men were out by bingling the ball over second base. Simpson pushed the ball to right field and although Irillary put his hands on the sphere he failed to hold it and be- fore it could be retrieved Leonhart had scored from the initial station. SANTA CLARA ' S ONLY RUN It was not until the sixth, when the Phcenix team had already scored six times, that the Santa Clara players were able to put over a run. Cann was pitching steadily up to this time and but one Santa Clara man had reached the third station. After Irillary had struck out Barry was hit by the pitcher and managed to get to second when Fitzgerald slammed one down to Wil- kinson that was too hot for the first baseman to handle. Barry started for third while Wilkinson was recovering the ball, but Wallace let the throw get past him and Barry was safe. He crossed the plate a minute later when Zarrick put the ball out to Ross for a long sacrifice fly. St. Mary ' s last tally came in the sixth. L,eonhardt worked Barry for a walk, was sacrificed to second by Simp- son and stole third, scoring when Jacobs threw the ball away in an at- tempt to catch him. FOUR DOUBLE PLAYS Four fast double plays featured the contest, two of them being pulled off via the route of Fitzsimmons to Guigni to Wilkinson. Fitzsimmons. the St. Mary ' s shortstop, and Guigni, the second baseman, were in the limelight throughout the contest. Between them the two players gathered twelve chances, the majority of the most diffi- cult variety, and there was not the semblance of a miscue. Fitzsimmons brought the crowd to its feet in the fifth when he went back of third to get Best ' s grounder and threw the Santa Clara lad out at first from short left field. Lynch and Leonhardt also starred with pretty catches in the outer garden. Fitzgerald in center field for Santa Clara proved himself marvelously fast getting three difficult flies. Both teams were supported by well trained rooting sections that kept the air alive with songs and college yells. The St. Mary ' s rooters were accompan- ied by the St . Vincent ' s band, while the Santa Clara rooters had the support of the San Jose Sodality band. The score: St. Mary ' s AB. R, BH. PO. A. E Lynch, If 2 1 3 Wallace, 3b 4 1 1 1 1 1 Guigni, 2b 4 13 3 5 Fitzsimmons, ss 1 14 Wilkinson, lb 3 10 9 Leonhardt, of 1 2 1 3 Simpson, c 3 5 1 Ross, rf 4 1 2 1 Cann, p 3 1 Total 26 6 6 27 31 1 276 THE REDWOOD Santa Clara AB. R. BH. PO. A. E. Fitzgerald, cf 4 1 3 Zarrick, 3b 3 Ybarraudo, 2b 4 5 11 Jacobs, c 3 2 8 1 3 Best, If 3 Tramutola, S3 3 1 1 McGovern, lb 2 6 2 Irillary, rf 2 Barry, p 2 1 1 6 Girot, rf 1 Total 26 1 3 24 11 4 Score of innings: 12 3 456789 St. Mary ' s 4 10 10 x— 6 Base hits 2 10 10 10 x— 6 Santa Clara 10 0—1 Base hits 10 110 0—3 Stolen bases — Leonhardt, Irillary. Three- base hits — Wallace, Ross. Sacrfice hits — Simpson, Leonhart, Fitzsimmons (2). First base on called balls— Off Girot 1, off Barry 1, off Cann 2. Struck out — By Cann 5, by Barry 8. Hit by pitcher — Barry by Cann, Cann by Barry. Fitzsinmions by Barry. Double plays — Fitzsimmons to Guigni to Wilkinson (2) ; Barry to Tramutola. Ross to Simpson to Wal- lace. Passed ball — Simpson. Wild pitch — Barry. Time of game — 1:55. Umpire — Harry Wolters. The second game as accotinted in the San Jose Mercury follows: Santa Clara College went down to defeat before its more experienced rival, St. Mary ' s College of Oakland, at Luna Park April 8, but the gritty lads from the Mission Town made a game fight and the issue was not decided until the last man was out in the ninth, Santa Clara really playing as good ball as the visitors. The score was 2 to i and as the figures indicate, the contest was hardfought and worth going far to see. The game decided the annual Catho- lic College intercollegiate series in favor of the Oakland team by virtue of the victory over Santa Clara of a week ago at Oakland. St. Mary ' s has won the series two successive years. The crowd was small, but the enthus- iasm of the rival rooters kept the visitors on edge and the players seemed to feel the inspiration of the hard work that was done in their behalf in the grand- stand. St. Mary ' s sent down a special train which carried nearly half the crowd in attendance. Santa Clara had a big rooting section and a band and well-drilled rooters vied with each other from either side of the grandstand in fighting for a favorite. GOOD PITCHING Both Leonard and Barry pitched un hittable ball in the early stages of the game and it was not until the fourth inning that the Phoenix team rang the bell with the first tally of the day. Giugni started the frame by grounding out to McGovern, and Fitzsimmons got a free pass which was destined to be turned into the run. Wilkinson tried the trick of swinging on two strikes and bunting the third, but the bunt went foul and he was out. L,eonhardt then pr)led the sphere into deep left-center for a double, scoring Fitzsimmons. Amid tremendous cheering Santa Clara evened up the .score in the fifth and would have made at least one more tally barring mixed signals, which caused the first out. McGovern .started with a single through the infield. He hung out a hit-and-run sign which Girot failed to note, and tore for second on the first pitch. Girot THE REDWOOD 277 failed to even strike at the ball and Mc- Govern was thrown out. Girot flew out to Guigni and Barry soaked a corking double to deep left. Fitzgerald followed with a two base drive to right, which scored Barry. Leonard ' s hit in the fifth made St. Mary ' s dangerous, but good pitching kept Barry out of the hole until the sixth when the score was untied. ' Wil- kinson and Simpson were responsible for this score. Wilkinson singled with oue down and stole second. On an out he took third and on Simpson ' s pretty drive to right he tallied. LEONARD WEAKENS Leonard did not know until a few minutes before the game whether or not he would do the pitching. His arm has not been right for some weeks. He seemed in grand shape, however, until the fifth inning, when three hits, two of them for extra bases, indicated that he was weakening and he was promptly relieved. Cann, wlio won the first game of the series so handily from the Santa Clara boys, being sent in to do the heaving. A sizzling single by Ybar- rondo indicated that he was to prove easy for Santa Clara, but such was not the case. The Missionites were unable to score off him, three hits being the sum total of their ability to clout against his pitching. Five hits were made oflf Leonard, while the St. Mary ' s batters got seven against the gunning of " Rancher " Barry. Two of the Santa Clara hits were scratchy. Unusual putouts were among the features of the game. Both Wilkinson and Zarick went out once each via the bunted-strike route, and Jacobs, trying to befoozle Shortstop Fitzsiramons, ran plump into a hot grounder and made a third out with two men on the bases. The Phoenix team made its usual doubles, two speedy ones retiring the Santa Clarans when it seemed they were about to start trouble. The first came in the first inning and was made by Wallace, Giugni and Wilkinson. The second checked an incipient rally of the Mission team in the ninth inning. Best had clouted a pretty drive into right, which Umpire Harry Walters at first thought had been caught fairly, but which he later switched his decision on, allowing Best to stay on the bag. Tramutola attempted to bunt, but lifted a pop which Wilkinson gobbled up, doubling on Best. McGovern struck out and the game was over. The Santa Clara team used two right- fielders, Girot in the innings which Leonard pitched, and Irilarry at the finish to face Cann at the bat. Captain Tramutola believed that Girot would do better than Irilarry opposing Leonard and that Irilarry would hit better against Cann. Yesterday ' s game marks the end of the intercollegiate baseball season for Santa Clara and St. Mary ' s, and both colleges will now devote themselves to track work. 278 THE REDWOOD Santa Clara — AB R H PO A E Fitzgerald, cf 4 2 1 Zarick, 3b 4 2 4 Ybarrondo, 2b 3 1 2 3 Jacobs, c 3 5 4 Best, If 4 1 Traniutola, ss 4 2 2 3 McGovern, lb 4 1 13 Girot, rf 1 Barry, p 3 1 1 1 3 Irilarry, rf 1 Totals . St. Mary ' s— AB R H PO A E Lynch, If 3 10 Wallace, 3b 4 14 Giugni, 2b 4 1 3 2 Fitzsimmons, ss 3 1 5 1 2 Wilkinson, lb 3 1 1 8 Leonhardt, cf 4 2 2 Simpson, c 4 2 3 3 Ross, rf 3 1 Leonard, p 2 1 1 1 Cann, p 1 Totals . .31 2 7 25 11 RUNS AND HITS BY INNINGS 123456789 Santa Clara 10 0—1 Basehits 1 10 3 10 1 1—8 St. Mary ' s 10 10 0—2 Basehits 1 2 12 1—7 SUMMARY First on balls— OflF Barry 1, off Cann 1, off Leonard 1. Twobase hits — Giugni, Leonhardt, Barry, Fitzgerald. Struck out — By Barry 4, by Leonard 2, by Cann 1. Passed balls— Jacobs, Double plays, Wallace to Giugni to Wilkinson, Wilkinson to Giugni. Sacrifice hits — Lynch, Jacobs. Stolen base— Wilkinson. Hits off Leonard, 5 in 5 innings for 1 run. Time of game — 2 hours. Umpire, Harry Walters. Scorer, Anderson. Jacob3 out; hit by batted ball. Zarick bunted third strike. Now that the bats and balls have been cast aside, the fleet athletes of Santa Clara are " burning up the cin- ders " on the College track. Prospects look exceedingly bright and the Red and White should have, under Capt. Bron- sou, a very prosperous season. The track has been raked over and is at pres- ent in excellent condition. On Tues- day, April nth the team met their old rivals — College of Pacific. We shall render an account of our easy victory over the far-famed " Tigers, ' ' in our next i.ssue. Marco S. Zarick, Jr. Track THE REDWOOD COLLEGE MEN Who have ideas of their own as to the proper thing to wear, will find our store the Home of style and fashion as well as the Home of Hart- Schaffner Marx Clothes and Knox Hats. EstabUshed 1865 Santa Clara and Market Sts. San Jose, Ga!. FOR A GOOD DINNER TRY THE Royal Cafeteria Mr. and Mrs. H. Thompson, Mgrs. Phone San Jose 1692 20 East San Fernando St., San Jose Save Ten Dollars, Suits and Overcoats We give S and H Green Trading Stamps THE ADLER 55-59 South First St., San Jose, Cal. Our assortment of Field and Gymnasium Apparatus Embodies every practical device that has been invented. PENNANTS for Colleges, Schools and Fraterni- ties. Any design reproduced in cor- rect colors and perfect detail. Four floors to select from. Come in and get acquainted, but don ' t buy until you are certain that we offer greater value for a price than any house in the West. THE HOUSE OF PRICE AND QUALITY 48-52 Geary St. San Francisco THE REDWOOD 992 Market St., San Francisco College-cut Clothes, $22,50 Try my Special Imp. Serge at $25,00 Oberdeener ' sPharmacy W Franklin St. Santa Clara, Cal. Young Men ' s Furnishings All the Latest Styles in Neckwear, Hosiery and Gloves. Yoimg Men ' s Soks and Hats. O ' Brien ' s Santa Clara I SWEATER COATS BA MIHg_ _@lJSXg AlfSLETIC GOODS | T. F. SOURISSEAU JEWELER 143 South First St. San Jose, Cal. Heal estate and Insurance Call and see us if you want any thing in our line Franklin St., next to Bank, Santa Clara THE REDWOOD 1 " DELMOCSTE " T ' The Best ! IN Fruits, Vegetables, Jams JeMies and Preserves California Fruit Canners Ass ' n MAIN OFFICE, SAN FRANCISCO Umpire Pool Room Santa Clara, Cal. MISSION CANDY PAILOR MRS. SCULLY, Frop. CONFi:CTiONKRY, ICE CSEAM AND SODA TRANflLIN ST. SANTA CLARA The Beimont 24-.2e Fountain Alley H, E. WILCOX D. M. BURNETT ATTORNEYS AT I, AW Rooms 19 and 20, Safe Deposit Building San Jose, Cal. the Mission Bmk of Santa Clara {Commspcial and Savings) Solicits your patronage Men ' s Clothes Shop Gents ' Furiaishings Hats and Shoes Agency of Royal Tailors PAY Iv SS AND DR SS B:eTTBR E. H. ALDEN Phone Santa Clara 66 J 1054 Franklin Street THE REDWOOD -♦-» ♦♦ » ♦♦♦♦«♦♦»♦♦♦♦» Phone Temporary 140 A. PALADINI Wholesale and Retail FISM BEALKR FR]SSH, SAI,T, SMOKiei), PICKI,: !) and DRI D FISH 530 Merchant Street San Francisco ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ Enterprise Laiisdry Co. Phone North 126 PKRFBCT SATISFACTION GUARANTEED 867 Sherman St. I. RUTH, Agt., 1037 Franklin St. Santa Clara Cyclery D. COUGHLIN, Proprietor Santa Clara County Agent for PIERCE MOTOR CYCLES Single and Four Cylinder Machines Full line of Bicycles and Sundries Franklin Street Next to Coffee Club The Santa Clara Coffee Club Invites you to its rooms to read, rest and enjoy a cup of excellent coffee Open from 6:00 a. m. to 10:30 p. m. Dr. T. E. Gallup DENTIST Santa Clara, California Phone Clay 681 North Main Street, One Block from Car Line " DOERR ' S Branch at Clark ' s 176-182 South First Street, San Jose Order your pastry in advance Picnic Lunches THE REDWOOD SAN JOSE BAKING CO. J. BREITWIESER, Manager The cleanest and most sanitary bakery in Santa Clara Valley. We supply the most prominent hotels. Give us a trial. Our bread, pies and cakes are the best. PHONE SAN JOSE 609 433-435 Vine Street San Jose, Cal. O-O O-O-O-O-O -O-O-O-O- O-O 0-0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0--0-0-0-0 o-o-o-o I GET A KRUSIUS i If you want to get a good pen knife; guaranteed as it ought to be. If it should q J. not prove to be that we will be glad to exchange with you until you have one that is. ' 1 fl Manicure Tools, Razors giiaranteed the same way . If you wish to shave easily f Y and in a hurry, get a Gillette Safety Razor. The greatest convenience for the «? O man who shaves himself. O I The John Stock Sons | 6 tinners fHcofers and Plumbers o 9 Phone San Jose 76 71-77 South First St., San Jose, Cal © o -o-o-o-o-o-o-o- -0-0-0-0--0-0-0- e-o-o-o- -o-o-o-o-o -o-o-o-o- -o-o-o-o-o- o b- 6 MOST BUSINESS MEN LIKE- GOOD OFFICE STATIONERY Regal Typewriter Papers and Manuscript Covers Represent the BEST and MOST COMPLETE LINE IN THE U. S. LOOK FOR ; ,,§, -V CATERS TO ' His — ;; — Its ' MOST TRADE- MARK ' " • ' ' " " ' i REGAir ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' FASTIDIOUS __J MILLABD BROS. BooKs and Stationery - Fovintain Pens j Pennants 25-27 E. SANTA CLARA ST.. SAN JOSE THE REDWOOD T. MUSGRAVE P. GFELI. R A. ALDERMAN STATIONERY, BLANK T. MUSGRAVE CO. BOOKS, ETC. CIGARS AND TOBACCO matchmakers, 0old$tiiitf)s and Silversmiths Baseball and Sporting Goods Fountain Pens of All Kinds 3272 Twenty-first St, San Francisco Next to Postoffice Santa Clara Mi E ' S NEVER FAILING PILES, CHILBLAINS, FELONS, BURNS, ETC. AVALUABLE HOUSEHOLD SALVE. iALL DRUGGISTS HAVE IT OR WILL OBTAIN OM REQ.UESTJ ACCEPT NO SUBSTITUTES. fr cG 23 Cents. iLANGLEYtMICHAELSCO. SAN FRANCISCO. Santa Clara Restaurant aM ■ Oyster House - p. COSTEI,, Proprietor Weals at Jil! Bours fffTFresh Oysters, Crabs and Shrimps ji every day. Oyster Loaves a Specialty Oyster Cocktails 10 and 15c. Oysters to take home: Eastern 30 cents per dozen. California 50 cents per hundred. Private Rooms for Families Open Day and Night O ' CONNOR SANITARIUM Training School for Nurses —IN CONNECTION Conducted by SISTERS OF CHARITY Race and San Carlos Sts. San Jose THE REDWOOD Plan Now for Your Trip East This Summer Following are some of the dates of sale. All tickets are limited to October 31st, 1911 Remember this if you are planning a trip to Europe May 16, 17, 18, 19, 22, 23, 24, 25, 27, 28, 29, 30 June 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 14, 15, 16, 28, 29, 30 July 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 19, 20, 26, 27, 28 August 3, 4, 5, 14, 15, 16, 17, 21, 22, 23, 24, 29, 30 September 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7 Some of the round-trip rates: Omaha - - - $60.00 Kansas City - - - 60.00 St. Louis - 70.00 Memphis - - 70.00 New Orleans - 70.00 St. Paul - - - 73.50 Minneapolis - 73.50 New York - - 108.50 Washington - 107.50 Montreal - - 108.50 Colorado points - - 55.00 Rail and steamship tickets sold to all points n Europe and America. Call in, and we can help you plan your trip. A. A. HAPGOOD, E. SHILLINGSBURG, City Ticket Agent Dist. Passgr. Agt. 40-Easl Santa Clara Slreet-40 SOUTHERN PACIFIC THE REDWOOD WHOLESALE Phone San Jose 1450 pM BA5S-HUETER PAPER GLASS 314-316-318 South First Street San Jose, California CRESCENT Shaving Parlors J. D. TRUAX, Prop. Laundry Agency Main Street Santa Clara Hoffman Robinson WHOLESALE Cigars, Cigarettes and Tobacco Mi Hogar Clear Havana Cigars OUR SPECIALTY 992 Mission St. San Francisco George ' s Barber Shop For a Clean Shave John P. Azevedo GROCERIES Wines Liquors Cigars and Tobacco Phone Grant 106 Franklin St. Santa Clara Issued Every Week Read Every Day Best Advertising Medium Largest Circulation SANTA CLARA NEWS WE BOOST WHILE OTHERS ROOST JOB PRINTING Phone Grant 391 THE REDWOOD - - - ♦»»♦♦ ♦ ♦♦♦ L. De Martini Supply Company I PROPRIETORS OF I CALIFORNIA NUT MEAT CO. | BUYERS OF t Walnuts, Almonds and all kinds of Nut Meats | 122-128 Front St., San Francisco ! MANUEL MELLO BOOTS and SHOES 904 Franklin St. Wltt x-A Cor. Lafayette M. M, Billiard Parlor GEO. E. MITCHELL, Prop. Santa Clara Tmpenal Dpeing $f Ckaning douse TelepKone Grant 1311 Special JIttentwn Gmtt to Ladies ' Garments and Taney Goods Hepahing of Jill Kinds 1021 Franklin Street Santa Clara, Cal. All kinds of Society and Commercial Printing Nace Printing Co. PRINTERS OF THE REDWOOD 955-61 Washington Street Santa Clara THE REDWOOD Billy Hobson 24 South First Street San Jose, California Suits Made to Order ATTENTION! MY Spring Line of Suitings have arrived. You will find a great many novelties shown exclusively by me. Suits Made to Order Suits to Order from $20 to 24 South First Street Billy Hobson San Jose, California A. G. COL CO, WHOLESALE Commission Merchants TELEPHONE MAIN 309 84 to 90 North Market St., San Jose, Cal. bout Our Tountain Pens J ehbsiitp and Guaranteed JlbsoJutel UNIVERSITY DRUG CO. Cor. Saata Clara and S. Second Sts. San Jose THE REDWOOD If You Want a Finished FOTO HAVE I BUSHNELL Take it. The Leader of San Jose Photographers 41 NORTH FIRST STREET SAN JOSE, CAL. Angelus Phone, San Jose 3802 Annex Phone, San Jose 4688 the Jfngelus and Jlnma G. T. NINNIS E. PENNINGTON, Props. European Plan. Newly furnished rooms, with hot and cold water; steam heat throughout. Suites with private bath. Angelus, 67 N. First St. Annex, 53 W. St. John St. San Jose, California Ask For... Varsity Sweets - COLLINS McCARTFIY CANDY COMPANY Zee-Nut and Candy Makers SAN FRANCISCO We do our o wn Copper Plate engraving and printing and make a Special Price to Students -:- -:- - Melvin Murgotten Inc. PRINTERS STATIONERS San Jose, Gal. THE REDWOOD Cunningb m, Curths Weki) STATIONERS Printers, Booksellers and jl Blank Book Manufacturers U 561-571 MARKET STREET. SAN FRANCISCO, CAL. | t I jMI College Cut Clothes A. Specialty 716 Market St., San Francisco Come in and See Our New Spring Line t th new LouvH Billiard and Mti eoms S3 !?♦ Tirst Slteet {Uext to Victory theatre) San 30se TUcw Billiard ZstbUs Heu? Managemetit Kediseed Prices Mission Hair Tonic and Dandruff Cure IT NEVER FAILS— 50c PER BOTTLE Madden ' s Pharmacy santa ciara, cai. Paci«c " . c;uT„7co7 " ' Dealers in Doors, Windows and Glass GENERAL SVSILLWORK MOULDINGS Telephone North 40 SANTA CLARA, CAL. THE REDWOOD HERNANDEZ 12 North Second St. COLLEGE TAILOR MacBride ' s Ueata Sandwich A Dainty Confection. 5c per package For sale at Brother Kennedy ' s store ia - Phone Kearney 1883 Golcher Bros. MANUFACTURERS Football, Baseball, Basketball and Track Supplies UNIFORMS A SPECIALTY 510 Market St. San Francisco J. P. JARMAN Co. Wall Paper, Paints Etc. ESTIMATES GIVEN 88-90 South Second Street URBANI, The Tailor Sole Agent for W. T. BROWNRIDGE CO. Suits $15 to $40 937 Main St., Santa Clara Jewel Restaurant O. O. BROWN 1022-1024 Franklin St. Santa Clara, Cal. C. N. WEAVER W. J. BENSON R. F. BENSON San Jose Implement Company Studebaker Electric, E. M. F. 30 and Flanders 20 Automobiles 83-91 South Market St., Opp. St. Joseph ' s Church. Phone San Jose 876. San Jose, California THE REDWOOD e IDEAL POOL PARLORS 81 South Second St., San Jose CHAS. C. NAVLET COMPANY Florists and Seed Growers First and San Fernando Streets SAN JOSE ' A7 " 1 fTS f " fi rl Young people to qualify for Stenography and f? llLCLt» Bookkeeping positions. Special Summer rates. Practical School of Business 50 West Santa Clara St. San Jose, Cal. Eve Sight Specialists J H ' 112 South First Street Everything Optical 4if X ' ■ ' - San Jose, Cal. Lenses Ground to Order Just Wright Shoes FOR MEN $3.50 $4.00 $4.50 $5.00 Stuart Dennison 60 South First St. San Jose THE REDWOOD Fellows, don ' t take a chance Buy BENJAMIN ' S CLOTHES S ' nT CUNNINGHAM ' S ' ' t " ' " ' LOYALTY Be loyal to your College and wear your button. t We manufacture the official Santa Clara button. T W. C. LEAN, Jmikr First and San Fernando Sts. San Jose An Ad in The Redwood Is Money in Your Pocket. Why? Because the Santa Clara College Student Body loyally supports THE REDWOOD THP RCDWOOD Alumni THE REDWOOD Suits for Young Men Made to Measure In Our Custom Tailoring Department Many of the High School and College young fellows, as well as those who are activel}; en- gaged in business or in a profession, are having their clothes made in our Custom Tailoring Department. We build the kind of clothes that these particular young fellows fancy — smartly styled, free hanging garments with lots of " dash " and " go " to them. Our materials get away from the ordinary run of gar- ments and afford opportunity for the expression of one ' s individuality. Particular care is taken with the fit of these garments, with the set of the collars and the hang of the backs, and there is an air about every one of them that is immensely satisfying to the wearer. The cost is moderate, too, con sidering what you get. $15, $18.50, $20, $25 and $30, is the popular price range, and any man can be well suited and abundantly satisfied in the show- ing at any of these prices. If you ' ve been in the habit of having your clothes made by a high class tailor, suppose you see how it will feel to get two stylish and thoroughly satisfactory suits for what you ' ve been paying for one. The next time you are in the city is a good time to leave your meas- ure, or you can order by mail. Samples promptly sent. S. N.Wood Co. Cor. Market and 4th Sts., San Francisco Cor. Washington and 11th Sts., Oakland THE REDWOOD I The A. H. ANDREWS COMPANY I CHICAGO, ILL. flTTSchool Furniture Apparatus, Supplies, Opera Chairs, Andrews ' Office Desks, Tables,Chairs, Metal Furniture, Etc. Furniture for Banks and Public Buildings, Church and Auditorium Seating, Lumber Dry Kilns. B. T. UNDERWOOD, Manager Phone Douglas 2508 673 to 681 Mission Street SAN FRANCISCO ENTHUSIASM If you have not already done so, why don ' t you find out why people who have worn Walk-Overs are always so ready to put in a good word for them. Why not test Walk-Over goodness and see if you can keep it to yourself. Try a pair of ' ' Pipes " ' ALL LEATHERS 62 other styles for men lUalk Over Boot $bop OUINN BRODER, Proprietors 41-43 South First Street San Jose THE REDWOOD FOSS HICKS CO. I No. 35 West Santa Clara Street ' § I SAN JOSE I I Real Estate Coans | I Investments | A select and up-to date list of just such properties as the ' h Home-Seeker and Investor Wants ig I i I INSURANCE I I I I Fire, Life and Accident in tlie best Companies I I Ifs the Way He ' s Dressed j ' Q A fellow ' s comfort in summer depends upon upon i his clothes. Leave him in his heavy winter dud — i heavy suit, thick underwear, and all — and he ' ll f swelter and sweat from Spring to Fall. But dress him in one of our light, cool summer suits — put him into some of our filmy athletic under- garments, and top him off with one of our nobby i straws — and he ' ll keep as cool as a cucumber. f Come in, boys, and make the change. POMEROY BROS. 49-51 S. First St. San Jose THE REDWOOD Osborne Hall SANTA CLARA CAL Cottage System A private Sanatorium for the care and training of children suffering from Nervous Disorder or Arrested Mental Development. Under the personal management of Antrim Bdgar Osborne M. D., Ph. D. Formerly and for fifteen years Superintendent of the California State Institution for the Feeble Minded, etc. Accomodations in separate cottages for a few adult cases seeking the Rest Cure and treatment for drug addictions. Rates and particulars on application. -«- -» H® Phones, OfBce Clay 391; Residence Clay 12 Dr. H. O. F. Menton DENTIST Office Hours, 9 a. m. to 5 p. m. Rooms 3 to 8 Bank Bldg. Santa Clara Protect Your Valuables By renting a SAFE DEPOSIT BOX San Jose Safe Deposit Bank Inspection Invited Convenient Rooms P. Montmayeur , E. Lamolle J. Origlia JmOLLE g ILL 96 ' 38 n. TIrst St. San Jose, Cat. Phone Main 403 Meals at all hours THE REDWOOD Mayerle ' s German Eyewater Makes your eyes Bright, Strong and Healthy. It gives instant relief. At all reliable druggists 50 cents, or send 65 cents to C KOMC E MAYKRI.K Graduate German Expert Optician. Charter Member American Association of Opticians. 96 O Market Street., Opp. Hale ' s, San Francisco. Phone Franklin 3279. Home Phone C-4933. Mayerle ' s Eyeglasses are Guaranteed to be Absolutely Correct Phone San Jose 78 I Pacific SMiigle anil Box Co. J. C. Mcpherson, Manager Dealers in WOOD COAIv AND GRAIN RICHMOND COAI, ii.oo Park Avenue Sttn Jo e, Gol. Pratt-low Preserving Coinpafiy PACKERS OF CANNED FRUITS AND VBGBTABI,ES Fruits in Glass a Specialty Santa Clara, California S. A. ELLIOTT SON FlMiialiiii.g ' € as Fittisig GUN AND LOCKSMITHING TeivEphone Grant 153 902-910 Main St. Santa Clara, Cal. A. L. SHAW DEALER IN FUEL, FBED and Plasterers Materials Sacks Not Included in Sale Phone Santa Clara 42 R 1164 Franklin St. Santa Clara Jacob Eberhaid, Pres. and Manager John J. Eberhaid, Vice-Pres. and Ass ' t Manager EBERiiARpjrANN]NG_C Tanners, Curriers and Wool Pullers Harness-Latigo and Lace Leather. Sole and Upper Leather, Calf. Kip and Sheepskins Eberhard ' s Skirting Leather and Bark Woolskin Santa Clara, California -♦-♦-♦ ■- - - -- THE REDWOOD } that have the merit of bringing you back J, Clothes for another suit of the salne make is the kind we sell, and there is no particular trick in it beyond the fact that the garments are tailored by hand and honestly constructed from the inside outward, which means that each part is correctly made and as it ought to be. " Aico System " I Clothes $15.00 and upward f ALL GUARANTEED DOUBLY © I THAD. W. HOBSON CO. l S 16-22 West Santa Clara St. San Jose, CaL © e C. omitn, Men ' s Fine Fiirmstiing Goods Underwear, Neckwear, Driving Gloves, Etc. SHIRTS MADE TO ORDER ,q pjpg STREET The Pastime Cafe and Pool Room Try our Special and Famous Drinks We get the sporting news of the world 28 North Fir Street San Jose, Cal. Founded 1851 Incorporated 1858 Accredited by State Uii College Notre Dame SAN JOSE, CALIFORNIA COURSES Coi,i,EGiATE, Preparatory, Commerciai, Intermediate and Primary Classes for Younger Children APPLY FOR TERMS TO SiSTER SUPERIOR THE REDWOOD Sm Jose Engraving Company — SSnc etchings Ifal! Cones Do you want a hall " tone for a program or pamphlet? None can make it better. San Jose Engraving Company 32 Lightston Street San Jose, Cal. Read ttie JOURNAL For the Local Nev s S1.50 a Year 913 Franklin Street Santa Clara, Cal. ♦ ♦♦♦»♦ »♦«♦♦ ♦- »-» ♦»♦»♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦»♦♦♦♦♦»♦♦♦♦♦ «»♦»♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦»♦♦ I THE REDWOOD True Blue Serges for Gradu- ates Blue Serge is the year ' round favorite. We show a full assortment at popular prices. A man always likes a Blue Serge suit best be- cause it gives him service — right, night or da} — always in place. Men of all ages favor Blue Serge when they ' re " True Blue. " Will we satisfy you? " You b et we will! " HERNANDEZ COLLEGE TAILOR t 12 N. Second St. A. San Jose, Calif. THE REDWOOD GUS II. KILHORX J. EMMETT HAYDEX 1 Phone Kearnv 2954 FERRY CAFE First-Class Place to Dine when near the Ferry 1 SEPARATE DINING ROOM FOR LADIES 34 to 40 Market Street SAN FRANCISCO Bausch Lomb Optical Co. Microscopes, Magnifiers, Micro- tomes, Photo-Micrographic and Chemical Apparatus, Stains and Chemicals, Photographic Lens- es, Field Glasses, Transits and Levels, Projection Lanterns Factories: Rochester, N. Y„ Frankfurt, a M, Germany 154 Sutter Street SAN FRANCISCO THE REDWOOD L. F. SWIFT. President l,EROY HOUGH, Vice-President B. B. SHUGERT, Treasurer DIRECTORS— t. F. Swift, I.eroy Hough, Henry J. Crocker, W. D. Dennett, Jesse W. Wlienthal eapital ¥am in $1,000,000 lUestern IHeat Company PORK PACKERS AND SHIPPERS OF Dressed Beef, Mutton and Pork, Hides, Pelts, Tallow, Fertilizer, Bones, Hoofs, Horns, Etc. monarcb atid @ioa$len @ate Brands Canned Meats, Bacon, Hams and Lard GENERAI, OFPIC:©: Sixth and Townsend Streets, San Francisco, Cal. Cable Address STEDFAST, San Francisco. Codes, Al. A B C 4th Edition Packing House and Stock Yards South San Francisco, San Mateo Co., Cal. Distributingr Houses San Francisco, Oakland, San Jose, Sacramento and Stockton Wholesale CONFECTIONERY Buy direct from the manufacturer and get the fresh goods. Why buy goods that are made elsewhere and shipped in? They cannot be as good, as they are often dry. When dry they are old. Phone Santa Clara 3R 1084 Franklin St. y. 2 5 : ' J San Jose Transfer Co. Moves Everything Thai is Loose Phone San Jose 78 Office, 62 East Santa Clara St. , San Jose iniUl is NOTHJNG BETTER Than Our Bouquet Teas At 50 Cents Per Pound Even though you pay more. Ceylon, :englisli Breakfast, and Basket Fired Japan Farmers Union San Jose THE REDWOOD • u © •v h 0 m a 0) THE REDWOOD %AU JOSE.C: :L-. Is in your hat t • " ♦ .•H-H•4 • • 4 4•- ■f•i•♦• 4•H•4•♦ " ' ' 4 ' • ' 4•4 " W•4 • •:- • 4- •4•H[ •H w 4•4•• 4• Carpets Cleaned and Relaid Upholstering T BYERS-McMAHON CO., Inc. The Store That Saves You Money CARPETS, DRAPERIES, FURNITURE LINOLEUMS AND WINDOW SHADES I 52 W. Santa Clara St., San Jose Telephone San Jose 4192 Ravenna Paste Company Manufacturers of All Kinds of Italian and French PASTE PHONE SAN JOSE 787 127-131 N. Market St. San Jose R.E. MARSH DEALER IN Furniture, Carpets, Linoleums Matting, Window Shades, Etc. Upholstering and Carpet Work a Specialty Phone Santa Clara 123 R I. O. O.F. Bldg. Santa Clara «• . « . -i■; ' 2■ . - -■S ' «© i-. ia , - ' «- .( « r .(|« ' . 8 fe Sr • ' fe« ■4i ■• S • ' yr 5 fenB -fei - ' fe S " ) £ Trade with Os for.... I Good Service and Good Prices ' £ Special Prices given in Quantity Purchases. Try us and be | ' £ convinced. VARGAS BROS. Pliome Santa Clara sso Santa Clara J CfodUid The Blind Caius T. Ryland No Cause por Complaint Justice Napoleon — A Dkp:am oe Empire The Finality of Man Editorials - - - Exchanges In the Library Alumni College Notes Athletics Maurice T. Dooling, Jr., A. B. ' op 279 Ivev. J. P. Morrissey, S. ., B. S. ' 91 280 Rev. H. Woods, S.J. 284 M. T. DooHng.Jr., A. B. ' 09 290 Chas. D. South, Litt. D. ' 09 292 Rev. J. S. Ricard, S.J. 307 313 315 - - - - 316 318 323 326 Nace Priuting Co. Santa Clara, Cal. T -r 1 £ Entert ' d Dec. i8, igo2, at Santa Claia . Calif, as iecond-clas. . matter, under Act nf Congress of March j, 879. Vol. X SANTA CLARA, CAL., MAY-JUNE, 1911 Nos. 8-9 THi: BLIND i JxJ daij upon ihe streets with si hiless eyes Sg; e stands, a ra ed cap held in one hand herein lie heaped the pennies that ave tossed Jieedlesslij to him. Jn his ears all day pJhere i inis the sound of- voices, strident, shrill, (From lips he ne ' er may see; and the sharp olan£ £)f ever hurrying feet upon the pave Gomes to him. Restless, weary, unoontent, hey hasten hy, ur£ed onward hy the lure fif (Fame, c mhition, (pleasure, J ove of (Gold, (Fierce Jxust that hums and hlaakens, or the £oad fOf piscontent—and of the passing throng ome £ase on him, perchance, and mutter, " lind. " ut when ni ht comes he leaves his post and goes (Up a dark stairway, where soft voices greet, s nd small arnns cling to him, and little lips eek his with kisses; so the long, hard day lips from him like a weary dream at dawn .... nd still with restless feet they throng the streets. Js he the blind, J wonder, or are they? . . pooling, S)r., ' 09. 280 THE REDWOOD CAIUS T. RYLAND (The following eulogy on the late Caius T. Ryland was pronounced by the President of Santa Clara College, the Rev. J. P. Morrissey, S. J., B. S. ' 91 on the occasion of the presen- tation of Ryland Park to the City of San Jose, March 14, 1911.) Honorable Mayor, Native Daughters of the Golden West, Ladies and Gen- tlemen: It is rare that a celebration combines so many elements of fitness as the pres- ent one. It is a celebration in the city of San Jose for one of the great makers of our city; a celebration planned by the Native Daughters of the Golden West in honor of one of the grand pioneer fathers of California; a celebration oc- casioned by the donation to San Jose of this ample and beautiful pleasure ground by the heirs of one whose life work was the uplifting of our city and the promo- tion of the welfare of our people. It is fitting, too, inasmuch as, while it brings to the remembrance of the older citizens of San Jose one who once known, could never be forgotten, it affords the oppor- tunity of making him better known to those who were not always with us, but who, now, as citizens of this fair city, have the same duty of gratitude as our- selves to the makers of San Jose. Caius Tacitus Ryland, lawyer, orator, banker, philanthropist, public -spirited citizen and devout Christian, was born in Missouri on June 30, 1826. His father was one of the most eminent citi- zens of that State, a brilliant legal light, a Circuit Judge, and Judge of the Su- preme Court of Missouri. Having crossed the plains to California in 1849, Mr. Ryland settled shortly after in San Jose, where he lived from 1850 until his death in 1897. Educated for the bar. and gifted beyond most men in general intellectual power as well as in those special qualities which make for success in his chosen profession, few men in a generation renowned for strength of character, resoluteness, enterprise and energy equaled Ryland in these gifts. As he consecrated them to the common good in a life distinguished for public service and private virtue, it is well to consider him briefly under this two-fold aspect. As a public-spirited citizen Ryland did much in the early days of our city and throughout his life to promote its progress. Every public cause had in him a staunch, capable and devoted sup- porter. One of the most important pub- lic works in our early history was the building of the wagonroad across the Sierra Madre Mountains to Santa Cruz. To Ryland in great part this great en- gineering feat was due. When later on the first railroad was to be built in Cali- fornia, and, in fact, west of the Rockies, it was due largely to the persistent ef- forts of Mr. Ryland that it was built from San Francisco to San Jose. Elect- ed to the State lyCgislature in 1855, and again in 1857, he filled with signal honors such important positions as Chairman of the Committee on Internal Improvements in the Assembly and THE rp:dwood 281 Speaker of the House. In 1876 he was Chairman of the Democratic State Con- vention, and after having been twice elected to represent his party in its National Convention, served in 1888 as Vice President of the convention by which Mr. Cleveland was nominated. His qualities were appreciated by men ■ of affairs, irrespective of party. Thus, Governor Low appointed him one of the Commissioners to locate the State Uni- versity, of which afterwards he was made one of the first Directors. In San Jose the State Normal School owed much to his energetic work as a Trustee of that institution. Gratitude forces me to add that which but for gratitude I would, for personal reasons, pass over in silence here — that Santa Clara Col- lege, which has been honored with a friendship and devotion of some of Cali- fornia ' s greatest men, never had a more cherished friend than Mr. Ryland. In- terested in its foundation, he watched its growth with an almost personal pride, and besides ether signal benefactions, the annual Ryland prize for debating founded by his generosity keeps his name and fame ever fresh among its children. These were labors vast enough and honors sufficiently great for one man to bear, and yet there were those who would have urged him on to even greater conquests. But to these, though no one was more fitted for them than he, Ryland did not aspire. To one who knew his character the explanation is clear. Active as he was in everything that made for the common good, public- spirited, devoted, patriotic, there was in Ryland a certain greatness of soul which made him indifferent to personal aggran- dizement and preferment. The petty spirit of factional bickering was distaste- ful to his noble mind and alien to his generous heart. When great deeds were to be done he was in the fore-front of the fight and did his duty manfully to all the people. When the time of crisis was passed he scorned the spoils of con- quest. The opening of the Civil War found him one of the strongest of those noble men who by their decisive stand saved California to the Union and pre- vented her being swung into line with the solid and revolutionary South. But when Governor Haight offered him a place on the Supreme Bench and strove to win him for that honored position as a recognized glory of the California Bar and a man whose conspicuous honor and integrity would have made him most acceptable to the people, irrespective of party, R.yland declined the proffered preferment which a smaller man would have coveted. When, again, urged by his fellow citizens, he permitted his name to be placed in nomination for the United States Senate, although in the contest he displayed the same noble in- difference which had marked his whole career, it is more than a sufficient glory for him in the minds of those who know the history of our State politics that all the forces behind Iceland Stanford, his rival, were able to win the contest for the latter by a majority of only two votes. In this enough has been said to give an idea of the political greatness 282 THE REDWOOD and the civic spirit of him whom we honor today. In speaking of his private life I feel, ladies and gentleman, that I am tread- ing on sacred ground. There are, in- deed, those among you who knew him not, but no one to whom his merit is unknown. If I ask those who knew, the answer comes from every side that nothing is too high, nothing too good to say of the name of Ryland. Through- out his long career of more than 70 years never for a moment was it sullied. Sus- picion or doubt never for a moment tar- nished its glory or dimmed its luster. A devoted husband, the wish of a gen- tle wife who loved her home better than the most exalted circles, she was so ad- mirably fitted to grace, was assigned by many, and not without reason, as a par- tial cause of his distaste for public office. A devoted father, he reared a family worthy of his name and of the noble principles of which his life was so con- spicuous an example. A convert to the Catholic Church, he was ever a loyal follower of the teaching of Christ and found in his religion a congenial support of the many virtues with which Nature had endowed him. A man of faith, humility and prayer in an age in which man ' s neglect of his Maker is not counted a defect, daily might he be seen kneeling in the Church of God, and in his old age many were the hours which he spent before the altar in reverent communion with his Creator. In him the poor man had ever an adviser, a champion and a friend. He gave to the poor because they were poor, nor was he wont to regard too closely the merit of those who appealed to his charity. Enough for him that the plea was made in the name of poverty, in which he recognized the mortal garb of the Son of God. A great political power, Ryland was not a politician; a man of vast wealth, he was the friend of every poor man; one of the most respected and honored men in California for half a century, he was as humble as a child; interested in all that made for the common good, he was himself the very soul of disinter- estedness; a great lawyer, he was an honest man. Great in his public s er- vices, he deserved well of his fellow- citizens; pure, generous and devout in his private life, he deserved well of his God. Among the great figures of the pioneer age, his figure rises pre-eminent. His was a well-rounded, complete and perfect life. And recalling to mind the noble men who have adorned the history of our State, to no one of them can I apply with more sincerity and conviction that praise which Arnold bestows on Socrates — " He saw life steadily and saw it whole. " My words in honor of that noble lady, the partner of his life ' s vicissitudes, shall be few and proportioned rather to what would be her desire than to her deserts. United with him during 50 years, she is not separated from him in death. A year ago she was laid to rest beside him in the hallowed burial ground of Santa Clara. Here, too, in this park devoted to the people of San Jose, their THE REDWOOD 283 names shall live together. A model of every womanly grace, the daughter of our first governor, the noble Peter H. Burnett, we see in her a typical daugh- ter of the Golden West, brave, sincere, tender, true. A martyr through long years of suffering, she was ever gentle, sweet and uncomplaining. For 55 years she dwelt in this spot which her patient suffering hallowed and sanctified. Her eulogy is spoken when I say that she was a worthy companion of Caius Taci- tus Ryland. With him let me conclude this feeble word of praise. When, on the day of his funeral, his body was be- ing borne through the thronged streets of our saddened city, an aged negro fol- lowed it, sobbing as if in unconsolable grief. Asked why he wept, the poor man, a frequent recipient of his gener- ous charity, answered, " The prince of them all is gone. " My friends, the sentiment of that poor negro was echoed that day in many a breast. The noble Ryland heart had ceased to beat. The stainless life was over. The work he had set himself to do, he had done well. And rich and poor alike felt that a friend had passed from their lives whose loss would be irreparable. San Jose had lost in him one of the most eminent of her sons. " The prince of them all was gone. " Such was this man. May his life be an inspiration to coming generations of men and women to live that full life for God and country which finds its perfect realization in Caius Tacitus Ryland. 284 THE REDWOOD NO CAUSE FOR COMPLAINT AN ENGLISH SHETCH CONTAINS VER.SES IN PROLOGUE In old French forms the poet ' s lay Danced blithe along its sunny way; When grace and wit were in their prime He strove not after thoughts sublime. Nor coveted the epic bay. On his tongue prompt, the rythmic play Oft foils their efforts who assay To clothe our speech of harsher clime In old French forms. Yet into Gallia ' s garden gay The Saxon Muse will sometimes stray; So, dressed as in the olden time, Our players spin a thread of rhyme, To string their verses of today, In old French forms. Monsieur Vievixtemps. Alphonse, his nephew. Pierre, his servant. The Village Cure. MoNS. Vieuxtemps (Gouty, in chair, zvakifig up) : Alphonse! — These youngsters of today Have lost all sense — Alphonse! I say! Of what is due to worth and age — Alphonse! — I ' m almost in a rage: And woiTld be, were my temper not Bland as the summer brezees. What The — ! Where ' s that boy?— Now who Could— Ai,PHONSE [Entering breathlessly) : Uncle dear, what can I do? And pardon, please, my brief delay In coming — MONS. V. Eh! What ' s that you say? Delay, forsooth! You ' ve made me wait. An hour at least — Ai PH. Nay, let me state ' Tisbut ten minutes since I passed Your door, peeped in, and saw you fast Asleep; so to the garden went To take the air. MoNS. V. Now sir, who sent You here to contradict your betters? I have not slept — OLD FRENCH FORMS Pie;rre [Enters zuith letters). M ' sieu these letters Came by the post an hour ago — MONS. V. Sirrah! An hour! I ' ll have you know Your duty. Sir! How dare you keep—? Pierre. Pardon M ' sieu. Yon were asleep. [Throws letters on table, drops one on floor.) MoNS. V. Asleep? I see you both conspire To torture — Ah-h-h ! My foot ' s on fire. I have not closed an eye. Alph. Why then So be it, uncle — MonS. V. You young men Grow mighty pert and free of tongue. It was not so when I was young. When I was young each youth avowed Profound respect for age, and bowed Full lowly as his elders passed. And heard their voice with eyes downcast. Nor dared to speak his thought aloud ; Even the giddy schoolboy crowd Were by the bleared eyes ' glance so cowed, That awe was in each visage glassed When I was young. Today, young men grown bolder-browed. Ignore the wrinkles years have plowed In venerable heads. Their vast Assurance makes me stand aghast; — ' Such insolence was not allowed When I was young. Pierre [aside) . When he was young! Oho! his youth Was like his age. To tell the truth Always " My lord " — Ai,PH. [aside). Hush! Pierre, be still! Your words are as your features — ill — Pierre [aside). Yet just as true, be sure, — Alph. [aside) . No! No! You must not — MONS. V. What ' s that whispering low? Tell me! THE REDWOOD 285 AXPH. We speak of bygone days. Recall the past — Pierre [aside) . But not to praise The virtues of M ' sieu — Ai,PH. When I Was still a child, and you — Pierre {aside). Fie! Fie! He vexes me past all complaint: This boy would make him out a saint. TRIOLETS Isn ' t he a saint, Mild and sweet of tongue? Mark his manners quaint; Isn ' t he a saint? No undue complaint From his lips is wrung. Isn ' t he a saint? Mild and sweet of tongue? ' But alas! I mayn ' t Tell a rogue unhung. Gladly wotild I paint, — But alas! I mayn ' t, Old Vieuxtemps when young; But, alas! 1 mayn ' t Tell a rogvie unhung. Alph. But I ' m forgetting. While we chat Something is wanting. Tell me what You called me for. MONS. V. Oh yes ! Let ' s see — I wanted — now what could it be? My snuffbox? — No, ' tis here — My drink? — No there it stands — My book? — Let ' s think- Perhaps a draught? — A slight catarrh {sneezes) Has caught me. Was the door ajar When you came in? Alph. Oh no! fast closed, Some fancy, doubtless, while you dozed — MONS. V. How dare you! I was wide awake! Alph. Pardon! A lapsis ling — MoNS. V. Don ' t make Such sly suggestions— Very queer I can ' t recall — Well, since you ' re here Just stir the fire a bit — No stop ! Leave it alone! You ' re sure to drop The tongs or poker. Draw that screen A little nearer. Not between Me and the light you stupid! Put It back again. Aha my foot! What led you to the garden, pray? Alph. It seemed so pleasant there today. When shadows fleet and wild birds sing, One learns the secret of the spring. — RONDELI, When shadows fleet and wild birds sing And earth breaks forth in leaf and flower. And honey bees on eager wing " Improve, " once more, " each shining hour, " x nd swallows throng the old church tower; We learn the secret of the Spring, When shadows fleet and wild birds sing. And earth breaks forth in leaf and flower. We learn each petty grief to fling Into the arms, whose wondrous power New life from wintry death doth bring. Bids sunbeams chase each April shower; When shadows fleet and wild birds sing. And earth breaks forth in leaf and flower. MONS. V. Spring ' s secret you can learn; and yet You can ' t find out, when I forget. Just what I want. Why don ' t you learn Something that ' s useful ? {Bell rings exit Pierre. ) Alph. Do not turn To ridicule the simple rhyme. Which, in the happy childhood time. With low, sweet voice she sang to me, The boy that stood beside her knee — Dear voice! long hushed in death — MoNS. V. Pooh! Pooh! {Reenter Pierre ivith cure. ) Pierre. M ' sieu le Cure. MONS. V. How d ' ye do? Cure- Good day my friend! Thank you, Pierre! {who sets chair for him). My boy Alphonse {who advances to take chair and u»ibrella) , I do declare His mother ' s iiuage! {aside) Ah! The poor Lost a kind mother, to be sure. When good Madame Louise was made A saint in heaven. — I am afraid Your foot is troublesome. 286 THE REDWOOD MONS. V. Can you Not work a miracle, M ' sieu, And cure my pain? Cure. Be sure I can, Patience and prayer, my dear, good man, Will cure — MONS. V. Aha! you come to mock. To make me here a laughing stock! Cure. Nay. Who dare mock, when the good God Lays on his child the chastening rod. Fear not, dear friend, thy cross to bear; It light is made by patient prayer. VII,I,ANEI,LE Fear not, my friend, thy cross to bear; Though heavy on the soul it lies, It light is made by patient prayer. Though all that in the world is fair Flees from thy life ' s cold, wintry skies. Fear not, my friend, thy cross to bear; Nor fail, how great the weight of care. For thou mayest learn in glad surprise, It light is made by patient prayer. Even though fierce pangs thy heartstrings tear; Though discord break sweet, human ties, Fear not, my friend, thy cross to bear. When He whose cross thou now dost share. Watches thy grief with tenderest eyes, It light is made by patient prayer. From heaven ' s high bliss thySaviour cries: " Fear not, my friend, thy cross to bear: Its weight is multiplied by sighs; It light is made by patient prayer. ' ' MONS. V. {aside). Easy enough to preach and pray When all goes well. It ' s safe to say, M ' sieu would sing another song Ifjhe, like me, the whole day long Were kept a prisoner — Cure. If we knew How much G od gives us and how few Our sufferings, which we often owe To our own selves, we should be slow To grumble. True you suffer — Pierre, {aside) . Yes, But if he ate a little less. And drank a little less — Cure But still How great a comfort when you ' re ill Alphonse must be. MoNS. V. The selfish cur Would let me die before he ' d stir A finger — CuRE- That, indeed, is strange. His mother was not so. What change Is that my boy? Alph. Indeed, there ' s none! MoNS. V. The cub neglects me — Cure Ah! my son! MoNS. V. Today he left me all alone To take his pleasure — Pierre. You must own He watched beside you all last night — AtPH. Hush! Silence! Pierre, it is not right — Pierre. Not right, indeed. His only crime Is that he spent a little time While master slept — MoNS. V. You rascal I Slept not a wink — Pierre. Then, sir, I lic- it matters not — He spent, I say A little time— Alph. No more, I pray, — Pierre, in trimming the rose arbor near The peachtree wall. — Alph. Yes! never fear! Uncle, you will be better soon. And in the summer afternoon You love to sit there — Pierre {aside). That ' s " the cur, " " The cub neglects me. " {to Mons. V.) Really, sir, Until the play has reached its end One never knows the hero ' s friend. rondeau Who is my friend? I do not know, In life, as on the stage, I trow Things are not always what they seem. But upside down, as in a dream, Where tilings inconsequently go. THE REDWOOD 287 Effects unlooked for often flow From causes ill-conceived; and so I oft hold him in slight esteem, Who is my friend. Again, the painted masks that glow With smiles mechanical, but grow Solemn behind ray back, I deem Faces lit up with friendship ' s beam. Time ' s last result alone will show Who is my friend. Ai,PH. A wolf beneath the sheep ' s soft fleece! Wonders, they say, will never cease. Our Pierre, a cynic serving man! Cure. Yet none, so runs the proverb, can Better a hero ' s weakness gauge Than he, who for a petty wage, Silent, respectful, ready stands To execute " My lord ' s " commands. Ai,PH. Pierre ' s judgment is too harsh. Cure Why so? Ai,PH. It seems to me we really know Our friends. They are not false, but Fate Of Joy impatient, will not wait Till lenient Death at last divide Love ' s bonds, but snatches from our side Those whom we cherish most, and drives Through paths divergent parted lives. Thus friendships Fate untimely ends; We know, but cannot keep, our friends. Who keeps his friends? Alas! ' tis true We find along life ' s rugged way Acquaintance many; friends are few. And these, companions of a day — A stage upon the journey, they Keep step with us, and make it bright With pleasant talk and merry lay — Then clasp, and vanish from our sight. We scarce have time to cry ' ' adieu, ' ' No power of tongue to bid them stay; Quickly they fade from out our view Into the backward twilight gray Our onward course denies delay; Others, to heal the heart ' s dull blight, A season by our side may play — Then clasp, and vanish from our sight. At times faint whisperings pursue Our path, and fill us with dismay, Murmuring how elsewhere friendships new Bind those o ' er whom our souls held sway, Yet does this truth our grief allay; " None can diverging roads unite. " Fate wills the parting; friends obey; Then clasp, and vanish from our sight. A little while the heart is gay; Friends fill our narrow sky with light: The dark hour comes — ' ' Farewell, " they say; Then clasp, and vanish from our sight. Cure. I like not that word fate. Alph. And why? Cure, it is the wild, despairing cry Of godless men who yearn in vain, By their weak efforts, to attain Knowledge of mysteries profound With which each life is girt around — {pick- ing up letters from the floor). But what is this, Alphonse? A note Addressed to you: the seal, a coat Of arms, a viscount ' s coronet — Your friend is somebody; and yet — MoNS. V. Give me the letter— AtPH. Pardon, sir, ' Tls private — MoNS. V. Then I may infer The writer is no stranger here — A correspondence, it is clear. " Dear Viscount, " so your letter ran, " I reall} ' am the bluest man " You can imagine. This dull place " Is quite oppressive. " Then you trace My portrait with no tender hand Call me a " heartless tyrant, " and With, " Pity poor wretched, banishedme " You sig-n yourself: " Alphonse de V. " This, the reply — no need to break The seal to learn its sense; I take The viscount to be of your kind. His answer runs, as we shall find: — " My dear Alphonse, your painful lot ' ' Moves me to tears. Why can you not " Throw off your chains and come to me? 288 THE REDWOOD " Break from your prison and be free! " Yo ur gaoler by the gout is tied " So fast, that, even though he tried, " He could not stop you. So no more " Delay, Alphonse, and ' Au revoir ' " — " When nephews fleet and viscounts sing, " learn the secret of the spring " — Pierre. You do him wrong. Cure. Be sure you do. Pierre. You do not know Alphonse, M ' sieu. MONS. V. I do him wrong? Well, here ' s the test {shows letters) . Open it sir {gives it to Cure) . Cure. It will be best To know the truth — Ai,PH. 1 beg you stay! MoNS. V. You see, your precious protege Is frightened. Open it and read The viscount ' s answer! Alph. Sir! I plead Spare me this trial! MONS. V. Not a word! 1 say the letter shall be heard! Proceed Monsieur! Cure. It cannot be — Tell me, Alphonse! I would not see My child disgraced — Ai,PH. Disgraced! Oh no! I ' ll tell you afterwards — MoNS. V. And so You will not read the letter {snatches it) . There ( Tearing it open and giving it to a servant). You ' ll do it well. Quick, read it, Pierre! Pierre. ( Turns it over and over. ) I read it. But sir, what say you? {To Alphonse.) MoNS. V. You ' ll do what you are bid to do. Alph. No! No! good Pierre! Pierre. {To Mons. V.) Some other day Will do as well. {Offers letter to Al- phonse. ) Mons. V. {Snatches it,) It shall, I say. Be read at once — at once — though I Myself should do it. {Puts on glasses, reads first lines, drops letter, stares at Al- phonse). " Upset " [Why! I can ' t make this thing out— Pierre. Oho! " The boy ' s a cub, " " a cur, " you know — Cure, it seems that all is coming right And I may venture — {looks at letter, wipes his eyes.) What poor light! To read the viscount ' s answer— " Dear " Alphonse. Your letter, it is clear, " Must all my cherished plans upset. " Too bad— but still I cannot fret " At missing you. At duty ' s call " Pleasure must be abandoned. All ' ' Feel you are doing right to stay " With your poor uncle. I will pray " That the dear invalid may regain " His wonted health, and shall remain " Your ever faithful friend. " Mons. V. My boy! Forgive me! — Ai,PH. Nay, it is a joy To be with you. The pains you bear Sometimes disturb you. Should I care To grieve about some trifling thing. And you in anguish? It would bring Just judgment on my selfishness. Cure. May the good God forever bless The boy!— : Mons. V. And pardon me. How blind I ' ve been. Monsieur, and how unkind — Heaven grant me grace to change my way And you to bear with patience — {to Alphonse). AtPH. Nay, God grant us both, be this our prayer. Each in the other ' s cares to share. chant royai,. AtPH. Why should bright youth his glowing course restrain. Because full feeble are the steps of Age? Why should his limbs be bound in strict- est chain. As if this could another ' s pains assuage ? Youth ' s road is smooth: Why then should he not run Rejoicing in the way he has begun ? Sorrow comes soon enough, why then surround THE REDWOOD 289 With wintry ghosts, one in Spring ' s beauty crowned; Or grant to Autumn winds frail blooms to tear?— Youth ' s freedom by heaven ' s law is firmly bound, " Each miist the other ' s daily burden share. ' ' MONS. V. Youth ' s fairest hopes each flying year proves vain. And chills the ardent bosom ' s noble rage. In quietness unvexed would elders fain Draw- to an end in this their pilgrimage. For brave attire, they don what others shun, The hermit ' s robe of peace; and many a one Seeks rest in penitence for sins that found An early fruitage in his heart ' s rich ground. — Why mar their calm with Youth ' s rebel- lious blare? Hark ! on the ear the words oft whis- pered sound: " Each must the other ' s daily burden share. ' ' Ai,PH. Ye are not foes, seeking some good to gain Each in the other ' s loss, as if the gage Of battle lay between you on the plain iVnd both were pledged a ceaseless war to wage. No mutual clamor yours, as when the gun Doth with its sudden roar a foeman stun; But closest friends; not closer those re- nowned Heroic souls, to whose love ' s praise the mound Rising by mound, an ancient, lonely pair, On Cape Sigeum, will for aye redound — " Each must the other ' s daily burden share. " Curb. First comes the blade and then the ripened grain; Between these two in many a changeful stage. The leaf, the ear, nourished by heat and rain; So is it written in the sacred page. One process working ' neath the genial sun. As when from many threads one web is spun, While blazed the torrid noons, while tempests frowned, Till what sprang freshly green in harvest- browned Binds in one whole each change; and all declare In parables, that selfishness astound, " Each must the other ' s daily burden share. " Youth and full Years, we may not deem you twain; Man receives both in his full heritage Of life. Youth leads. Years following in his train. Cling with a grasp he cannot disengage. Each blends into the other ' s shape, and none Can them divide, or say: " Here Youth has done His course; now Age begins, " so close around Youth ' s form has Age his withered members wound — And seeing how they thus together fare, We deeper penetrate the truth profound; " Each must the other ' s daily burden share. ' ' Pierre. Bright Youth, dull Age, weak father and fair son, Each must the other help till heaven be won. Along the road, lest puzzling ways con- found; Across the stream, lest one or both be drowned; Until you come to God ' s serener air, Ry this rule, all cross purposes com- pound; " Each must the other ' s daily burden share. " Rev. H. Woods, S. J. 290 THE REDWOOD jusTici: (The following story should prove of interest chiefly for the reason that it originated with the late Mervyn Shafer. The germ idea is his, and at the time he told me of it he in- tended to make of it a story for The Redwood. The sickness that later resulted in his death came on soon afterwards and so the story was never written. I have purposely made it brief, fearing that any elaboration might result in a departure from the original idea. It is fitting that this story should appear in an Alumni Redwood. Never was better friend, grittier ball player, or truer son of Santa Clara than Mervyn Shafer, ' 09. ) SOME people are literally born to a trade or a profession. Their father, and their father ' s father were doctors or grocers and so they go on passing out flour or pills as a matter of course just as their ancestors did be- fore them. And so it came to pass that James Wilson was born to the business of smuggling. His father and his grandfather and a long line of greats — and great-greats before that had carried on the came honorable trade. It was no more than natural that he should fol- low in their footsteps. So it happened that James Wilson set himself up as a fishertnan on an unin- habited stretch of coast along one of the great oceans. And though he caught few fish and sold still fewer he seemed to prosper. Indeed, nearly all his iish- ing was done on certain moonless nights. Then a dark figure or two would steal across the sands to the water ' s edge, and a dark object which might have been a boat would slip through the waves onto the beach beyond. A sound of muflBed voices would break the still pauses of the night, mingled with the soft wash- wash of the waves upon the sand. Then the dark something would move off again into the sea. The next day there would remain no trace of the night ' s business either upon the surface of the sand or of the sea. But James Wil- son would have a box of fish to ship to the nearest city. Then one dark night, after the boat had as usual slipped in through the foam, the low, soft washing of the waves was drowned in shouts and cries and the heavy sound of feet running through the sand. Next a flash of light and the sharp report of a revolver, a scuffle, more shots, labored breathing, a dark bulk of men that moved slowly off across the sand. Then again silence and the low voice of the sea. Another smuggler had been run to earth. Wilson ' s trial was brief and resulted in a conviction. On the morning set for his sentence Judge Osgood was an- noyed to find a woman waiting for him at the door of his chambers. She ad- vanced with timid boldness and when he started to walk past caught him by the sleeve. " Judge, please. One moment, " she faltered. " Well, " he answered, frowning. " I ' m Mrs. Wilson, sir, mother of him you ' re to sentence, " she said. " They do say he ' ll be put in prison. Oh, judge, sir, please can ' t you let him off with a fine? I ' ll pay it gladly. " THE REDWOOD 291 " Mrs. Wilson, " said the judge, more kindly. " I am very sorry. But I am afraid your son must go to jail. The law expressly prohibits smuggling and there has been altogether too much of it lately. The law, madam, must be up- held. I am its servitor. " " But my boy — " She started to speak but he was gone. II That night Judge Osgood gave a din- ner to a few friends. With the coffee the servant brought in two boxes of cigars. " What an excellent cigar, " remarked the gentleman to the judge ' s left. " Yes, " the judge replied. " l was mighty lucky to get them . ' ' Then he continued with the self satis- fied air of one who explains his own cleverness. " They are Cuban cigars. I bought them last summer when I was in the West Indies, and coming home I slip- ped them through the customs in the bottom of my trunk. I am told the duty on them is enormous. " M. T. DoOLiNG, Jr. ' 09 292 THE REDWOOD NAFOLEON— A DREAM OF EMPISS: A DRAMA IN TWO ACTS AND TWO SCKNUS Napoleon Bonaparte Abbe Vignale, Chaplain at Long-wood Sir Hudson Lozve, British Cofnmander at St. Helena O ' Meara, Surgeon to Napoleon Count Bertrand, Fixnch Noblemen., Napoleon ' s faithful Count Monotholon j friends in exile Captain Winsor, of British Marines Tobias, a Negro Slave Private Walls., British Sentinel Officers., Soldiers., etc. Scene l. Parapet at St. Helena; British flag flying. Ocean visible in the distance. Near steps leading to h ' eastwork, a sen- tinel s box. British guard paces to and jro along xvall. Cap- tain Winsor of the Royal Marines, from a position behind para- pet, surveys the sea. As curtain rises Sentijtel rests his piece puts tnarine glass to eyes and looks seaward. The Captain, shading his eyes, gazes in the same direction. Captain Winsor ( To Sentinel) — With naked eye, the outlines of a ship In the dim distance I distinguish now. Soldier, how speaks the glass? Sentinel Walls — A double-decker with two rows of guns, And not an English look. She flies no flag. Winsor — Her course? Walls — Northwesterly. The instrument Might tell a clearer tale in better hands. {Hands glass to Captain) Winsor — Aye, possibly. {Looks through glass.) A Frenchman, by the book! Walls — And may I ask what sign you have made out That of her character informs you so? Winsor {Returns glass to Sentinel) — Well, I ' ll inform thee. If in Paris streets. It were thy task to pick an Englishman THE REDWOOD 293 From out a crowd where France ' s sons were thick, You would essay it thus: My countryman Is sturdy, big and broad; the Frenchman is A dapper fellow, rather undersized. Cut like a dancing-master ' s caricature. The Englishman holds high his head like this. ( Showing ) The Frenchman bows and scrapes, overpolite To the last limit of absurdity. Our man walks like a king; the others move Like subjects, or, I may say, underlings. The Englishman is firm-jawed, and his eye Hath all the fire that in his nature dwells. The Frenchman is a whiskered fantasy; Mustachios with stiff ends that well might serve For needles, and a beard a goat might wear. His eyes, uncertain bright, flash and grow dull, Like his champagne uncorked, that sparkles first, Then effervesces to a flattened drink. Walls — But how, then, when the hull is indistinct, Shall we identify a flagless ship ? WiNSOR — The ships of Albion, like Albion ' s sons, Are known by signs full unmistakable. In conscious might, they plow the seven seas. And never shall you see an English ship But proudly waves aloft her Union Jack. Walls — Then why call yonder vessel French, I pray ? It might be Spanish, Portugese, or Dutch. WiNSOR — Spain, Portugal or Holland have no trade That bids them hover round this barren isle. But France ' s heart bleeds for our captive here, And France ' s gold hath manned full many a ship To snatch Napoleon from his prison-house. In storms and darkness are surprises sprung, {Enter Loxve and listens unobserved) And wary must we be when this night falls. ( Winsor and soldier turn and salute Lowe) Lowe. What mean you. Captain, by " surprises sprung " ? And " wary must we be " ? 294 THE REDWOOD WiNSOR {To Sentinel) — Soldier, the glass! ( Takes glass from soldier and hands it to Lowe) Yon vessel bears a most suspicious look. The Bonapartists may have fell designs. Lowe {Looking through glass) — My sight was keener at your age than now. Here {returning glass to Captain) I depend upon your younger eyes. WiNSOR {Returns glass to soldier) — Well, I have seen and studied yonder ship, And make her out a Frenchman. Lowe — It is well. The lowering clouds portend the coming storm — There shall be no surprise; for, by St. George, I ' ll double all the guards and I ' ll surround Napoleon ' s keep with trustj ' men-at-arms. Their orders strict, in case of an attack, Shall be to shoot him as he were a dog. WiNSOR — His friends in exile — Lowe — Never heed the friends — Napoleon is the one man dangerous — His death alone will put the world at ease. For while he lives the devil in him works. WiNSOR — You do not mean — {Slowly enters old Toby, who in background proceeds to mend a Jishing net) Lowe — I mean the Corsican, Upon the plea of sickness, seeks to gain More liberty than I am wont to grant — But I shall give him less. His residence I ' ll make a jail of, and the privacy He pleads for shall be honored in the breach. WiNSOR {Looking off) — Hither Napoleon comes. Lowe — I ' ll wait for him. {Looking of) See how the trickster leans upon the arm Of that French Priest. He plays the part too well. His face is pale. I swear, he powdered it. I often wish that he would give me cause To run a sword through his infernal heart. He sees us not. Then from this shelter here Let us watch closely all his movements. Come. THE REDWOOD 295 {Winsor and Lowe enter Sentinel ' s box. Enter Nafoleon assisted by Abbe Vignale. Nafoleon gazes for a moment intently at old Toby mending the net., and., indicating th e negro zvith a gesture, speaks:) Napoleon — In contemplation of that poor old slave, What thoughts, Vignale, rush upon the mind! Atrocious crime it was to bring him here To languish in the bonds of slavery; And yet without a murmur he endures The cruel fate and bends him to his work With innocent tranquility. How strange The difference ' twixt man and man! In all Not one is like another, either in External form or inward organism. Had Toby been a Brutus, would not he Have put himself to death ? And had he been An Aesop he would now, perchance, have been Advisor to the Governor. Poor thing! A child-mind in an aged-head; — and yet, He had his family, his happiness, His liberty; but tutored avarice Seized him to turn his sinews into gold. Vignale — He is but one example of the slave On St. Helena ' s Isle. Your eyes speak this! Napoleon — Nay, there is not the least comparison! Though captive, the resources I possess As victim make a world of difference. Our sufferings are not corporeal, And if the tyrant should descend to that, Have we not souls to disappoint his rage? The whole wide earth hath fixed its eyes on us! Martyrs in an immortal cause we stand; — Adversity shall make our fame complete Vignale — {Looking out toward sea over farapet) — An exile gazing o ' er that waste of waves. With longing that no words can e ' er express, Kisses his hand to France. {Kisses hand.) Napoleon {Looking seaward) — My own dear France! And see, on the horizon there, a ship! (Suddenly noticing shif) . Ofttimes I dream of sails that bear me far Across the main! I see the shore I love . . . And then ... I wake. 296 THE REDWOOD Vignai e; — And doubly feel the chain! {Turning to Toby) — In Toby ' s face I read his mind, his soul. {Turning to Napoleon) I fancy you read faces like a book. Napoleon — My rule was never to be influenced Either by features or by words — and still Between the countenance and the character Some curious resemblances obtain; For in the face of Hudson Lowe I find The selfsame features of a tiger-cat- {Enter quickly Sir Hudson Lowe from Sentjy ' shox follozved by Winsor) Lowe ( To Nafoleon angrily) — The tiger-cat can tear you limb from limb; {Old Toby takes fishing-net and exits.) Napoleon — ' Twere better so than living death prolonged! ViGNALE {To Lowe) — Why do you harass your sick prisoner? Your daily insults cannot be inspired In Britain. Why, the meanest beast that walks Kicks a dead lion with impunity. Lowe — Dead Lion? No, the lion dragged him down And flattened out his carcass with its paw. ViGNALE — You should respect the greatness of his name. Lowe {Itonically) — The w ri? has done great things for men. Thinning the population to provide A larger scope for the surviving few! Napoleon ( Turning to Vignale) — My prison keeper does not comprehend What great things are. His occupation pares His understanding, and the prejudice Which wraps his mind gives fever to his tongue. What have I done? The walls that fend the sea And make a haven for the argosies Of trade where Antwerp ' s diamond-cutters thrive; — The royal highways that are Europe ' s boast — Antwerp to Amsterdam, and Mentz to Metz, Bordeau, Bayonne; and Simplon Pass, and all The Alpine roads that dwarf the feats of Rome — These are my works that time shall not efface. The Arts, Tours, Jena, Austerlitz, Turin Proclaim the enduring strength and majesty Of bridges lasting as the Pyramids, Conceived and planned and built by zvhom? By me. The restoration of the Lyons looms; — THE REDWOOD 297 Creation of a thousand factories Where millions spin and weave and flourish . these, These are my monuments; and Paris, too, Where my Museum of the Masters stands, Shall tell of her embellishments by me, Who made her capital of all the world. {Efiter Counts Montholon and Bertrand.) MoNTHOLON {hastening ' to Nafoleon ' s side) — My Emperor, I fear you disobey Your doctor. Why should you expose yourself To the cold winds that feed your malady? lyOWE — The illness that he feigns can ne ' er conceal The desperate plot his scheming brain has laid- Bertrand — A plot. Sir Hudson? Lowe — Plot, sir, was the word! ViGNALE (To Napoleon) — My son, your face is pallid! Montholon, Your aid! He faints! {A apoleon is given a seat on the rock) Lowe — He plays his part too well . His face waxed pale because my charge struck home! He staggers when I blast his futile hopes! Bertrand {Indignant) — Monster, to thus assail a dying man! Lowe — Monster is he that widowed England ' s homes, To be at length by England ' s mercy spared. Bertrand — Call you this mercy? Lowe — Yes, my brand of it! Bertrand — Then you are worthy of that breed of men Whose mercy soaked the Irish soil with gore, — Murdered with lust of blood old Erin ' s sons, — Butchered defenseless women and their babes; — Aye, you are worthy of that breed of men Who starved poor India ' s millons till they lay Helpless the while your heroes stripped their land To glut the gorge of English avarice. {Lowe glares at Bertrand). Montholon — Come, come, my chief, we shall assist you home. ( Offering arm to Napoleon) VignalE {To Bertrand) — Count Bertrand, pray do not indulge in words That may increase our difficulties here. Lowe — I charge that every Frenchman on this Isle Is plotting to secure that man ' s escape ! {Pointing to Napoleon) 298 THE REDWOOD Bertrand ( To Lowe) — Like one devoid of reason, sir, you speak. I owK iTo gi-ont)) — Confess what purpose brings you here today! Think you my guards along this rocky height Do shut their eyes when foes approach the walls? ViGNALE — Foes at the walls? Your meaning is not clear. I OWE — Then mark my words, for I shall speak full plain: Yonder upon the sea, without a flag, { Points) L,ies the French ship you fain would signal here. ( Bertrand and Montholon both start toward Lowe, as if to make em- phatic protest. ' ) Napoleon {Raises hand in admonition to Bettrand and Lowe and they stop.) Answer him not. His business is to seek A pretext for new infamies. With you. My friends, I ' ll back to Longwood house. My strength Returns. Peace, quiet — these I need — and rest. {Rises to go.) lyOWE — Stop. {To Napoleon) Not so fast! am commandant here. {French group stops amazed.) (To Winsor) — Haste, Captain. Summon me a guard forthwith. {Exit Winsor, up steps to parapet, and exit along parapet.) Montholon — Why are we halted thus ? Lowe — You shall soon learn. Old Johnny Bull will teach Monsieur Crapeau What bitter fruit the tree of mischief bears. {Enter., along rampart to steps., Winsor with six guardsmen in red uniforms. They enter in double column., file down steps in single order., and range in line at rear of French group ., facing about . Guns at earry-anns.) Lowe {Stepping out and addressing soldiers) — Soldiers, this Isle is threatened from the sea. I fear a night attempt, all by surprise. To wrest this captive from our custody. A French ship rides the waves not ten miles off, Doubtless awaiting signals from the shore. Guard you this group to Longwood; then surround Napoleon ' s quarters. After nightfall, let No human being in or out unless He show a pass from me. Montholon ( To Napoleon) — Protest were vain. Napoleon — I care not if he order them to shoot. THE REDWOOD 299 Lowe ( Stef-ping to conspicuous position on stair leading to parapet. To Winsor). Captain, your admonition I repeat: " In storms and darkness are surprises sprung, " And wary must we be when this night falls! " Stand ye alert, and, at the least alarm, Break down the doors, and then if need be, fire! Show him no mercy! Shoot! and shoot to KII,L,! Curtain ACT II Napoleon ' s room at Longzvood, St. Helena. Walls brown., vjith green bordering. Old-fashioned mantel, grate and fireplace at one side. Portraits of Maria Louisa., fosephine and Napoleon on walls, while on mantle-piece stands jnarble bust of Napoleon ' s son. On side of room op- posite fireplace, an iron bedstead, screen, chest of drawers, and library with green blinds. An old fashioned sofa and four or five cane-bottom chairs cofnplete the furniture. In second act, Napoleon appears in white dressing-gown, reaching to feet. Undertieath the gown is the chajacteristic military costume of Emperor Napoleon, in readiness for the dream-Scene, " Austerlitz. " {Discovered at beginning of Act II, Napoleon, sitting. Vignale standing near. Montholon and Bertrand about to leave apartment. O ' Meara seated at rear with back to lamp, immersed in book.) Montholon — Good-night, my chief. I beg you to dismiss All thoughts of that rude beast, Sir Hudson Lowe. {Moves totvard door.) Bertrand — In idle threats, my chief, his rage is spent. Think not of him. Napoleon — I sorrow that you taste The bitter cup he fills for me alone. Bertrand — Sorrow no more. No prouder we to share Napoleon ' s fortunes than Napoleon ' s fate. Montholon challenges my wits at chess! Goodnight! {Follows Montholon to door.) Napoleon — Good-night. {Exeunt Bertrand and Montholon.) — I once played chess myself. The kings and queens were real — my pawns were men. {Loud reports of thunder are heard. Vignale and Napoleon look up and listen. The thunder dies away.) 300 THE REDWOOD Napoleon — Hark, there is grim foreboding in the sound! ViGNALE — The sable squadrons of the clouds wage war, And heaven ' s artillery terrifies the world. Napoleon — Know you, Vignale, that the thunderstorms Have played a mystic part in my career ? Vignale — Ending the woeful argument of storms. Napoleon — No, Priest, the story ends at Waterloo! {Pause.} My final ruin lay in my advance Against the British lines at Quatre Bras. A thunderstorm accompanied my charge; — Jehovah ' s drums alarmed the quaking earth! Almighty God smote with His elements! And France ' s star sank in a sea of blood! Vignale — To what ill-omen does this storm give birth ? This tempest raging over all the Isle? Napoleon — As if an awful Voice spake through the storm, I hear ray summons — for my hour is near. Vignale — Cheer up, my son. You may outlive us all. In spite of martinets and maladies. Napoleon — {Nafohon looks over at O ' Meara) — The doctor, buried in a book, forgets All things around him. iO ' Meara looks up, lowers his book, and turns to Napoleon.) O ' Meara — Pardon me. ' Tis true. This book has had absorbing interest For me. Napoleon — A novel? O ' Meara — An analysis Of one man ' s acts through twenty years of power. Napoleon— My power lasted quite as long as that. O ' Meara — It is an English estimate of him Whom England, even in his exile, fears. Napoleon — Of me? O ' Meara — It is " The L,ife of Bonaparte. " And written with a pen of prejudice. Napoleon — And have you learned aught new of me? O ' Meara — One thing I marvel at: It calls you ' atheist ' ERRATUM The following lines are to be inserted on page oOO after the fifth line ViGNALK — What? superstition? Napoleon — Call it what you will. When my brave army crossed the Niemen ' s tide To put a French yoke on the Russian bear, That first mad step toward my impending doom Was taken ' mid the crash of thunderbolts Which oped on me the floodgates of the sky. ViGNALE — And so all storms were rendered ominous Because of that most weird coincidence! Napoleon — Hear me. When that retreat began which tore Away from me the lands beyond the Elbe, My legions turned their backs upon the foe While heaven poured seas upon us, and the thunder Hurled down the wrath, as ' twere, of Sinai ' s L,ord. That was the second step toward ruin. Priest. THE REDWOOD 301 Napoleon — False as an English history of my deeds. All things proclaim the existence of a God. And I believe in Christ, the Son Divine. O ' Meara — I ' ll close the book. To hear from your own lips The refutation is enough for me. {Lays book on table. ViGNALE — Let me hear more. The subject is the most Transcendent one of all, and suits the time. O ' Meara — How shall you solve this skeptic argument; That there is naught of difference between The Nazarene and that old Eastern sage, Confucius, or L,ycurgus of the Greeks, Or Roman Numa, or Mahomet. Napoleon — Why , Those men wrote sundry laws exceeding wise; But naught in them reveals the Deity. Their weakness and their errors were as mine. Resemblances innumerable between Them and myself my whole life testifies; While everything in Christ amazes me, — His mind beyond me, and His will confounds. Not the least semblance possible exists Between Him and the merely wise of earth. He is apart from us; His birth, life, death. His doctrine most profound — our sorrow ' s balm, — His empire and His course o ' er every age And o ' er each kingdom, is a prodigy, A mystery so infinitely deep — So infinitely sacred — that I find My conscious self engaged in reveries From which my heart, soul, brain cannot escape; — A mystery that is before me now; Deny the truth I cannot, nor explain. In Him I see a likeness physical To man, but nothing further of our race. He builds His worship with His own pure hands. He builds His worship not with stones, but men. He wills the love of men, and love is His. Since earth began. He is the only One Who saith to all the ages, " I am God! " 302 THE REDWOOD And comprehending this, who will not say, As I, from out my soul, " He is Divine! " The Alexanders, Caesars, Hannibals, Conquered the world and left not here a friend. I wielded magic power over men, But only when my presence fired their souls! Look on Napoleon now, chained to a rock. Alone! Who conquers empires now for me? What countries have I in misfortune here? What man in Europe lifts a hand for me? How few the faithful of my host of friends? Dust I shall be full soon, by man forgot, Save as the subject of a schoolboy ' s theme. My body shall be pasture for the worms; — Such is the destiny of earthly kings. What gulf between Napoleon ' s misery And the eternal reign of Christ, preached, praised, Adored and loved, o ' er all the circling world. Living in all the universe supreme. ViGNALE — A nobler sermon I have seldom heard. O ' Meara — You even make my own belief more firm. Napoleon — My fall revealed my inner life to me. ViGNALE — But more than revelations of yourself, The revelation of the hand of God. O ' Meara — The strangest, maddest act in your career, If I may be so bold, was when you raised The sword against the Cross. What say you now? Was Pius Seventh or Napoleon right? Napoleon — Ah ! that old man of Rome ! I mocked his power That feeble Pontiff on the throne of Peter, Crowned with the snow of age, all fragile, bent, Without a sword his mandates to enforce; — Aye — in his palace there, a prisoner, Guarded by instruments of my vain will; — That frail old man of God, surrounded by Those unarmed, peaceful priests — I scorned him then; — Scorned his decrees, prayers, and anathema! But I was blinded by the dazzling rays Of glory such as Caesar coveted; And from my clay-built pinnacle I frowned THE REDWOOD 303 On servile kingdoms of a conquered world — My vassals, princes; kings, my satellites! And since proud monarchs of the earth bent low Before me, should Napoleon, Emperor, Halt in ambition ' s march because, forsooth, Rome cried, " Thy deeds call down the wrath of God " ? My armies triumphed till the wars oft seemed Decided by the magic of my name ! Not Alexander, sighing for new realms To bring beneath his sway; nor he that made The foes of Rome his footstool and his name To be the imperial synonym adown The countless ages from the Caesar ' s self To Czar and Kaiser — ever to battle led Such mighty hosts as courted death for me ! Europe ' s old capitals knew well the tramp Of my brave legions! Wherefore, then, should I, The conqueror of millions, stay my course At beck of that old Prince without a State? " Wherefore? " I ask, and my soul answers me: " Defiant of Omnipotence, Who spake, ' Thou shalt not have strange gods before thee, ' I Worshiped Ambition as a god, and fell. " " What God hath joined together, " saith the Voice, " Let no man put asunder, " and I broke The law Divine, and laughed at Rome as I Divorced my Josephine. O, Priest, from then My fortunes waned, my power ebbed away; — The thrones I builded crumbled into dust; — And, exiled, humbled, mocked, imprisoned, I Bow and confess my nothingness to God, And, wearied, lean upon the Rock of Rome! {A long toll of thunder is heard. The door opens., and Winsor enters. WiNSOR {To Napoleon) — I am instructed by Sir Hudson Lowe, Commandant, to inform the prisoner, Napoleon, that, from this hour forth tonight, Absolute silence must be here observed; A double guard is stationed at the door, With orders strict, if any sound within Denote unbidden stir, to burst their way 304 THE REDWOOD Into this chamber, and — you know the rest. The least resistance means Napoleon ' s death ! {Exit Captain Winsor.) O ' Meara — Good-night, my noble patient. And my thanks For your instructive eloquence. I trust That your repose will healthful be and sound. ( Goes toward door. ) ViGNALE {Following O ' Meara) — Good-night, my son. Napoleon — Kind friends, a fond good-night. {Napoleon waves his hand to them as the y exeunt. He then -presses his hands upon his blow., and strides across the room and back. Slowly he betakes himself to his couch, and composes himself for sleep. A dark change is here operated.) THE DREAM OF AUSTERLITZ {In illustration of Napoleon ' s dream., a gauze curtain is used, and the Emperor describes the battle , which is suggested by dissolving-light clouds thrown on the gauze curtain before which the actor stands. The sun-disc is seen through the clouds., and the general effect may be increased by the judicious introdtiction of waving standards and gleaming bayonets.) Napoleon (In " The Dream of Empire. " ) — The gray battalions of the mist take flight Before the burning lances of the morn ! Come, sun of Austerlitz, and blaze the way Of triumph for the arms and throne of France ! The Russians and the Austrians advance ! Soldiers, the empire ' s life is in your blades ! Charge, charge ! and let your eagles flesh their beaks Deep in the reeling body of the foe ! On, Soult and L,annes, Bernadotte, Murat ! O, sight magnificent ! The sunlight gilds A thousand banners o ' er the glittering mass ! The air is rent with trumpets and with drums ! With belching guns and shock of cuirrassieurs The mountains shake ! The battle spreads afar! On Pratzen height the sulphurous clouds that lift Show where my standards wave victorious still, And from the mountain-top, " Vive I ' Empereur! " Peals o ' er the battling columns in the vale! The Czar ' s Imperial Guard swings through yon pass ! THE REDWOOD 305 Ho, brave Bessieres, with my matchless Guard, Have at them now as with the thunder-clap! O, the wild meeting ! Standards rise and fall ! The vast plain is a sea of tossing plumes And waving helmets, while the clash of swords On ringing armor mingles with the blast Of countless bugles and the cannon ' s roar? What tumult now ! They struggle hand to hand ! Charge, charge and smite, and charge and smite again ! Forward the last reserves ! The Russians break ! My squadrons pour on the retreating foe ! Hark ! to the thrilling shouts of victory ! The armed menace to Napoleon ' s throne Hath melted in the sun of Austerlitz ! Now from the heights of glory I behold, As in a vision, Europe at my feet, One single nation, ruled by me alone, And o ' er it all the name, the flag of— FRANCE ! {End of the Dream Scene) (A second ' ' dark change ' ' restores the scene of JVapoleon ' s rooni as in the opening- of Act II. As the lights are turned on, Napoleon is dis- covered lying on his cotich, in deep sleep. The thunder rolls repeatedly. The door is burst open, and British soldiers, led by Captain Winsor, e7iter with bayonets at charge. Napoleon wakes. Not yet recovered ft 07n his dream., he itnagines himself still Emperor. Rising., he advances toward the soldiers, with an imperative gesture.) NAPOLEON ( To soldiers — Back ! ' Tis the Emperor ! {Napoleon, fully azvakened, succumbs to exhaustion and falls back on his couch. Vignale and O ' Meara entering step quickly to the couch. The stirgeon takes from his pocket a medicine case and selects a small vial, which he holds up to the light. ' ) O ' Meara — This will restore you ! ( The soldiers move back, gradually lowering their weapons. ) Napoleon — Nay, the remedy I crave is not of earth ! O ' ' Mea7 ' a moves softly away and Abbe Vignale goes fonvard and bends over Napoleon. Vignale ( To Napoleon) — I bring it you! 306 THE REDWOOD Napoleon — O, Priest, thy prayers ! Shrive thou my burdened Soul ! ( The Priest leans down over Napoleon for a moment, during ' which silence reigns. Then the priest raises his head, and Napoleon speaks slowly.) O, Savior, I repent my wordly past ! Faith of my Fathers, I was born in thee ! Enduring Faith, in thy embrace, I die ! {Montholon and Bertrand enter and, realizing that their master is dying, kneel and bow down. Napoleon ' ' s head falls back on his pillow, QMd his hands drop to his side. The soldiers look on, awe-stricken, their bayonets lowered and Vignale addresses them:) ViGN ALE— CEASE, BRITONS! FOR THE MIGHTY SOUL HATH FLED! GOD, IN HIS MERCY, SET YOUR CAPTIVE FREE! ( Curtain) [the end] Chas. D. South, Litt. D., ' 09. THE REDWOOD 307 THE FINALITY OF MAN (In the lig ' Kt of Rantism, Modern Germanism, CKristian THeosophism, Hindooism and CKristianized Aristotelianism.) WHILE walking aloag Demarara St., Susieville, Wyoming, I met a young philosopher " a la mode " just graduated from the meta- physical college of his native town of Timbuctoo. I congratulated him, of course, on his fresh laurels and what I naturally supposed his brilliant attain- ments. Only a few words from him sufficed to make it clear that his bril- liancy easily outshone many another star in the firmament of learning. His high metaphysical training had been a veritable flight far above the narrow- mindedness, the grovelling ignorance and superstition of those who still be- lieve in a Heaven or a Hell! My inquisitive turn of mind at once prompted me to look beneath the sur- face of things and I began to soliloquize thus: Why, according to that prince of learning who closeted himself for twenty years in his palace at Koenigsberg, every man, through the instrumentality of the Pure Reason, is the maker of the Moral Law — la Morale Ind pendante, you know — . But the maker, man, can like- wise unmake; he can suspend, dispense, amend, recall or repeal and be free. At the least, he can always make an epiky, which is equity. So, then, barring the almost unthinkable exception that one should be such a simpleton as really to wish to bind himself, every man is free and can break no law, for there is none to break. But according to the common understanding, hell is certainly a place for the persistent unamendable law- breaker. Therefore there is no hell. It follows as the light the day. The dash- ing young graduate I thought was the very acme of brazon effrontery, would turn out to be, after all, a wise little moralist who knew more philosophy than my forefathers had ever taught me. If there is no hell, it is no insult to send a man there, and if society thinks it an insult, so much the worse for society. Re-educate society and elevate it to the level of the new standard! Another gentleman, a countryman of the above-mentioned illustrious thinker, puts it somewhat differently. He says very explicitly that there is only one big thing in this world, beginning from this little earth we inhabit, to the brand-new star that is forming in Orion; that that one thing expressed itself, better than Proteus of old, in all the myriad forms of being that we see; that there is no use asking whether those forms are real or imaginary, for there never existed a difference between the subjective and the objective; and that the so-called bridge to pass from the one to the other, is a delusion and a snare, since there is only one thing under a more than milli- form appearance! That one thing is the One Substance of Spinoza existing in and by itself; the Pan of Greeks; the Absolute of Fichte, Schelling and George Hegel; the Eternal 308 THE REDWOOD Something- of Herbert Spencer; the Pro- toplasm of Evolution; the God of The- osophy; the Soul of Christian Science; the Electron of Chemistry; or, if you wish, Nature with a capital. According to these views, all in this vast universe is one and the same thing: the form is different, the reality behind, the same. Between you and me, there is no intrinsic difference: only you ex- press the same thing in one way; I, in another, and so on for the rest of man- kind. The Eatter-day-Saint and the unsanctified pagan do not differ: they are only different manifestations of the one Soul that animates the universe. The just and the unjust, the innocent and the guilty, the lover of truth and the perjurer, the grateful and the in- grate; the grafter and the man of no graft, the race-killer and the race- promoter or propagator, the self- restrainer and the licentious, are one and the same being parading under a different garb. Nay, the dog, the croco- dile and the bat and all sorts of wild animals and all the pests that ever af- flicted humanity, and all vegetables and minerals, are one and the same thing, just one big monster! Now, if those celebrated Professors who, without any, even the least con- ceivable shade of doubt, are followed by their ) ' -ounger brothers, the 20th century philosophers, teach such a doctrine, there is at once a veritable flood of evi- dence on behalf of the conclusion that there is no hell; since, on the one hand, it were too absurd that the great " I AM " could entertain the idea of self-damna- tion or do anything that would cause self-damnation; and, on the other, man as the mere expression of the great " l AM " , is absolutely powerless to think or accomplish self -damnation, for that would involve the damnation of the principal with whom he claims identity. Behold here, then, a doctrine that rests on the primitive rock and is laden with the fruit of universal emancipa- tion! ! ! It means no God, no law, no sanction, no sin, no vice, no virtue, no disease, no death, no devil, no evil spirits, no hell, and, who would ever think of it? no private property. Hurrah and three cheers for the most rabid Socialism! No God, because a universal God is a mis- nomer, a God of straw and a figment of the imagination. There is a milder way of expressing the same idea: it is less philosophical, less radical, but more captious. The logician, however, will easily drive it to the same bottomless pit as above. It runs thus: As long as people were un-evoluted, selfish, barbarous, cruel, there was need of a hell, not to go to indeed, but as a deterrent from mal- feasance; but now that they have become so cultured, so genteel, so disinterested, so loving, so charitable, the Almighty, whoever He may be, has suppressed the very idea of hell or discarded it as a worn-out piece of furniture. The Scrip- ture itself bears testimony to this new dispensatioir; for wherever the term Sheol or Hell occurs in it, it does not mean a place where the impenitent atone for their wicked deeds, but simply a hole THE REDWOOD 309 in the ground in the form of a rectangu- lar parallelopipedon where the mortal remains of a metaphorical death are metaphorically deposited, i. e., deposit- ed to erring mortal sense, but not to stern reality. Here something turned up to inter- rupt my soliloquy; but my thinking was so intense that I fell a musing again. Now it seemed to me those philosopha- sters had thrown a pall over my reason and, by their sesquipedalian verbiage, obscured the clearness of my mental vision. The absurdity of a man making his own law of conduct or being a law to himself, burst on me like a flash. Why, according to the unerring good common sense of any man, whose brains have not been twisted the wrong way by a false system of education, it takes at least two intelligences to make a law, one a superior, the other a subject. Why, those categorical Imperatives of Kant ' s own devising, are not the creations of any man ' s Pure Reason, but only the natural manifestation of the Creator ' s natural law — a law which is transcendental, essential, eternal, im- mutable, applies to every member of the commonwealth of creation and is the in- dispensable corner-stone of all positive legislation. It dawned on me, too, that the Ger- man mind, in a desperate efTort after a philosophy, had been like a mountain in parturition — merely revamping the old Hindoo idea of a universal being who is all in all and does all; that universals, as every tyro in logic knows, are mental abstractions with an objective some- thing to serve as a mere foundation; that the universal, as such, not only does not, but cannot exist; that all ex- istences are essentially individual beings and that the infinite existence, essen- tially postulated by the finite ones, is essentially one Individual and not a monstrous conglomeration of finites. The idea, too, grew in me under the dazzling light of self-consciousness, that my being is my own and not another ' s; that my reality is both distinct and sep- arate from another ' s; that my powers are mine and not another ' s; that I am the master of my free acts and am re- sponsible for them; that both my being and my powers are finite and limited; that, as there is a reason for everything, there must be a reason for my finiteness and limitation; that this reason does not exist within me, because a self-reasoned being is both necessary and eternal, and, of all things that I know best, stands out pre-eminently the fact that I am neither. Nor is the electron anything but a very finite and limited entity. Therefore it lacks self-sufficiency even more than myself. Assume for an in- stant it is self-sufficient, self -reasoned, self -standing, self -existent, then it is a thing that absolutely must be and, for- as much as it cannot be except as this particular concrete being, therefore the elements of its concrete existence are also a thing that absolutely must be. Hence it excludes all change internally and externally; it stands in a perpetual present, knowing neither past nor future and it repudiates all idea of limitation, for if its essence limits its existence, the 310 THE REDWOOD idea of self-existence is gone; and if its existence limits its essence, then a thing can be without its being anything — which all is much more than the quasi- evanescent entity of the electrical atom can stand. It is consequential that, let alone the electron, another being assigned to me this being and those powers that I have. Is that being finite or infinite? If finite, the question recurs, and the oftener it recurs, the greater is the need of caus- ality behind; and if it recurred infinitely, it were a mere change of duration, not of substance. What holds of any one member of the infinite series, in good logic, as every mathematician knows, holds of them all. Therefore, my maker is infinite. He is a Person because He made me a person. Therefore there ex- ists an infinite Personality, to whom I owe everything. That Person essen- tially wishes me to reach the goal He made me for. That wish is a law. Therefore I am essentially under law. But I am free to obey or disobey. Sup- pose I disobey and disobedience gets to be a second nature in me and I finish all my probations, howsoever prolonged, in confirmed disobedience, what then? As I am essentially a subject, essentially, sooner or later, however much against the grain, my rebellion is to come to an end and I under subjection. But how long? As nothing can be done with one who has been given every reasonable chance to amend and has invariably failed to do so, he is simply let go for all time and beyond. Those we some- times hear exclaim " Oh ! what a hell to be forced to do what one by habit hates ' ' , show an appreciation of the predicament. Musing yet further, it struck me that our will, though finite and at any one time capable of only a finite enjoyment, is 5 et tending to more and more good without end, thus plainly showing that its native tendency is to the infinite good as the only object that is able to fill it. But natural facts are the basis of the Natural law. Therefore the infinite Personality, as the only embodiment of all good, naturally commands all men to come to Himself. On the other hand, it is only too well known that wills can- not be swa.ved by the beauty of virtue alone, as Kant would have it, but must be swayed by their own proper object. Therefore, to the command " Come to me, " there is attached all good to be won by the right use of liberty or to be lost by its wrong use, as the only bind- ing sanction that leaves no escape. It follows that the one who has misused his liberty in any serious way and reaches the end of his probationary per- iod in that state, misses the subjective goal of his creation. If that is not hell, what is it? It may be said the Infinite Being has infinite different ways of compassing his ends and therefore not only He can but will ultimately save all men; for in- stance, He might exclude some of them from heaven for a time and during that time get all the satisfaction He wants. We repeat, there is only one way of pro- ducing moral obligation during the per- iod of probation, and that is by setting before the human will a good to gain or THE REDWOOD 311 to lose which is commensurate with the capacity of that will; that capacity is ob- jectively infinite because nothing finite can satisfy it. It follows, the sanction of the moral law is an infinite good to win or lose absolutely. Suppose it to be won for a time only or to be lost for a time only, you at once and by one fell blow destroy the infinity of the sanction: the infinite good enjoyed for a time only, becomes shorn of its infinity and ceases to be happiness the way the hu- man heart craves for it; the infinite good lost for a time only, is a mere finite loss man can put up with and so, on that hypothesis, the moral law remains in- sufficiently sanctioned, which is unworthy of any wise lawgiver. One thing is cer- tain and that is that a free being cannot be saved without his cooperation; a man who must be driven to salvation is not worthy of salvation. God has infinite ways of saving, but his action is limited by the essences of things and it is of the essence of a free being that he shall not be driven, but shall drive himself under the attraction of good. The Almighty on his part will always give a sufficiency of aid to every one; beyond that He is not bound. Man, on his part, can al- ways reject it and by doing so to the end, falls there where all hope is left be- hind. It is not easy to see what solid objec- tion can be brought against the above doctrine. Some of the things that have been said are so superficial that one won- ders that they have been said at all. To quote just a few instances: 1. The human soul is material. 2. Man never was nor will ever be in a state of probation. 3. Man is essentially born for happi- ness. 4. The doctrine of hell is monstrous. 5. God is too good. 6. Pardon is always in order. 7. God can save after a taste of the fire. But No. 1 is against the facts of science. A substance whose operation is immaterial, is itself immaterial. No. 2 is also against the facts of science. The condition of liberty involves the condition of responsibility and the con- ditions of responsibility involves the fact of approval or disapproval on the part of him to whom one is responsible; ap- proval involves admittance, disapproval rejection. No. 3 should say man is es- sentially born a subject with the prom- ise of happiness if he will behave him- self, and the threat of unhappiness, if he will behave otherwise. No. 4 is a great misconception or an imaginary bugbear, the unreality of which has al- ready been shown. Weak sentimental- ism, eloquence, poetry, find no place in the sober discussions of science. The point at issue is whether the thing is or is not. When the solid arguments of reason have proved the supposed fact to be a real one, sentiment must give way. No. 5 is another misconception. God is good, nay infinitely so; but not too good. To be good beyond a certain limit is, by unanimous concession, a de- fect. When a subject has abused good- ness up to the critical point, he is dis- missed. If it is claimed God is good 312 THE REDWOOD enough to save all indiscriminately, howsoever disposed they may be, when the final moment arrives, then the moral law is not authoritative but only direc- tive, an advice that one can do what he pleases with; but if so. He is indifferent to good and evil. And again, if the contention is He punishes for a while and then saves, so that the blot of eternal punishment is removed, we answer there is a limit to the time set for trial. If the culprit is truly amended when that time expires, he is saved; if not, he is lost forever. No. 6 is greatly mis taken. Pardon is sometimes in order, sometimes out of order. Contrition of the heart is the ultimate condition for pardon. But, our hypothesis, is one remains obdurate up to the last vanishing moment of his novice- ship. We fall back on No. 7, in which connection it is opportune to say — an evil set of will once acquired and deeply dyed in the skin, is next to unchange- able. The experience of fire will have the effect of making the criminal hate it, but not the sin for which he was ad- judged to fire. If it was a case of genu- ine contrition, the authority in charge of the case is always justified by having previously given a salutary warning, which was not heeded, and it is now too late. Authorities let individuals go in order to save the whole. If the infinity of the sanction for the moral law is once weakened by exemptions, the moral law itself is undermined, moral obligation shattered to pieces and re- bellion may strut forth triumphant throughout the ages. Rev. J. S. RicARD, S. J. T T e ®a«L Published Monthi,y by the Students of Santa Clara College The object of the Redwood is to give proof of College Industry, to record College Doings and to knit closer together the hearts of the Boys of the Present and of the Fait. EDITORIAL STAFF EXECUTIVE BOARD Chris A. Degnan President Herbert L. Ganahi, Lawrence P. O ' Connor ASSOCIATE EDITORS Exchanges Lawrence P. O ' Connor In the Library .... Rodney A. Yoell Ai.UMNi - Joseph F. Demartini Coi.i,EGE Notes . - . . Aloysics I. Diepenbrock Athletics ..... Marco S. Zarick, Jr. business manager Herbert L. Ganahl assistant business manager R. Sherzer ALUMNI CORRESPONDENTS Chas. D. South, Litt. D., ' 09. Alex. T. Leonard, A. B., ' 10. Address all commuuication.s to The Redwood, Santa Clara College, California Terms of subscription, $1.00 a year; single copies, 15 cents EDITORIAL COMMENT For some years, it has been the cus- of the magazine, which is to join more torn of The: Redwood to devote the con- closely the hearts of the boys of the tents of the last issue of the scholastic present and of the past. year entirely to the Alumni Alumni. There is no Alumni Number may be said to Number deviation e one of the most interesting issues of from this practice, for besides being the year, for in it may be found poems, most appropriate, it is most effective in stories and reminiscences from the pens accomplishing a very important purpose of those who graduated in the earlier 314 THE REDWOOD days of the college, down to the mem- bers of last year ' s class. It is indeed gratifying to note the in- terest shown by the Alumni toward The Redwood, which is evinced by the num- ber of contributions that have been sub- mitted for the Alumni Number, and we wish to thank all who have so gener- ously sent in their writings. To the college man, the year begins in September and ends in June. There is a blessed season intervening, but that season brings its own program and is self- provident; therefore it is sufficient to mention it The Close of the Year m passing. The year, then, has almost spent itself; the fruits thereof are about to be har- vested, and woe to the man who has left the sacred duties of class work to be done at the eleventh hour, for the ex- aminers are on his trail. In every corner of the yard can be found groups of the " doubtful ones, " with book under arm, discussing the possibilities of the dreaded " Exams. " But when the fateful season will have passed, another successful year can be inscribed in the calendar, and groups of joyous students will depart for parts un- known and known to spend the pleas- ant hours of vacation. To those who will return we will say au revoir. For those who graduate and leave us forever, we have nothing but the best wishes for success and happi- ness in all their undertakings, and sin- cerely trust that the knowledge and training received at old Santa Clara will serve them in good stead in the accom- plishment of their ideals. To the Faculty and Professors, The Redwood extends the best wishes for a pleasant and restful vacation, merited by their untiring diligence and service during the year. The Rev. H.Woods, S.J At the request of many admirers of the author we publish in this number of Redwood, one of the Liidi Ignatiani written by the Rev. H. Woods S. J. The San, Francisco fire of five years ago destroyed almost all the copies of this exquisite collection of verse, which had been printed for private cir- culation. Fearful then lest these ' ' things of beauty " should perish entirely, friends have asked us to republish them. The Redwood is honored in being permitted to do so. Our only regret is that from lack of space we are unable to set before our readers in this single issue all the Liidi. The clever parodies, so well known, of Bret Harte ' s Ah Sin will be reserved for the first issue of Redwood next semester. Father Woods is at present in New York, doing excellent work on America. Before that he was for many years the esteemed Vice Presi- dent of St. Ignatius College; and it is pleasant and appropriate to record here that several of his earlier years were spent at Santa Clara College. Chris. A. Degnan. THE REDWOOD 315 The Ephebeum A very welcome new ' -comer to our Sauctum is the Efhebeum from St. Peter ' s College, Jersey City. Despite its ' ' classj ' ' name, which sent us in terror to our lexicons, the Efhebeiim shows every sign of being a first class college literary magazine. High ideals are stamped upon every page from cover to cover, and lofty sentiment breathes from verse, essay and story. There is, moreover, a modest elegance, — a certain cultured reserve in thought and language and even in format — which we believe is never absent from correct and delicate taste. We feel that the boys of St. Peter ' s are going to make their maga- zine " literary " ; if the future may be judged by this maiden attempt, they have done that for which they may well be proud. We quote the following: IN THEE HAVE I HOPED Atlwilight ' s peaceful hour, as shadows fall, I think of Thee, dear Lord, ray God, my All. I think of Thee in Holy Sacrament, Our Heaven below the starry firmament. I think of Thee, Whose love my soul inspires. To live for Thee alone, my heart desires. Thy Heart I ' ve ever loved; Thou hast my will — Oh guide my steps and keep me faithful still, One peerless priceless boon I ask of Thee, The Ignatian To live but in Thy Courts eternally. Be Thou my strength, to shun the dreaded fall I need but Thee, m I,ove, my God, my All. Hiigh B.McManus,in Ephebeum, Mar. 1911. Too late for any lengthy appreciation comes the Ignatian from St. Ignatius College, San Francisco. It is a beauti- ful magazine, faultlessly designed, and filled to its covers with all kinds of good things. Our best wishes to the litterateurs of St. Ignatius ! Their work will indeed bring honor to the venerable College to which they belong. SUNSET The sun sinks down toward the hills. The stream in lighted splendor flows; The music of the singing rills Is borne upon the wind that blows Down from the mountain heights. The doe Treads softly in the woodland halls, That skirt the giant forest trees; The air is filled with mating calls Resounding sweetly on the breeze! The dying sun, below the wave, Expires. But, with his latest breath, He woos the moon to light his grave, And golden stars to mourn his death ! Stilled seem the stream and the forest bird ! The world is wrapt in majesty! All Nature sleeps and naught is heard But the restless tossing of the sea! P. L. O ' Keefe, in the Ignatian, June, 1911. ly. O ' Connor. 316 THE REDWOOD Craftsman- ship in Teaching In a series of brilliant essays or rather addresses Mr. William Chandler Bagley has set forth some clear, logical and valuable ideas on teach- ing — not teaching as an occupation, but teaching in its higher sense, as an art. Throughout the work there is a characteristic tone of buoyancy and enthusiasm, a high energetic idealism of devotion and appreciation that wins at once the reader ' s sympathy aad inter- est. Mr. Bagley pleads for the ideal teacher, one whose sole purpose is to educate, but to educate not vaguely nor vainly, but by the most satisfactory and approved methods. He insists on a kindly understanding between teacher and pupil, and writes splendidly on this topic; j et he is far too experienced to believe in anything but proper discipline, and thinks little of those half baked theories that certain enthusiasts would inject by hook or crook into our educational system Such theories, he says, are " turned from the presses by irresponsible pub- lishing houses and foisted upon the hungry teaching public through the ever present medium of the reading cir- cle, the teacher ' s institute, the summer school, etc. Most of the doctrines that are turning our practice topsy turvy have absolutely no support from compe- tent psychologists. ' ' The language of the work is choice, and the handling faultless. The book, we deem, is invaluable to anyone inter- ested in education; and in general those who admire an intellectual essay done in in a faultless style, will find it delight- ful. The work is tastefully bound in green and gold and is published by the MacMillan Company. New York. Price $1.10 net. Written in a peculiarly happy vein, and bringing with it all the freshness of THE REDWOOD 317 youth, " The Little Girl From Back East " comes to us as a The Little Girl From Back East delightful story of child life. Intended for children, it has the necessary simplicit} yet it manifests a high degree of excellence both in diction and plot. It is the story of a little eastern girl, who comes to our own sun-kissed Cali- fornia, and has such a pleasant time with her new friends Delia and Florence Scott, that she is very loth to leave at the end of summer. There is a good deal of information contained in the book concerning the ordinary objects that one finds in Cali- fornia outdoor life; and it is all imparted in a cheerful and interesting manner. This little story will be welcomed by the young folks, especially by those of California who will learn with some surprise perhaps of all the wonders Vi ' e have right here in our own land. The book is neatly bound and is pub- lished by Een Bros., New York. Price 4.S cents. We also gratefully acknowledge the receipt of the fol towing: From Benziger Bros., New York: Spiritual Considerations by Rev. Reg- inald Buckler, O. P. $1.25 net. The Practical Catholic by Rev. G. Palau, S. J., 60 cents. From B. Herder, St. Louis, Mo.: Towards the Sanctuary by Rev. J. M. Lelen, 2.5 cents. R. A. YOELL. 318 THE REDWOOD AliVl The Alumni banquet will be held on the evening of June 21 in the St. Francis Hotel, San Francisco, and will be one . of the most important _ functions of its kind held in that famous hos- telry this year. Covers will be laid for one hundred and fifty guests; the en- thusiasm of the Alumni in charge fore- tells a decided success. It has been the desire of the Alumni Association for a long time past to widen the scope of their society. In the history of Santa Clara there has been a large number of promi- nent and progressive men whom the call of business life or change of college pre- vented from finishing their course. Up to recent ly these " old boys " had not been eligible to admission into the Alumni Association. However, from now on, all former students are given the privilege of becoming members, if they so desire. Alumni Membership Ryland Park No family has been more intimately connected with Santa Clara than the Ryland family. Even from its infancy the College has felt the kindness and the ability of its members. One of the first trustees of Santa Clara far back in the early fifties was Governor Peter H. Burnett, the grandfather of the pres- ent repsesentatives of the Ryland family, John W. and Joseph Ryland. And ever since those early days the name of Ryland has been linked with Santa Clara either as student or benefactor. We quote in great part an account from the Mei cury of March 15, of the ceremonies attending the presentation of Ryland Park to the city of San Jose. The eloquent address made on that oc- casion by the Rev. J. P. Morrissey will be found elsewhere in our columns. " With a fitting service of song and speech, the beautiful Ryland Park, situ- ated at 431 North First street and com- prising about five acres of beautiful grounds which have been donated to the city by the Ryland heirs, was formally THE REDWOOD 319 dedicated in the presence of more than 3000 people yesterday afternoon. The exercises were conducted under the aus- pices of Vendome Parlor, No. 100, Native Daughters of the Golden West, and were participated in by some of the most prominent citizens of Saiita Clara County. The big gathering was called to order by Miss Salberg, who in a neat and timely address introduced Mrs. Carmi- chael as Mistress of Ceremonies. The park was presented to the city by Mr. Ryland on behalf of the Ryland heirs, and the address of acceptance was made by Mayor Davison. Two palm trees presented by Vendome Parlor were christened " C. T. Ryland " and " Letitia Ryland, " this beautiful service being conducted by Mrs. Baker as the repre- sentative of the Grand President of the Native Daughters. Mrs. Baker congratulated the Native Daughters and San Jose for bringing about the auspicious occasion, and said she found an inspiration in the large at- tendance of citizens. She said it was the hardy pioneers who laid the corner- stone of our later civilization, and cau- tioned the Native Daughters not to for- get the object of the founders of the order, admonishing them to keep forever bright the golden luster of the State, and make California the brightest star in the Nation ' s flag. Mr. Ryland said he was indeed moved by the vast assemblage present and by the beautiful words which had been spoken about his father and mother. He spoke touchingly of his sister Ada, and said she had lived on the premises for years taking care of those " whom we are here to honor. " The terms and con- ditions of conveyanne of the park, he said, were that it should be " Ryland Park, " and that it wa.s to be used as a park and for a children ' s playground. Mayor Davison said it was a pleasure for him to accept the park on behalf of the people of vSan Jose, and was sure it would be appreciated not only by the present generation, but by those who are to come after. He said the gift was an act patriotic and generous in its na- ture, and one which would ever bring to memory the noble lives of the donors. The dedicatory address by Mrs. Car- michael was as follows: " This lovely domain, the grounds that surrounded the home for years of two beloved pioneer members of this communit3 is now about to be given — a free, generous gift to the city of San Jose by the family of the late lamented Honorable C. T. Ryland and Mrs. Ryland. Well may we call the gift a generous one when we pause to consider the tendency of the times, for on every hand do we see the carrying out of the motto ' To get and to hold. ' This free- hearted gift is to fulfil a three-fold mis- sion. First, it will help materially to- ward the beautifying of the particular portion of San Jose, for nothing aids more than its parks toward the making of a " City Beautiful. " Second, it will afford a pleasure ground for the adults and children of our fair city, and last but not least, it will keep fresh in the memory of those who are to come after, 320 THE REDWOOD the noble lives lived — the numerous and goodly deeds unrecorded of the manly- father and womanly mother of the Ry- land family. Therefore, I now in the name of Vendome Parlor, Native Daughters of the Golden West, and on behalf of the city of San Jose and its people, name thee, O beautiful space, O hallowed ground ! ' Ryland Park, ' and do hereby dedicate thee now and for all time to the honor and grateful memory of C. T. Ryland and Letitia Ryland. May you ever flourish and prosper, in- creasing in beauty as the years roll on under the wise guardianship and careful protection of the city of San Jose ! May you afford its people a pleasant recrea- tion ground and cheerful resting station, and may 3mu forever remain a touching memorial — a loving tribute to noble parents from a devoted family ! ' ' Mr. C. P. Rendon, of the District At- torney ' s office, Stockton, has always been a good friend to The Redwood. From the midst of his labors he graciously took time to send us the following inter- esting notes, for which we are deeply grateful: Can there be recurring in the mind of men a happier thought than that of the important position their Alma Mater has and does enjoy amid educational institu- tions of the country ? And strange as it may seem, this thought returns in yearly cycles at the close of each school year. Thus it is that we return again to the scenes of our college life and daily wan- der about from study hall to recitation ' 78 room and from recreation grounds to dormitories. We think of events that have impressed themselves upon our memory and we call to mind the many whom we meet there, and the prominent part they are playing in life ' s drama, or pause wistfully over the names of those whom memory recalls, but whose faces we ne ' er shall see again this side the grave. All of us remember poor old George Sedgley, and his unfaltering devotion to duty, and the cause he so well repre- sented. The suppliant prayer of every alumnus, cognizant of his demise, has doubtless gone forth pleading for the eternal repose of that truly Catholic soul. I am reminded of the Honorable James F. Smith in ' 78, as a post-graduate, por- traying the leading role in King John. With Stephen M. White and D. M. Del- mas he has brought much honor and glory to our beloved Alma Mater, and makes us point to her with enviable pride. I can never forget John Malone in ' 79, as I saw him in Richard III. He sub- sequently gained a prominence that en- titled him to star with Booth. With Green, Curtis and others he has placed Santa Clara College in the front rank with the dramatical and educational in- stitutions of learning. I can see Father Volio, deceased, of Nobli Medal Honor, moving eagerly about, interested in our league game of baseball, so earnestly waged between the Planets, Meteors, Comets and Stars, all of us then convinced that he would soon be called to enter the Priesthood, his THE REDWOOD 321 chosen calling, in which he so humbly and devotedly spent the remaining years of his life. As scholars, we all admired him; as laymen, he was to us a lovable Priest. He was, indeed, a patient suf- ferer. We all mourn his loss. May his soul rest in peace. Of the old boys with whom I often meet, I might mention Robert B. OuUa- han of the early ' 80 ' s, who is a thor- oughly progressive and wide-awake real estate agent of our city, forming one of the well known firm of OuUahan-Little- hale Company. Charles Fontani lives at Copperopolis and owns the whole town. He is a member of the Board of Directors of the State Hospital at Stockton. He is the same old Charley, always happy, con- genial and charitable to a fault. John N. Tone, Joseph P. Vinet and Robert Benjamin are well-to-do San Joaquin farmers. Harry T. Fee, a graduate of ' 91, un- til recently occupied a prominent posi- tion in public life, but his better judg- ment has associated him with the well known contracting firm of Moreing Sons, who are assisting in the construc- tion of the great public highways of San Joaquin County for which, but recently, some two million dollars worth of bonds were voted. Occasionally his poetic ef- fusions, reflecting so much credit on his Alma Mater, find their way into public print. Some day, doubtless, the readers of The Redwood will scan his verse. With my best wishes for the future success of The Redwood, and the fer- vent hope that our Alma Mater will con- ' 01 tinue to hold her allotted place, I beg to remain. Respectfully yours, C. P. Rendon. The Secretary of the Alumni Associa- tion of Santa Clara, as far back as we can remember, was the late Mr. George Sedgley, B. S. ' 68. The present Secretary is one than whom no better choice could have been made. Mr. Charles D. South is known to the Alumni of Santa Clara far and wide as a loyal and devoted son of the old College, a literary scholar, poet and critic of far more than ordinary ability. Mr. South is a Doctor of Literature and a member of the Faculty of Santa Clara College. Mr. Frank Heffernan, our famous business manager of four years ago, has favored us with a newsy account of his class. Frank can al- ways be relied on for the proper caper at the proper moment. Dear Alumni Editor: Your letter of April the 9th written in the interest of the Alumni Number of The Redwood came to my hand at this late date, April the 20th, and I hasten to reply at the earliest possible oppor- tunity. You ask me to gather for you any items concerning the class of ' 08, or to write you of the success and where- abouts of my fellow classmates; the former I cannot do, as the class of ' 08 although it contained many brilliant stars, is rather young to be receiving 322 THE REDWOOD notices from the press at this early stage of life. But as to your latter request I have undertaken the task of securing all possible data. On my bedroom wall, before my eyes, is a medley of my old classmates and I will take them in order and tell you all I know about them. F. E. Allen, a particular friend as well as a classmate, has cast his lot, from the latest reports, in Arizona, a state which he alwa3 s loved, chiefly be- cause it was the place of his birth, and as he often told me, it always seemed like home to him. Lester Pierce is still at college and I am told that he is developing into a bet- ter student every day. Anthony Diepenbrock, my old side- partner on The Redwood, has neglected to write me for over six months and I am entirely at sea as to his whereabouts, but we all expect to hear great reports from Anthony some day. James Lappin and Robert Twohy are still following railroad contracting up north, and I look for the day to come when Robert Twohy will be the railroad magnate of the West. Cleon Kilburn, who by the way is the only classmate who has departed from the walk of single blessedness, is play- ing ball up North with Vancouver; and Hap Hogan told me the other day that Cleon was a sure comer. And now I come to the pictures of two classmates who have chosen for their stamping ground dear old San Francisco, and their sudden and rapid rise in a city where there is so much competition is something to be proud of. Harry McKenzie was appointed to the office of Assistant District Attorney, and he is holding his position down in a masterly style. Harry Broderick is superintendent of the new salt water system which is under construction on top of Twin Peaks. It is the largest thing of its kind ever built in any city of our country. D. Peters, Ed Wood and J. Jones are still at college, and as they are all bright and studious boys, we all look for them to make good. George Hall is still at Cooper ' s Col- lege of Medicine, and I look for the day when Hall and Diepenbrock will be very able men in their profession. Ivo Bogan and Eeander Murphy, the tragedians of our class and, by the way, both good fellows, have not been heard from lately, but we can all rest assured that they will make their mark. And now I come to Robert O ' Conner, the last on my list but not the least in my thoughts, for Robert was one of my dearest friends at college. He is study- ing for the Priesthood at Menlo and we are all waiting for the day when Robert is to celebrate his first Mass. As to myself, I am still in the con- tracting business and expect to launch into structural contracting within the next four weeks, as I am about to erect a Class A theatre in San Francisco with- in the next sixty days. Trusting that I have fulfilled my undertaking satisfactorily to you, I re- main, as ever, an ardent admirer of The Redwood. Francis M. Heffernan. Jos. F. Demartini. THE REDWOOD 323 The Ryland Debate The Philal ethic Senate and the House of Philhistorians met on the evening of May 2, in their annual clash for the Ryland Medal. The debate was held in the College Auditorium be- fore a large assembly of friends and guests. The question of the evening was, " Resolved, That the recall of Judges as Proposed in Senate Constitu- tional Amendment No. 23, will promote the best interests of the people of Cali- fornia. It was a very timely question as the people of California v ill have to decide it at the polls next November. The affirmative side was upheld by the Philalethic Senate, in the persons of Senators Hardin N. Barry, Seth T. Heney, and Francis J. Blake, all of the present year class. The House of Phil- historians defending the negative, chose for its champions Representatives Roy A. Bronson, Chris A. Degnan, and Herbert L. Ganahl, all in their Junior year. The judges of the evening were John W. Ryland, Esq., Mayor Chas. W. Davison, Mr. Peter J. Dunne, Mr. Vic- tor A. Scheller, and Mr. James P. Sex, who acted as chairman. First Communion On Sunday, May 7, in the Memorial Chapel twelve of the students received their first Holy Communion. The receiving of the Holy Eucharist is al- ways one of the happi- est moments of a person ' s life, and Sun- day May 7 proved no exception. To see those companions of ours file up to the altar railing recalled the time when we ourselves received the bread of life in our first Holy Communion. The First Communicants were Messrs, Celio, Ray, Redding, Wallace, Guerra, Conover, Gianella, Erwin, S. Sargent, Walls, Speciale and Shea. Congratula- tions, fellows, and our best wish is that you continue the work you have so well begun. All those not engaged in athletic ac- tivities and who care not for the gentle pastime of " raxin ' on the campus, " have incorporated them- In the , . . , selves into an indoor baseball league. Every- body is catching the craze; it ' s all the rage, and if one starts gossiping upon any other subject he is promptly reproved. 324 THE REDWOOD Society Squibbles The talk is of nothing else; it ' s in- door baseball here (in the studj hall), indoor baseball there (in the Ref ector30 , and indoor baseball everj where: even in their sleep you will hear the fans mum- ble something about two hits out of three times up. In the afternoon immediately after classes the teams meet in their daily struggles and it certainly is an amusing sight to see big, awkward huskies, slim, spectacled youths and fellows broader than they are long in the various posi- tions on the diamond. On April 19, the Cotillion Club ten- dered the initial ball of the post-lenten season, to its numerous friends and members. The affair took place in the ball room of the Senate Chambers and was very elaborate in ever 3 detail. The entire evening was a huge suc- cess, going off without a hitch or a flaw and brought many favorable comments from the lips of those attending. The arrangements of the brilliant function were left entirely in the hands of " Ned Greenway " White and it must sincerelj be said that he performed his task in a most creditable manner. Arthur J. Guerrieri and Raph. Sher- zer came in for a large share of praise for the great success of the occasion. It was these two gentlemen who with a violin and a piano dropped into the music box and emerged with melodies, exquisite in tone, beauty and softness; rhapsodies as only the masters can produce. It was deemed by the man- agement sufficient to add only a few well chosen mottoes to the Reception Rooms which are already richly colored and highly decorated. The members of the St John Berch- man ' s Sanctuary Society assembled early on the morning of April 26, for the _, purpose of holding their _ annual picnic. The Sanctuary , , -, . members drove m a Society , ,_„ bus to Villa Joseph where they romped around in the shad- ows of the mighty redwoods and filled the inner man with an endless variety of sandwiches and soda water. As they expressed it on their return, they had a " bully good time. " The members of the Fourth Academic class together with the other classes of the college, extend their sympathy to Arthur Bachrach on the death of his father. The little fellow is held in the highest esteem both by his professors and many friends and we hope that Almighty God in His infinite goodness will console him and his folks in this dark hour. Likewise to Warren and Stokeley Wilson do the members of the Third and Second Academic and of the Special English classes offer their deepest sym- pathy on the death of their mother. During the semester they have been at Santa Clara they have won the esteem and affection of all with whom they have come in contact. Our prayers are offered to heaven on behalf of their de- ceased mother that she may soon be ad- Condolence THE REDWOOD 325 Picnic at Manresa mitted to the vision of the Eternal God. On Wednesday, May 24, students and Faculty celebrated President ' s Day by a grand outing to Manresa by the Sea. A special train had been chartered and at 7:20 a. m. all Santa Clara College was aboard. The trip to the coast was made through the mountains down to Santa Cruz. The picnickers returned home through the valley by way of Pajaro. The whole expedition was a marvel- ous success and everybody declared it the greatest picnic of his life. On May 23, in honor of our Rev. Fr. Rector, the Freshman class presented " Napoleon, " before the students, and a large, appreciative aud- ience of friends. The play was written especi- ally for the occasion by Mr. Charles D. South and staged in the College Theater. Much credit is due the thespians when it is remembered that they were chosen , not from the student body, but from a single class. The particular star of the even- ing was Lawrence O ' Connor, with Frank Warren and James Beach shining next in brightness. Freshman Doings The cast of characters follows: Napoleon - - - I,- O ' Connor Vignale, Chaplain at IyOng " wood H. McKinnon Sir Hudson Lowe, Commandant at St. Helena - - F. Warren O ' Meara, Surgeon to Napoleon, R. Yoel Count Bertrand, Count Montholon, Friends in Exile - E. Berryessa E. Booth Capt. Winsor, Capt. of Mariners - J. Beach Tobias, a Negro Slave - A. Schirle Private Walls, a British Sentinel - T. Ybarrando On Wednesday, May 31, the contract for the new Administration Building was signed. According to the plan adopted by the Presi- dent and Board of Trus- tees of Santa Clara Col- lege this building will be the first of a group of five concrete structures. The archi- tect is Mr. Wm. D. O ' Shea of San Fran- cisco and the contractor, Mr. David Elms Graham of the same cit};-. Accord- ing to contract, the Administration Building must be completed within two- hundred days. A. J. DiEPENBROCK. The New Administration Building 326 THE REDWOOD SANTA CLARA WINS TRACn MEET Santa Clara 6-4; St. Mary ' s 57 The following is an account of the meet taken from the San Francisco Call of May 21: Point winners in College Dual Meet. Santa Clara St. Mary ' s 9 100 yard dash 8 220 yard dash 1 3 440 yard dash 6 4 880 yard run 5 1 1 mile run 8 vSanta Clara St. Mary ' s 1 2 mile run 8 5 120 yard high hurdles 3 7 220 yard low hurdles 2 3 Pole vault 6 6 High jump 3 8 Broad jump 1 3 Shotput 6 1 Hammer throw 8 5 Relay race 64 Totals 57 Santa Clara in an exciting finish, captured the third annual track meet from St. Mary ' s college yesterday after- noon on the latter ' s stadium, the Mission collegians winning from the Oaklanders by a score of 64 to 57 points. The relay race decided the meet. St. Mary ' s had led up to the end, but the broad jump brought Santa Clara into the lead, when it annexed first and second places. Santa Clara jumped into the lead in the first lap of the relay race, when Hardy finished ahead of L eonhardt, but Stoltz of St. Mary ' s ate up the in- tervening distance and gave Mallen five yards lead on Branson. The southern captain passed Mallen THE REDWOOD 327 after rounding the turn and gave Best enough of a lead to enable him to win easily from Captain Martin of the Oak- land team. Captain Bronson and Hardy of Santa Clara were the stars of the meet. Bron- son was responsible for 14 of the points, while Hardy annexed 11. First in the high hurdles and broad jump fell to Bronson, with a second place in the 220 and third in the 100. Hardy won the low hurdles and took second in both the 100 and the broad jump. Vlught was the best of the St. Mary ' s runners and won both the mile and half mile races in good style. He opened the meet with an easy win in the mile, and then in a thrilling finish, outsprinted Leake in the finish of the half. Teall, the favorite in this race, took third. The failure of the Oakland collegians to place in the sprints lost the meet for them. De Benedetti, the star sprinter of the team, did not place in the hun- dred, and Roth was the only St. Mary ' s man to place in the 220. Best won both events with ease with his teammates Bronson and Hardy close behind. The high hurdles also proved easy wins for the Santa Clara outfit. Bron- son beat Diller to the tape in the high hurdles, while the best Mumma could do in the low was a tie for second place with Ram age. As was expected, St. Mary ' s shone in the two mile race. Scholten and King finished first and second with Yoell of Santa Clara an easy third. McDonald secured an easy second place in the mile and finished yards ahead of McCarthy, Santa Clara ' s lone man to qualify. The 440 yard dash furnished an ex- citing race between Martin and Leake, the Oakland captain drawing away in the finish. Dor an of the St. Mary ' s team was third. In the weight events, Wheaton of St. Mary ' s captured both first places. His throw of 139 feet 10 inches broke the record, which had been held by Bonetti, a former St. Mary ' s star. In the shot-put Wheaton also traversed the record mark and sent the shot 43 feet 5 inches. Latulipe, his teammate, was second in the hammer, with Voight of Santa Clara, third, but Barry of Santa Clara annexed second in the shot, while Stoltz of St. Mary ' s was third. Drier was another record breaker in the pole vault, and this youngster far outstripped his opponents. His vault of 10 feet 2 inches proved sufficient to win and also for him to break the record of 10 feet 1 inch, which was held for 2 years. Curry, Camou, O ' Connor of Santa Clara and Mallen of St. Mary ' s tied for second. Haskamp for Santa Clara took the honors for his team in the high jump. This event was conceded to Arm- strong of St. Mary ' s, but he could not better Haskamp ' s mark of 5 feet 7 inches, and the latter captured first place. Armstrong nosed out Beach of Santa Clara for second place. The broad jump which was considered St. Mary ' s strongest event proved a surprise to the supporters of the red and blue and also lost the meet for the Oak- 328 THE REDWOOD land aggregation. All the dopesters had conceded this event to St. Mary ' s, but Bronson upset calculations by outjump- ing the Oakland collegians. His jump of 20 feet 5 inches helped earn first place for his team. Hardy, who was close behind Bron- son in all the events, proved his worth in this by adding the extra inch to Armstrong ' s jump of 20 feet and brought his team into the lead. From then till the relay the meet was Santa Clara ' s. The results were as follows: Mile run— Vlught, S. M., first; Mc- Donald, S. M., second; McCarthy, S. C, third. Time, 4:39 2-5. 100 yard dash— First heat— Best, S. C, first; Haskamp, S. C, second; time, :10 3-5. Second heat— Hardy, S. C, first; De Benedetti, S. M., second; time, :l0 3-5. Third heat— Bronson, S. C, first; lyconhardt, S. M., second; time, : 10 4-5. Final— Best, S. C, first; Har- dy, S. C, second; Bronson, S. C, third; time, :10 2-5. 120 yard high hurdles — First heat —Bronson, S. C, first; Diller. S. M., second; time, :19 4-5. Second heat — Ramage, S. C, first; Smith, S. M., second. (Both men disqualified). Time, :19 4-5. Final, Bronson, S. C. first; Diller, S. M., second; time :20. 440 yard dash — Martin, S. M., first; lycake, S. C, second; Doran, S. M., third. Time, :54 2-5. Two mile run — Scholten, S. M., first; King, S. M., second; Yoell, S. C, third; time, 11:11 2-5. 220 yard low hurdles — First heat — Ramage, S. C, first; Mumma, S. M., second; time, :29 4-5. Second heat. Hardy, S. C, first; French, S. M., second; time, :30. Final, Hardy, S. C, first; Mumma, S. M., and Ramage, S. C, tied for second. Time, :27 4-5. 200 3 ard dash— Best, S. C, first; Bronson, S. C, second; Roth. S. M., third; time, :23 i:5. 880 yard run— Vlught, S. M., first; Leake, S. C, second; Teall, S. C, third. Time, 2:05 1-5. FIELD EVENTS Hammer throw — Wheaton, S. M., first; Latulipe, S. M., second; Voight, S. C, third. Distance 139 feet 10 inches. Shotput— Wheaton, S. M., first; Bar- ry, S. C, second; Stoltz, S. M., third; Distance 43 feet 5 inches. High jump — Haskamp, S. C, first; Armstrong, S. M., second; Beach, S. C, third. Height, 5 feet, 7% inches. Broad jump, Bronson, S. C, first; Hardy, S. C, second; Armstrong, S. M., third. Distance, 20 feet 5 inches. Pole vault — Drier, S. M., first; Curry, Camou and O ' Connor of S. C. and Mal- len, S. M. tied for second. Height 10 feet 2 inches. Officials— Referee, John Elliott; start- er, Ollie Snedigar; clerk of the course, Elton McNamara; assistant clerk of the course, John Burke; timers, Charles Minto, Walter Christie and B. J. Jarrett; judges of the finish, Herbert Hauser, George Faulkner and Douglas Erskine; field judges, Peter McCormick, Frank J. Hart, William White and W. Maker; inspectors, John F. Brady, THE REDWOOD 329 George P. Miller and George M. Miller; announcer, Thomas Burns; scorer, Clifford A. Russel and Milton McCarthy. A more correct description of the relay race upon which the winning of the meet depended is quoted below from Douglas Erskine ' s account of the day in the San Francisco Examiner: " It was a close race all the way through and when the relay race was called the score was 59 to 57 in favor of Santa Clara. As five points are awarded for the relay race the result depended upon that event, and Santa Clara by winning it put the result beyond doubt. It was a close call at that, as Gavigan, who ran the second relay for the boys from down the peninsula, almost gave the race away by touching the wrong man. Gavigan had a nice ten yards lead when he reached the place on the track where Best was waiting to take the touch for the final relay. He overlooked the fact that Bronson, who was twenty yards further up the track, was the man to touch, and when he tagged Best and stopped, the Santa Clara rooters let out a groan. Best soon informed him of his mistake and Gavigan went on and touched Bronson, but in the meantime the St. Mary ' s runners had established a fifteen yard lead. Roy Bronson is some sprinter and when he went after Mallen of St. Mary ' s, the spectators were not long left in doubt as to which was the faster runner. Bron- son passed Mallen in the middle of the relay and when he reached the end of his allotted distance he was a good fif- teen yards to the good. With such a lead Best had no trouble in winning handily from Martin the St. Mary ' s captain. " INDIVIDUAL SCORES Bronson (Capt.) 14 Hardy _ 11 Best 10 lycake 6 Haskamp ... 5 Barry 3 Ramage 2 Beach 1 Yoell 1 Teall 1 McCarthy 1 Camou 1 O ' Connor 1 Curry 1 Voight 1 Relay Total . Santa Clara 63 2; College of Pacific 293 Santa Clara easily downed the mighty " Tigers " in the initial track meet held between the Varsity and the runners from the " College of Pacific " by the score of 65 J to 29 . It really could not have been justly termed a track meet — it was, more cor- rectly speaking, an exhibition given by the Red and White athletes. Santa Clara easily captured each first place, with the exception of the high jump, Haskamp of Santa Clara being 330 THE REDWOOD tied for first honors by Millett of Pacific. This event proved the most interesting of the day and incidentally the only event in which the mighty " Tigers " figured for a first place. The meet was held on Pacific ' s oval Tuesday afternoon, April 11th. Santa Clara 83; BerKeley High 39 Saturday, May 6th Santa Clara handily walloped Berkeley High on our oval by the score of 83-39. At no time did Berkeley High figure, the Red and White running away from them at all the stages of the meet. Captain Clark of Berkeley ran a beau- tiful race in the 440 event, capturing first place with comparative ease. The Varsity captured nine first places, and all three places in the 50-yard dash, 100-yard dash and mile-runs. Those who received their S. C. Jerseys are: McCarthy, Haskamp, Ram- age, H. Curry, Camou and L,. O ' Con- nor. Girot and Irillary Awards , , , , have been awarded " Sweaters, " having participated in the St. Mary ' s series this baseball season. Marco S. Zarick, Jr. THE REDWOOD Make it a point to have Hart Schaffner Marx on your clothes. 20 - 25 - 30 - 35 Other good makes $15 and up And SPRING ' S, Inc., is the place where you can find them. pnug ' a. Jur. Established 1865 Santa Clara and Market Sts. San Jose, Cal. F OR A GOOD Royal Cafeteria DT ' N T t R ? ' ■- " ' - " • Thompson, Mgrs. i X J. i- J.V ( Phone San Jose 1692 TRY THE 20 East San Fernando St., San Jose Billy Hobson 24 South First Street San Jose, California BILLY HOBSON is the only College Clothing House in San Jose. Get into one of his suits and you surely make a hit. Billy Hobson 24 South First Street San Jose, California THE REDWOOD KELLEHER BROWNE th 7m!) tailors 716 Market St., opp. Call Bldg. 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It was incorporated by the State of California, April 30, 1859, under the style and title of " St. Ignatius College, " and empowered to confer academical degrees, with " such lit- erary honors as are granted by any University in the United States. " COURSE OF STUDIES The course of studies prescribed for all embraces the Doctrine and Philosophy of the Catholic Religion, L,ogic, Metaphysics, Ethics; Mathe- matics and the Natural Sciences; a complete course of Latin, Greek and English Classics; Elocution, History, Geography, Drawing, Modern Languages, and the other ordinary branches of a liberal education. To fit the graduates of the College to take up with greater profit the work of professional schools, special courses for the last two undergraduate years have been added to the general course. These include graphics and field work for prospective students of engineering; biology for prospective students of medicine; and jurisprudence and constitutional and legal history for prospective students of law. There is a course of elementary science extending over four years in the High school classes. It embraces the elements of physical geography, astronomy, physiology, botany and zoology. The courses of modern languages and free-hand and mechanical draw- ing are a feature of the High school. There is a complete commercial course, including bookkeeping and stenography. A course of physical culture forms part of the regular instruction in all departments. For Further Information Apply to Rev. Joseph C. Sasia, S. J. PRESIDENT THE REDWOOD o= M ( S( S( (si M m Toundtd march 19, 1851 Cbsttei-ed Jlpril 28, I8SS Santa Clara Coikge Santa Clara, CaVifomla Hev, James P. Worrissey, S. 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Oyster Loaves a Specialty Oyster Cocktails 10 and 15c. Oysters to take home; Eastern 30 cents per dozen. California 50 cents per hundred. Private Rooms for Families Open Day and Night O ' CONNOR SANITARIUM t|i3 Training School lor Nurses IN CONNECTION Conducted by SISTERS OF CHARITY Race and San Carlos Sts. San Jose THE REDWOOD J NiiliP !§;© All kinds of Society and Commercial Printing Nace Printing Co. PRINTERS OF THE REDWOOD 955-61 Washington Street Santa Clara THE REDWOOD Our assortment of Field and Gymnasium Apparatus Embodies every practical device that has been invented. PENNANTS for Colleg-es, Schools and Fraterni- ties. Any design reproduced in cor- rect colors and perfect detail. Four floors to select from. Come in and get acquainted, but don ' t buy until you are certain that we offer greater value for a price than any house in the West. THE HOUSE OF PRICE AND QUALITY 48-52 Geary St. San Francisco THE PLACE to FIND GOOD Horses Buggies - ' Buses Drivers Etc, IS AT THE VENDOME STABLES F. H. ROSS, Prop. GIVE US A TRIAL A. G. COL CO. WHOLESALE Commission Merchants TELEPHONE MAIN 309 84 to 90 North Market St., San Jose, Cal. time to sUck up wifl) Zakum Powder Gver) Standard Btaitd at the UNIVERSITY DRUG CO. Cor. Santa Clara and S. Second Sts. San THE REDWOOD If You Want a Finished FOTO HAVE BUSHNELL Take it. The Leader of San Jose Photographers 41 NORTH FIRST STREET SAN JOSE, CAL. Angelus Phone, San Jose 3802 Annex Phone, San Jose 4688 tbi UnqiJus and jRnmx G. T. NINNIS E. PENNINGTON, Props. European Plan. Newly furnished rooms, with hot and cold water; steam heat throughout. Suites with private bath. Angelus, 67 N. First St. Annex, 52 W. St. John St. San Jose, California Ask For... Varsity Sweets COLLINS McCarthy candy COMPANY Zee-Nut and Candy Makers SAN FRANCISCO When in San Jose visit CHARGIN S Jltstmrmt, Grill and Opskr l)0iise 28-30 Fountain Street Bet. First and Second San Jose Sallows Rhodes BEST GROCERIES LOWEST PRICES PROMPT DELIVERY Particular Attention to Telephone Orders Sallows Rhodes SANTA CLARA, CAL. I. MUTM Be kr m Groceries and Delicacies Bsms, Baccn Sausages, Lard, Butter, Eggs. etc. 1035-103 7 Franklin Street. Cigars and Tobacco THE REDWOOD ' r r= r =Jr=J! = p= i t Ti utmmqhstn, Cuttiss t Welch STATIONERS }l Printers, Booksellers and Blank Book Manufacturers 561-571 MARKET STREET, SAN FRANCISCO, CAL. ttmmh iraniiccl €o. 412=420 Front St., near Clay San franciseo Imperial Dyeing $ Ckming douse TelepKone Grant 1311 Special MUnticn 0weti to Ladies ' Garments and Tanci Goods Repairing of JIU Kinds 1021 FranKlin St reet Santa Clara, Cal. Mission Hair Tonic and Dandruff Cure IT NEVER FAILS— 50c PER BOTTLE Madden ' s Ptiarmacy santa ciara, cai. Pacific Mamifacturing Co- Dealers in Doors, Windows and Glass GENERAL MILLWORK MOULDIJVJGS Telephone North 40 SANTA CLARA, CAL. THE REDWOOD MANUEL MELLO ? 5 3-_ SOOTS and v ' ' X SHOES M. M. Billiard Parlor Franklin GEO. E. MITCHELL, Prop. ' " " ' «-| ' r Cor. Lafayette Santa Clara MacBride ' s Ueata Sandwich n A Dainty Confection. 5c per package For sale at Brother Kennedy ' s store nialto Coco American Chocolak Co. J. P. JARMAN Co. Wall Paper, Paints Etc, ESTIMATES GIVEN -90 South Second Street URBANI, The Tailor Sole Agent for W. T. BROWNRIDGE CO. Suits $15 to $40 937 Main St., Santa Clara C. N. WEAVER W. J. BENSON R. F. BENSON San Jose Implement Company Studebaker Electric, E. M. F. 30 and Flanders 20 Automobiles 83-91 South Market St., Opp. St. Joseph ' s Church. Phone San Jose 876. San Jose, California THE REDWOOD Jfcademv o! noire Dame Santa 0lara» California THIS institution under the direction of the Sisters of Notre Dame affords special ad- vantages to parents wishing to secure to their children an education at once solid and refined. For further information apply to Santa £lara» C al Sister Superior Just Wright Shoes FOR MEN $4.00 $4.50 $5.00 Stuart Dennison 60 South First St. San Jose THE REDWOOD Fellows, don ' t take a chance Buy BENJAMIN ' S CLOTHES S ' „r CUNNINGHAM ' S ' ' t " ' ' ' • LOYALTY Be loyal to your College and wear your button. We manufacture the official Santa Clara button. W. C. LEAN, Jmekr First and San Fernando Sts. San Jose t i-«-« -« " - ' -»- -«-0 - -»-j OF SAN FRANCISCO 4 MONTGOMERY STREET Capital Paid Up $ 6,000,000.00 Surplus and Undivided Profits, 5,000,000.00 Total $11,000,000.00 OFFICERS Isaias W. Hellman, Pres., I. W. Hellman, Jr., Vice Pres., F. L. Lip- man, Vice Pres., James K. Wilson, Vice Pres., Frank B. King, Cashier; W. McGavin, E. L. Jacobs, V. H. Rossetti, C. L- Davis, Asst. Cashiers. DIRECTORS Isaias W. Hellman, C. De Guigne, Leon Sloss, Percy T. Morgan, F. W. Van Sicklen, Hartland Law, I. W. Hellman, Jr., William Sproule, Wm. Haas, Wm. F. Herrin, John C. Kirkpatrick, James L. Flood, Henry Rosenfeld, Chas. J. Deering, James K. Wilson, F. L- Lipman. WELLS FARGO NEVADA NATIONAL BANK THE REDWOOD College of Notre Dame OF SAN FRANCISCO Dolores and 16th Streets Boarding and Day School Established 1866. Incorporated 1877. Accredited by State University 1900 For further particulars apply to THE SISTER SUPERIOR Eye Sight Specialists (lij l 112 South First Street Everything Optical i4f%lfZraJ or r- t . , y m f ' i San Jose, Cal. Leases Ground to Order " A ' ci -n i " O r1 ? Young people to qualify for Stenography and Y? tli.t.% SJ. • Bookkeeping positions. Special Summer rates. Practical School of Business 50 West Santa Clara St. San Jose, Cal. Haliati ' JImitrkan Bank 5. e. Corner ttlotitqomery and Sacramento Sts. San Tramisco, OL, U. S. Jl. COMMERCIAL AND SAVINGS Capital „ _ $ 750,000.00 Surplus and Undivided Profits $ 228,280.73 DIRECTORS A. Sbarboro, M. J. Fontana, G. Garibaldi, H. J. Crocker, A. J. Merle lyuigl Demartini, P. C. Rossi, lyuigi Boitano, C. A. Malm THE REDWOOD Some Good Places to Spend Your Vacation Lake Tahoe and Return Season ticket - $17.00 10 Day ticket - - 14.55 Friday to Monday - 11.20 Yosemite and Return Round trip - - $22.10 Also low round trip rates to Yellowstone National Park and many other points. Rail and steamship tickets sold to all points including Europe, the Orient, Honolulu and Alaska. CALL ON US FOR INFORMATION A. A. HAPGOOD, E. SHILLINGSBURG, City Ticket Agent Dist. Passgr. Agt. 40— East Santa Clara Strcct 40 SOUTHERN PACIFIC THE REDWOOD CRESCENT Shaving Parlors J. D. TRUAX, Prop. Laundry Agency Main Street Santa Clara Kilhm Turnhun Co. Santa Clara California THEY ' RE GREAT! The new Biff toe, high heel, tan and gun button. THE SHOE jFO i AfEA 73 N. First St. San Jose Schmidt Lithograph Co. Lithographers and Color Printers Corrugated Paper and Board Products Labels, Cartons, etc. General Office and Factory 2d and Bryant Sts. San Francisco George s Barber Shop For a Clean Shave John P. Azevedo GROCERIES Wines Liquors Cigars and Tobacco Phone Grant 106 Frankhn St. Santa Clara Issued Every Week Read Every Day Best Advertising Medium Largest Circulation SANTA CLARA NEWS WE BOOST WHILE OTHERS ROOST JOB PRINTING Phone Grant 391 I THE REDWOOD P raiso Jyot Springs Tor Ijaalth and Tun Come Telhivs: Rax down to the Campus at Paraiso this year and see Billa White queen all the girls. He ' ll cop ' em all as soon as not, The Peaches all, and thos e with curls. ' Cause he ' s a " bear " since he put dat shot. For particulars apply to Peck Judah Information Bureau OR H. H. McGowan, Paraiso Springs, CaL -»-»-» ♦ ♦ ♦ 9 Model Cream and Butter Co., Inc. J. F. CASEY, President and Manager Our Butter, Cream, Milk, Eggs and Ice Cream are the best that skilled labor and a thoroughly up-to-date plant and equipment can produce. Cor. First and Julian, San Jose Phone San Jose 1355 Phone San Jose 249 THE REDWOOD PETER A. AGUIRRE Wholesale Liquor Dealer FAMILY TRADE SOLICITED Phone San Jose 120 28 North Market Street San Jose, Cal. Trunks and Suit Cases for Vacation Wallets, Fobs, Toilet Sets, Art Leather, Umbrellas, Etc. Fred M. Stern, m ' Te tber Wan ' 77 North First Street San Jose, Cal. A. F. BROSIUS COMPANY Bookbinders, Paper Rulers BLANK BOOK MANUFACTURERS Magazines and Music Bound Any Style 26 West St. John St. San Jose, Cal. This Space Reserved

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